"Brother, don’t worry. I guarantee that Iga Clan will be removed from Japan from now on," Mandala said coldly, her demeanor lacking the endearing charm she showed in front of Bai Qiao Mountain, Bai Zhiqing, and others.

"Okay, be careful and follow Angel’s arrangements. Don’t act recklessly."

Lu Tianxing nodded, his eyes flickering with determination: "As for the Shankou Family, I’ll take care of it myself."

This time, Lu Tianxing would either remain inactive or completely annihilate the Shankou Family once he moved.

"Angel, you have a heavy task. Besides dealing with the Iga Clan, secretly prepare an escape route. After eliminating the Shankou Family, immediately evacuate Starving Ghost and others from Tokyo, and you leave for Eagle Country, wait for me there. Once I leave Tokyo, I’ll meet up with you."

"Darling, please be careful," Angel said, looking at Lu Tianxing with deep concern.

It’s not just about the trouble Lu Tianxing might face alone against the Shankou Family; once they are eliminated, it will surely cause unimaginable chaos in Japan. Perhaps the official powers will be suppressed by the Dechuan Family, unable to stir much trouble.

But don’t forget, the person behind the Shankou Family is Heavenly God. Once Heavenly God acts, the crisis Lu Tianxing will face will be significantly greater. Lu Tianxing has just eliminated the Crying Face Envoy and the Laughing Face Envoy, which Heavenly God cannot possibly be unaware of. If they send someone to deal with Lu Tianxing, it won’t be a middle-stage mythical martial artist but a late-stage mythical martial artist.

Even if Lu Tianxing is powerful, can he possibly be stronger than a late-stage mythical martial artist? If he manages to win, it’s likely to be a Pyrrhic victory, killing a thousand enemies while losing eight hundred of his own.

Hearing Angel’s words, Starving Ghost and others couldn’t help but focus their gaze on Lu Tianxing. Although Lu Tianxing is indeed powerful, a late-stage mythical martial artist is already at the top of the pyramid, terrifyingly strong, comparable to a walking nuclear bomb.

Sensing the worried expressions around him, Lu Tianxing smiled gently: "Rest assured, a late-stage mythical martial artist is definitely strong, but if I want to run, they may not be able to do anything about it, besides, there’s always the toxic smoke Manman prepared. Even if they want to keep me, they might not succeed."

"In any case, be careful," Angel reiterated firmly.

"Don’t worry, I’m not a fool. If I can’t win, I can still escape, right?"

Lu Tianxing smiled faintly, glanced around, took a deep breath, and said, "Alright, I’ve told you the plan. Prepare yourselves. To avoid complications, once Dechuan Zhenye sends word, we’ll act immediately."

"Okay!"

Lu Tianxing’s suggestion immediately gained everyone’s approval.

At the same time, Dechuan Zhenye left the Dechuan Family at once, striding towards the residences of some important members in Japan.

Although Lu Tianxing hadn’t told him when to act, Dechuan Zhenye was very clear that to avoid complications, the action would surely be tonight or tomorrow, without too much delay.

During this time, he must handle all official troubles.

He knew he and Lu Tianxing are like grasshoppers tethered to the same rope. If Lu Tianxing can’t eliminate the Shankou Family, he might simply walk away, but the Dechuan Family cannot. No matter what, he must ensure everything is in order for Lu Tianxing to annihilate the Shankou Family without worries.

This is a gamble, an unprecedented gamble. If he wins, the Dechuan Family will regain the glory of the shogunate era. But if he fails, the Dechuan Family will endure the wrath of the Shankou Family and be annihilated.

Dechuan Zhenye left the Dechuan Family, but Dechuan Qianxiang stayed behind, deep in thought, her intentions inscrutable.

After a long time, Dechuan Qianxiang exhaled a deep sigh: "Judge, Third Young Master of Lu Family, let me see if you can stir up a storm in Tokyo this time, let me see if you’re a dragon or a worm."

Saying this, Dechuan Qianxiang had a charming smile on her face: "If you win this time, I will become your vassal for life, leading the Dechuan Family to serve you loyally."

...

Time slips away quietly, unnoticed by the people, like a fleeting horse.

When night falls, Tokyo once again becomes bustling and lively, with countless men and women taking to the streets. Some men, dressed as tourists, glance eagerly around, continuously eyeing women in school uniforms, seemingly searching for tonight’s prey. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

This might be the routine in many cities, where the diverse nightlife emerges as night descends.

Of course, this is only true for ordinary people, while the wealthy won’t be hunting on the streets, as their prey is far more sophisticated than those on the streets.

Around nine at night, in a private club in Tokyo.

Inside, more than a dozen people sat, each exuding a strong presence. However, intermingled in this aura was an undeniable coolness, making anyone who stepped into the room feel as if they were entering an icehouse.

The most notable among these people was a woman.

She had golden hair and a devilishly hot figure, with mixed-race features lacking any coarse Western texture, giving an impression of unusual delicacy, her sapphire eyes seemingly capable of emitting electric currents, captivating anyone’s gaze.

This woman seemed born to be a temptress, inciting unimaginable allure in men, capable of igniting hidden flames within them.

But despite her allure, no one in the room dared to look at her because this woman was none other than Angel, the head of the Angel Intelligence Station and the clan leader of the Morgan Family.

Angel glanced around and said coldly, "I’ve called you all here today, and you should know the purpose. I won’t repeat myself. Remember my words, act with full force this time, ignore civilian casualties. I don’t want to hear of any surviving members of the Iga Clan. Tonight, I want them erased entirely, not leaving even a chicken or dog."

With that, Angel’s gaze swept slowly over the crowd and spoke again, "George, you’ll lead, go to our rendezvous point with Mandala."

"Yes!"

The leading blonde, blue-eyed, thirty-something white man immediately nodded.

PS: Today is the 24th day of the twelfth lunar month, Southern Little New Year’s Eve. Wishing all brothers a happy Little New Year, may all your wishes come true!!!