Under the night sky, Hook and Shijing Kong hurriedly arrived at the Ghost Hand Defense position, where they saw a cart. Lying on the cart was a person covered with a white sheet, and a young child, no more than three years old, was being held by the Police Director, his face terrified, clearly scared out of his wits. Mako was beside them, doing a live report: "Dear viewers, this is a live report from Mako. The Pri Minister's Residence is preparing to agree to the demands of the terrorists. We don't know who is under the white sheet, but this adorable child should be the grandson of Shijing Kong. Such a cute child, only three years old, has endured so much fright and unfair treatnt."
"Shijing Kong, take a good look, is this your grandson?" the Police Director shouted loudly.
"Yes, release him." Shijing Kong had already seen his grandson, and his emotions were getting agitated, but he feared the Police Director might change his mind midway. He kept his cold gaze fixed on the Police Director, secretly gathering strength, ready to act.
"Good. We've agreed to your request and brought the person. The one under the white sheet is Yuanfei Zuo; you can check yourself. For now, at least ten snipers are aiming here. We hope you won't act rashly. We deliver the people, and you must show sincerity and release all the hostages. Otherwise, I cannot hand them over to you. You understand the reason; make your decision." The Police Director shouted loudly, appearing righteous, but feeling bitter inside.
At this mont, the Police Director clearly understood he was representing the Pri Minister's Residence and the entire country. He could only maintain a tough attitude as the whole nation was watching. Any slight show of weakness or slow reaction could lead to being pointed at, cursed, or even held accountable by millions.
Hook patted Shijing Kong on the shoulder, indicating him to stay calm. Internally, he felt a sense of absurdity. Once an enemy, now offering comfort – what kind of situation was this? Hook shook his head, casting aside irrelevant thoughts, and cautiously approached the cart, signaling Mako to uncover the white sheet.
Mako couldn't wait to see who was under the white sheet. Granted permission, she quickly signaled the caraman to focus and spoke into the microphone: "Dear viewers, now let's see who exactly is under the white sheet." As she spoke, Mako slowly lifted the white sheet, revealing a person.
"Ah?" Mako looked at the naked Yuanfei Zuo, a standard cross on his abdon, her expression changed dramatically, but she quickly responded and said into the microphone: "I am not clear about this person's identity, but one thing is certain, he is dead, having committed suicide in the samurai way, a standard cross, which requires great courage."
Hook did not recognize Yuanfei Zuo and, after a glance, turned around and looked at Shijing Kong. Shijing Kong looked at Yuanfei Zuo with a mixture of anger and mixed emotions. Realizing the feeling of 'lips died and teeth felt cold', the opponent who had pushed himself into a corner was now separated by death. It was all about the power struggle – Iga, Kaga, in the end, they were all the sa. Why fight at all? Why couldn't they unite?
"He is Yuanfei Zuo." Shijing Kong seed to be answering Mako's question or perhaps telling Hook, or maybe he was talking to himself. His gaze was complicated as he slowly moved it back to his grandson, who was only about twenty ters away. At this distance, Shijing Kong was absolutely confident he could snatch his grandson from the Police Director's hands, but he could not ensure a safe escape – the snipers of the Constitutional Soldier Team were no pushovers.
"Wait here." Hook could understand Shijing Kong's feelings, had so sympathy, but did not offer comforting words. After advising him to wait, he rushed to the airport, found Luo Zheng in the security room, explained the situation, and finally added, "Shijing Kong seems to be planning to grab him, but still restraining himself. The longer we drag this out, the more unpredictable it becos. We must quickly decide on the other party's demands."
"Releasing all hostages is impossible. They bid sky-high, we counter from the ground. Offer them the wounded, about one hundred and thirty-three people; they've been dragging for too long, further delay is detrintal to them. Hand it over to Japan to fret about. We do what terrorists do but are not true terrorists; fundantal humanity and conscience cannot be extinguished." Luo Zheng said seriously, with a firm, non-negotiable tone.
"Understood." Hook agreed and prepared to leave.
"Old friend, you don't need to go. Scholar, find soone to send a ssage to Shijing Kong. Tell him we are willing to use all the wounded in exchange for his grandson; that's the bottom line. As for the deceased Yuanfei Zuo, we don't want him. If they do not agree, take action to snatch him; don't worry about their snipers, we have snipers too." Luo Zheng instructed.
"Yes." The Scholar agreed and arranged for soone to deliver the ssage.
Luo Zheng fell into contemplation, learning that Yuanfei Zuo had committed suicide. Apparently, he realized the Pri Minister's Residence intended to take action against him, leaving him no choice but suicide. With his death, the remaining Kaga Ninjas might escape a disaster, but being leaderless, they would have no achievents for decades, and his mission was truly accomplished.
Thinking of this, Luo Zheng breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Hook, and said: "It's uncertain how the situation will develop; you should not intervene in the subsequent matters to avoid danger."
"Understood." Hook said gratefully.
At the negotiation site, Shijing Kong received the ssage, and his cold eyes showed a hint of gratitude. No matter what, Luo Zheng was willing to offer over a hundred people in exchange for his grandson, showing utmost benevolence. With a plan in mind, Shijing Kong looked coldly at the Police Director and slowly walked forward while saying: "Your terms are ridiculous. My grandson is dispensable to them; even if you kill him, they won't be pained. You better release the people, or it will be mutual destruction between us."
"Threatening ?" The Police Director said coldly, maintaining a tough attitude but feeling insecure inside. The Police Director knew Shijing Kong's capabilities; if he really acted, it would be destructive for both. Yet, as he represented the country, he could not show fear, loudly retorting: "You and they cooperate; how can they disregard your feelings? If they don't release the hostages, I would rather die."
Shijing Kong's cold eyes flickered with a sharp chill, fixed on the Police Director. The atmosphere grew tense, the aura emanating from a top-level Ninja was extraordinary, with invisible pressure suffocating the Police Director, his whole body seed bound. Yet, he gritted his teeth and endured.
Suddenly, Shijing Kong retracted his aura, allowing the Police Director to breathe easier. Only then did he realize sweat covered his forehead and back, his inner clothes soaked, muscles ached from excessive tension, and Shijing Kong's cold voice rang in his ear like heavenly music: "I can persuade them to release all the wounded hostages, about one hundred and thirty-three people. Without tily treatnt, their lives are at risk, mainly security and airport police. This is my utmost concession. Is it mutual need or mutual destruction? You decide."
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