Japan Island, Hokkaido.
In a desolate, deserted small town, a sloppy man holding a whiskey lazily walked toward a distant temple.
The temple housed a faded clay Buddha statue.
"Brother, there's business from Vietnam. This time, we can get the corpses of two Huajin Martial Artists."
The man took out his phone and made a call. Soon, the clay Buddha moved over the ground, revealing a deep, bottomless passage leading downward.
A foul stench soon emerged, and a fellow in a white lab coat leaped up from below, landing steadily beside the man.
"Where did you get the corpses of Huajin Martial Artists?" The person asked excitedly.
"Tan Yuejin from the Four Poison Hall in Vietnam is dead, killed by a Huajin Martial Artist. Chen Chongyue wants us to go over and help. If we kill that Huajin Martial Artist, the corpse is yours."
"We'll take the job."
"Also, Brother, Sodaimura Yujiro and Cyan Dragon Mount Tai are dead too; even Yagyu Ito might have perished in Vietnam."
