Outside a third-floor room at the Red Sun Nightclub, a two-meter-tall man stood guard, his aura fierce and warlike.
Inside the room were two women: a poised, elegant young matron and a beautiful woman dressed in a kimono.
The matron spoke slowly, her tone mild: "Sakura, you've been far too high-profile lately. Your brother-in-law already has concerns about this."
"Yes, Sakura admits her mistake. I'll keep a lower profile."
Sakura Yamaguchi lowered her head, but a flash of contempt passed through her eyes. Inwardly, she thought her sister was just a shallow, indecisive woman—how could she possibly understand Sakura's ambitions?
Keiko Yamaguchi was quite satisfied with Sakura's attitude and continued, "Also, don't touch Landon Lu for now. Otherwise, you'll provoke the City Special Police, and your brother-in-law will be in a tough spot."
"I'll follow your arrangements," Sakura replied again, but a cold, murderous glint flashed deep in her eyes. Anyone who dared to humiliate her would end up dead—and maybe the ninja she'd sent had already succeeded.
Inside Landon Lu's apartment.
After a brief panic, Ichiro Oniro quickly calmed down. He convinced himself that being slapped flying was just a fluke. Twisting in midair, he planted his right foot on the sofa and lunged at Landon Lu again, his blade flashing with a chilling light.
This strike—Ichiro was certain—would slice that damned guy clean in half.
Smack!
Another crisp slap rang out—Ichiro Oniro was sent flying again.
"How is this possible? How...how did he hit me again?"
Ichiro Oniro cried out in shock inside his mind.
Once could be luck, but twice?
"Damn it, the intel is wrong—this guy is way more than just a seventh-level Warrior! I need to get out of here!"
In a blur, Ichiro Oniro darted for the window.
But just then, a massive psychic force yanked him backward. He was utterly helpless as he flew into an iron-like hand that clamped around his neck.
"Who sent you?"
Ichiro Oniro didn't want to answer, but his mind suddenly grew foggy: "I was sent by Sakura Yamaguchi!"
A shadow flickered—suddenly, another person appeared inside the room.
Instantly, Keiko Yamaguchi and Sakura Yamaguchi were both utterly shocked—they realized this person had simply appeared out of thin air.
"It's you?"
When Sakura saw Ian Song's face clearly, a murderous glint flashed in her eyes.
"That's right—it's me."
Ian Song walked over to the sofa and sat down, staring playfully at Sakura Yamaguchi: "Miss Sakura, do you remember what I told you earlier today?"
"Who are you? Who let you in here?" Keiko Yamaguchi demanded, raising her voice and glancing at the door.
Ian Song's gaze fell on Keiko Yamaguchi: "You must be Keiko Yamaguchi. There's no point wasting your effort—even if you shout, the man outside won't hear a thing!"
Keiko Yamaguchi didn't believe him and strode toward the door.
Ian Song remained seated on the sofa, making no move to stop her.
Soon, Keiko Yamaguchi arrived at the door.
She couldn't open it!
So she started pounding on the door, hoping the man outside would hear—but unfortunately, there was no response at all.
Foolish woman!
Sakura Yamaguchi cursed under her breath, then looked at Ian Song. "Landon Lu, what do you want?"
There's always some ant trying to bother me, and I'm getting impatient. To keep ants from bothering me in the future, I'll just have to crush her!" Ian Song looked at her, his expression tinged with disgust.
At those words, Sakura Yamaguchi's eyes narrowed sharply. "Where's Ichiro Oniro?"
He's vanished from this world—completely.
Impossible!
Sakura Yamaguchi cried out in disbelief. Ichiro Oniro was a fighter comparable to a second-level War-General—how could he be killed so easily?
Ian Song grew impatient. "Enough. You shouldn't worry about others—you should worry about yourself. So, tell me: how do you want to die?"
Realizing that no amount of pounding would attract attention outside, Keiko Yamaguchi gradually calmed down and said to Ian Song: "Mr. Landon Lu, I think there's been a misunderstanding. My husband is the First Mayor, Yang Zhendong. Why don't we sit down and talk this over?"
An ant like you has no right to talk with me!" Ian Song shook his head.
...You...!
Keiko Yamaguchi was left speechless with rage.
Don't be so arrogant, Landon Lu! Do you really think you can kill us?' Suddenly, Sakura Yamaguchi produced a black alloy pistol.
A laser hand cannon?
Ian Song was slightly taken aback. "I didn't expect you to have something like that!"
The laser hand cannon was a powerful individual weapon—even ordinary mechs couldn't withstand it. In fact, there were cases of ninth-level War-Generals being killed by this weapon. For that reason, the Federation banned its sale; ordinary people couldn't buy it, and certainly couldn't afford it, since each bullet cost tens of thousands of dollars.
Now, stand up!' Sakura Yamaguchi said with a hint of triumph.
Do you really think that toy can hurt me?' Ian Song said with a smile.
Courting death!
Sakura Yamaguchi pulled the trigger—a soft sound, and a black bullet shot out like lightning.
But to the amazement of both Sakura and Keiko Yamaguchi, the fired laser bullet didn't explode—it seemed to vanish, and Landon Lu was still sitting perfectly unharmed on the sofa.
Are you looking for this?
Ian Song opened his palm, revealing a black bullet resting quietly in his hand.
Impossible!
Sakura Yamaguchi cried out in disbelief and kept pulling the trigger.
She fired all nine laser bullets, but Ian Song was still sitting there, completely unharmed.
Are you giving me a gift?
Ian Song opened his palm again—there were now ten laser bullets in his hand.
No!
Sakura Yamaguchi retreated in terror. This man was terrifying—he could catch laser hand cannon bullets. Was he something beyond a War-General?
In Yamame City, even the strongest was only a fifth-level War-General. How could there be someone beyond War-General?
But this scene was real. Not even a ninth-level War-General could catch bullets from a laser hand cannon.
If you have any other tricks, use them now—otherwise, you'll die with regrets! Ian Song's voice sounded again, calm and unhurried, but in Sakura Yamaguchi's ears, it was like the voice of a devil urging her to her death!