"This... this is a letter from Lord Wolf."
Inside the underground base, where a thin layer of blood covered the floor...
The subordinate nervously stared at the figure shrouded beneath a black robe.
In the already dim facility, the only thing visible was the pair of deep crimson eyes glowing beneath Bloodhand's hood.
Trembling, he handed over the letter Wolf had given him earlier.
"Oh?"
Bloodhand reached out and accepted it.
As the subordinate passed it over, his hand accidentally brushed against the one hidden beneath the robe.
It felt damp and warm.
As though it had just been pulled from hot water.
Suppressing the urge to vomit, he forced a smile.
"Then I'll return and report back."
He knew Bloodhand's reputation well.
The man had a disturbingly bloodthirsty hobby.
He enjoyed disemboweling corpses and took pleasure in pulling out their organs.
The warmth he'd just felt most likely came from that.
Bloodhand crossed his legs leisurely and leaned back.
"Wait a moment."
"Y-Yes!"
The subordinate jolted and quickly sat down again, putting on a flattering smile.
Unhurriedly, Bloodhand unfolded the letter and laid it across his lap.
He read it carefully.
"Interesting..."
A moment later, a low, sinister laugh emerged from beneath the hood.
The face hidden within seemed slightly twisted with excitement.
"You can go now. Nothing here concerns you anymore."
Bloodhand stretched lazily.
Today, he'd found another prey worth hunting.
His mood was good.
As a result, this subordinate wouldn't need to satisfy his urges.
"Understood!"
The man immediately stood up as if granted a royal pardon and hurriedly left.
He couldn't stand being in this slaughterhouse-like place for even a second longer.
"The target actually appeared so openly..."
Bloodhand casually tossed the letter onto the floor.
Almost immediately, the blood coating the ground surged toward it like living creatures, swallowing it whole.
"Wolf's strength isn't bad, but he's too indecisive."
Bloodhand let out a faint sigh and spat in annoyance.
"The backbone of Iron Hand nowadays spends too much time worrying about consequences."
He had no intention of following Wolf's proposed plans.
In his view, if a problem could be solved with fists, there was no need to complicate matters with schemes and detours.
After all...
He, Bloodhand, was not one of the weaklings who had carried out the failed Tailed Beast Riot Plan.
"Mr. Ning Feng... I think we've been discovered..."
Professor Liu wiped the sweat from his forehead as he looked at Ning Feng, who was striding against the flow of pedestrians.
His voice carried obvious concern.
Even someone with poor counter-surveillance skills like himself had noticed it.
More than once.
Someone was following them.
This was a Chinese city.
Although the stalkers had done their best to conceal themselves, they were still noticeably different from locals.
Professor Liu had observed them for quite some time before reaching that conclusion.
"It's fine. Let them follow."
Ning Feng shrugged.
His expression remained completely unconcerned.
"We'll lure them somewhere isolated and kill them later. No reason to let our citizens get hurt."
"..."
Professor Liu's face twitched.
Lure them somewhere isolated?
Clearly, Ning Feng still didn't understand what kind of people Iron Hand had dispatched this time.
Professor Liu knew he was powerful.
His level was far ahead of everyone else, and he'd awakened the Sage's Eye.
But compared to the infamous Iron Hand Organization...
Professor Liu still wasn't optimistic.
According to their investigations, Iron Hand attached tremendous importance to this operation.
The treasures Ning Feng had taken from them were valuable enough to justify deploying a large force to recover them.
Even in the eyes of China's highest authorities, those items were priceless.
There were only two options.
Either hand everything over to the government and let China protect him...
Or fight Iron Hand to the death.
And despite all his confidence in Ning Feng, Professor Liu still wasn't convinced.
Any organization that had become famous within a superpower like America couldn't possibly be weak.
"Don't worry."
As if sensing his concerns, Ning Feng smiled confidently.
Seeing this, Zhu Qin immediately added,
"Don't worry, Professor Liu. If Mr. Ning Feng says so, he must have his reasons."
Professor Liu sighed.
Thinking back on Ning Feng's past actions, he wasn't actually reckless.
If he was acting this way, he probably had confidence in facing Iron Hand.
Meanwhile, Ning Feng could only sigh inwardly.
No matter how much these researchers studied the Rinnegan, they were merely theorizing based on assumptions and Nagato's abilities.
The true powers of the Rinnegan were terrifying beyond imagination.
How could they possibly measure even a fraction of it?
And as for his current strength...
He already stood near the peak of the ninja world.
Other than legendary figures like Hashirama Senju and Madara Uchiha at their primes, no other ninja was even worth considering.
Could Iron Hand possibly have someone comparable to Hashirama or Madara?
And even if they did...
He could simply use Flying Thunder God and leave.
Whoosh!
Just as he was lost in thought, a sharp sound slicing through the air suddenly came from behind him.
"What was that?"
Turning around, Ning Feng saw a giant crimson handprint formed entirely from blood-red energy hurtling toward him.
"Ahhh!"
"What is that?!"
"A demon?!"
The surrounding pedestrians immediately noticed it and scattered in panic.
Unlike Ning Feng, they weren't powerful.
Most were merely ordinary people with minor abilities.
Seeing the blood-red handprint, Professor Liu's face turned even paler.
He had suddenly remembered something unpleasant.
"Hmph. A cheap trick."
Without even looking carefully, Ning Feng casually waved his hand.
A massive surge of chakra exploded outward.
The blood-colored handprint slammed into an invisible wall and instantly disintegrated before reaching him.
"Oh?"
Hidden within the shadows, the figure beneath the black robe narrowed his crimson eyes.
"Interesting."
He couldn't help muttering to himself.
His Blood-Rending Demon Claw wasn't something ordinary people could block.
Countless experts had died beneath that attack.
Many never even realized what had killed them.
"What if I use a few more?"
A cold smile spread across Bloodhand's hidden face.
He raised a hand and prepared to circulate his blood energy to unleash another secret technique.
Suddenly—
A chill ran down his spine.
A blade was pressed firmly against the center of his back.
"Oh?"
Bloodhand turned around.
What greeted him was a tall figure with sharp features and fierce eyes.
"A Shadow Clone?"
Although Bloodhand's powers came from American systems, he was quite familiar with abilities from the Naruto world.
Still...
When had this guy formed hand seals?
Iron Hand possessed plenty of members capable of using Shadow Clone techniques.
Yet without exception, they all needed time to form seals and mobilize their energy.
During sparring sessions, nobody could avoid that process.
But this Chinese player...
How had he summoned a Shadow Clone instantly?
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