American Comics: Tales of Cultivator

Chapter 89: Bombardment

This was the reason why the Five Fingers, no, the Four Fingers, were meeting, and why Murakami was late.

He had first gone to the Yashida Family and met with Shingen Yashida, the head of the Yashida Family.

The Yashida Family made a fortune in the late stages of World War II. At that time, Shingen Yashida heavily relied on the Federation Person, and taking advantage of Japan lying in ruins and awaiting reconstruction after the war, quickly made a fortune.

In just a few decades, the Yashida Family's presence was everywhere in various industries in Japan, including finance, manufacturing, military industry, real estate, and public welfare.

By now, the Yashida Family had become Japan's foremost Zaibatsu.

Even successive Japanese Prime Ministers couldn't do anything about him, because if the Yashida Family collapsed, the entire Japanese economy would likely suffer a major earthquake.

This was something the Japanese government could not tolerate. As the saying goes, a tall tree catches the wind. It could be said that in Japan, the Yashida Family had truly achieved "too big to fail".

The Hand had always cooperated with the Yashida Family. The Yashida Family would pay, and The Hand would dispatch ninja to help them eliminate troublesome competitors.

Physically eliminating those difficult business opponents.

The two sides had always cooperated, but the information Murakami brought was that Shingen Yashida intended to take The Hand as his vassal.

"Vassal? Yashida really dares to think that!"

Sowande, the most short-tempered, was the first to lose control of his emotions. He slammed a fist heavily onto the solid wood round table. The tabletop, made of hard ironwood, was directly smashed into a hole by him.

"Shingen Yashida wants us to completely attach ourselves to their Yashida Family?"

Alexandra stared at Murakami with a smile, but her sharp fingernails left marks on the solid wood tabletop.

It was clear that she was truly angry.

"You agreed to him?" Alexandra's gaze was fixed on Murakami.

"Bakuto, what do you say?"

Murakami ignored Alexandra, instead turning his gaze towards Bakuto at the side.

Bakuto folded his arms across his shoulder, a cold smile appearing on his face. "Since Shingen Yashida wants to take us as vassals, then let's grant him his wish!"

"Bakuto, you...?"

Before Sowande and Alexandra could raise objections.

Bakuto retorted, "How old is Shingen Yashida now? If I remember correctly, he should be close to a hundred years old, right!

For an ordinary human, living to eighty is already a long life. How many more years do you think this old fellow has left?

Vassal, huh. After he dies, it's hard to say who the Yashida Family will truly belong to!"

Bakuto's words made the eyes of the Fingers light up.

"Hehehe, if I remember correctly, the next generation of the Yashida Family doesn't have any decent heirs?"

Alexandra narrowed her eyes like a fox, letting out a series of giggles.

"Since none of you have any objections, it's settled. I will go and drink the sworn brotherhood wine with Shingen Yashida tomorrow!"

Murakami scanned the three of them and stood up, saying.

Just then, Alexandra inadvertently looked towards the doorway.

She let out a soft exclamation, muttering with a sense of disgust as if seeing something dirty:

"Strange, why are there so many evil spirits? Could it be that the number of suicides has increased recently!"

The Five Fingers were able to be chosen for K'un-Lun's outer sect, so they naturally had their unique abilities. Otherwise, given their status as outsiders, whether they could even find the entrance to K'un-Lun would be another matter entirely.

Alexandra was born with the power of spiritual communication, which is what is often called Yin-Yang Eyes in The East.

Because many people commit suicide in Aokigahara (Sea of Trees) every year, she often found the spirits of the dead of suicide victims in the Sea of Trees.

However, most of these spirits did not have sentience and had little influence on ordinary humans. Upon seeing people like them, who practiced martial arts and had strong Blood Qi, they would hide far away.

But today was unexpected. Alexandra actually saw four spirits in this wooden house.

She subconsciously stood up and walked to the window. Just as she pushed the window open and looked out, her gaze met a pair of dark, hollow eyes streaming with bloody tears.

"..."

Startled, Alexandra leaned back, and with her foot, sent a flying kick towards the outside of the window.

"Crash!" Seeing Alexandra's reaction, the crowd in the wooden house all stood up, looking out the window with vigilance.

Murakami even directly drew his Katana.

Bakuto cautiously approached the window. Outside, apart from a few vigilant black-clad ninja, there was nothing and no one.

"Della, what's wrong?"

Bakuto turned his head and asked Alexandra.

"There's something dirty, right behind you!"

Alexandra said, pointing at the back of Bakuto's head.

Bakuto felt the body hair on his body instantly stand on end. The Qi around him was instantly stimulated to its maximum extent, and then he quickly moved away from the window.

Sowande and Murakami also looked annoyed. After hundreds of years with Alexandra, they naturally knew what she meant by "something dirty".

"Are there many of those things?"

Murakami tightly gripped his Katana, looking at Alexandra.

Alexandra had now recovered her mind. Over the hundreds of years, she had seen all sorts of dirty things. There were plenty with terrifying methods of death and uglier appearance after death than this.

This time, she was just caught off guard by this thing.

Stabilizing her mind, Alexandra walked back to the window.

Channeling Qi into her palm, she waved outwards. The spirits floating outside the window were struck by this Qi Aura and dodged to the side.

At this moment, Alexandra finally saw the scene outside the window.

Upon seeing it, her complexion instantly turned pale.

"What's wrong?"

Murakami saw that Alexandra's expression was wrong from the side and immediately stepped forward.

"Outside, it's all these things!" Alexandra's voice seemed to be slightly trembling.

"How many?"

"It's all of them, there are at least a thousand!"

At this moment, in The Hand's Secret Base, the target range, the wooden house, everywhere, pale white spirits were floating.

They gathered beside the unsuspecting black-clad ninja, greedily sucking their Yang Qi.

And next to the wooden house where The Hand's Four Fingers were meeting, a large wave of spirits had gathered, numbering two to three hundred.

"Let's leave here first!"

After hearing Alexandra's description, the few people exchanged glances.

Murakami didn't hesitate at all and immediately suggested leaving.

Just as Murakami opened the door, the sound of breaking air rang out in the horizon.

Murakami looked up, his eyes nearly burst from their sockets.

More than a dozen artillery shells were directly bombing towards the wooden house where they were.

Murakami at this moment almost exploded with his full potential. Channeling Qi throughout his body, he shot out over ten meters like a startled raccoon dog.

Boom boom boom! The other three Fingers, whose line of sight was blocked by him, weren't so lucky.

Amidst the roaring sound of the artillery shells exploding, the wooden house was directly blown into a pile of ruins.

Boom boom boom...

Before Murakami could recover from his lingering fear, another round of artillery shells bombarded the wooden house ruins.

Boom boom boom...

(End of chapter)