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"Why would McDonald's, a food brand, target our underworld organization? Does our family have some kind of secret culinary recipe?" Yaksha asked, looking at the projection of the surveillance footage in the VIP elevator.

"He took off his hood; is he provoking us? Damn, can't we even see his face?"

"He changed his hood to Dicos... Now it's MOS Burger, why doesn't he change it to Yoshinoya?" Crow complained incredulously.

"He really switched to Yoshinoya. Good heavens, how many burger joints has he eaten from?"

"But he only hands out McDonald's coupons; he's a McDonald's agent. Is this high-level business warfare?"

The Yakshas were dumbfounded, marveling that it was truly a case of a small knife pulling a big butt; they had actually met a god-like figure today.

The two of them had a strange confidence in Genjiro, believing that if the head of the Snake Clan personally captured him, this intruding thief would have no chance of escaping.

The thief could only blame his bad luck and obediently waited for McDonald's to come and pay the ransom. Coincidentally, many of the Snake Clan's high-end combatants were at headquarters today.

"You guys stay here, I'm going up to arrest them." Yuan Zhisheng ignored the two guys who were still in the mood to joke around, pressed his earpiece, and left the VIP elevator on the 27th floor.

"Patriarch, he hacked into the database of the Age of Gods and the Miyamoto family head's operational archives against Orochi. He took three researcher ID cards with access level A from the dock and retrieved multiple test reports... Then he seemed to be wandering around the building. It's possible he headed for the mural hall. No, the security cameras at B19 captured his image. He was definitely heading for the mural hall."

"He had been looking for something, but we guessed he hadn't succeeded. He couldn't find the exact location of what he wanted and was just wandering around like a headless fly in the heavy industry."

The calm voice of the monitoring room staff came through the headset. Compared to Crow Yaksha, the other family members were more serious about the invasion of their headquarters. The traditional members of the Snake Clan all upheld the idea that the family's honor was inviolable.

"The head of the Fengmo family and four A-level agents have moved from the 33rd floor to the 31st floor and will enter the mural hall in two minutes. All safety passages are closed, and only two elevators are still operational. If an intruder enters an elevator, the elevator function will be locked immediately. The intruder is already a caged beast."

The mural gallery is located between the 31st and 30th floors.

"Very well, tell the head of the Fuuma family to postpone entering the mural hall until I surround it." Genji said coldly, holding his sword. "Make sure the blockade is in place, and lock the fire escape stairs as well."

"Please rest assured, everyone, once the building is under complete lockdown, no rat, no matter where it comes from, will be able to escape."

Genji remained noncommittal; if Genji Heavy Industries hadn't been recently hacked, he might have actually believed it.

Upon entering the mural hall, Genji's eyes switched to golden pupils that exuded an imposing aura. He smelled a faint scent of blood, and drew his Spider Cutter sword, its blade gleaming coldly.

Kotaro Fuma, the highly respected head of the Fuma family of the Snake-Headed Eight Families, was lying in a rather unseemly position next to the white rope of the torii gate. In Shintoism, this paper rope is called "bancho," which has two meanings: sacred and sealing. This shrine enshrines all sorts of strange things, somewhere between ghosts and gods.

The lord of the Fuma clan, who had fallen into a coma, had his left hand slashed open by a sharp object, and blood was flowing out. His left hand was the hand that the lord of the Fuma clan usually used to hold a knife.

It was as if some sealed evil god had been unleashed... This absurd thought flashed through Genji's mind.

The evil god broke free and came to the mortal world, easily defeating all the priests in the shrines. After the millennium, many Japanese films have amplified the power of ghosts and monsters.

After examining the injuries, he guessed that the intruder must be a master of two-handed swords, wielding a short blade similar to a pocket sword or wakizashi in his right hand. When fighting the head of the Fuma family, he forced the head of the Fuma family to discard his blade with overwhelming speed. After the head of the Fuma family tried to turn around, he was struck in the abdomen by the weapon in the intruder's left hand... and then that was probably it. The intruder's bloodline was probably ridiculously high. He took down Fuma Kotaro in just two or three moves.

The head of the Fengmo family and the four A-level agents have been completely wiped out, taken down in a very short time.

They did not disobey Genji's order to postpone entry; they were knocked unconscious and dragged here.

The head of the five outer families of the Snake-Headed Eight Families was carelessly throwing things around... Veins bulged on Genji's forehead.

This was undoubtedly a provocation, but no one went for the kill.

The solid bronze door on this floor of the mural hall was forcibly smashed. This was a new door that the manufacturing plant had installed just yesterday; the old door had been smashed by Genjiro.

The gentle breeze in the elevator shaft made Genji's heart even calmer. Every teacher the Snake Clan hired for him had taught him to ignore things when drawing his sword, to ignore factors that were not conducive to drawing the sword, and to ignore certain emotions of his own.

He walked slowly to the elevator shaft, his gaze wandering over the deep shaft.

"Escaped?" Genjiro denied the possibility. He could sense that a terrifying enemy was currently in this ancient temple-like space.

He passed through layer after layer of curtains, surrounded by shrines where unknown ancient gods sat, and ancient sacrificial objects were displayed, some of which seemed to be watching him intently.

The mural hall was actually a somewhat eerie place, but he only realized it and felt uncomfortable today because he used to enter as a hunter, but now he dared not act like one anymore.

The intruder was a hunter who was no less skilled than him, and perhaps even more so.

Genjiro, now in Dragon Bone form, continued forward. He was certain that the intruder was nearby, perhaps observing him with interest from some corner.

Passing the screen wall that had been damaged by the fire, Genji continued forward until he reached the Yin Hall, which was originally a place to enshrine coffins. Now the coffins have been moved to the underground hall of the Yamanaka Shrine, and the place is now very empty.

He suddenly turned around and thrust his Spider Cutter at the curtain behind him. A metallic clang came from the pale curtain as his opponent parried his Spider Cutter with a short sword.

The two combatants shattered more than a dozen white cloths around them in a matter of seconds, as if they were in a northern country where goose feather snow was falling heavily.

After five consecutive sword exchanges, Genji was panting heavily with chest tightness. When he exerted too much force, his body's oxygen consumption would increase and his heart rate would accelerate. He felt "overloaded" when fighting the intruder, while his opponent seemed to be handling the situation with ease, as if his attention was not even on the matter.

He even had tinnitus, and the sudden spike in blood pressure made him hear a "thumping" sound like gongs and drums in his ears.

But his inner fear far outweighed the physical strain. The guy with the McDonald's mask was completely familiar with his knife skills, which could be seen from just a few moves.

Although the opponent's knife skills were not very high, every move was a targeted suppression. It would be impossible to achieve this without dozens or even hundreds of exchanges of experience.

Genjiro found it unbelievable. He didn't know this person who had fought him a hundred times. The other person's physical qualities were unlike any of the Snake Clan members he had fought.

The only explanation is that the other party has been secretly observing his life and knows the sword techniques he uses in life-or-death battles.

"Speaking of which, you're practically my swordsmanship teacher, but unfortunately, I'm a clumsy student with no foundation. I hold a grudge against you; I got beaten up quite a few times when I tried to break up fights." The intruder chattered away in the mural hall with an air of familiarity. Genji looked at him coldly, beads of sweat rolling down his face.

"In that life-or-death crisis, I couldn't possibly learn anything useful..." the intruder wearing the McDonald's mask thought to himself.

"Aren't you tired of the gangster life and want to leave?"

The intruder read out a question that interested him.

"Didn't you want to go back to the small town in the mountains but didn't want to face it? Surely there's nothing you can't face on the beaches of France, but you've become the head of a gang and you treat your friends as things that can be sacrificed. I feel like your sense of justice is a bit... questionable."

"Who are you?" Yuan Zhisheng suddenly shivered.

The other person knew him so well, it was as if they were some ghost lurking in the shadows, watching him all along.

"Are you... a young girl?" Genji stared intently at the intruder wearing a McDonald's mask.