Solving Middle Age Crisis by Intelligence System-Chapter 552 - 367: Death Beckons

In the yard, when Hatoyama Yuchi saw his cousin bring people over, he immediately shouted excitedly, dragging his injured arm over for a round of gibberish.

Qi Yun couldn’t understand what the other was saying, nor did he care; he was just gauging this Japanese congressman and those subordinates he brought.

After listening to Hatoyama Yuchi’s complaints, Hatoyama Kiichi glanced over those subordinates in the yard who were severely beaten, his face grim.

Not only was the Hatoyama Clan’s honor trampled, but this was also an open provocation to him, a congressman.

He suddenly lifted his gaze to Qi Yun, his sharp eyes seemingly wishing to swallow the other whole.

"You’re Qi Yun?" Hatoyama Kiichi’s voice was icy, each word bearing suppressed wrath.

Qi Yun showed a hint of surprise on his face, not expecting this guy to speak Chinese quite fluently.

He stood up, stepped forward, his gaze unwaveringly fierce: "Yes, I am Qi Yun."

Hatoyama Kiichi, seeing Qi Yun so calm and collected, temporarily set aside his initial thought of wiping out these people upon entry, wishing first to figure out what ace the opponent held.

"You came to the Hatoyama family to act recklessly and injured so many people; you owe us an explanation."

Qi Yun raised an eyebrow, the corners of his mouth curling into a slight sneer: "Explanation?"

"I’m just here to retrieve what belongs to me. As for those who were injured, it’s because they tried to attack me; I merely defended myself."

Before Hatoyama Kiichi could respond, Hatoyama Yuchi couldn’t hold back, immediately jumping out and shouting angrily at Qi Yun: "Baka! You damn Huaxia person."

He dragged his injured arm, trembling with anger, his spittle flying, "Today I must chop you up and feed you to the dogs!"

Upon hearing the insults, Qi Yun’s originally peaceful face turned dour; he silently sat down again, then signaled to Xiao Wu beside him.

Xiao Wu instantly understood, moving quickly, stepping swiftly to Hatoyama Yuchi’s front, before the latter could react, his left hand reaching directly for Hatoyama Yuchi’s extended arm.

However, just as his fingers were about to touch Hatoyama Yuchi’s arm, a cold flash suddenly stabbed from the side.

It was a ninja, a ninja who suddenly appeared from behind Hatoyama Kiichi, wielding a long sword, his body wrapped in black ninja attire, almost blending into the night.

This person was Hattori Kazuya, a top master of the Hattori clan—his skill ranked among the top five of Japan’s ninja circle.

The sound of the sword slicing through the wind accompanied his silhouette, Hattori Kazuya moving so fast that only a blur remained, the blade aiming directly at Xiao Wu’s wrist reaching for Hatoyama Yuchi.

This strike was precise and vicious, evidently intending to cripple Xiao Wu’s arm while protecting Hatoyama Yuchi.

Xiao Wu’s pupils suddenly shrank; he keenly sensed that this newcomer was not simple, not on the same level as the ninja he crippled before. Immediately, he dared not be careless, his wrist suddenly flipping inward while powering his waist, his entire body twisting at an incredible angle towards the rear side.

Just barely dodging the blade’s edge, his left hand swiftly lifted, a cold flash quickly slicing through, directly aiming at Hatoyama Yuchi.

First, a crisp "ding" echoed, the long sword missing its target and heavily striking the bluestone slab, sparks flying, the hard stone slab unexpectedly split with a crevice.

Then, a shrill "ah!" screamed, Hatoyama Yuchi’s stretched arm pierced by a sharp dagger, blood spouting from the wound, staining half his sleeve red.

He shrank in pain, instinctively wanting to cover the wound, but his other hand was still wrapped in thick bandages; using any force caused a stabbing pain.

Hatoyama Yuchi staggered back two steps, falling onto the ground, his face contorted with pain, cold sweat pouring from his forehead, all arrogance vanished.

Hattori Kazuya seeing this, his eyes burst with ferocity; the opponent injured the person he was protecting right under his nose — an utter disgrace.

Before Hatoyama Kiichi could speak, he gripped the long sword tightly, directly charging at Xiao Wu again!

Hatoyama Kiichi also snapped out of his shock, he hadn’t expected Qi Yun to be so brazen to cripple his cousin’s hand right in front of him — akin to being slapped in the face.

His eyes brewed with anger, glaring at Qi Yun, his teeth grinding loudly, chest heaving violently.

The initial thought of first figuring out the opponent’s ace completely faded, leaving only fury after being provoked.

In Japan, no one dared humiliate the Hatoyama family like this! Even if the prime minister’s men came, they’d have to show some respect.

Qi Yun, an outsider from Huaxia, dared act like this — truly trampling the entire Hatoyama family!

Hatoyama Kiichi raised his arm, ready to order his men to attack and annihilate these people completely.

However, his hand had just lifted halfway when he suddenly saw a red light shooting towards him from the direction of the distant rooftop.

The red light wasn’t solid but was an infrared aiming point from a sniper rifle scope, dead center on his forehead!

A strong fear instantly engulfed him, Hatoyama Kiichi’s raised arm stiffening, his muscles instantly tensing, even his breathing instinctively halting.

Sniper!

The other side actually had a sniper prepared!

Hatoyama Kiichi’s heart almost leaped out of his chest! He felt as if the grim reaper was beckoning him.

Regardless of his status as a congressman or the Hatoyama surname, none could prevent the bullet...

He looked at Qi Yun in terror, unwilling to believe the other truly dared kill him; could this Huaxia person not fear the enormous trouble he might bring?

And Qi Yun watched him mockingly, a cold smile on his lips, as if saying "dare act rashly, you’ll definitely be the first to die..."

"Stop!"

No need for much thought, Hatoyama Kiichi quickly made a wise decision, immediately calling Hattori Kazuya back.

The latter, who was engaged in an intense fight with Xiao Wu, suddenly received this order and froze.

But as he turned back, seeing the red dot on Hatoyama Kiichi’s forehead, he too was thunderstruck, the swung long sword abruptly stopping in mid-air, the assault halting.

Xiao Wu didn’t seize the opportunity to attack, instead swiftly returning to Qi Yun’s side.

"Master!"

As a ninja, it’s taboo for Hattori Kazuya to have emotional fluctuations, yet at this moment he couldn’t care less, subconsciously wanting to dash over to protect the master behind him.

"Stay put!" Hatoyama Kiichi’s voice was severely hoarse, the red dot on his forehead slightly trembling with his speech, the red beam tightening his heart, "Don’t move!"

In this scenario, any movement from Hattori Kazuya could prompt that sniper to fire; facing absolute killing power, no superb ninja technique could make a difference.

Hattori Kazuya remained frozen on the spot, his face under the mask pale.

The yard fell into bizarre silence, even Hatoyama Yuchi’s screams ceased.

Only Qi Yun casually lit a cigarette, appearing like an outsider.

"Qi... Mr. Qi Yun, perhaps we can talk..." Hatoyama Kiichi looked at Qi Yun, his voice trembling.

Qi Yun nodded indifferently, pointing at the stone bench across: "Mm, come sit down and talk."

"Have your people wait outside."

He didn’t really intend to kill the other, given that he was a congressman, a core member of the Hatoyama Clan; if the guy died here, it would truly cause a massive uproar.

Moreover, the conflict between the two sides wasn’t unresolvable.

The prerequisite was that this guy intelligently handed over the stuff...