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Shawn Young landed above, checked the sniper's corpse, and confirmed he was dead. Instantly sensing that the enemy was part of a killer squad and likely had more ambushes nearby, Shawn hurriedly grabbed Fiona Tang and dashed out the other end of the alley. As they exited, Fiona stopped abruptly and said anxiously, "Damn, we need to check the warehouse right away! Since they've found and ambushed us, some organization or spies must already be onto us!"
"Yeah, you're right, let's get to the warehouse!" Shawn agreed with her logic and quickly led her toward the warehouse near the market. When they arrived outside, they saw the corpses of a dozen Jihadist resistance fighters sprawled everywhere, blood pooling around them. Strangely, there hadn't been any gunshots, and the warehouse doors, with several trucks parked nearby, remained shut.
Fiona Tang stepped forward to examine the bodies of the resistance fighters, immediately frowning and saying, "Uh, all of them were killed by a single slash to the throat—didn't even make a sound! This is just like the Japanese draw-cut sword technique! The attacker is a master swordsman! A terrifying one!"
"Hehehe, that's right! This is the Divine Mind Draw sword style! Pretty sharp, little beauty—you figured it out, huh? I wonder if you're just as skilled in bed. I'd love to find out! Haha!" Under the dim streetlight outside the warehouse, a young Oriental man stepped out from a corner. His long black hair was tied back like a snake, his triangular eyes glinting, dressed in a loose black Japanese robe like an ancient ronin. He was burly, with prominent cheekbones and slanted brows, giving off a sleazy smile that made people uncomfortable.
Most striking was the gleaming katana in his hand, and on his right arm, a vivid tattoo of a snarling snake wound all the way up to his shoulder. He gripped the sword with a casual air, looking relaxed as if out for a stroll, but to Shawn, he radiated extreme danger.
Fiona Tang's pupils contracted as she trembled and blurted out, "Cloudcutter! You... you're Akira Akita!? The top assassin of the Cherry Blossom Syndicate!!"
"Haha, sharp eyes. The Cloudcutter blade isn't evil—the evil one is me, Akira Akita! Once I take care of your little boyfriend, I'll slither around you like a snake and show you the endless pleasures of womanhood! Hahaha!" Akira Akita laughed arrogantly.
Fiona blushed, but her mood sank. She said, "Why? We don't have any beef with your Cherry Blossom Syndicate, do we? Why are you targeting us?"
Akira Akita sneered, "Money. The Cherry Blossom Syndicate is a killer organization—we take jobs for cash! Right now, the US government is shelling out big bucks to track down something important the Pentagon lost in Afghanistan! So all the fast, powerful organizations are on the move! I don't care what the Pentagon wants back—I'm only interested in the money! Two hundred million dollars in commission! So I came here to try my luck, and it looks like I really did find what the Pentagon lost. Seems like it's got something to do with you two. How's that for a reason?"
Akira Akita rambled on. To him, Shawn and Fiona were already prey about to die by his blade. He clearly didn't take them seriously—even if they were abilities users, he believed his legendary blade, Cloudcutter, could finish them off!
This Akira Akita, known as the 'Evil Blade,' was one of the top ten assassins on the global 'Black List.' Rumored to hail from the famous Akita samurai clan in Japan, he mastered the Divine Mind Draw sword technique and wielded the formidable Cloudcutter blade. In over a decade in the assassin world, he'd taken countless dangerous jobs without a single failure. Ruthless and bloodthirsty, with that unique Japanese arrogance and perversion—if a beauty fell into his hands, he'd always ravage her before killing her. Akira Akita never left any survivors!
Hearing Akira Akita's words, Shawn and Fiona's hearts sank. They quickly blocked the warehouse passage, and Shawn asked calmly, "Oh? So did you get what you came for?"
Akira Akita sneered, "Heh—originally I needed more time to search for my target, but seeing you two, I bet what I'm after is inside that warehouse! Once I deal with you, it'll be mine!"
With that, Akira Akita gave his right hand a sharp shake—"Wong!" The Cloudcutter blade rang out, its cold light blazing, and in the night, it shimmered with a chilling aura of death.
"Vibrating Blade Style!" Fiona Tang couldn't help but cry out in shock.
"Heh! That's right, it's the Vibrating Blade Style of the Divine Mind Draw technique. You're pretty knowledgeable, little beauty—I almost don't want to kill you. But rules are rules, so you both have to die!..." As soon as Akira Akita finished speaking, he moved like a ghost, his Cloudcutter blade sweeping toward Shawn with a deadly chill. He planned to take Shawn out first, then capture Fiona for a slow, twisted pleasure before killing her!
Shawn had been on guard since Akira Akita started talking. The moment Akira Akita attacked, Shawn leapt back, gathering his true energy to strike. But he was shocked by Akira Akita's speed—the moment Akira moved, the Cloudcutter's blade flashed, slicing toward Shawn's chest like a shadow!