"What is it?"
The black-clothed ninja subconsciously touched his waist and then looked at Fenghao vigilantly.
As a Jonin of Yamaguchi-gumi, Miyamoto knew about the existence of Chinese cultivators and mutants. Mutants were not scary, but those who could continuously improve their realm were scary.
The feeling that Feng Hao gave him was the feeling of a cultivator.
"The thing you brought out from the genetic research institute." Fenghao chuckled and pointed at the waist of the black-clothed ninja, Miyamoto.
"I don't know what you are talking about. I am practicing Ninjutsu here. What Genetic Research Institute? "
Miyamoto thought for a while and denied.
He had been lurking in the Genetic Research Institute for a long time. According to the information he knew, there was no such person as Feng Hao. As one of the core research institutes in Japan, they will not hire Chinese people.
"Miyamoto, the strongest ninja of Yamaguchi-gumi. After he failed his mission in China, he transferred to the Genetic Research Institute. You must be him!"
Feng Hao was not in a hurry. He was interested in the ninjas in Japan and the "people" Hayata mentioned.
After all, this is a completely different path from Chinese cultivators, but they are still powerful.
Miyamoto's eyes were full of shock, and his body trembled slightly. What he did not understand was how did Feng Hao know his identity?
A person that he had never met before was able to tell his identity. This kind of secret was extremely fatal to a ninja.
In Japan, there were many ordinary people who were like brothers to each other. But when the Ninja Research Institute gave them a mission, they would put on ninja clothes and walk in the dark to complete all kinds of dangerous and difficult assassination missions.
But even the people in the Ninja Research Institute did not know their identity. They only knew their code names and no one had seen their real faces.
His code name was not Miyamoto, but Night Shadow. Miyamoto was his real name, the bodyguard of Yamaguchi-gumi's president.
"Since you know my identity, it is either you die or I die. The loser is not qualified to get it."
Miyamoto said in a deep voice. He did not know if Feng Hao belonged to the Genetic Research Institute or was sent by China. But no matter who it was, the person who obstructed his mission was the enemy.
Ninjas only have one word for their enemies, and that is: Kill!
Xiu!
Miyamoto deserved to be the number one ninja. As soon as his voice fell, he turned into a shadow and rushed toward Feng Hao. At the same time, a finger blade appeared between his five fingers and directly cut toward Feng Hao's neck.
The finger blade revealed a sharp edge, and the blade was filled with black gas, emitting an aura of decay.
"Die!"
"Showing off in front of an expert!"
Facing Ninja Miyamoto's killing move, Fenghao's eyes narrowed. He raised his right hand and directly grabbed Miyamoto's neck. Seeing this scene, the latter's mind suddenly trembled. A strong sense of danger made him immediately change the direction of his finger blade. His figure also planned to explosively retreat.
But who in the world could match Feng Hao's speed? The moment he made his move, he had already decided the outcome.
Miyamoto's neck was directly grabbed by Feng Hao, and his whole body was lifted up. The strength was neither too heavy nor too light, just enough to make Miyamoto unable to move.
"When did the Genetic Research Institute hire an expert like you?" Miyamoto looked at Feng Hao, his eyes full of disbelief and shock.
As the number one ninja in the ninja world of Japan, he couldn't even withstand one move from a Chinese man.
Miyamoto's heart was trembling.
"Swish!"
Feng Hao reached out to Miyamoto's waist, and in an instant, he took the gene potion in his hand.
It was a dose of liquid with a faint blue glow. It was not much, just a glass bottle the size of a little finger. Feng Hao held it in his hand and felt warm.
"Mine …"
Miyamoto's face was red, and his voice was hoarse. His eyes were full of unwillingness and despair. This seemed to be the only failure he had ever failed since he carried out a mission.
Thousands of missions, hundreds of lives in his hands, but he was defeated by a Chinese man who was much younger than him.
"Who the hell are you? Give me the last bit of dignity …" Miyamoto was desperate.
The supreme warrior's spirit made him want to commit suicide, but he didn't know who his opponent was, so he was unwilling to die.
Feng Hao shook his head in disappointment. Miyamoto wasn't strong, and in fact, he was equivalent to a cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Stage. This was also because Chinese cultivators didn't like to go abroad, and they practiced in their family's secret realm all year round. They were not very interested in the secular world.
Otherwise, Chinese cultivators would have shocked the mutants all over the world.
"You are too weak. Tell me, in your country, who is stronger than you?" Feng Hao said coldly.
He was a little interested in "those people" who could defeat Miyamoto, so he mentioned it casually.
However, after hearing Feng Hao's words, Miyamoto's pupils instantly shrank, and a look of fear appeared on his face.
"They are not human …"
Miyamoto's voice was hoarse, and his body was trembling.
This scene made Feng Hao more and more interested in "those people."
Not human?
Could they be ghosts?
"Is it related to the shrine?"
Feng Hao suddenly remembered that when he came to the genetic research institute, there was an inexplicable force lingering in those shrines.
It was something similar to demonic energy, but it was gloomier than demonic energy, full of the smell of death.
"Why are you still asking me if you already know?" Miyamoto's body trembled again. Obviously, he didn't expect Feng Hao to know about the existence of the shrine.
However, Feng Hao shook his head and said, "I don't know. When I first set foot in your country, I saw some places."
"Saw …?"
Miyamoto's eyes bulged, and his face was dull. The existence of the shrine, if they didn't want to show themselves, no one could see them.
Not even the Chinese cultivators could see them.
In the past, it wasn't that no Chinese cultivators had come to Japan. However, they were all sucked dry and turned into skeletons the moment they met.
Especially the largest shrine in Japan, there were powerful gods in Japanese mythology. If the Chinese cultivators encountered it, they would undoubtedly die.
This was also one of the reasons why many cultivators and mutants from other countries didn't dare to set foot in Japan.
Moreover, Japan was a small island country, but it was famous all over the world. Other than its economy, its biggest foundation was the ubiquitous shrine in Japan.
It could turn into a powerful force at any time and sweep across the world.
But … the shrine wasn't that powerful yet, but … it wasn't too far away.
Feng Hao said that he could see the existence in the shrine. From Miyamoto's point of view, Feng Hao might be a Chinese cultivator with extraordinary talent, possessing the Heavenly Eye.
This was a kind of Daoist divine ability among Chinese cultivators.
Seeing that Feng Hao didn't answer his question, Miyamoto felt relieved. He said, "Kill me. You are very strong. I won't regret dying in the hands of an expert with divine ability like you."
Miyamoto smiled, although it was a very ugly smile.
However, Feng Hao had divine ability, which was a natural counter to ninjas.
Ding ding!
Suddenly, Feng Hao's phone rang. It was a text message from an unknown number. It was written in Chinese, and it said, "Feng Hao, save me!"
However, from his angle, Miyamoto happened to see the text message. Then, his body trembled, and his eyes bulged.
"You are Feng Hao?"
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