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"If you dare to step through this door again, you'll never leave alive."

Two bodyguards in black stood at the doorway, while Chiyo Kuchiki sat on the sofa with a laptop next to him.

"Kuchiki Chiyo, I am Yamamoto Nagayama." The man in the white suit looked to be in his forties, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, and was both refined and shrewd.

However, after he finished speaking, the man in the white suit suddenly felt a stinging pain in his eyes.

A cold glint flashed through the air and arrived in front of him in an instant!

Then, the man felt a sharp pain, and then a sharp samurai sword was plunged into his chest!

Blood splattered!

This is a makeup artist impersonator!

He's a ninja!

Chiya Kuchiki raised her foot and kicked the ninja hard in the stomach.

boom!

His body crashed through the glass window and flew out!

"Baka yarou!" the makeup artist cursed, but the next second, a spear pierced his chest!

He then fell heavily to the ground, ending his life.

A minute later, a group of agents arrived.

"Young master, how come there's a corpse here?" an agent asked.

“This is Yamamoto Tatsuno.” Kuchiki Chiya shook her head and said, “I didn’t expect that he would actually die in this place. I thought he was faking his death. It’s such a pity.”

It all seems to have been planned by Chiyo Kuchiki. He had anticipated this situation and therefore hid the person in advance.

“Young Master, we must inform Colonel Lieutenant General ...

“Tell him.” Chiyo Kuchiki sneered twice: “My brother is dead. He, as the eldest brother, will not only not be sad, but will laugh heartily. Our Yamaguchi-gumi, from top to bottom, is not worthy of any respect, including me.”

Upon hearing this, the agent remained silent, then turned and left.

Chapter 238 The Two Brothers Fight

"Kushiki Chiya, Yamamoto Tatsuno, heh heh, since you two brothers are fighting each other, then I'll just sit back and reap the benefits," Colonel Yamamoto said with a sneer.

“That damn Japanese bastard.” Another agent caught up: “We came to Japan to find Yamamoto Kyoko, but we were attacked by a Japanese ninja on the way.”

"Hmm, Kyoko Yamamoto, that beautiful Chinese woman." At this moment, Colonel Yamamoto squinted and said, "Her mother is one of our Japanese. My father sent Kyoko Yamamoto to China back then, but I never expected that she would actually smuggle herself to Japan and marry Yamamoto Nagayama. What a disgrace!"

“Yes, this Kyoko Yamamoto is really audacious, daring to betray even you, Colonel!” the agent said.

Colonel Yamamoto chuckled sarcastically: "When she married Yamamoto Nagayama, she was probably still a virgin. People like her are very expensive. I'm going to take her."

After a pause, Colonel Yamamoto waved to his men: "Go, bring this woman here, and make sure she serves me well tonight."

"Yes, Colonel. Please wait a moment, I'll be right back."

The agent rubbed his hands together excitedly, then headed straight for the capital of China.

…………

Chiya Kuchiki returned to the hotel and took a shower.

Then he changed into a set of loose-fitting loungewear, sat on the bed, and stared quietly at the computer screen on the table, his gaze calm and unwavering.

He was collecting information on members of the Yamamoto Group. In the process, he had already narrowed down three suspects, which made him feel a little sad, because these three were Yamamoto Nagayama's three subordinates who had previously assassinated Su Rui in Japan.

"Sigh..." Chiya Kuchiki sighed and shut down the computer.

He knew that these three were definitely involved, without a doubt, but he didn't know who was pulling the strings behind the scenes.

He picked up the envelope covered in writing, opened it, and read it—it was a letter of condolence.

"Kushiki-kun, I'm sorry I couldn't help you." - Colonel Yamamoto's message.

As Chiyo Kuchiki looked at each line of text, her gaze gradually became serious.

He did not consider Colonel Yamamoto's words to be mere politeness.

The other party is very strong, otherwise they wouldn't have been able to deceive him so completely.

But why did Colonel Yamamoto do this?

Chiya Kuchiki didn't know the answer. For some time now, Yamamoto Nagayama and Colonel Yamamoto had been at odds, fighting and hindering each other, even to the point of being at each other's throats. But now, his younger brother, Yamamoto Tatsuno, had been killed by the other party in a gruesome manner.

After a few minutes of brief contemplation, Chiya Kuchiki dialed a number: "Hello, it's me. I hope to see Yamamoto Nagayama's head tomorrow, otherwise..."

At this point, he took a deep breath: "I will immediately march to Hokkaido and destroy the Yamamoto Group's stronghold."

There was a minute of silence on the other end of the phone: "Are you sure?"

“I’m quite certain,” Chiyo Kuchiki said calmly.

The voice was filled with determination and a chilling intent.

"Okay, no problem," came the voice on the other end of the phone.

After finishing speaking, the other party hung up the phone, appearing quick and efficient.

"Hokkaido……"

Looking at the note on the table, Chiyo Kuchiki frowned slightly and murmured to herself.

"Some forces in Hokkaido probably don't want to see Kyoko Yamamoto stirring up trouble, right?"

…………

“Miss, you seem quite absent-minded lately. Is there something sad on your mind? Should we inquire about it?” An elderly woman dressed in a black robe stood in Yamamoto Kyoko’s room and said.

　(Li Zhao Zhao) Kyoko Yamamoto was lying on the bed, her beautiful eyes wide open, looking at the chandelier above her head, her gaze deep and confused.

In fact, ever since she came to Japan, she had always harbored a deep sense of worry and fear.

That figure kept appearing in Kyoko Yamamoto's mind.

She didn't know why her heart had become like this.

That man has been gone for a long time.

“Miss, if you miss the young master, please go back. After all… that is your kingdom,” the old woman said, her eyes also filled with deep sorrow.

Chapter 239 Nearly Ten Years

“He doesn’t like my hometown.” Kyoko Yamamoto said, her lips slightly parted, uttering a very surprising statement.

“The young master doesn’t like China either, even though he spent almost ten years there,” the old woman said. “He lived on the coast of Hokkaido for many years.”

“Well…” Kyoko Yamamoto hesitated for a moment, then added, “There is a temple there.”

After she finished speaking, her gaze drifted away again.

"That temple... Miss, have you ever visited that temple to worship?" the old woman asked.

"No, I'm not used to it," Kyoko Yamamoto said softly.

"Oh, okay."

The old woman hesitated, then sighed and walked out the door.

…………

Kyoko Yamamoto lay in bed for a while, then got up, went into the bathroom, and took a cold shower.

She wrapped herself tightly in a bath towel, dried herself off, then let her hair down and walked towards the balcony in slippers.

She was just about to open the French windows on the balcony when she was shocked to find that the windows were covered with cracks, like a spider web, covering the entire window!

Even more horrifying is that a scarlet liquid, resembling blood plasma, flows from these cracks!

"How could this happen?" Kyoko Yamamoto's face turned pale instantly!

The liquid slowly seeped in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, quickly soaking the curtains.

And on this curtain is painted the handsome face of Chiyo Kuchiki.

"Ghost! It's a ghost!"

Kyoko Yamamoto let out a scream!

This was the most bizarre thing she had ever seen in her life. The blood and liquid seeped in from outside the window, staining the walls red. The scene was chilling.

Kyoko Yamamoto was so frightened that she collapsed to the ground!

"Help... help!"

Kyoko Yamamoto kept shouting, her whole body trembling, as if she had been completely enveloped by this fear!

There were no other residents on this floor, so Kyoko Yamamoto had no reinforcements at all!

She could only curl up on the floor, shivering, her arms wrapped around her chest, trying to avoid being violated.

"You're mine."

A deep voice sounded.

A tall figure appeared beside the floor-to-ceiling window.

He was wearing a suit and sunglasses, and looked like a bodyguard or something similar; he was as strong as an ox.