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Chapter 404
chapter 0204 part 3
Tokyo Bay, Old Yashida Estate. Ichiro Yashida had spent seventy years weaving a web of Influence spanning the Japanese political and business worlds. It could be said that no force in Japan dared to Provoke the Yashida Family.
Even the Yashida Family's Bodyguards firmly believed this, which was why their carelessness led to their deaths.
Ninjas dressed in Black-clothed Ninja suits blended into the night, sneaking into the Old Yashida Estate.
The Ninjas, whose Katana Blades were coated with a poisonous black lacquer, brought the essence of Assassination to the extreme.
The Blade slit the Bodyguard's Throat, one hand covering his mouth, laying him down on the Ground, and dragging him to the side. In the night, the Pitch black Ninja, holding an equally Pitch black Blade, moved towards the next target.
Corners, flower beds, everywhere lay the Corpses of assassinated Bodyguards and Gunmen.
With Shingen Yashida acting as an insider, the Old Yashida Estate was completely Undefended against the Ninjas.
"Let's go in and take a look!"
Tang Song got out of the car, his arm around Mariko Yashida, walking in front. Storm Shadow and Yukio, with two Katanas strapped to their backs, walked behind.
Behind them followed Adam, like a Small Mountain.
Two Red-Clothed Arashikage Ninjas silently opened the Door from the inside. Tang Song walked in front, following the previous bluestone path towards the depths of the Courtyard.
In the flower beds, in the Corners, there were Corpses everywhere.
Walking along, Mariko Yashida's face was filled with disbelief...
"Bang!"
Having walked a third of the way into the Courtyard.
A Gunshot broke the dead silence of the night.
"Bang bang bang bang..."
Intense Gunfire erupted, along with noisy shouting and yelling.
"Lord, there are a large number of Gunmen in the backyard! And over a dozen Mutants! The Intruders are fighting them!"
A Ninja completely wrapped in red clothes quickly came before Tang Song, knelt on one knee, and reported!
"Mutants!" Tang Song lowered his Gaze. "Lead the way!"
"Hai!"
"Shingen, you really disappoint me?"
Shingen Yashida stood between the hall corridors, holding a Katana with both hands.
Several Confidants protected him from behind.
Of course, it wasn't him speaking, but a gaunt Old Man sitting in a Wheelchair.
The Wheelchair, which flowed like Mercury at all times, held Ichiro Yashida, who was wearing a Robe. His face was covered in Age Spots, but his Gaze was still as sharp as an eagle's.
The Black-clothed Ninjas of the Wind and Fire Clans stood behind Ichiro Yashida, silent as statues.
"Father, blame yourself. You forced this. If you want Immortality, then I can never take charge of Yashida!"
Shingen Yashida was covered in Wounds, Gunshots, and knife wounds. Leaning against a pillar in the pavilion corridor, he shouted at Ichiro Yashida almost hoarsely.
"The victor is king, the loser is bandit. I have nothing to say. I didn't expect Tanaka to be someone you placed by my side!
The Ninjas of the Wind and Fire Clans were also arranged by you..."
Ichiro Yashida looked at his dying son, without a hint of warmth in his eyes.
"The potential problem is resolved. Push me to the operating room!"
Ichiro Yashida said coldly to the beautiful female Doctor beside him. To him, his own son was merely a trivial "potential problem".
Shingen Yashida let out a tragic smile, raising the Katana in his hand to stab himself in the Abdomen.
At this moment, a clear Voice suddenly sounded from outside the pavilion corridor.
"Old Mr. Yashida, my previous visit was abrupt, and we didn't get to talk to our hearts' content. It's truly regrettable!"
A figure in white in the dark night, the stylish and handsome Boss Tang, leaning on his Cane, with his arm around Mariko Yashida, walked in from the Pitch black Courtyard.
"It's you!"
Shingen Yashida looked at Tang Song.
Tang Song didn't even spare him a glance. His Gaze was directed towards Ichiro Yashida, and the beautiful Doctor pushing his Wheelchair behind him.
"Mr. Tang, I wonder how the Yashida Family has offended you, to warrant such a large Formation!?"
Ichiro Yashida looked at the group of Red-Clothed Ninjas behind Tang Song and straightened up. The Mercury-like Wheelchair behind him automatically adjusted to his posture, supporting him.
"Old Mr. Yashida, Mariko is my woman. By rights, you are the elder, but for the sake of some trivial Things, it's not good to make such a scene!"
Tang Song extended his hand. A Bodyguard beside him handed over a trimmed Cigar. Tang Song picked up the Cigar, and it Spontaneously Combusted without a flame.
"To avoid father and son killing each other, I have a suggestion. How about handing Yashida over to Mariko? It would be good for everyone!"
Ichiro Yashida's eyes narrowed upon hearing Tang Song's words, then he laughed heartily. "Mr. Tang is joking. I am old and don't have much Time left. My son is unfilial. If I don't leave this family fortune to Mariko, who else would I leave it to?!"
"That's good!" Tang Song puffed on his Cigar, two sword-like beams of Gaze piercing through the White Smoke. "Oh, right, you've also met Logan. I presume two days were enough for you to catch up. I came this time also wanting to take him away. You don't have any Opinion, do you?"
Upon hearing Tang Song mention Logan, Ichiro Yashida's Complexion immediately became very unpleasant.
(end of chapter)
Tokyo Bay, Old Yashida Estate. Ichiro Yashida had spent seventy years weaving a web of Influence spanning the Japanese political and business worlds. It could be said that no force in Japan dared to Provoke the Yashida Family.
Even the Yashida Family's Bodyguards firmly believed this, which was why their carelessness led to their deaths.
Ninjas dressed in Black-clothed Ninja suits blended into the night, sneaking into the Old Yashida Estate.
The Ninjas, whose Katana Blades were coated with a poisonous black lacquer, brought the essence of Assassination to the extreme.
The Blade slit the Bodyguard's Throat, one hand covering his mouth, laying him down on the Ground, and dragging him to the side. In the night, the Pitch black Ninja, holding an equally Pitch black Blade, moved towards the next target.
Corners, flower beds, everywhere lay the Corpses of assassinated Bodyguards and Gunmen.
With Shingen Yashida acting as an insider, the Old Yashida Estate was completely Undefended against the Ninjas.
"Let's go in and take a look!"
Tang Song got out of the car, his arm around Mariko Yashida, walking in front. Storm Shadow and Yukio, with two Katanas strapped to their backs, walked behind.
Behind them followed Adam, like a Small Mountain.
Two Red-Clothed Arashikage Ninjas silently opened the Door from the inside. Tang Song walked in front, following the previous bluestone path towards the depths of the Courtyard.
In the flower beds, in the Corners, there were Corpses everywhere.
Walking along, Mariko Yashida's face was filled with disbelief...
"Bang!"
Having walked a third of the way into the Courtyard.
A Gunshot broke the dead silence of the night.
"Bang bang bang bang..."
Intense Gunfire erupted, along with noisy shouting and yelling.
"Lord, there are a large number of Gunmen in the backyard! And over a dozen Mutants! The Intruders are fighting them!"
A Ninja completely wrapped in red clothes quickly came before Tang Song, knelt on one knee, and reported!
"Mutants!" Tang Song lowered his Gaze. "Lead the way!"
"Hai!"
"Shingen, you really disappoint me?"
Shingen Yashida stood between the hall corridors, holding a Katana with both hands.
Several Confidants protected him from behind.
Of course, it wasn't him speaking, but a gaunt Old Man sitting in a Wheelchair.
The Wheelchair, which flowed like Mercury at all times, held Ichiro Yashida, who was wearing a Robe. His face was covered in Age Spots, but his Gaze was still as sharp as an eagle's.
The Black-clothed Ninjas of the Wind and Fire Clans stood behind Ichiro Yashida, silent as statues.
"Father, blame yourself. You forced this. If you want Immortality, then I can never take charge of Yashida!"
Shingen Yashida was covered in Wounds, Gunshots, and knife wounds. Leaning against a pillar in the pavilion corridor, he shouted at Ichiro Yashida almost hoarsely.
"The victor is king, the loser is bandit. I have nothing to say. I didn't expect Tanaka to be someone you placed by my side!
The Ninjas of the Wind and Fire Clans were also arranged by you..."
Ichiro Yashida looked at his dying son, without a hint of warmth in his eyes.
"The potential problem is resolved. Push me to the operating room!"
Ichiro Yashida said coldly to the beautiful female Doctor beside him. To him, his own son was merely a trivial "potential problem".
Shingen Yashida let out a tragic smile, raising the Katana in his hand to stab himself in the Abdomen.
At this moment, a clear Voice suddenly sounded from outside the pavilion corridor.
"Old Mr. Yashida, my previous visit was abrupt, and we didn't get to talk to our hearts' content. It's truly regrettable!"
A figure in white in the dark night, the stylish and handsome Boss Tang, leaning on his Cane, with his arm around Mariko Yashida, walked in from the Pitch black Courtyard.
"It's you!"
Shingen Yashida looked at Tang Song.
Tang Song didn't even spare him a glance. His Gaze was directed towards Ichiro Yashida, and the beautiful Doctor pushing his Wheelchair behind him.
"Mr. Tang, I wonder how the Yashida Family has offended you, to warrant such a large Formation!?"
Ichiro Yashida looked at the group of Red-Clothed Ninjas behind Tang Song and straightened up. The Mercury-like Wheelchair behind him automatically adjusted to his posture, supporting him.
"Old Mr. Yashida, Mariko is my woman. By rights, you are the elder, but for the sake of some trivial Things, it's not good to make such a scene!"
Tang Song extended his hand. A Bodyguard beside him handed over a trimmed Cigar. Tang Song picked up the Cigar, and it Spontaneously Combusted without a flame.
"To avoid father and son killing each other, I have a suggestion. How about handing Yashida over to Mariko? It would be good for everyone!"
Ichiro Yashida's eyes narrowed upon hearing Tang Song's words, then he laughed heartily. "Mr. Tang is joking. I am old and don't have much Time left. My son is unfilial. If I don't leave this family fortune to Mariko, who else would I leave it to?!"
"That's good!" Tang Song puffed on his Cigar, two sword-like beams of Gaze piercing through the White Smoke. "Oh, right, you've also met Logan. I presume two days were enough for you to catch up. I came this time also wanting to take him away. You don't have any Opinion, do you?"
Upon hearing Tang Song mention Logan, Ichiro Yashida's Complexion immediately became very unpleasant.
(end of chapter)
