Chapter 223: Chapter 223 An Yan’s Frying Pan (3rd Update)
Translator: 549690339
“Oh? And what if I don’t cooperate?” Xue An said indifferently.
“Then don’t blame me for being impolite!” Aoyama Hoshino sneered coldly.
At that moment, An Yan abruptly stood up and walked toward the kitchen.
Aoyama Hoshino gave An Yan a glance but didn’t take her seriously, turning back to continue, “Even though you are powerful, don’t forget this is Country R, and I! I am a Jonin of the Lifeless Ninja Stream. Now I command you to come with me for the investigation, otherwise…” Aoyama Hoshino’s malicious smile began to spread.
But before the smile on his face could fade, An Yan—with every hair on her body standing on end—rushed out of the kitchen, wielding a frying pan, and swung it at the back of Aoyama Hoshino’s head.
Whoosh!
The frying pan, carried by the wind, hurtled towards Aoyama Hoshino.
Aoyama Hoshino’s face showed a trace of mocking smile, and with a slight sidestep, he dodged the frying pan, then smiled complacently.
“How violent, but do you really think you can hit me with that? I am a Jonin, and…”
Before he could finish, An Yan clenched her teeth and, with all her strength, hurled the frying pan in her hand.
This time, it was incredibly fast and took Aoyama Hoshino by surprise, hitting him squarely on the head before he could react.
Clang.
The frying pan made intimate contact with Aoyama Hoshino’s head.
It must be said that the Jonin’s head was tough enough to deform the frying pan on impact.
And a large lump swelled up at a visible speed on Aoyama Hoshino’s head.
“Good… good! You dare to hit me with such methods? You’re all dead! I’ll kill you all!” Aoyama Hoshino trembled with rage.
But just as he was about to explode, a hand landed on his shoulder.
“Don’t move,” Xue An said softly.
Aoyama Hoshino stiffened.
Even though Xue An’s touch on his shoulder was light, Aoyama Hoshino felt as if all his muscles were no longer obeying him.
A surge of intense crisis flooded over him, causing his face to show sheer horror as he looked at Xue An.
Why had this man, who was just now so mild-mannered, suddenly become so domineering?
An Yan was still somewhat angry at this point.
“Breaking into my home suddenly and wanting to take away my husband? Humph, I’ll show you the power of a frying pan!”
An Yan was like a mother dragon whose reverse scales had been touched, on the verge of going berserk.
Xue An chuckled, “Alright, wife, no need to be angry. I think the Jonin here knows what he did wrong, right?”
Looking at Xue An’s smile, Aoyama Hoshino felt a chill to his blood, and his complexion turned pale.
“Go back and tell your people, the incident at Sensoji Temple wasn’t my doing, the real perpetrator has been killed by me. No need to thank me, but also don’t come to provoke me again, my patience is very limited!” Xue An stated blandly.
Aoyama Hoshino trembled all over, nodded with difficulty, and then tried to escape using the Earth Technique.
But no matter what he did, he couldn’t perform the earth escape technique this time.
It seemed as if the space around him was locked by a breath of air.
Walking away with fear, Aoyama Hoshino left.
After he had gone, An Yan spoke with some concern, “Husband, will these guys come back again?”
“Of course, they will!” Xue An smiled lightly.
“What should we do?” An Yan asked anxiously.
“Of course, use the frying pan to smack them all away!” Xue An teased.
An Yan’s face flushed red, and she lowered her head slightly embarrassed, “I just heard these guys wanted to take you away, and I got worried…”
Xue An stepped forward and rubbed her little head, saying indulgently, “It’s okay, these guys won’t learn unless they see blood, and you did very well!”
“Really?”
Xue An nodded, “Of course it’s true!”
An Yan smiled shyly, a stark contrast to the violent image of her wielding a frying pan from moments before.
When Fujita Miki saw her senior brother Aoyama Hoshino, she couldn’t help but be startled.
“Senior brother, what happened to you? Why has your head suddenly gotten so big?”
With a grimace, Aoyama Hoshino touched the large lump on his head, then said with a wry smile, “Someone hit me with a frying pan, and, this incident at Sensoji Temple is definitely related to that Xue An! But this person is very strong! I think we need to inform the sect now!”
“How strong?” Fujita Miki frowned.
“Indescribably strong, I’ve only sensed this kind of terrifying presence from our master.”
Fujita Miki’s expression turned serious, “I need to report this, we alone are no longer capable of handling it!”
Soon, Fujita Miki’s report caught the attention of the government’s higher-ups.
The Prime Minister of Country R was like an ant on a hot pot, anxiously pacing around.
With such a big incident, one could only imagine the pressure he was under.
If he couldn’t provide a satisfactory answer to the public, his resignation was undoubtedly imminent.
So, when Fujita Miki’s report was presented, the Prime Minister was overjoyed, at last, they had found a likely culprit.
Therefore, he immediately accepted the recommendation and requested Fujita Miki and the others to take full charge of the matter.
In Country R, ninja held a peculiar existence.
They had always remained hidden in the dark corners of history, only emerging into the spotlight when the world was in chaos or when warlords battled for dominance.
It wasn’t until modern society that these ninja gradually came out of the shadows and became an indispensable force in Country R, even capable of influencing the shift of power.
At this moment.
In a high-rise building in Kyushu.
Harukyo Ryosuke was reclining on a sofa, enjoying the best time of day.
Suddenly, a pure white light began to appear gradually.
Harukyo Ryosuke slightly frowned and pinched the white light with his fingers, only then seeing clearly that it was a letter.
This was a secret technique used by ninja to transmit important information.
After reading it, Harukyo Ryosuke closed his eyes, seemingly pondering something, and after a while, he opened his eyes with a grave expression.
“Someone come!”
Several figures began to emerge slowly.
“My lord!”
“Send out the order, command the Sacred Ninja Mushu to head to Tokyo!”
“Yes!”
Harukyo Ryosuke, with furrowed brows and a serious demeanor, stood up and paced back and forth in the room.
Xue An!
This name stirred up tumultuous waves in his heart.
In recent days, the Martial Arts World of Country R had experienced turmoil akin to a magnitude-nine earthquake.
Because the Sword Saints of several major Sword Dao schools, including Hokushin Ittoryu and the technique of drawing the sword, had all died, as well as several abbots from the Kyo-wa Shrine.
What exactly happened at Sensoji Temple had become something all in the Martial Arts World of Country R wanted to know.
But what was certain was that this Xue An was definitely involved.
Thinking this, a flash of murderous intent crossed Harukyo Ryosuke’s face.
“Also inform the other ninja schools, this time, we must make the one who dares to provoke the samurai of our great Country R Empire pay the price!”
“Yes!”
Very soon.
The heads of several major ninja schools received the secret messages and a sincere invitation from the Prime Minister.
These assassins, accustomed to hiding in the darkness, began to surface and bare their sharp fangs!