The luxurious house is brightly lit, but the singing and dancing are rising. Just as everyone is immersed in the prosperity brought by this wealth, the dancing and dancing come to an abrupt end.

The dark luster of Shuriken chain was inserted into the beautiful body in the dance floor. The beautiful face was puzzled and surprised. The red blood flowed out of the fair body, as if the strange blood was not bleeding fast enough. The head of the Shuriken chain pulled the sword chain and the sharp sabers shattered the organs in the body. The wriggling body was torn apart and spread onto the precious red carpet.

Kado, who was sitting in the chief, trembled slightly and couldn't help but vomit it out. Although he had experienced many ups and downs as a big businessman, the beauty in front of him turned into a few pieces of trembling minced meat in the blink of an eye, and the delicacies he had just eaten could no longer stay in his stomach.

Several of Kado's guards stood up and wanted to rush forward but didn't dare, so they could only stand in their seats awkwardly.

Zabuzhan ignored everything in front of him, gently picked up a glass of sake that he had poured for himself by himself, took a sip. The white girl beside him couldn't help but lower her head gently, not to look at the miserable situation in the center of the room.

Mingtou slowly stood up and slightly slapped towards Zaibuzhan. The bloody Shurijian chain slowly retracted from the hideous iron hand, walked onto the noble carpet defiled by blood, leaned over slowly, and picked up a kunai dyed red by his master from the minced meat.

Ming Tou took a few steps towards the chief, slowly handed over Koushi, and said respectfully: "Master Kado..."

It’s just that the cold and hoarse voice of Mingtou and the face left by the flames make people not that comfortable.

Kado's face turned slightly white after he vomited, and turned to Wushou, and a flattering smile appeared on his face: "Hehe, please don't want to kill you again..."

Kado smiled slightly and pointed a little at the dark head in front of him, expressing his gratitude. In addition to not cutting off his hands when he returned for the first time, most of the ninjas that attacked him were handled by these subordinates who did not kill him. If the most killing is the vitality in front of him.

Mingtou lowered his head slightly to respond and slowly returned to his seat.

Kado waved his hand, and several warriors walked out of the corner, quickly rolled up the blood-stained carpet, and carried it out together with the remaining bodies in the carpet.

The new carpet covered the places where blood was once stained, and the new dancer sang yelled, and the bright red banquet continued with her own bright lights and wine, as if the killing that had just defiled glory had never existed...

After the banquet, Cardo's subordinates retreated one after another. The remaining few confidants looked at Cardo who was still in the chief and slowly retreated outside the house.

Kado picked up a glass of sake and walked to Zaibuzhan, and said with a flattering smile: "As soon as we do, according to our contract, tomorrow will be over. Thank you for your protection these days. I am here to pay a tribute to you."

Zabuzhan smiled slightly, picked up the wine glass and touched Kado gently, drank the sake from the gap in his mouth, and said lightly: "Where is it, this is the responsibility that the ninja should do for the employer, Kado."

Although the hoarse voice could not hear a trace of respect except for his tone, a few smiles appeared on Kado's slightly slim face. Kado changed the topic and said respectfully: "If you don't kill the master, as a businessman like this, hehe, it's very uneasy to be cared for by others. If you don't kill the master, I'm willing to pay another 500 million taels. Please help me get rid of my opponent."

If you don't kill, you slightly narrowed your yellow ghost eyes, and a hint of greed rose in your heart. Haha, Kado is not a loss, a rich man who is as rich as a country. He has one billion taels in front of you, even a famous working capital is just like this...

Haha, if you have raised this money, some real estate has been sold by Kaduo. Haha, as long as you kill the other party and take over the other party's industries through commercial means, it will not be a matter of billions. Haha, in order to make good use of yourself, I really don't know why he is so confident in himself.

"Haha," Zabuzhan smiled slightly, sucked the sake filled with Bai Bai's sake, and said slowly: "Even if it's Kado, it would be a bit of a slight effort to take out so much at once..."

A layer of astonishment floated on Kado's face and hurriedly shouted, "I won't kill my lord..."

Zai Buzhan waved his hand gently and said lightly: "Although you have the ability to put out so much money, it will also hurt some basic things, haha."

Kado was stunned on the spot. If he didn't kill or accept his own tasks, although his safety was no longer a problem, he wouldn't feel at ease if he had an opponent.

Aibubuzhan smiled and said, "Master Kaduo, why not do this. I will help you kill him, restrain his funds and then pay off my commission. I am very relieved. Kaduo..." A trace of blood splashed out from his pale yellow pupils.

Kado slowly stood up, took off the pair of eyes that had never left her body, looked directly at Zabuzhang, pursed his lips, poured himself a full glass of wine, slowly raised the glass, and said without any flattery: "Then please, I won't kill you..."

"Ding---" The porcelain wine glasses collided with a crisp sound, and an ally attracted by future interests is more important than previous interests.

A huge businessman who is rich enough to rival a country, a ninja who kills countless people, no one is a simple guy, and enough interests are everything that both parties make friends...

Zabuzhen put down the wine glass, stretched out his left hand, and said lightly: "I believe Mr. Kado is ready for information."

Cardo handed the scroll out of his sleeve and whispered: "Please, please, no more sir."

Zaibuzhan took the scroll, raised his beheading sword, and walked out of the house. Several subordinates' figures were shrouded in the dark by the extended ghosts, and followed Zaibuzhan out of Kado's palace.

Konoha in late spring of 1959...

Time gradually slipped through the moving inch on the map, and at the border of the Thunder Country, figures, one tall and one short, slowly walked by the sun that had already covered most of its body on the ground.

The swaying ghost paused slightly, and a hoarse voice rang on the empty land of Thunder Country: "Ming, how is that eye grasping..."

Mingtou said respectfully: "If you don't kill Master, although you are still a little repulsive, I can already use that technique a little."

"En" said "En" and stopped talking, and continued to walk forward with Ming Tou. However, he was thinking slowly in his mind. Leaving Shu Naiku and the others by Kado can protect and monitor. Although Bai is already very powerful, she is not contaminated with bloody enough and there is still a big gap between her artifact level. Ming Tou, haha, I have to say that although her strength is still not as good as Shu Naiku, enough killing and that eye have given him the opportunity to break through the artifact level...

Zabuzhan Weiwei looked up at the sky and smiled slightly. He felt that this trip to Yunren will grow more.

Haha, Ming Tou is the genius he likes. The Manelidian Sharingan, even if it is incomplete, is it what Kakashi has obtained for now...

Zeman Jinjiro, a rich man from the country of Lei, is one of the world's famous rich people. There is no purity behind those who are infected with a lot of wealth, but the guy who can contact "Akatsu" is still slightly surprised...

Zabuzhan hid in the crowd, looking at the bustling mansion, Zabuzhan's face showed a strange smile under the bandage.

Perhaps because of the higher dimensions, the night of the Thunder Kingdom is coming faster than that of the Fire Kingdom. The darker sky buried the increasingly rare crowds of people coming and going. As a big city of the Thunder Kingdom, Thunder House is a city that never sleeps. Although the crowd shrinks slightly, it still maintains the prosperity of wealth.

The figures of black, big and small, were gradually buried by the crowd coming and going, and in some dark corner, they gradually merged with the darkness under the tram.

In Zeman's luxurious mansion, there was an uninterrupted debauchery in the hall. Outside the hall, teams of guards patrolling open fire, even more than Kado's guards. It was just that the ninjas hidden in the dark were not something these samurai could detect...

At some point, the shadow in the darkness was only left with Mingtou. The breath of no longer slashed completely dissipated in the dark night. The pale yellow ghost eyes were peeking at everything in Zeman's mansion.

The swaying moon, the swaying ghosts, and the fireflies flying in the air outline the quiet night, but how many people can detect the faint smell of blood in the air?

His breathing was restrained, his heartbeat was suppressed, and the chakra fluctuations were perfectly concealed by himself. In a corner where the light could not be shined, Mingtou approached the middle-aged man who was proud of the banquet little by little. His thick and fat hands full of rings were scattered with the fragrance of clear liquid in the cup, and the traces of the three chakras guarding the darkness were keenly noticed by Mingtou.

Mingtou avoided the direction of chakra's fluctuation and chose a hiding low point that could play a perfect blow. Although it was no longer the first assassination, this task of hundreds of millions still made Mingtou's heart that was not in line with his age slightly excited.

The sound of drinking and chatting concealed the sound of Shuriken chain sliding out of the iron hand. The figure of the waiter changing food blocked the realization of the goal. The three chakras not far away still did not respond. A twisted smile appeared on the corner of the mouth under the mask of Ming Tou....

"Cheer---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

“Ah~~~~~~~”

The dark shuriken chain pierced the waiter's body and inserted it unabatedly towards the Lord of the Palace, who was holding a towel and pursing his lips. Zeman, the red blood splattered into the wine glass inlaid with gold, mixed into the clearness, and faintly evoked the elegant fragrance of red wine......
Chapter completed!