"Squeak ~" With a harsh sound, a Boeing 747 slowly landed in Phillipine Airport.
Then, Sei Itō, like the other passengers in the special class cabin, was led off the plane by the flight attendants and came to the guest platform on the tarmac.
"Are you Mr. Sei Itō?" Just as Sei Itō was about to leave for the stronghold, a dark-skinned man in a black suit with a pair of sunglasses on his face walked to Sei Itō's side and spoke to Sei Itō in English with a strange accent.
"I am, who are you?" Sei Itō, who heard the question, looked at the man in the suit and narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Hello, I'm Augustine, a member of the Phillipine [Dark] organization. I'm here to welcome you under the orders of Master Hanonimo," Augustine quickly explained.
"Lead the way," Sei Itō nodded and ordered in an indifferent tone.
"Master, please follow me." As if he was already used to Sei Itō's commanding tone, Augustine, whose face didn't change at all, immediately leaned forward and opened his arms to lead the way.
Then, he turned around and walked in front of Sei Itō and led Sei Itō to a black Mercedes-Benz parked not far from the tarmac.
"Click," Augustine, who was the first to reach the car, quickly reached out and opened the door for Sei Itō.
Sei Itō didn't hesitate when he saw this and lowered his body to get in.
"These ordinary people who work in [Dark] are not so much staff, but slaves with wages. Their attitude toward adept level martial artists is worse than a grandson," Sei Itō, who was sitting in the car and watching the scenery outside, sighed in his heart.
"But if you think about it carefully, it's understandable. These people who dare to enter [Dark] and are willing to serve the unpredictable adepts all have martial arts dreams. They hope that one day, they can be guided by the adepts and become a master in one fell swoop. Then, they can take on missions in [Dark] to make money and become the best of the best. Otherwise, other than people with masochistic tendencies, who would want to work here?"
Just like that. While Sei Itō was thinking aimlessly, the car slowly stopped in the underground parking lot of a modern high-rise building.
After that, Augustine, who had stopped the car and turned off the engine, pushed the door open and got out of the car. He led Ito Sei, who had also pushed the door open, to the elevator in the parking lot. They took the elevator to the floor where Lord Hanonimo was located. Meet Hanonimo.
"Master Hanonimo. I've brought him here. " After a while, Augustine, who led Sei Itō into a dimly lit room, said respectfully.
As soon as Augustine's voice fell, his body was suddenly thrown to the side, and then a whistling wind smashed toward Sei Itō's head.
"Bang." The moment Augustine's body flew out, Sei Itō, who had unsheathed his sword, instantly raised the scabbard to block the attack from above. At the same time, the long sword in his right hand stabbed in front of his body.
"Clang!" With a soft sound, a strong force came from the sword, causing Sei Itō's long sword to be lifted up uncontrollably.
The moment the long sword rang, a black shadow silently appeared on the left side of Sei Itō's body and smashed toward Sei Itō's waist.
"Scram." Sei Itō's feet did not move. His left hand holding the scabbard quickly fell down, blocking the black shadow from the left side by a hair's breadth. The collision between the two made a strange sound.
Then, Sei Itō's right arm that was holding the sword gently lifted along with the upward force, and suddenly drew a semicircle in midair, the blade slashing horizontally toward the attacker's left side.
And what surprised the attacker the most was that Sei Itō, who was using his sword skills against his opponent, suddenly raised his right foot, and when the blade slashed toward him, he fiercely kicked at the attacker.
Seeing that he could block the sword slash but not the kick, the attacker moved his body and quickly slid backward. At the same time, he exhaled and shouted in English, "St …"
"St my ass." Seeing that his kick missed, Sei Itō immediately put his right foot on the ground. At the same time, his right wrist shook, and he swung his arm to put the long sword back into the scabbard. Then, he swung the sword with a powerful slash while shouting loudly.
"Scram." Along with the sound of metal clashing, a transparent force that was invisible to the naked eye rushed out from Sei Itō's sword. It ran straight through the entire house, cutting everything in its path into two, until it finally sank into the ground after the end of the house.
"Scram." After finishing the slash, Sei Itō put the long sword back into the scabbard again.
"Hualalala …" Along with the crisp sound, everything in the room in front of Sei Itō seemed to have received a signal. They immediately split in the middle and fell to the ground on both sides.
"You're courting death." At this time, an angry roar suddenly sounded in the room. Then, a short-haired Filipino man, who was about 1.75 meters tall, rushed in front of Sei Itō. He was wearing a sleeveless shawl that was commonly worn by Filipinos and a pair of loose dark brown cloth pants. He had two thin and long sticks in his hands, and he had a mustache on his face. He looked like he was in his thirties. He swung his sticks at Sei Itō.
"Filipino Short Stick Technique, huh?" Sei Itō sneered in his heart when he finally saw the enemy's weapon.
Then, he tapped the ground with the tip of his foot and jumped back lightly, dodging the Filipino man's short stick attack. Then, without waiting for his body to fall, he directly performed an Iaido in mid-air and slashed at the Filipino man.
The Filipino man, who had just witnessed the power of Sei Itō's Iaido Slash, narrowed his eyes when he saw this. He quickly stepped to the side and dodged the Iaido Slash's path.
Although he managed to dodge it, the short stick in his hand wasn't able to dodge it completely. With a "Tsk tsk" sound, a small piece of metal with a slanted surface fell from the tip of the stick in the Filipino man's left hand.
At this time, Sei Itō, who had already landed on the ground, stomped on the ground and instantly appeared in front of the Filipino man. He used the scabbard on his left forearm to hit the Filipino man's neck and sent him flying.
"Bang." The Filipino man who was sent flying crashed into the wall beside him, and then he was hit by the rebound force and fell to the ground.
"Speak, who are you?" Sei Itō finally spoke to the Filipino man in English.
"S-Sir, he's Sir Hanonimo." As soon as Sei Itō's voice trailed off, before the Filipino man, who was angrily getting up from the ground, could speak, Augustine, who was ignored by both Sei Itō and the Filipino man, carefully introduced him.
"It turns out to be Mr. Hanonimo. Sorry for the disrespect." Sei Itō immediately sheathed his sword and saluted Hanonimo with a fake smile on his face. "I just didn't expect Hanonimo's way of treating guests to be so strange. It really opened my eyes."
"Hmph." Hanonimo stared coldly at Sei Itō for a moment, then snorted and said in a deep voice, "I won't let this go."
"Whatever, I'll be waiting for Mr. Hanonimo's arrival at any time. It's just that I can't guarantee whether you'll still be alive next time." After a short fight just now, Sei Itō had roughly figured out Hanonimo's strength level. He was a master of strength. For this kind of guy, even if Sei Itō's strength was on par with him, he could beat him with speed, not to mention that he still had a bunch of hidden means that he had not used yet. Therefore, Sei Itō was not afraid of Hanonimo's threat at all and directly rebutted.
"Hmph." Hanonimo's murderous aura immediately surged when he heard this, but he also knew that he was slightly weaker against a guy like Sei Itō who was obviously a speed type, so he did not attack again. He snorted coldly and ignored Sei Itō.
"Swoosh." At this time, Hanonimo reached out and took out a photo from his pocket, infused it with Qi-Jin and threw it at Sei Itō.
Sei Itō, who didn't know what Hanonimo meant, frowned. He immediately stretched out two fingers of his right hand and caught the photo that flew over like a knife between his fingers. He took it in front of his eyes and looked at it.
In an instant, a short bald old man with a thin wooden stick in his hand came into Sei Itō's sight.
"The person in the photo is the target of your mission this time, the stick technique master, Hiroyuki Hall Danqi." Hanonimo said coldly.
"Hiroyuki Hall Danqi … Is he the grandpa who is comparable to the masters of Liangshan Lake that Hiroyuki Hall, as the third fist of Grand Freya, wants? I didn't expect this mission to be him." After listening to Hanonimo's words, Sei Itō thought, "Although it is mentioned in the manga that he has been pursued and forced by the dark people to join the weapon group as the dark people …"
"What do you mean?" Sei Itō, who basically understood the purpose of this mission, looked at Hanonimo with a puzzled face and said.
"Your mission is to pull him into the weapon group, no matter what means you use." For the mission given by the higher-ups, Hanonimo didn't dare to be perfunctory, so he explained after hearing the inquiry.
"Just me?" Sei Itō asked with a frown.
"Yes." Hanonimo's eyes flickered slightly, and he looked at Sei Itō to confirm.
"Where is his position now?" Sei Itō frowned and looked at Hanonimo for a while before asking.
"Augustine, take him to the intelligence department and give him all the recent information about the whereabouts of Hiroyuki Hall Danqi." Hanonimo turned his head and looked at Augustine, who was still rubbing his waist, and ordered.
"Yes." Augustine quickly put down his hand that was rubbing his waist and looked at Hanonimo and responded loudly.
"Sir, please come with me." Then Augustine came to Sei Itō and said carefully.
"Let's go," Sei Itō put the photo of Hiroyuki Hall Danqi into his trouser pocket and turned to Augustine and said.
Augustine didn't dare to talk nonsense. He directly took Sei Itō and left Hanonimo's room that had been destroyed beyond recognition.
"After you are disabled by the old man of Hiroyuki Hall Danqi, see how I deal with you." Hanonimo stared at Sei Itō's departing figure and said fiercely in his heart.
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