The faces of several people grew even more serious. Such a serious incident hadn't occurred in many years. Who had the audacity to go head-to-head with the leading faction of the Sun Country? Did they not intend to survive at all? A person sitting in the corner spoke up, "My team has uncovered some traces indicating a connection to the Chinese people, though we've only gathered this much information—beyond that, we know nothing." The deputy head said seriously, "The Chinese people—why the Chinese people? We have no ties with them, and we haven't established any branches on their territory. Why are they targeting our Shan Kou group?" No one could answer that question. Another person added, "I believe our immediate priority should be to locate Mr. Harada Ichiro and Ms. Harada Kiyoko. We can only obtain information from them. Without their cooperation, it will be extremely difficult to uncover anything useful." "The deputy team leader hummed, 'They've already been kidnapped once—how could they possibly just sit there, waiting for us to catch them? Well, it's the only way we can think of now. We'll go after both the killer and the father-daughter pair simultaneously!' 'Hai!' After the flames had completely faded, a figure stepped into view—Qin Feng appeared. The deputy team leader struggled to push aside the splinters of wood clinging to his body and asked, "Who are you, and why have you come to kill us?" "I am the very person you've been searching for—the Chinese," he said firmly, drawing his pistol and instantly killing several severely wounded men who were gasping in pain. Security guards outside and below the building heard the commotion and rushed toward the scene immediately. "Indeed, it's a Chinese," the deputy team leader remarked, puzzled. "But why are they opposing us?" He was trying to buy time—his hope lay in securing the safety of his own team as they advanced. "Regarding this matter, go ask Ueda and the Longkou team," Qin Feng said, growing impatient. "They're waiting for you downstairs." Without further delay, he shot the deputy team leader dead. Already, guards were knocking on the doors outside. Qin Feng quickly switched his pistol to a machine gun and opened up with a continuous barrage of fire against the wooden door. A wave of bodies fell immediately behind the door. The security guards who had managed to escape scrambled to draw their guns and began returning fire. The wooden door soon crumbled into a honeycomb. Qin Shi threw two fire god hand grenades through the largest opening, and after the explosions, silence settled outside. Standing at the window, he methodically picked off his enemies one by one with precise bursts of fire. The underworld truly still consists of a collection of loosely knit groups—had these been soldiers, once a sniper was spotted, they would first seek cover, locate the sniper's position, and then proceed. But these people here simply charged forward blindly, rarely using cover, and were thus picked off one by one by Qin Shi's precise shooting. This style of engagement was exhilarating—Qin thoroughly enjoyed it. Ah... A cold breeze swept in. Fengjun instinctively lowered his head, and the sharp Japanese blade nearly skimmed past his scalp, the chill of the blade clearly felt. He stepped back, then forcefully kicked the window frame, sending the entire window flying outward and crashing into the black figure. Man, another ninja. And from the single strike just now, it's clear this ninja is at least a senior jounin—otherwise, how could they have managed a successful surprise attack? He summoned his flying sword and launched it toward the figure. Clang… The eastern-style blade met the flying sword, sparking sparks—equal strength in both combatants, indicating the opponent is not a high-level senior jounin, perhaps a junior or mid-level one. Qin Feng now felt confident. As long as it's not someone like Koga Koki, a top-tier senior jounin, he could hold his own. The figure slipped through another window into the conference room, glanced down at the division head whose forehead had been struck, and growled, "Foul! How dare they kill one of our top three figures—you're dead today!" Wait a minute, just a third-tier figure? Qin Feng had always thought he was eliminating the head of the Yamaguchi Group, and thus they would be left leaderless—no one would have the time to attend to the matters of Harada Ichiro and his daughter. The revolution has not yet been successful; the comrades still need to strive. "Since you care so much about him, why not accompany him to hell together?" he said coldly. Clang—clang— The flying sword and the Eastern-style sword clashed, clearly indicating that the ninja was unaccustomed to this style of combat and was now beginning to fall behind. Below, the number of bodyguards was growing steadily, many of them firing shots through the windows, thus distracting Qin Feng's attention. You bunch of annoying underlings—without even a single cat's meow from me, you really think I'm on my deathbed? Several powerful bombs descended from the sky, exploding at a height of about one meter above the ground. Not even those who were hiding behind the cars escaped death—several powerful explosions sent the bodyguards either dead or wounded, leaving fewer than five still capable of fighting. "Damn it!" the ninja roared. He was the personal bodyguard of the division head, always staying at a safe distance during meetings to avoid getting involved in the core matters. Yet here he was, caught in the crossfire just when things went wrong. Though he arrived promptly, he still arrived too late—his protected targets were gone. To avoid heavy blame, he had to personally apprehend the perpetrators and prove his worth. That’s why he was so determined. But this was his first encounter with a cultivator, and he felt as though a lion were trying to bite a hedgehog—everywhere he turned, he found himself at a loss. Qin, the young lord, handled the situation with ease. Though the man before him wasn’t from the Kaga school, he was still a ninja, so at least he didn’t have to worry about energy ball attacks that would make him gasp, like "Wow, what’s that?" As long as it wasn't a blade strike from a senior jounin, he was confident he could evade it. Moreover, since this was an indoor battle, it was clear the ninja didn't intend to unleash their full strength. "Ice spear!" A four-meter-long ice spear shot in from the window, hitting the ninja squarely on the back. He staggered, nearly falling. The flying sword immediately launched a head-cutting strike, aiming for the opponent's neck—yet the ninja darted aside and vanished instantly.