Chapter 1134: Chapter 85: Why Is It Still You Three?

The current section chief of the Special Service Section at the Seaside District Police Sub-bureau is a professional demon hunter from the Western Coast of the Federation named John Logan.

Many people say he’s just a silver spear with a lead tip, basically useless.

But it must be acknowledged that the Seaside District is indeed a very complex place, with an immigrant population of over 300,000 people from various countries with different civilizations and races, making it easy for conflicts to arise over trivial matters.

Supernatural entities of all sorts emerge continuously, and both Tianmen City Customs and the Special Service Bureau have deployed a substantial amount of human resources to address this. Thus, often it is not necessary for the chief of the Special Service Section to be on the front lines; it is sufficient to survive and report the specific situation.

Compared to those special incidents that require high-level force to resolve, like giant whales flying in the sky, John Logan’s main job is to deal with ordinary citizens who have been eroded and polluted.

It’s undeniable that his image, with a long trench coat and a high-crowned hat, short golden hair and a square face, fits the foreign stereotype of a reliable tough guy.

Living in a foreign land surrounded by locals with black hair, black eyes, and yellow skin, with language and customs vastly different from his homeland, the intangible fear he experiences is something ordinary people cannot comprehend.

At this time, the sudden appearance of a straight-talking gentleman who speaks English brings an unspoken sense of security.

Sometimes his appearance alone is sufficient.

“Miss Yagyu, rest assured, it is very safe here.”

Logan pushed a cup of hot water in front of the woman and said seriously, “We have checked the scene; your dojo’s disciples were not injured, they were just knocked unconscious.”

“…Is that so?”

Hearing Logan’s words, the stunned Yagyu Junko slowly came back to her senses.

The past hour had been like hell for her, sheer torment.

No matter how quick the Special Service Section’s response was, they couldn’t teleport to the Yagyu Association Hall’s doorstep instantly.

When she made that phone call, she had mentally prepared herself for heavy casualties or even total destruction of her dojo’s disciples.

Although disciples could be recruited again, if she made a wrong move, it would be a real disaster for the dojo.

The Fusang people naturally admire strength; the so-called samurai spirit values serving their lord and offering loyalty.

The reason the Liusheng Dojo could establish itself in Tianmen for so many years lies in one word—loyalty!

The National Salvation Warriors Association? What a bunch of riffraff.

The name sounds impressive, but in reality, they are just a gang of loafers waving knives around.

The tattoo on the faces of the naturalized Fusang people is a blessing from the Master of Ten Thousand Transformations.

Back then, under the heretical sect’s enchantment, the Emperor of Heaven sacrificed the entire nation to create the Yamata Orochi. At the moment the ritual was completed, all citizens, willingly or unwillingly, established a mystical connection with the legendary Yamata Orochi.

Once they leave the protection of the Master of Ten Thousand Transformations, their souls will be eroded, corrupted, and devoured by Yamata Orochi.

Only those like Yagyu Junko, born in Ming Country and with half Ming blood, can ignore this curse.

In other words, those Fusang people who refused to accept the tattoo are already mentally unstable; don’t expect them to calmly accomplish any significant task.

If you are sincerely saving the country, that’s one thing, but a bunch of borderline lunatics bringing along ruffian loafers can’t save anything.

Yagyu Junko had little hesitation; she would neither comply with coercion nor bribery from these remnants of the past, merely play along at most.

As for what happened subsequently… as she hung up the phone, she was abruptly struck on the back of the head, blacking out immediately. She awoke to find herself at the police station.

“My daughter…”

“Your daughter is also fine.”

Hearing Logan’s reassurance, Yagyu Junko finally breathed a long sigh of relief.

As long as her daughter was unharmed, everything was fine.

“Regarding the issue with the National Salvation Warriors Association, colleagues from other departments will come to inquire about the detailed situation. You can choose to either rest a bit longer or have me call them over now.”

“I am fine, we can proceed with the statement right now.”

Yagyu Junko’s eyes were filled with determination; the sooner they dealt with those scumbags, the smaller the risk and hazards for the dojo would be.

However… that guy didn’t kill anyone, despite being so fierce, he’s actually quite a gentle person.

Recalling how she was disarmed and held hostage, as well as the hard sensation at her waist after sitting down, Yagyu Junko squinted her eyes while holding the water cup.

Could that guy actually be a rookie?

The door Logan had just closed was pushed open again, and as Yagyu Junko instinctively looked up, she spluttered the water she had just sipped out.

“Cough cough cough cough cough——”

Plain boiled water went down the wrong way, making her face flush crimson.

“Surprised, Miss Yagyu?”

Yan Yu’an entered the door with his two generals, Kuroda and Aoki, took a seat, and surrounded the poor weak lady.

Yagyu Junko was utterly terrified; for a moment, she imagined a 30,000-word novel with unmentionable content and a riveting plot of an hour and forty minutes.

Only after tens of seconds, seeing the trio taking no further action, did she finally calm down as her trembling brain re-engaged.

“Aren’t you a Fusang person?”

“No.”

“Then you guys…”

“Are here to save you.”

Yan Yu’an said expressionlessly, and at the same time took out a business card from his pocket, placing it in front of Yagyu Junko.

“I am the head of the emergency team at Tianmen City Customs, Yan Yu’an. Among the three anonymous membership cards I showed, one was indeed given to me by your dojo, but that was two years ago when I was not yet the head; you might have forgotten. The other two were seized as contraband from others.”

“Last night, a major security incident occurred in the Seaside District. I don’t know if you heard anything. Following our investigation at the scene, we have identified the deceased. This person should be familiar to you; his Jianghu world nickname was Heibouzu.”

“Ah!”

Yagyu Junko widened her eyes in a startled shout, “How could it be… Master Heibouzu…”

“Dead, and not only dead, but after revealing himself in his prime state, he was beheaded by someone. Although from the traces on the corpse, we can’t yet determine who did it, given the great strength and lack of formal registration of this samurai, it’s likely that he was associated with the National Salvation Warriors Association.”

Yan Yu’an stared into Yagyu Junko’s eyes, speaking softly, “You should know more about Heibouzu than we do, after all, you both operate in the same business. However, your Liusheng Dojo plays in high-end markets while Heibouzu caters to the bottom segment. Just a few days ago, he received a new batch of recruits, and after his death, this batch of recruits also vanished, currently nowhere to be found dead or alive.”