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Chapter 204 Am I right? Your Majesty, God of Ninjas!
Chen Zhan pushed open the door and went in. He was dressed in black, but his face was not covered.

The courtyard wasn't large and was located in a remote area, but there were quite a few ninjas living there.

As far as the eye could see, there were ten people on each side, and inside the room, including the two ninjas who had just gone in to report, there were four people.

As Chen Zhan entered, the door to the small house opened just in time. Amidst the chaos, the group rushed out, and the black-clad elder at the head of the group met Chen Zhan's gaze.

He was dressed in a tight-fitting, pure black ninja uniform, with dark gray cloud patterns sewn on the collar and cuffs. His face mask covered his nose, revealing only a pair of deep brown eyes with fine lines etched at the corners. His pupils gleamed coldly when they shrank to slits.

His ninja outfit was much more elaborate than the others.

Chen Zhan realized that the one known as the "God of Ninjas" was him.

Chen Zhan walked in with an air of nonchalance, as if he were in his own backyard, completely at ease.

A single sentence caused the masked old man to narrow his eyes slightly, his right hand resting on the ebony wakizashi at his waist, while his left hand remained hidden in his sleeve.

Standing at the doorway, the courtyard was quiet and somber.

The old man pondered for a moment, then gestured to someone in the shadows.

The ninjas in the shadows immediately sprang into action, but not towards Chen Zhan; instead, they headed out of the courtyard.

"No need to investigate, it's only me. Isn't killing you all enough?"

Chen Zhan smiled faintly, flicking his fingernails to produce a clanging sound that made one's teeth ache.

"Is Mr. Chen so confident?"

Hattori Yoru's voice was hoarse, but his Chinese was fluent, which surprised Chen Zhan when he spoke.

He even had a slight Beijing accent.

Chen Zhan shook his head and said, "It's not confidence, it's just the truth."

"In Fengtian and Tianjin, I can't go too far. But once we get to the capital, if you don't show your face, fine. But if I catch you, even if you're the God of Ninjas, or even if you're the Yamata no Okami or Amaterasu Okami, you'll still die."

Hattori Yokage paused for a moment, thinking to himself: Why don't you make a move?
What the hell did you do in Fengtian and Tianjin? Don't you know it yourself?
Otherwise, how could they have come all the way to the capital?

Others may not know, but he knows all too well how many methods Japan has devised to deal with Chen Zhan. He was the one who paved the way, and more people will follow.

Ninja, assassin, poisoning, murder.

We'll be overwhelmed.

We sent people to Chen Zhan's China Alliance today because we saw that he had been too arrogant lately and wanted to curb his arrogance. We didn't expect to confront him directly.

He wasn't naive enough to think that a few ninjas could take down Chen Zhan.

Releasing the poison gas pills might kill a few disciples and cause a disturbance, but it wouldn't directly eliminate Chen Zhan.

But he never expected that, not long after he sent them out, they would not only fail but also be tracked back to their base.

"Does Chen Sang really intend to fight to the death with my Great Japanese Empire?"

"The Great Japanese Empire? A tiny place like this is called an empire? Even Great Britain has some merit in calling itself an empire, but a tiny island nation like this is called an empire?"

"Baka! Fire!"

He was prepared when he spoke; he wasn't naive enough to think he could make peace with Chen Zhan. Chen Zhan didn't even respond to his words about a fight to the death.

Isn't that nonsense?
When they were massacring Chinese people in Northeast China and the Jiaodong Peninsula, why didn't they think of this day?
Chen Zhan naturally noticed the other party's actions. The people who had gone out to investigate earlier set up a projectile device in the distance, similar to a crossbow, but firing the same kind of black poison bullets as before.

At the moment of firing, the device punctures the poison blast, releasing poison gas and causing fatal injuries.

Chen Zhan glanced around and realized that the poison bombs he had just put away were meant to be used to puncture holes.

Previously, in the courtyard of the Chinese Alliance, the other party did not puncture or use a device to launch, so there must be other triggering methods.

Chen Zhan moved swiftly, dodging the poison bullet attack.

But Hattori Yokage waved his hand again, and two ninjas behind him threw out another "Lightning Fire Bullet".

"boom!"

The fireball landed, spewing flames. Chen Zhanren had already dodged several feet away, but the sparks ignited the poison gas that had been there earlier.

These poison bombs also contain flammable materials!

In an instant, flames shot into the sky from the courtyard, spreading and turning the night sky a crimson red.

They also surrounded Chen Zhan's location with fire snakes.

"Did you take him down?" a ninja asked in Japanese.

"Ha, how could that be? It would be good enough if he could be trapped for even a moment. He is already a master of the Dan realm, equivalent to the sword saint Yamamoto Sai!"

As Hattori Yokage spoke, he quickly turned around and said, "Stop him."

After saying that, he jumped off the other side of the wall.

He ran away.

The God of Ninjas, with no will to fight, turned and ran without hesitation.

Ninjas are masters of intelligence gathering. Before coming to the capital, they had thoroughly investigated Fengtian and Tianjin, collecting all sorts of information.

He was very confident in Chen Zhan's abilities.

Leaving aside Tianjin, his martial arts skills were not yet fully developed at that time, so he could only resort to sneak attacks and assassinations. In the final battle in Fengtian, Chen Zhan was unable to annihilate all the Japanese soldiers and Black Dragon Society warriors.

Many people saw Chen Zhan wielding a knife, charging through a hail of bullets, and even hundreds of people couldn't stop him.

The Japanese military's subsequent assessment of Chen Zhan consisted of only four words.

"Not human!"

Hattori Yokage is a ninja, not a suicide squad member, nor is he a fool. When Chen Zhan came to his door, he was completely unprepared and had no chance of winning.

So the only option was to leave someone to hold him off while he left first.

Fortunately, the Japanese had multiple burrows, and their infiltration of major northern cities was pervasive.

He believed that with his skills in hiding, he could remain inconspicuous among the common people, making it difficult for Chen Zhan to find him.

Hattori Yokage had just left the courtyard when screams came from behind him.

The remaining ninjas thought the sea of ​​fire had trapped Chen Zhan, but in reality, Chen Zhan had already charged out before the fire was lit. Several golden needles slipped from his sleeve, and with a burst of energy, they shattered into countless tiny fragments. His figure flashed to the side of the sea of ​​fire, and he had already rushed to the front of the house.

He had heard Hattori Yokage fleeing earlier, but he didn't rush to chase after him. After all, if the God of Shinobi was to die, ordinary ninjas couldn't be spared either.

The two ninjas who had escaped to report earlier saw Chen Zhan rushing towards them. They had only drawn their katana halfway when Chen Zhan's flawless hand pressed down on their shoulders.

"Ah!~"

"Ah!~"

Two screams rang out, and Chen Zhan disappeared from in front of the house. Then came a cacophony of screams. The golden needles were tiny, but with the force he used, they instantly became deadly weapons.

The ninjas who had just released the poison bombs all possessed the ability to see in the dark, but they couldn't even see Chen Zhan's shadow.

He died instantly from a needle piercing his brow.

Chen Zhan took less than three minutes to deal with the ninjas in the courtyard.

But in those three minutes, Hattori Yoru was enough to run a long way, and even change his appearance, from a black-clad mask to a coarse linen outfit, a coachman's hat, and a face covered in ash.

He ran for a while and unexpectedly arrived at the Eight Great Hutongs, where there were the most rickshaws, the liveliest place, and it was brightly lit at night.

The drivers were all waiting at the entrance of the alley; they couldn't go in. Only when someone called for a carriage could they enter with the servant.

I don't know where they got a rickshaw.

He had his hands in his sleeves, just like the rickshaw pullers on the street.

He leaned against the wall, his eyes half-closed, seemingly asleep but actually extremely vigilant.

Outside the Eight Great Hutongs, there was a street full of rickshaw pullers who would pick up passengers at night. Many of them were half asleep and didn't care about money, so it was normal to give them a little extra. Some even spent silver dollars like copper coins.

Therefore, there are many coachmen in this area.

Hattori Yokage was the same. While others tried to move forward as much as possible, afraid that the old man in the alley would call for the wheels of his carriage to not reach them, he squatted in the corner, trying his best to make himself inconspicuous.

After squatting for the time it takes to burn several incense sticks, and with no movement in sight, I felt much more at ease.

Even a master like Chen Zhan wouldn't be able to find it with such a disguise.

He got up, lifted the car, and was about to leave when he passed the entrance to Baishun Hutong.

"Hey, driver, wait a minute."

Hattori Yoru stopped.

"Yes, it's you. When Master Zhang goes home later, you'll take it back."

A silver dollar flew out of the alley.

The surrounding drivers looked on with envy, but Hattori Yoru's lips twitched; he could only accept it.

Soon, a middle-aged man emerged from Baishun Hutong. He was pot-bellied and overweight, completely drunk, and was being helped out by his servants on either side.

They arrived at Hattori Yoru's car.

"Please get in the car, sir. Where are you going?" He was extremely unwilling, but at this moment he dared not turn his back. He had to be careful and proceed with caution.

"Go to Zhangjia Hutong in the west of the city, the residence of Fifth Master Zhang. Don't you recognize it?"

"I know you, I know you."

Hattori Yokage may not recognize the place, but he can't say he doesn't. How could these rickshaw pullers say they don't know the way? That would be a flaw in their story.

The gate was lowered, and two servants helped Master Zhang into the carriage.

But the next moment.

A young man dressed in black was already sitting in the car.

"I'll take this car. You can find the next one," the young man said casually.

"Hey kid, this was reserved by Master Zhang first, first come, first served. Besides, if you want a seat, there are plenty over there."

The servant was furious, and the two of them went to pull Chen Zhan away.

Chunfenglou was one of the most notorious brothels in the entire Eight Great Hutongs, and after Jinlou closed its doors, it became even more famous.

When their hands grabbed the young man's sleeve, their fingers recoiled as if they had been electrocuted.

The young man shook his head: "It's not that I don't want to change, it's just that this car is for me to ride in, no one else can ride in it."

The two servants didn't take it seriously: "Hey, what are you saying? We can't afford a rickshaw?"

"It's not that we can't afford to ride in it, it's that this car is deadly."

"Am I right, Lord God of Ninjas?"

Chen Zhan ignored the servant and Master Zhang, speaking only to the coachman in front of him.

If Chen Zhan hadn't come out, the God of Ninjas would have dragged that drunkard to a secluded spot and killed him.

As soon as Chen Zhan spoke, the servant over there, who was also perceptive, realized that this matter was not simple, and helped Master Zhang back.

But Zhang Wuye, who had just been in a daze, suddenly sobered up, staggered and broke free, and lunged towards the car.

Chen Zhan shook his head, spread his five fingers, and just as his massive body touched his fingers, "Bang!~"

It felt like being hit by a heavy hammer, and he was sent flying backward with a thud.

With the two servants' hands still in the air, Chen Zhan said, "Let's go, Mr. Ninja God. You pull the cart, and we can think of another way along the way. You stop the cart, and I'll do the work."

"Of course, if you think I care about these people, you can choose to take action here."

Chen Zhan stared calmly at the old man in front of him. The ninja god, who had previously been dressed in black and masked, now revealed his true face.

He was very thin, as thin as iron, with bright eyes. He was about fifty or sixty years old, but showed no signs of aging.

Hattori Yoru also stared at Chen Zhan, his mind racing.

How did Chen Sang discover me?

Chen Zhan laughed and said, "You're too clean; you don't smell at all."

(End of this chapter)