Soul Patch

Chapter 303 Japanese Onmyoji

The sirens of police cars echoed through the hotel's night sky.

The guards completely subdued Kitahara's group. The two who stayed on the fourth floor with Kitahara were carried out horizontally. Yamane was a little luckier than the other two; he wasn't killed on the spot, but he was shot in the thigh.

He was in so much pain that he grimaced and walked with a limp.

He saw Kitahara being put into the SWAT vehicle and shouted at Kitahara.

The guards couldn't understand what Yamane was saying, and they shouted at him to shut up.

But Kitahara's expression changed slightly after hearing those words.

He was already puzzled when he saw Yamane wearing that white work uniform. When the gun went off, he realized he had fallen into a trap. Everyone was running for their lives, and no one had time to change clothes.

After hearing what Yamane said, he understood.

He raised his hand and touched his nose, then scratched his head. While his arm blocked his eyes, his eyes darted around outside the police car, seemingly searching for something.

The special police officer sitting next to him, who was responsible for escorting him, suddenly slapped his hand.

"Snapped"

He hissed and pulled his arm back.

"Don't try anything funny. Bring your accomplice here immediately," the SWAT officer said sternly.

Soon, Ameko's voice came from the hotel: "I am Japanese, I am just here to stay at the hotel, there must be some misunderstanding. I request that the Japanese embassy step in to resolve this issue."

Nobody paid any attention to Amiko.

Soon, Amiko was also "invited" up and sat opposite him.

He stared at Amiko, looking her up and down. Amiko was wearing a police uniform jacket.

The oversized top covered her up, but her arms and legs were still exposed without restraint.

His gaze lingered on Amiko's ample thighs, a look of envy on his face.

Amiko glanced over out of the corner of her eye and noticed Kitahara's lewd and greasy gaze.

She gave him a disdainful look and moved her long, slender, and straight legs further inside her clothes.

Kitahara snapped out of his daze and chuckled smugly, "I didn't expect you could speak Chinese!"

Amiko immediately turned her face away, deliberately avoiding looking at Kitahara and pretending not to know him.

Unexpectedly, Kitahara approached with a grin, then his smile vanished, replaced by a furtive look: "Amiko, where's your companion?"

Yamei's expression changed.

Kitahara smiled knowingly and said, "Amiko, unless you take me with you when he comes to rescue you, I'll tell those people right away..."

Kitahara tilted his chin to the side as he spoke, and then said, "Tell them there's one more who slipped through the net."

After saying that, he pinched his nose and frowned slightly in disgust.

Amiko subconsciously lowered her head and sniffed herself; sure enough, she still smelled of fish.

She cursed inwardly: Morita-kun's seafood supply ruined her honey trap; otherwise, she might have escaped this predicament.

The thought of Morita made her furrow her brows, and her anger erupted like a runaway volcano: "Kitahara-kun, I have already reported Morita to the Special Police. You can ask this officer if you don't believe me."

She pointed to the special police officer next to her as she spoke.

They were talking loudly in the car, and the police officer next to them was already impatient. Not only did he not stop, he even dared to point at him.

He raised an eyebrow and roared, "Shut up, all of you shut up!"

Ameko smiled faintly: "See, he said yes."

"..." Kitahara was speechless: Did they really think I didn't understand a word of Chinese?

However, he didn't have time to argue with Ami about this.

Ami's attitude surprised him a bit. He looked at Ami, who looked very disheveled, with astonishment: "What, did he run away and abandon you?" If that's the case, that would be better. That bastard stole the spirit stones I worked so hard to get and also took the West Flower Bone from my pocket... Thinking of this, Ami gritted her teeth and said: "I hope Morita-kun has been caught."

It seems my guess was right. That good-looking but useless guy probably stripped Ameko naked and threw her to that bunch of soldiers when it really mattered...

Thinking this, his gaze lingered on Amiko's exposed areas.

His face displayed an expression that seemed to say, "So you're even worse off than me," and a look that seemed to say, "Should I comfort you with some actions?"

Amiko was seething with anger and had nowhere to vent it. Looking at Kitahara's smug face, she swung her arm and slapped him hard across the face.

"Snapped"

Kitahara covered half his face, snarling, "Geisha! Machiya geisha!"

What the Japanese Onmyoji (yin-yang masters) actually want to express is: You little slut, you lowly bastard from the brothel.

……

In the early hours of the morning, in a small alley in the eastern district of Beijing.

A truck supplying seafood sped forward, making a series of zigzag turns.

Just as they crossed the cordon, Morita lay back in the back of the carriage. The guards assumed he was asleep and didn't pay any attention.

The barrier was raised, the driver stepped on the gas, and the car drove out of the restricted area.

Then look at Morita in the back of the car, he suddenly fell to the ground with a thud.

The driver drove hurriedly, glancing back at him every now and then, muttering in Japanese, "Almost there, hang in there, Morita-kun."

Morita did not reply, lying there like a dead man.

This made the driver even more flustered. He shakily pulled out his phone and was about to dial a number.

The phone screen suddenly lit up, reflecting on the driver's face and amplifying his fear many times over.

He glanced at the rearview mirror and saw that the car wasn't being followed by police cars... He felt slightly relieved.

In the instant he looked away, he saw his own face in the mirror—a face that looked neither human nor ghost.

"Ah!" he exclaimed instinctively.

"Quiet!"

It was Morita's voice, weak yet carrying an undeniable authority.

He answered the phone: "Hi, this is Songshan. How can I help you?"

"Abandon the vehicle! Abandon the vehicle immediately! All food supply vehicles must be thoroughly inspected, especially seafood trucks." The other party's tone was urgent, carrying a suffocating sense of pressure.

The man called Matsuyama steadied himself and drove the car carefully. He glanced at Morita behind him and said with some difficulty:

"Morita-kun is injured, could you... send someone to pick him up?"

Have we left the restricted area?

"We're out of the restricted area. I'll send you my location."

Matsuyama sent the location, and when the car reached the end of the alley, he parked it in a parking lot of a residential area, walked around to the back of the car, and set up Morita.

Under the moonlight, two figures staggered toward the depths of the park.

A short while later, a silver Toyota slowly pulled up on the tree-lined road on the north side of the park, and two people got out and walked toward the parking lot.

When the car started again, Matsuyama and Morita, who had been waiting by the roadside, were nowhere to be seen.

Inside the car, Matsuyama bent down to bandage Morita's wound.

The driver in the front seat glanced at them, looking puzzled: "How did Morita get such a serious injury?"

"Yes, their defense system is really powerful! We really shouldn't have chosen this time," Matsuyama said regretfully.

(End of this chapter)