Inside the junkyard, a long silence descended. Yamada Ichiro's sparse hair fluttered in the wind, and his heart was in utter disarray. He genuinely hadn't expected Xiao Feng to act like this.
Even the six ninjas who had been lurking all along, intently watching Xiao Feng's every move, realized they had missed the best chance to intercept only after the fact, as they watched that figure gradually recede from view.
With the target gone, there was no need for the six ninjas to remain hidden anymore. They appeared one after another in front of Yamada Ichiro, heads bowed, saying nothing.
"Yamada-sama, how could this happen?" A ninja standing on the garbage heap asked dully.
"Tch!"
