"Then kill them all."
Kyle said casually, as if he was about to kill a few annoying flies.
Chapter 577 A Girl Late at Night
The lights at the alley intersection came back on, and the bodies of several black-clad ninjas were lying in a pool of blood. Their eyes were still wide open, as if they had seen something incredible.
"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh—"
A dozen black shadows passed by the roofs of modern buildings, nimbly using the floors of the buildings as steps, and with a few nimble leaps and bounds, they landed next to the bodies of the men in black. They were also dressed in black, wearing strange ninja masks like cats and foxes, and came here to check and deal with the bodies on the ground.
"It was only half a minute late, and they were all dead. They were all killed in one blow. They didn't even make it through a single round." One of the ninjas swallowed and whispered in horror.
A tall figure walked out of the darkness, and a group of black-clad ninjas made way for him. Under the dim light of the street lamps, one could see that he was wearing a distinctive Yasha mask and had two samurai swords on his back.
"Captain Yasha." The ninjas said respectfully to the Yasha masked man.
Captain Yasha glanced at the corpses on the ground and said hoarsely: "If we had arrived half a minute earlier, perhaps not only they would have died, but we would have become corpses lying on the ground too."
"After wiping out the leading ninja team, they disappeared without a trace in this area." A ninja said.
Captain Yasha chuckled, "Maybe they think we don't have the information they want, so there's no point in killing us. Look up the name 'Logan'. It seems those two came just for him. Then report to the higher-ups about what happened tonight. Just say that if the organization didn't have the awareness of certain death, they wouldn't even be able to test that man's strength."
"Yes." The ninjas nodded in acceptance.
"If you don't want to die miserably, then pay attention. This time, the target is different from the usual cats and dogs. He is a real living legend."
When Captain Yasha said this, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and all the ninjas nodded in agreement. The captain was a famous ninja killer in Risan, and even he was so afraid of him, so you can imagine how terrifying the other party was.
They didn't notice.
Right above these people's heads, nearly three thousand meters in the air, Kyle and Yutong stood suspended in the strong wind, looking down at their every move.
Yutong was carrying the bandaged Murasame on her back, her eyes gleaming silver, her black hair flying wildly, she really looked like a holy goddess.
She whispered, "Those ninjas just now were all death squads. They were all brainwashed, and their memories were fragmented. The ones below are probably the same. They are from the mysterious organization of Risang. These organizations only pass the tasks down through various secret means. Sometimes even the core members don't know who the senior staff are, or even where the organization's headquarters is."
"As long as you want to, you can track it down." Kyle smiled.
"Of course." Yu Tong had a calm face. She had already used these seemingly clever organizational methods fifty years ago.
Moreover, with Yutong's extraordinary mental ability, as long as there is a target to trace, no matter how you hide, you will not escape her eyes.
Kyle shrugged and said, "Okay, I'll leave it to you. Check the origin of this organization and see if there is any information about Logan's whereabouts. And by the way, destroy this organization."
“No problem.” Yutong nodded, glanced at Kyle, and asked in surprise: “Boss, what about you?”
"I want to go see a place. Seventy years ago, I always wanted to go there, but the war ended too early and I didn't have the chance to go."
Kyle smiled indifferently and glanced into the distant night sky. His eyes looked thoughtful. It seemed that tonight would be another sleepless night.
New Tokyo City, Emperor's Pavilion District.
Although the emperor's power to manage the country has been transferred to the prime minister since the end of World War II 70 years ago, the emperor is still a symbolic head of state and has a position above everyone else in Japan. After all, the emperor has been deified by successive generations in Japan and has become a belief and a god. Even if a new prime minister takes office now, he still needs to be granted power by the emperor.
Tokyo is now in turmoil and undercurrents. The Imperial Pavilion, where the Emperor and his family live, has long been guarded by armed soldiers and ninja deadpools inside and outside, and no one is allowed to enter or leave at will.
At this time, the Emperor's Cabinet was still decorated in the old style, and a light was dimly on in a room on the third floor.
The beautiful woman in officer's uniform came to the door and knocked on it. An old voice responded from inside, "Is that Kazuko? Come in."
Kazuko pushed the door open and saw a white-haired old man in his seventies standing in front of the portrait of the emperor during World War II, who was also her great-grandfather.
She called softly, "Grandpa."
"Yes." The old man responded, his eyes never leaving the portrait. After a long while, he sighed and said, "It has been seventy years. I remember that I was only twelve years old at that time. After the defeat and surrender, my father committed suicide by seppuku. I inherited the throne of the emperor at a young age, so I lost the power of the head of state."
"Your father was not very capable. He died of illness only a few years after becoming emperor, and I was forced to take the throne. Fortunately, your uncle was resourceful and managed to get the position of head of state back to our family."
The old man clenched his fists, his old voice full of resentment, "This is all caused by that man. I didn't expect him to come here."
"Grandpa, please believe me."
He Zi said heroically: "I will definitely get rid of that demon and avenge my ancestors."
"Then I'll leave it to you. I'm not worried about you at all, but Sachiko..." The old man sighed helplessly.
Kazuko fell silent and pondered, "My sister... is indeed not suitable to stay in Tokyo at the moment, but her weak body is not suitable for transfer to other places. Don't worry, I have sent the third sword master of Risang to protect her safety."
The old man asked, "The third sword master is Jian Yi, right?"
Kazuko replied, "Yes, because he only has one sword move, otherwise, I think he could definitely be ranked second in kendo."
"Okay, then I feel relieved." The old man continued to look up at the portrait of the emperor, silent.
Behind the Imperial Pavilion complex is a quiet and elegant Japanese-style courtyard with cherry trees and fountains, all of which are antique royal styles of the old times.
A young girl in a long kimono was leaning against the wooden door, kneeling on the corridor floor. Her beautiful face had an indelible paleness, which made her look even more pitiful. Her long black hair fell on her shoulders, hanging down with the tight-fitting kimono and laying on the floor, like a cherry blossom quietly blooming at night with no one to appreciate it.
The kimono girl looked at the moonlit courtyard with melancholy, motionless, her eyes ashen as if dead. Until she heard heavy footsteps in the corridor, her eyes began to light up.
Normally, no one would come over at this time. Even if someone did, they would try to walk carefully and not make such "unbridled and noisy" noises.
Under the surprised gaze of the kimono girl, a tall blond young man, still wearing muddy boots, casually strolled past the corridor in front of her.
"It's so quiet, I thought no one lived here."
Kyle suddenly stopped and looked down at the girl in kimono sitting on the floor.
"Who are you? Why... ahem, are you here?" The kimono girl covered her mouth and coughed lightly a few times, then opened her cute eyes wide and asked curiously.
"Just walked in like that." Kyle said bluntly.
"Didn't those people outside stop you?" The girl in kimono was stunned like a kitten.
You know, this is the house where she lives, and in the past ten years, no more than ten people have been able to come here, including her grandfather and sister.
Kyle smiled.
"Stop me? There are people in this world who can stop me, but they are not on Earth."
Chapter 578 Girl, do you want to live
The autumn breeze at night blew gently over the Emperor's Pavilion, and the blooming cherry blossoms in the courtyard drifted down and landed in the small pond next to the rockery, causing ripples.
"Then you must be very powerful." The kimono girl opened her eyes wide with curiosity and stared at the tall and strong Kyle.
“I guess so.”