Tokyo Detective

Chapter 563 A Feast with Naoki Hanyu as the Main Dish

Fighter jets swarmed out from over 400 kilometers away, and Naoki Hanyu also initiated other preparations.

In a mountainous area of ​​Osaka, the abandoned houses were filled with noise.

More than a dozen clones of Naoki Hanyu were gambling, some playing cards and others playing mahjong, creating quite a lively scene. To an outsider, it would look like an underground casino.

Suddenly, a clone of himself appeared at the mahjong table and shouted.

"It's a complete set, a pair of all pairs."

The other three clones angrily pushed over their own cards.

"Damn, what bad luck."

“I told you long ago that we should change the location so that the Mingtang (bright hall) can gather auspicious energy and bring good fortune, but you wouldn’t agree. See, we all lost.”

"I don't believe in geomancy or any kind of auspicious energy entering through the main gate. Wait for me, I'm going to pay my respects to the Three Pure Ones, the Jade Emperor, Buddha, Bodhisattva, God, and then go on a few more rounds of fighting."

True to his word, Khorne's clone produced three incense sticks and an incense burner from who-knows-where.

"I rely on."

The other two quickly stopped the Khorne clone, while the winning rational clone showed a happy smile.

"Choose: bark like a dog or get slapped."

The Khorne clone snorted coldly.

"I, Naoki Hanyu, am not one to be a sore loser. What's wrong with me just barking like a dog? Woof woof woof, and if that's not enough, I can add two more."

The lazy clone pointed at "itself" with disdain.

"You have no backbone. You still call yourself Naoki Hanyu? Leave the group. You don't even dare to slap me a few times. Come on."

Seeing the wicked grin on the rational clone's face, the lazy clone immediately warned.

"Let me state upfront that everyone loses sometimes; always leave yourself an out, it's always good to have someone to rely on in the future."

"clap clap"

The continuous slapping sound rendered the lazy clone speechless. In just a few seconds, its face swelled up like a pig's head, making it unrecognizable to most people.

The burning sensation was like the raging fire in my heart.

The lazy clone threatened with a menacing look.

"Alright, alright, let's continue if you dare, and I'll slap you to death."

The rational clone shook its head.

"The main body announced that the operation has begun. Let's play again another time."

"Quickly, quickly, the Yuzuru Aviation Company, get moving!"

"Here it comes, here it comes, don't rush it."

In just a few seconds, the clone that was gambling just moments before had left the abandoned house, leaving only the lazy clone frozen in place, looking like it was gritting its teeth and ready to fight someone to the death.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it!"

The group, dressed in pilot gear, stood on the open mountain plain. The wing covers of the helicopters were lifted, revealing two Apache attack helicopters and three Seahawk attack helicopters.

Four people took the pilot's seat in the Apache helicopter, while the remaining dozen or so people were divided into six groups and boarded a Seahawk helicopter.

The MH-60R model is designed for anti-submarine and anti-ship purposes, unlike other models that can carry more than 10 people and also perform search and rescue missions.

Soon the propellers started spinning, and five military helicopters took off from the dark mountains, heading towards their target.

The headquarters of the Extreme Martial Organization, which is also the location of the Assassin's Alliance platform branch, is located in the suburbs of Osaka, next to Kobe.

Cars were parked downstairs, including many expensive luxury cars.

Most of the visitors today are foreigners, mostly white and black, with fewer Asians. They all share the same identity: assassins.

Of course, it wasn't just the Assassin Alliance platform that registered assassins; even top figures from assassin organizations like the Continental Hotel were invited. These exceptionally skilled individuals were drawn to participate by the secrets of someone's body.

However, some assassins disliked each other, and if it weren't for the rules of the Assassin's Guild, they would have already started fighting. Even so, it made the members of the Extreme Martial Organization very nervous, and they could only verbally struggle helplessly.

Just as the standoff was taking place in the parking lot, two people got out of an older model Beetle: a young man helping an elderly man. Startled, the people in the standoff quickly moved aside.

The old man looked like he was on his deathbed, while the young man was arrogant and aloof, like a handsome nobleman.

The two individuals, who did not appear to be dangerous, instilled great fear in the other clones.

"It's him, the executioner of St. Hill. I didn't expect even he would come."

"And there's the next blade of the Star Ring, this is getting interesting."

"After all, the prey is the man who is known as the strongest in the world, so it's not surprising that these old geezers would appear."

Several assassins were whispering among themselves, and the old man they were talking about, the executioner of St. Hilde, was named Elio de la Roca, from the St. Hilde Mountains deep in the Alps.

In the 14th century, hunters in the Alps were trapped by a blizzard and, in their despair, luckily discovered Mount St. Hilde. At that time, Mount St. Hilde, amidst the blizzard, resembled a sanctuary carved out by an ancient giant with a sword, and was known as the "Ring of Stars."

Later, some remaining Knights Templar and monks settled here (the Knights Templar had been wiped out by the French king in the late 14th century) and built the Church of the Star Ring.

The harsh, isolated environment was ideal for martial arts practitioners, and coupled with the accumulation of martial arts manuals by the Knights Templar over hundreds or even thousands of years, it later became a martial arts mecca in Europe. Elio de la Roca was known as the St. Hill Executioner because he killed many Allied figures for Italy during World War II; at the age of 30, he was already a renowned martial arts master.

After the fascists were defeated, he was wanted by certain forces and hid in Mount St. Hilde, joining the Church of the Star Ring.

When Elio De La Lo reappeared in 1979, at the age of 60, he defeated all his enemies with the pinnacle of human martial arts, officially becoming one of the pinnacles, a martial arts grandmaster.

Such people were called celestial beings, immortals, or demigods in ancient times in both the East and the West.

Japan has not had a martial arts grandmaster for 80 years, and America, due to its lack of heritage, will not easily relocate those martial arts holy lands with profound traditions. Therefore, even as the world's strongest nation, it still lacks a martial arts holy land.

Since the 80s, Elio de la Roca has made public appearances every now and then, the reason for which remains unknown. He is now over 100 years old.

The young man beside him suddenly spoke.

"Master, is it really necessary for us to cooperate with these scumbags?"

"John, don't talk nonsense. Even I, your teacher, am not sure about this target."

The man named John looked incredulous. In his mind, his master was the strongest. Even though Naoki Hanyu had shown great strength, he still didn't believe that his master could lose.

Ignoring the apprehension of the crowd, the two followed the staff's directions to the conference hall.

The conference hall, which could seat 300 people, was already filled with assassins, all of whom were skilled in assassination. Among them were martial arts masters, leading figures, and grandmasters of martial arts.

Time passed by, and the number of people in the conference hall gradually increased from more than 10 to 30. Throughout the process, Elio kept his eyes closed, clearly looking down on these people.

It wasn't until a figure even older than Elio appeared that the martial arts grandmaster opened his eyes and looked at the old man with the Persian face.

"The old Assassins."

The man's name was Rashid Jamshid "Night Owl" Neshabri, the leader of the Assassins, who was now over 140 years old, which is why the 100-year-old Elio called him an old man.

The origins of the Assassins can be traced back to the Assassins, a Muslim sect in the 11th-century Persian Kingdom, skilled in assassination. Hassan al-Sabah, a legendary old man, was the founder of the Assassins and was known as the Old Man of the Mountain (Elder of the Mountain).
Later, the Assassins were destroyed by the Mongols. Most of the remaining members merged into the Nizari sect, a branch of Shia Islam, while another part continued to maintain the Assassins as a killer organization, one of the founding organizations of the League of Assassins, and one of the three major elder factions.

Rashid, the legendary assassin who controlled the Assassins for over a century, was also a martial arts grandmaster.

At this very moment, two legendary martial arts grandmasters have gathered in the small conference room, and it goes without saying that they were attracted by someone.

Everyone else was whispering among themselves. It was quite a grand gathering, as these martial arts legends, who were rarely seen even once every ten years, had come together.

Rashid looked at Elio with eyes like those of someone with cataracts.

"Elliot, you're here too."

"Immortal."

Rashid revealed a chilling smile, his face full of wrinkles squeezed together like a demon.

"You're old enough to never die, so don't dwell on the little thing that almost killed me back then. Hopefully, this young man can satisfy us two old folks, just like last time."

"Humph."

Those who were unaware of the situation wouldn't understand, while those who were aware of it showed a slight change in expression.

For beings who have reached the end of their lifespan or martial arts, those monsters with messy physiques are the nourishment they need to try to reach a higher level.

Thirty years ago, a martial arts master in South Africa was unexpectedly diagnosed with the miraculous effects of flesh and blood on human lifespan. Then the Assassin's Guild launched a meeting similar to today's, called the Assassin's Feast.

Then the local martial arts expert vanished without a trace, and his entire faction was wiped out.

The Protestant martial arts master had witnessed the fate of that powerful figure, who was crippled and taken away by martial arts grandmasters like Rashid who did not want to die.

Rashid, who was 110 years old at the time, was considered to be near death by the martial arts community, but he is still alive today.

Brilliant technology has made martial arts even more dazzling in this era, and the "demigods" who were once a rare sight in a century are no longer a legend in the 21st century.

Today, two "demigods" nearing the end of their lifespans set their sights on Naoki Hanyu, believing that he might hold the key to granting them immortality.

The meeting soon began, and the head of the Assassin's Guild branch came out to host the event.

"Welcome, esteemed elder, to our branch, and to all distinguished guests. I'll cut to the chase and get straight to the point: the subject of today's feast, Naoki Hanyu. He's only 29 years old this year. Please watch the video."

One video after another played until the scene of America instantly killing the fungal corpse.

"The fifth-tier giant corpse that America's top military expert could only contend with while wearing power armor could be defeated by Naoki Hanyu in just two moves: a punch that broke his arm and a stomp that killed him. According to our estimates, the power armor allows Nicholas to rival a martial arts grandmaster."

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Suddenly, a disdainful voice rang out; it was none other than Rashid, the Lord of the Assassins.

"It's just the use of a special martial arts technique, and you're making such a fuss. I could feel that the kid's arm muscles were cramping. Besides, you don't understand the difference between an ordinary person and a martial arts grandmaster. It's not something a metal man can do."

Elio offered a different perspective.

"Old man, you still think you're living in the old days? The level of technology now is beyond the comprehension of an old fogey like you."

The two legendary grandmasters faced off, and a strange aura made everyone feel a sense of crisis.

The head of the assassin division was extremely anxious, but he dared not step forward to stop it, otherwise Rashid, one of the elders, would kill him, and his family would not stand up for a dead man.

Just when everyone thought a fight was about to break out, Rashid suddenly turned his head to look at one of the onlookers, whose gaze was full of amusement.

(End of this chapter)