
A Chinese martial artist…
Jaken narrowed his eyes. He immediately thought of what happened the last time the Masamune Syndicate was in chaos.
If it wasn't for the incident, he wouldn't have been the Chairman. It all started because one of the Soldiers casually killed someone, drawing the attention of the country's guardian angel to come and avenge this victim.
Over the years, Jaken has given orders to never touch anyone from that country, so that he will not make that scary person angry again.
"Watch the Prince closely, I want real-time updates."
"Yes, Chief!"
The people behind him disappeared.
Jaken's expression was rather grim. He knew how frightening these Chinese martial artists were.
He never wanted to anger the Chinese!
"If they get involved in this matter, then things will get complicated."
Jaken frowned slightly and wished everything was not as she had imagined.
Caleb's out of headquarters and Ethan's been out there a long time. When he heard Caleb, he appeared from behind a corner.
"Goodbye, Mr. Caleb," said the two men at the gate.
Caleb waved his hand and said nothing as he left with Ethan.
"Did you find it?" caleb asked as soon as they got into the car.
"He's still alive. He won't die."
"Are they not going to offer him as a victim?" ask Caleb.
"Do you know what this sacrifice means?" Ethan turns to look at Caleb.
Caleb frowned slightly and nodded.
Of course he knows. It is a tradition in the Masamune Syndicate over the past few centuries. They would always let the living bleed as a sacrificial ceremony to the gods. This meant nothing to Caleb, and it was just a ritual that the Village Chief performed to pray for protection.
It was not of much practical use and it was just a superstition.
"Why do you ask so much?" Ethan rolled his eyeballs. "Just wait. Once Salo's family is here, we'll know why."
Right after he finished saying this, the car suddenly shook violently and another car hit them from behind!
Caleb shouted loudly as he flew across the car and his wooden clogs were scattered.
"Who is that?!" he cursed loudly as he could barely control the movements of his own body. He turned to look and Ethan had already pushed the door open.
"Damn!"
Someone is here to kill him!
Caleb stays in the car and doesn't care about his shoes. He looked up to see that some black-clothed men had surrounded the car and came for him. Their daggers that looked sinister and icy cold could make people shudder!
But Caleb wasn't scared at all. He continued to curse them and looked at these black-clothed men as he took his tray and slowly put it back on.
"B*stards! How dare you come and kill me!" he roared furiously. "Because you'd rather die, then don't blame me for being evil!"
Then Caleb shouted loudly, "Papa! Kill them all!"
A shadow flashed and he was much faster than all the men in black.
With only a few muffled sounds, those people in black clothes were sent flying. While they were still in the air, the sound of bone cracks could be heard…
That sound is so crisp!
They all fell hard to the ground and could not even shout in time. They died on the spot!
Fresh blood dripped from their lips and mixed with some parts of their internal organs.
Ethan's fist had become so powerful that a single blow from the Extreme Boxing Technique could destroy their internal organs instantly mercilessly.
Caleb threw himself into his wooden clog to kick people on the floor and mock coldly.
"This damned prince! How dare he attack me! This is the Dark Shadow Warrior!"
Caleb's face was filled with contempt as he glanced at Ethan. "If he finds out that I brought you with me, he won't send these people here to die."