Chapter 309: Chapter 238: Killing Intent Has Risen: Bow or Lose Your Head (Part 2)

In a conference room somewhere in Tokyo.

A meeting attended by Japan’s Number One had just concluded.

At that moment, the press reception room next to the conference hall was already packed with reporters from media outlets all over the world, all quietly waiting for the meeting to end.

This was because after the meeting, Japan’s Number One would be holding his first official press interview since the Yi Beidou incident.

The incident had become one of the hottest topics in the world. Every media outlet wanted to get firsthand information, so naturally, none would miss this rare opportunity.

Was Yi Beidou still alive? Or had the Japanese government reached some kind of agreement with him? These were the questions on everyone’s mind.

Whispers filled the reception room as the crowd of reporters discussed the upcoming interview in low voices.

Suddenly, a commotion erupted at the front. Escorted by several men in black suits, a man with salt-and-pepper hair, dressed in a fine suit of his own, walked in through the door, capturing everyone’s attention.

It was Japan’s Number One, ostensibly the most powerful man in Japan today.

As soon as he appeared, he smiled and waved to the many reporters. His face showed no sign of anxiety; he seemed completely at ease.

His relaxed demeanor sent another wave of whispers through the press corps.

It seemed the Japanese government had everything under control.

Japan’s Number One took his position. After a brief welcome, he went straight to the point and began the most critical part: the Q&A session with the reporters.

The first questions came from Japan’s domestic media. They avoided the topic of Yi Beidou, focusing instead on matters related to the important meeting that had just concluded.

After the domestic media finished, it was the foreign correspondents’ turn, and the questions immediately became pointed.

"Number One, regarding Mr. Yi Beidou’s life or death, can you give us a definitive answer? We’d also like to hear your thoughts on the recent turmoil in Tokyo."

A blond, blue-eyed reporter from Europe stood up and asked bluntly.

At once, everyone in the room fell silent, ceasing all movement, as they awaited the response from Japan’s Number One.

"Mr. Yi Beidou is a powerful man—and I mean ’powerful’ in the most literal sense of the word. His actions may bring about certain changes to human society. At the same time, he is a free man with no nationality. The government of Japan has no right to interfere with his desire to go wherever he pleases."

"As for my view on the recent turmoil in Tokyo? I would like to ask our friends from abroad, as well as all Japanese people, to trust the government. Trust that we can handle any unforeseen event and maintain stability in Japan."

A smile appeared on the face of Japan’s Number One. He hadn’t directly answered the reporter’s questions, but the information implied in his words was thought-provoking.

"Are you implying that Yi Beidou has already been secretly dealt with by the Japanese government?"

Another reporter stood up to ask.

"I never said that. Perhaps Mr. Yi Beidou suddenly renounced the world and has retired to live a life of seclusion in the mountains."

"Of course, any kind of accident can happen in this world. Such things are beyond human control, wouldn’t you agree?"

"I’ll say it again: please trust that our government can handle any and all problems and conflicts."

The smile on the face of Japan’s Number One remained placid.

But as soon as he said this, the reporters in the room began to whisper amongst themselves again.

Although Japan’s Number One hadn’t given a direct answer, it basically confirmed the fact that Yi Beidou was dead. It was just that, for some reason, the specific details could not be disclosed.

Perhaps it involved some kind of secret weapon or method employed by Japan.

From this perspective, it seemed the Japanese government was still hiding many things. This country was not to be underestimated.

At the same time, some felt it was a pity that Yi Beidou had fallen.

He was a figure who would likely be recorded in the annals of human history, yet he had lost his life at such a young age.

Just then, a middle-aged man in a suit suddenly entered from outside and walked directly toward Japan’s Number One.

The man’s expression was calm enough, but some reporters in the front row keenly noticed the huge beads of sweat on his forehead. Even his meticulously styled hair was damp and slightly disheveled.

The middle-aged man walked to the side of Japan’s Number One, leaned in close to his ear, and very discreetly placed a hand on the small of his back.

This was to prevent him from losing his composure upon hearing what was likely shocking news.

Japan’s Number One also sensed that something was wrong. He bent the microphone in front of him down, his face still holding a smile as he leaned in to listen to his aide.

"Sir, I must warn you to prepare yourself for what I’m about to say."

The aide didn’t speak immediately. He first gave the warning, and only after Japan’s Number One smiled and nodded did he continue, "We’ve just received news. The Royal Family’s secret estate in the suburbs was attacked. The Fukuda Family Head and Mr. Ju are both dead. Even His Majesty, the Emperor, was beheaded and killed by the assailant. The attacker is very likely Yi Beidou. We are concerned for your safety. Please come with us immediately to a secure underground facility."

Hearing the aide’s words, the body of Japan’s Number One trembled violently. If the aide hadn’t already been supporting his back, he would have certainly lost his composure.

Nevertheless, beads of sweat immediately appeared on his forehead. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

"I understand."

A chill ran down the spine of Japan’s Number One, but he had to maintain his smile. He managed to raise a hand to steady the microphone and said to the reporters, "My apologies, everyone. Today’s press conference is now over. I have an urgent matter to attend to."