Zongman: Starting From The Wish To Blow The Fist

Ding.

The elevator doors opened.

Muteba pressed the brim of his hat and walked out.

The tip of the nose shrugged slightly, and the wings of the ears trembled slightly.

Through the sense of smell comparable to dogs and the hearing of bats, in just one second, it can clearly grasp the movements of the outside corridor space, and outline them in the brain.

"Are there no guardians?"

Although the strong heartbeat from the dark was captured, the smell was very strange, not like the Katahara Group's "Guardian".

But being able to recruit so many masters, it seems that we can look forward to this entrustment.

With a slightly scary smile, Muteba calmly walked through the corridor full of secret signals and came to the pre-arranged room.

Before he could knock on the door, someone just came out.

Mutba and the other party retreated half a step at the same time, and then looked at each other.

.....This smell, huh... One of the contestants this time, Ren "Nine Six Seven" Nikaido? I didn't expect to meet you here.

"Muteba Jizenga."

Ren Nikaido's face darkened slightly.

This man was so strong, but his steps were surprisingly light, he didn't even hear anyone outside, and...his retreat was faster than this martial artist and assassin.

This means that the opponent's martial arts foundation is deeper and more solid than imagined.

But this is not surprising.

Heart piercing is one of the assassination methods passed down in ancient China. It takes a lot of hard work and painstaking efforts to learn this move. If you put it into a boxing style, it is enough to make you a first-class martial artist.

"Master is waiting for you inside, go in."

Ren Nikaido didn't talk too much nonsense, she got out of the way and left.

Facing the empty, open door of the room.

There was a chill in Muteba's heart for no reason.

It kept growing, eating away at his calm state of mind like a cancer cell.

After being active as a mercenary for so long, no matter how unwilling he is, he will develop a terrifying sixth sense and sense of crisis.

"call……………"

He exhaled lightly.

Suppress this uneasiness and step forward.

It's all here, but if you want to leave now, people probably won't agree.

The entrance of the room is not long, but the interior is as quiet as the front porch of a Japanese garden.

Presumably, when Katahara Mietou established the arena, it fully considered the viewing experience of certain VIPs with special identities, so that even the VIP room was created uniquely.

Soon, at this time, the buttocks will come in handy

According to his judgment, the other party is an Asian male who is at least seventy years old.

"Your Majesty Hayamizu Katsumasa, you should have heard of this name before, so let's introduce myself redundantly."

The man turned around and stood with his hands behind his back.

The old face is huge and half showing burn scars, which can be seen for a certain age.

But the injury, which is enough to leave a psychological shadow, does not seem to have any impact on the old man.

The hair and beard are all white and trimmed very neatly.

His back was straight and his eyes were cold and unruly.

It is reminiscent of the wolf king who commands the wolves to prey.

"The leader of 'Toyo Electric Power' is now the second-in-command, and I have rarely encountered such a high-quality customer in my past working life. Every time I encounter it, I can enjoy the next six months. "

Mutba put his hands in his pockets, and said in a relaxed tone as if he was chatting with an acquaintance.

"But before asking about the entrustment, I would like to ask, who gave me this thing?"

While talking, he took out a seemingly ordinary postcard from his pocket, and shook it in front of Katsumasa Hayami.

Katsuha Hayami showed a meaningful smile: "...It seems that you are a little dissatisfied with our invitation method."

"How could it be, I didn't find that someone came to my bedside and put this thing on my face while I was sleeping, I can only blame myself for being too careless, even if my head is cut off, I have nothing to say.

Mutaba grinned.

"It's just...... I'm somewhat curious. As far as I know, there shouldn't be anyone who can do this kind of thing in this world.

"'Doesn't exist'.........?"

Hum hum………

Katsumi Hayami repeated his words, as if he had thought of something extremely ridiculous, he couldn't help but let out a low chuckle.

"Okay, Hayami, you go to your business and let the old man tell him."

Suddenly, a third person's voice sounded in the room.

Suddenly, someone waved at the side of the single sofa facing the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Mutba's hairs rose for a moment, and he felt a creepy feeling.

The warm smile that was originally on his face also froze.

What are you kidding?!

Is there anyone else in this room?

And it's only a distance of four or five meters.

"Yes, my lady."

Katsumi Hayami bowed slightly, like a housekeeper of a certain family respectful to his master, but there was a playful expression on his face..

"Muteba, I heard that you are the strongest mercenary in this world."

After Hayami Katsumasa left, the person on the sofa spoke.

"If it is limited to the 'mercenary' industry, then I am indeed the best."

Mutba took off his hat and put it on his chest. He was obviously a black man, but he had the elegance of a British gentleman.

"Excellent people are often more trustworthy than the strongest. It just so happens that I have a commission here that requires your efforts. If it is done well, I will give you a chance to become the 'world's strongest mercenary'."

The person on the sofa stood up.

Supporting her slender waist with one hand, she walked slowly to the floor-to-ceiling windows, overlooking the bustling venue.

Mutba was dripping with cold sweat, smiling reluctantly.

Obviously, the footsteps of the high heels were very crisp, but the strange thing was that he couldn't judge the height of the speaker by the sound of the footsteps.

It's as if a mass of air is controlling a pair of high heels to move around.

And there is no gain in terms of smell.

Dealing with such a person, to be honest, he feels no different from talking with a gun to his temple.

Combined with Hayami Katsumasa's performance just now, it is not difficult to judge that the person in front of him is the real master.

"I don't think I have the right to refuse... Tell me the content of the commission, ma'am, for the sake of not letting someone put explosives on my face, I will only accept half of the usual bounty."

"Dynamite? Are you referring to the message asking you to give up the game after 4.5? Then I let it go."

I think so too.

Mutaba pouted secretly.

Only weird guys can do such weird things.

"As for the content of the entrustment, I hope you will bring all thirty-one business representatives to me, and Hayami Katsumasa will cooperate with you."

"Thirty-one? Including Katahara Miedou?"

"right."

......Although I am very confident in myself, kidnapping and murder are not the same thing, at least I can't handle the guards that destroy the church. "

"They'll have someone else to deal with, but also..."

Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, her beautiful eyes, which were as pale as water, glanced at a certain VIP room.

"There are a few people who are not easy for you to deal with, so you take care of your side, Katahara Miitou, let me go there by myself.