Below the stage, more than two hundred Orochi ninjas and samurais dressed in warrior uniforms were agitated, raising their arms and shouting!

Their appearance was as if they wished they could immediately find Ye Huan for a life-or-death battle!

"Everyone!"

Dopey Jiro took a deep breath, gesturing for his subordinates to stop. After the villa quieted down completely, he said, "Calm down! Calm down!"

"How can we be calm when the God of Slaughter is alive!?"

Someone spoke, full of anger!

"The God of Slaughter is beyond our ability to handle! We neither have the qualification nor the corresponding strength to seek revenge against the God of Slaughter!"

Dopey Jiro said, seeing his subordinates become agitated again, he changed his tone and said harshly, "But I can tell everyone, the organization has sent out eight members from the Orange Tier sequence, who are on their way to Huaxia, preparing to suppress and kill Ye Huan!"

"Our top priority right now is still to gather the corpses, at any cost! This revenge, the eight Orange Tier will take up against the God of Slaughter for us! Of course, there is another matter of utmost importance!"

Dopey Jiro's expression was solemn and sorrowful as he said, "Send the two heroes back to the country!"

"Hai!"

More than two hundred ninjas and samurais bowed deeply towards the corpses at the center of the villa's hall, one covered with filth like garbage and the other with its stomach cut open, full of regret and despair!

Then, they covered the two bodies with white cloth and carried them out of the villa!

Knowing that someone would go to seek revenge against the God of Slaughter, they said no more!

Seeing this, Dopey Jiro slumped into his chair, letting out a sigh of relief.

If this group of subordinates really went to deliver their heads to Ye Huan, the responsibility on him as the chief manager would be even heavier; his ashes would definitely be scattered by Orochi!

Though the responsibility was still heavy now, as long as the God of Slaughter was killed, he could escape the penalty of beheading!

Dopey Jiro walked to the coffee table and picked up the small cell phone with only the number "7" as the button on it.

About to press it and make the call…

"Ring ring ring."

The screen lit up in response.

The caller took the initiative to call!

Seeing this.

Dopey Jiro subconsciously shivered, feeling inexplicably nervous!

After his throat convulsed with difficulty, he answered the phone.

"Won't you explain it to me?" On the other end of the phone, a cold electronic voice was extremely low, containing an intense killing intent!

Just listening to it made Dopey Jiro feel a Siberian cold chill assaulting his heart, his whole body feeling cold!

"Ex-explain what?" Dopey Jiro wiped off the cold sweat on his forehead, feeling inexplicably awe-inspired.

"Kameda Yuusuke's death!"

"Before his death, what torture did he endure, how long was he imprisoned by the God of Slaughter!"

"After being tortured, did he reveal our affair to the God of Slaughter?"

One could easily hear that Number Seven was furious, his anger was towering!

After a shiver, Dopey Jiro assured as if pledging, "Sir, rest assured, Kameda Yuusuke, as one of the most excellent ninjas in Orochi, no matter the degree of inhumane torture, would absolutely never tell the enemy things that shouldn't be disclosed!"

"But I heard, his eggs were crushed! That's the most vulnerable part of you men! Even the Divine King Zeus, if that part were crushed, would surely be in excruciating pain! If it were you, could you withstand the torture of crushed eggs!?"

Number Seven cursed angrily!

Dopey Jiro held the phone with his right hand, while instinctively protecting his crotch with his left hand, his lower body feeling a chill!

Cold sweat soaked his shirtfront!

Calming his mind, he forced a smile, saying, "Number Seven, you're overthinking, I believe Kameda Yuusuke…"

"Your belief means nothing! So far, no one has ever fallen into the hands of the God of Slaughter without opening their mouth! Damn it, you even concealed such a thing! Fuck you!"

Number Seven directly cursed with profanity!

Dopey Jiro was grief-stricken and indignant, thinking: you can curse at me, but how can you curse my mom, do you have any manners!

Of course, that's just what he thought!

Dare to argue with Number Seven? He didn't dare!

"Kameda Yuusuke knew that collecting corpses was for the organization's corpse experiments. If he told the God of Slaughter about this matter, the consequences are unpredictable! Fortunately, he didn't know the exact location of the 'base', so there's no need to worry about the God of Slaughter finding the 'base' temporarily, affecting the progress of the experiments."

"The only concern now is the mole. You must not let your guard down. Within about six days before the eight Orange Tier members arrive in Huaxia, you must deploy all forces to guard the 'base', and you must track and extinguish the mole to prevent the mole from revealing the 'base's' location to Ye Huan!"

"If the experiment goes wrong, or the 'Doctor' encounters danger, I want the entire Orochi buried!"

Number Seven finished his threats, then hung up the phone!

Dopey Jiro was terrified—bury the entire Orochi?!

How can that be!

He hurriedly dialed another phone to Orochi headquarters, explaining the situation here to the headquarters!

Orochi headquarters was also terrified and immediately decided to send an additional ten Divine Ninjas to Huaxia to safeguard the "base"!

After making this call, Dopey Jiro put the phone back, took a long breath, and slumped on the sofa.

Ten Divine Ninjas, equivalent to ten Demigods.

Even though Celestial God is powerful, it is impossible to fight against such a large number of Demigods, right?

With them guarding the "base", there's no fear of the God of Slaughter causing trouble!

Six days later, when the eight Orange Tier members arrive in Huaxia, the God of Slaughter's death day will have come!

Your God of Slaughter may be powerful enough to defeat the manic extreme battle mode after taking Cyan Level B-max, but can you single-handedly fight against the eight Orange Tier members, that is, eight Celestial Gods?

Dopey Jiro's lips curled up, this time, he vowed to make the God of Slaughter kneel and sing his conquest!

Little did he know, that now it wasn't just Orochi and the sequence sending personnel to Huaxia—it was far from simple.

Certain mysterious forces from both the East and the West are quietly moving...