Soul Patch

Chapter 293 Amiko

Sato's rage didn't last long; soon he felt his head go heavy and staggered to the ground.

He stared at Ameko in disbelief, his hand trembling as he pointed at her: "You, you, you actually dared to poison me?"

At this moment, Sato had completely lost the demeanor that a descendant of a samurai should have. He was convulsing and foaming at the mouth, and it seemed that he was about to die.

Amiko looked at Sato with disdain, her expression indifferent: "This is considered revenge for Minako, and... I forgot to tell you, Minako and I are actually doing this for the same reason."

As she spoke, she took two steps forward and snatched the black box from Sato's hand.

"No, no, you mustn't..."

Sato wanted to tell them not to touch the amulet, but he was no longer able to stop it from happening.

Amiko quickly took out the brocade-inlaid jade blessing object, loosened the drawstring at the end, and gently flipped it over.

A dark blue stone rolled out.

The stone was very small, about the size of a thumbnail, and when placed in a brocade amulet, it was completely inconspicuous.

But once it was poured out and held in Amy's hand, everything in the room paled in comparison, including Amy and Sato.

Those faint, ghostly lights seemed to have a captivating effect.

It made even two living people seem less spiritual and energetic than it, even though this thing was clearly an inanimate object.

"you……"

Sato was overcome with anger and coughed up a mouthful of blood... This exhausted the last bit of his life.

"Thank you for finally bringing out this treasure! I've been keeping you company for so long... It's short and weak," Amiko said leisurely.

She gripped the unusual-looking pebble tightly, then went back to her bedroom to change into some lighter clothes.

He turned and left without looking back.

As she left the villa, a man on a motorcycle saw her smiling face and slammed the horn on his motorcycle.

"Morita, what are you doing?" Ami scolded playfully.

"Sound the horn in salute! If you miss, I reckon I'll lose half my life dealing with that big guy Sato."

The man called Fujii was tall and had small but bright eyes. He wore a black patent leather motorcycle outfit and a matching helmet, looking cool and stylish.

"You? You think you can beat Sato?"

She knew perfectly well how capable Morita was.

Seeing that Ami didn't believe him, Morita didn't argue, but smiled faintly and said, "Let's go!"

Yamei reached into her pocket and pressed hard, finding the small stone lying peacefully inside.

She jumped into the car and put her arm around Morita's waist: "Do you know Kitahara's exact location now?"

"Of course!"

They rode off into the darkness, leaving everyone else in the dust.

Not long after the two left, a figure emerged from a corner of the villa.

He listened to the shouting and yelling of the waiters in the villa, and looked in the direction where the motorcycle disappeared, a strange smile appearing on his face.

He turned and walked to the other end of the road. After walking for more than ten minutes, he arrived in front of a black Mercedes-Benz.

The driver started the car and drove south.

He quickly dialed a number, and the other party seemed to be waiting for his call, so the call was answered almost instantly.

"John, I've found it..."

After John heard the other party recount the whole story, a sly smile appeared on his face:
"Mr. Li, you did a great job! After the mission, I will report your contributions to the organization."

"I believe the time is right for you to immigrate, right? I reckon after this mission, you'll be starting to prepare your passport and visa, hahaha..." With a hearty laugh, John hung up the phone.

The middle-aged man referred to as Li is named Li Mingzhong. He is 39 years old and in the prime of his life.

During a study trip, he met John. Although there was a difference of more than ten years in age between them, they got along very well... After that, John recommended him to the organization.

Today's plan was progressing steadily when suddenly a Japanese thug appeared and openly committed murder with a gun on the street in front of the station.

The situation was urgent. John instructed them to investigate the details of the Japanese female thug.

He personally tracked down the female thug's communications and found the Japanese-style villa on the outskirts of Beijing.

The villa was very large, and he walked around it.

Several listening devices were thrown in several locations, but only one of them worked.

He deduced that it was the one closest to the main room, because after soaking in the hot spring, the two of them went inside.

Then he heard about the infighting and killing among the other side... He didn't expect everything to go so smoothly, obtaining important information without any effort to destroy anything.

The idea of ​​settling down elsewhere is just a pretext; this information should keep John and his men happy for a while… A smile appeared on his lips.

He was initially worried that if John and his team failed in their mission, suspicion would fall on him, and they would turn against him.

Now it seems he can walk away unscathed.

God bless me, Li Mingzhong… He let out a long sigh of relief.

Seeing that his boss finally smiled, the driver cautiously said, "~, it's been a long time since I've seen you smile."

Li Mingzhong snapped out of his daze, a complex expression on his face. He said in a slow, deliberate tone, "Old Liu, you've driven me for half your life. After the event tomorrow, go back to your hometown."

Old Liu, who had been all smiles just moments before, froze instantly upon hearing these words. He stammered, "...you mean...you mean..."

Li Mingzhong sighed, his expression grave: "This place is too complicated..."

As he was speaking, he suddenly waved his hand and forced a smile: "Forget it, let's not talk about this anymore. Let's just treat it as a trip and bring my wife and son along."

"..."

"That's enough, just focus on driving! I'm working all night, take me back to work."

Old Liu stared stiffly ahead, his hands trembling slightly on the steering wheel, his mind a jumbled mess, not knowing what he was trying to write.

He managed to squeeze out a few words: "Don't worry, leave it to me tomorrow."

The car continued its steady journey through the night, while the two people inside remained silent, each lost in their own thoughts.

Soon the car arrived near the workplace. Lao Liu showed his pass, and the guard looked at the back seat and respectfully saluted.

Old Liu slammed the trunk open: "A routine check is a must!"

The young guard was about to go over and take a look when he was stopped by a guard next to him. He smiled and waved his hand, saying, "Yes, I've looked, no problem!"

He then gestured for the heavily armed guards to let him pass.

The car came to a smooth stop in the parking space downstairs at the office building.

"Old Liu, why don't you go and rest at the drivers' station?"

Li Mingzhong said with concern.

It was so late for the truck to start, and Lao Liu had made a trip. Seeing that Lao Liu's eyes were a little unfocused, he knew that Lao Liu was tired.

Old Liu was transferred here and he drove for him; it's been over ten years now.

Therefore, he is usually very considerate of Lao Liu.

Upon hearing this, Old Liu felt a pang of sadness. He stood there for a long time, then responded softly before slowly walking towards the driver's section on the first floor.

(End of this chapter)