"So, does this mean we can go out freely now?"
Seeing the shock on their faces, Ning Feng wasn't surprised in the slightest.
He casually picked up a paper cup nearby, took a sip of water, and chuckled.
"With this level of strength... can you prove it?"
Professor Liu pushed up the glasses that had slipped to the tip of his nose and spoke as calmly as he could.
Ning Feng merely released a trace of his chakra.
Then, for an instant, his eyes transformed into the Rinnegan.
Immediately, both Professor Liu and Zhu Qin turned pale and frantically waved their hands.
That terrifying pressure!
He was unquestionably a high-level player!
And those eyes...
Those were undoubtedly the legendary experimental material they had dreamed of studying—
The Rinnegan!
"Is that enough, Professor Liu? Miss Zhu?"
Only then did Professor Liu gradually recover from his shock.
The way he looked at Ning Feng now resembled someone staring at an extremely rare giant panda.
This wasn't simply a matter of good luck anymore.
Their research had already indicated that awakening the Rinnegan required great perseverance, tremendous opportunity, and unparalleled talent.
Not one of those factors could be missing.
Ning Feng had undoubtedly undergone unimaginable hardships and training before awakening the Sage's Eye and reaching a level far beyond all other players.
After all, the experience required to reach Level 75 wasn't merely dozens or hundreds of times greater than reaching Level 45.
It was an astronomical amount.
Just imagining how much experience that represented...
Professor Liu could only wonder how many NPCs and players Ning Feng had slaughtered inside the game.
He must have fought his way out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
"Mr. Ning Feng... if you don't mind, let's head to the research facility first."
Zhu Qin's beautiful eyes sparkled continuously.
Without realizing it, she had begun to admire this man who repeatedly created miracles.
"If members of Iron Hand show up, I still hope you'll prioritize your own safety."
Unexpectedly, Professor Liu spoke with complete seriousness.
Now that Ning Feng had awakened the Rinnegan, his research value far exceeded even his combat value.
China wasn't lacking in powerful experts.
But someone who had awakened the Rinnegan...
At present, there was only one.
Ning Feng.
"Alright."
Ning Feng smiled.
His handsome face carried an easy confidence.
Perhaps he couldn't handle Edo Tensei Hashirama and Tobirama right now...
But dealing with some Iron Hand lackeys?
That would be effortless.
If an elephant got careless one day and a tiger managed to tear off a piece of its hide, that was understandable.
But an ant tearing off a piece of an elephant's skin?
Even removing a speck of dust would be difficult.
With that thought, the three quickly changed clothes and prepared to leave the hotel.
They also brought along Fū, who was still inside the Naruto world.
Professor Liu and Zhu Qin had originally planned to disguise themselves.
After all, the incident from before had been massive, and their identities might already have been exposed.
Fū was still small enough to fit inside a backpack without attracting attention.
But Ning Feng merely waved his hand and said there was no need.
Seeing his confidence, neither of them argued.
After all, this was a man who possessed the Rinnegan, multiple Bloodline Limits, and several Tailed Beasts.
Even if Iron Hand sent people after them...
Even America's strongest player might not be able to defeat Ning Feng.
A Level 75 powerhouse was already one of the rarest existences in the world.
"Hm?"
Little Wolf was a mid-level leader within Iron Hand.
As usual, he was leading a team to gather intelligence related to the failed Tailed Beast Plan.
The organization had lost a large number of valuable treasures during that operation.
Failing to recover them would be painful even for Iron Hand.
Yet ever since the incident, everyone connected to the matter had seemingly vanished into thin air.
Even after turning the city upside down, he hadn't found the slightest trace.
There wasn't even any information about Fū, a three-year-old child.
Since they were operating inside China, he didn't dare let his subordinates search too aggressively.
"If we still can't find them after a few more days, we'll just have to swallow this loss."
Thinking of his superior screaming at him inside headquarters, Little Wolf sighed helplessly.
The organization's greatest losses—and the items they most wanted back—were naturally the Totsuka Blade and the Kusanagi Sword.
These two divine weapons held tremendous significance to Iron Hand.
"Boss! We've spotted the targets on East Street!"
Just as he was wondering how to report his lack of progress, a subordinate stumbled into the room, his face full of excitement.
"What?"
Little Wolf immediately stood up.
His face was filled with disbelief.
"You found them already? Are you sure it's those three? East Street is packed with people. Did you manage to see through their disguises?"
"Uh... Boss, they weren't disguised at all."
The subordinate scratched his head.
Everyone had been working diligently gathering intelligence.
As soon as they got information, they rushed to report it.
But why did the boss seem unhappy?
"No disguise?"
Little Wolf frowned and returned to his desk.
After pondering for a moment, he picked up a pen and quickly wrote a message.
Then he stuffed the note into the subordinate's hand.
"Take this to Lord Bloodhand."
"Lord Bloodhand?"
The subordinate's legs nearly gave out.
He collapsed to his knees.
"Boss... this..."
"Just do it and stop talking!"
Little Wolf spat on the ground.
His expression shifted uncertainly.
His own strength wasn't particularly impressive.
He had only climbed to a middle-management position because he was considered relatively intelligent by American standards.
Now that he heard the three targets had appeared openly and without disguise, he couldn't help feeling suspicious.
"Y-Yes..."
The subordinate reluctantly left.
His shoulders drooped in despair.
Bloodhand was the commander Iron Hand had dispatched to oversee the aftermath of the operation and recover the lost divine weapons.
His strength ranked among the very best within the organization.
He was one of the elite experts whose title was derived directly from his own name.
"Damn it... why did he make me deliver a message to Bloodhand..."
As he walked away, the subordinate muttered under his breath.
He had eagerly volunteered to report the discovery, hoping to earn credit.
Instead, he had ended up with the worst possible assignment.
If he could go back in time, he definitely wouldn't have rushed to report it.
Deep underground...
A dark subterranean facility stretched out before him.
Everywhere were dried corpses drained completely of blood.
Some belonged to animals.
Others had clearly once been human.
The sight was enough to make anyone's skin crawl.
The underground base covered hundreds of square meters.
A thin layer of blood coated nearly the entire floor.
At the center of the room stood a figure rummaging through the entrails of a corpse that had already been disemboweled.
Suddenly, he raised his head.
As though he had smelled something.
The next moment—
He vanished from his spot.
"Lord Bloodhand... L-Lord Bloodhand..."
Outside the entrance to the underground facility, the messenger swallowed nervously.
Even through the massive alloy door—thick enough to rival a national vault—he could still smell the nauseating scent of blood drifting from inside.
Gathering his courage, he knocked on the door and spoke cautiously.
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