?Mobile reading After dark, Qin Feng, dressed in his night uniform, appeared once again outside the residence of Nakamura Shun-nan. Yet, how could the headmaster of the Kaga school—the foremost of the Sun Country's ninja organization—lower his esteemed status to serve as a bodyguard for a wealthy businessman? In the spacious villa, only Nakamura Toshihisa was present, and even the slightest disturbance would send him into a state of tension for hours. By now, he regretted deeply having drawn Qin Feng into his life during his time in Europe. Now, he found himself utterly unable to let go of the man. It was past time for him to sleep, yet he still had no sleepwear. Nevertheless, he insisted on going to bed, as he always did, standing at the window to gaze outward before retiring. As usual, he wore his night clothes and stood at the window, watching the familiar scene beyond. Suddenly, something flashed somewhere—Nakamura Toshihisa instinctively knelt down and raised his wrist to the intercom, saying, "There's an assassin on the eastern side. What's going on? How could you have failed to notice this?" The bodyguards below immediately sprang into action,十几 people rushing eastward. Only then did Munemoto Shun-nan dare to slowly rise. The bodyguards quickly reached their designated area, but after thorough inspection, found nothing—no trace of footprints, not even a single one. The leader reported, "Mr. Munemoto, there's nothing here. We've carefully checked every inch. There's not even a person's footprint. Are you experiencing hallucinations? This isn't exactly the ideal spot for a hidden intruder!" "Good heavens, hallucinations? I've never had one in my life!" he exclaimed, angrily. "You're all idiots! How could I possibly have mistaken anything? Get everyone below moving—definitely, the assassins have hidden elsewhere. I won't allow a single flaw in your defense. If I die, you'll never get paid!" The bodyguards shrugged. This wasn't the first time such a situation had occurred. Everyone knew Munemoto Shun-nan's tendency to be overly suspicious. On the other hand, after all, the company does pay well—high salaries, so even when the boss issues some rather unreasonable orders, everyone tends to endure. The bodyguards begin to move, successively shifting into several different defensive formations. To outsiders, these formations might seem impervious, water-proof even, but to the more experienced Qin Young Man, they appear utterly vulnerable. Take the group on the west side: they appear to be well-organized, with over a dozen people arranged in a battle formation, ensuring every angle is covered. Yet, all it takes is a single hand grenade thrown at them, and the entire group would be eliminated. Qin Young Man already has a hand grenade in his hand; he opens his mouth and emits a sound resembling a bird's call. In the first moment, several people lift their heads, searching for birds in the sky, but they see nothing—only one sharp-eyed individual notices a round, melon-like object descending from the heavens. Upon closer inspection, he realizes it is the characteristic fragmented surface of a hand grenade. "An ambush..." The roar of the explosion drowned out the man's cry. Shards of splintered wood and steel balls embedded in the interior flew in all directions, and before a dozen people could even process what had happened, they were all struck down. The guards' attention was immediately drawn away. The reinforcement squad arrived promptly, and everyone else was ordered to remain in place. However, Fujimura Toshihisa had never placed all his hopes on these people from the beginning; rather, he relied on the ninja of the Kaga school. In his heart, he prayed that the ninja would hold off Qin Feng—ideally, even better, if they could defeat him. Indeed, as the explosion rang out, Qin, the young man, had already successfully broken through the outer defenses, making Fujimura's concerns well-founded. The lines of bodyguards had effectively collapsed. Qin Feng moved silently toward a window, preparing to enter the villa through it. A gust of wind blew through—without hesitation, he raised his long sword, and a Japanese sword came slashing from the side, striking heavily against it. Crack! A sharp sound, sparks flying. In the darkness, he saw another figure dressed in black nightwear, wearing a black hood that revealed only his two eyes. The surface of the Japanese sword had a carbonized layer, producing no flash at all. From the first strike just now, it's clear that the opponent's strength exceeds what he anticipated. Hmph... A gust of wind blows behind Qin Feng, who instead of advancing steps back swiftly, simultaneously driving his long sword in reverse. Plink... The sword pierces the abdomen of the attacker, who is also a ninja. His Eastern-style sword, only an inch away from Qin Feng's head, can no longer advance an inch despite being struck. His movements do not cease. With a swift motion of his left hand, the fire meteor transforms into a golden streak, soaring into the flower beds on the side. Plink... Thud... The ninja collapses instantly, having been struck through the heart. He shows no intention of launching an attack—his exposure is simply due to excessive tension, causing one of his feet hidden behind the floral screen to become visible. How could Qin the Young miss such a detail with his keen eyesight? The first ninja, witnessing his two companions fall, switched to holding his sword柄 in both hands, raising the Japanese blade high and advancing in small, hurried steps. Unwise. Brother didn't kill you in the first move because of your martial skill—just because he wanted to test the ninja's strength. That was all. He suddenly spun around, and his sword followed in a swift arc.