novelraw Chapter 390 - 380: Tomorrow’s Sunrise Will Tell!
Chapter 390 - 380: Tomorrow’s Sunrise Will Tell!
Gazing at the darts spinning toward him at high speed, Qin Fan responded with a dismissive, flippant smile.
He didn’t bother to whip away the darts, which seemed to move in slow motion in his eyes. Instead, his feet left the ground as he shot upward!
As the darts closed in, the Prison Suppressing Body activated on its own. A blue light enveloped him, and the twelve darts clanged against it, striking sparks before being deflected outward.
"Damn it! How is this possible?!" a ninja shouted in alarm.
The words had barely left his mouth when Qin Fan, still in the air, set his sights on him. Without giving the ninja any chance to react, he raised his palm high and brought it slamming down on the crown of the man’s head!
He didn’t linger after the first slap. Moving with a ghostly speed that was impossible to track, he was already upon the second ninja. It was the same motion, just like a game of Whac-A-Mole!
Though these ninjas were skilled, they were nothing but trash in front of a Golden Core Stage Cultivator!
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
Six crisp sounds echoed in quick succession. His palms, imbued with Golden Core True Qi, found their marks every time. Each one landed squarely on the crown of a ninja’s head, giving them no chance to dodge.
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
The slapping sounds were followed seamlessly by six heavy thuds.
Under the force of Qin Fan’s palms, all six ninjas collapsed. However, they didn’t just fall to the ground. The powerful impact of the True Qi drove them vertically into the earth!
With the top third of their bodies buried in the ground, all six ninjas’ heads slumped forward in unison. In the next moment, blood gushed from their seven orifices. They were motionless, dead beyond any doubt.
"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"
Seeing this, the ninja who had been felled by Qin Fan’s whip began to convulse violently. His face, hidden behind a black mask, was a portrait of pure terror. The despair in his exposed eyes was palpable. He knew, without a doubt, what his fate would be.
"Long live the empire! Long live Japan! Banzai! Banzai! Banzai!"
Trapped in absolute despair with no chance of survival, he let out a final, hysterical cry. After screaming his slogans, he bit down hard. The poison capsule hidden in his teeth shattered, and his head immediately slumped to the side.
Suicide. He had chosen what he considered a more dignified way to die.
"Oh well, that saves me the trouble," Qin Fan mused, looking at the corpse with a slight chuckle and a shake of his head.
He then casually tossed out seven True Fire Talismans. As if guided by his will, each talisman landed precisely on one of the seven bodies. He swept his gaze over them again with his Eyes of Golden Flame.
FWOOSH!
The True Fire instantly erupted. By the time Qin Fan turned to pull open the factory doors, the seven bodies had already turned to dust and dissipated into the air, leaving not even a trace behind.
「Outside the factory, in the Alphard,」
Ye Jizu saw Qin Fan emerge and frantically yanked open the car door, running toward him. "Mr. Qin, how did it go? Were the ninjas really in there?" he asked anxiously.
"Yes, they’ve been dealt with," Qin Fan replied nonchalantly, walking toward the van.
"Mr. Qin, did you manage to get out of them who sent them?" Ye Jizu asked, hurrying to keep up.
At these words, Qin Fan stopped dead in his tracks.
The sudden pause startled Ye Jizu. Did I say too much? The thought made him tremble uncontrollably.
Before he could explain, Qin Fan spoke again in a relaxed tone, "It doesn’t matter who sent them. I’m putting this entire debt on Japan."
Putting it on Japan? Holy shit! What does Mr. Qin mean by that?
By the time Ye Jizu, trembling with excitement, snapped back to his senses, Qin Fan had already gotten into the van. Ye Jizu quickly scrambled back into the vehicle. Just as he shut the door and told the driver to go, the phone in the dashboard holder began to ring. Glancing at the unfamiliar number on the incoming call display, Ye Jizu was momentarily stunned before picking up.
"Ye Jizu?" a strong, resonant voice came from the other end.
"Speaking. May I ask who’s calling?" Ye Jizu replied after a subconscious glance at the perfectly calm and composed Qin Fan.
"This is the Guardian Institute. We’ve received word that Japanese ninjas have infiltrated Jiangzhou to target No.1 Group. You all must be extremely careful. Upon receiving the news, the Guardian Institute has already dispatched the nearest Martial Artists to your location." The voice on the other end was steady and emotionless.
"Mr. Qin! It’s the Guardian Institute! They know about the Japanese ninjas and are sending Martial Artists over!" Ye Jizu reported hurriedly, covering the phone’s microphone.
"Take your hand off the mic," Qin Fan said with a laugh, gesturing toward Ye Jizu’s hand.
With a quick "Oh," Ye Jizu immediately removed his hand.
Then, leaning toward the phone, Qin Fan spoke with an amused smile, "Are you telling me it’s *only* Japanese ninjas coming for No.1 Group?"
At this question, the person on the other end of the line fell silent. After a full five seconds, the voice asked, "Who is this?"
"Qin Fan," he replied without hesitation.
Qin Fan?
「A thousand miles away, in a courtyard within the Forbidden City,」
The middle-aged man’s mind went blank upon hearing the name. He was one of the men standing behind Hua Xiaotian during the battle on the Golden Summit of Emei Mountain, a fight now etched into the annals of Martial Arts history. To suddenly find himself speaking to Qin Fan... one could only imagine the emotional storm brewing within him.
"M-Master Qin, is that really you? You’re Master Qin?" the middle-aged man stammered in disbelief.
"Answer my question. Was it only the Japanese ninjas?" Qin Fan pressed, ignoring the man’s shock and letting a smirk play on his lips.
"Master Qin, our intelligence only indicated Japanese ninjas! Are there other organizations involved?" The man began to sound flustered under Qin Fan’s questioning. Does he mean more than one group of foreign Abnormals has infiltrated? If so, this phone call from the Guardian Institute is beyond embarrassing, especially with Master Qin on the other end!
"It seems my decision to refuse joining the Guardian Institute was the correct one. You’re all a bunch of useless freeloaders! Figure it out yourselves. You don’t need to deal with those little devils; I’ve already erased them. I was originally planning to deal with the other trash while I was at it, but your call has made me want to test the mettle of your ’Guardian Institute.’ If any of the vultures still lurking around Jiangzhou for Spirit Water No. 1 remain by sunrise tomorrow, then I’ll truly have to question the weight the name ’Guardian Institute’ carries. Hah!" Qin Fan scoffed into the phone with a hint of disdain.
"Master Qin!" Even from a thousand miles away, the middle-aged man’s face burned with shame at Qin Fan’s words.
"Is this the quality of the team Hua Xiaotian leads?" Qin Fan twisted the knife.
"Master Qin, this has nothing to do with Master Hua! He hasn’t been involved in this matter at all!" Hearing Qin Fan bring up Hua Xiaotian, whom he considered both a mentor and a friend, the man interjected frantically.
"We’ll see at sunrise tomorrow."
With a final, smiling remark, Qin Fan glanced at Ye Jizu. The latter immediately understood and ended the call.