Facing Tian Zhong’s icy interrogation, Ye Luo’s cold eyes swept over him, sending a shiver through his adversary’s psyche.
"He brought this upon himself; he can’t bla anyone else. If you had been there, I would have killed you as well."
Ye Luo’s voice was chilling to the bone, containing a terrifying intent to kill.
Xue Tu, standing by, had eyes flickering with a dense aura of bloodthirst, staring at Tian Zhong and Han Youwei.
This made the two feel as if they were in a sea of corpses and a mountain of blood, so frightened that they didn’t dare utter a word and could only watch as Ye Luo and his group left the area.
Soon the villa quieted down, but the air was still thick with the scent of blood. Tian Zhong and Han Youwei’s complexions were incredibly foul, their eyebrows nearly twisted together.
"Mr. Tian Zhong, what should we do now?" Han Youwei couldn’t help but look at Tian Zhong.
"This guy is just too arrogant, but with such a big incident occurring, it’s impossible to keep it hidden. We must report the details to the Morita Family without delay, or once the Family Head, Morita Taichi, blas us, we’re finished," Tian Zhong said with a grim face.
"Mr. Tian Zhong, with such an incident occurring and the Special Security Bureau’s agents showing up, might they have already discovered the base?" Han Youwei spoke with a worried expression, a flicker of concern in his eyes.
"It’s very possible. To be on the safe side, we need to act tomorrow night. We must transfer those finished products out as soon as possible; otherwise, our years of research will be completely wasted. How many Genetically Modified People do we have in the base now?" Tian Zhong squinted, looking at Han Youwei.
"Excluding the semi-finished products, there are a total of forty successful Genetically Modified People, all blended with the genes of over a dozen ferocious beasts," Han Youwei reported one by one.
Clearly, their base was one of the secret facilities where people from the Island Country were conducting genetic research.
"Very well, that’s enough. Make the arrangents; we move tomorrow night. I will report this matter upwards," Tian Zhong said gravely.
After sending Sun Yahui and Xue Tu back ho and taking a shower at their residence, Ye Luo changed into a fresh set of clothes. Otherwise, walking out the way he had been before would have surely terrified everyone.
Leaving Xue Tu’s ho, Ye Luo received a text ssage, a splendid smile appearing on his lips as he promptly departed.
Outside a room in a couples’ hotel in Zhonghai, Ye Luo appeared, ringing the doorbell.
The door opened quickly, and Li Wanqin appeared before him, her face wearing a shy expression.
"You’ve been waiting long," Ye Luo said with a smile, stepping through the door.
...
Island Country, Tokyo.
This bustling world city has always been a mix of sin and prosperity, with its shiny exterior cos dark interior dealings. Massive Tokyo can accommodate too many people and organizations, so operating in the open, so lurking in the shadows, but most playing both sides of the law.
Morita Group is one of those that operate on both sides. To the public, Morita Group is a Fortune 500 company, boasting vast industrial parks in Tokyo, with a supply chain sprawling across the Island Country and businesses that have expanded worldwide. It dares to dominate the markets of developing nations and even bold enough to take a slice in developed countries, showcasing the pride and audacity of the Morita Group.
And within the great expanse of Tokyo, the Morita Group claims its place, with its headquarters openly located here, and even the residential stronghold of the Morita Family based in Tokyo.
At this mont, within the vast family stronghold of the Morita Group, an array of furious shouts erupted from a room, loud as the roar of a lion, revealing the rage of the person yelling.
"Who is it?! Who has the audacity to kill the son of Morita Taichi! Do they not know the power of Morita Group, the terror of our vengeance?!"
In the room, a middle-aged man in a suit, looking every bit the businessman, was seething with anger, his eyes flickering with a chilling light, as if he were about to devour soone, filled with boundless fury.
This man was none other than the Chairman of Morita Group, the Family Head of the prestigious Morita Family, Morita Taichi, a man of fa and authority in the Island Country, now thunderously enraged over the death of his son, Morita Koukawa.
"I have nurtured so many ninjas, so many assassins for the Morita Group! They’ve moved unchallenged across the globe, and now they can’t even protect my son?! What use are you all, a bunch of good-for-nothings? Are you here just to eat and wait for death, or are you here to get my son killed?!"
The fury of Morita Taichi was simply uncontrollable.
And no wonder, for the deceased Morita Koukawa was his only son, the future heir to the Morita Family and the Morita Group. His death was naturally unbearable for Morita Taichi. Even if he were to father another son now, it would take twenty years for him to grow capable, and there was no guarantee that he would be as competent as the son he had lost!
The hatred for the murder of a son is intense, but the hatred for leaving him without an heir is even greater!
A group of Morita Family mbers knelt on the floor, trembling, not daring even to breathe too loudly for fear of igniting the fury of Morita Taichi, who was perched on the edge of rage. In their minds, they wished they could curse the culprit who had killed the Crown Prince a hundred tis, while they also covertly marveled at the assailant’s strength.
The level of protection around the Crown Prince was well known to them, so how could soone kill him so easily? How formidable must the assailant be?
Everyone kept their thoughts to themselves, with no one daring to speak. After all, even if they speculated that the assailant was powerful, Morita Group would never let this vendetta go unavenged. Speaking up now would be tantamount to signing one’s own death warrant.
Moreover, Morita Group was not without its own masters; not to ntion those known to the public, the Group hid countless powerful ninjas and martial artists in the shadows, whose ergence could shock the entire world!
"Have you all beco mute?" Morita Taichi coldly surveyed the people before him.
No one dared to answer, when suddenly a figure erged from the darkness of a corner, undetected by anyone until that mont. The art of concealnt was truly extraordinary.
After appearing, the figure bowed slightly, "Family Head, I am willing to go and seek vengeance for the Crown Prince."
Morita Taichi glanced at him, his fury slightly subsided, and nodded, "Kato Taka, with you personally on the case, I believe there is no one in Huaxia who can stand in your way. You must bring the head of the person who killed my son, or don’t bother coming back."
The bloodthirsty intent in Morita Taichi’s eyes sparked an indescribable fear in others.
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