231: Chapter 228: Yamamoto Qinan (Happy National Day) 231: Chapter 228: Yamamoto Qinan (Happy National Day) “Are we supposed to hide here?”
“Nonsense, didn’t you hear Boss Su say that we’re not supposed to move or talk!!”
“Don’t get me killed; I still want to live for a few more years!!”
Some passengers undid their seatbelts.
The short and skinny ones crouched directly under the seats.
At this moment, Su Tong and his group disembarked from the plane.
Each black-suited individual was fully armed, looking like a scene from a movie.
“Young man, I know you’re not ordinary.”
“You knew it would be dangerous to disembark this time, so why did you still come along??”
Ye Tian stood calmly beside Su Tong, prompting Su Tong to ask.
“For that bottle of Life Potion.”
Ye Tian smiled and answered him.
Upon hearing this, the black-suited individuals almost pointed dozens of guns at Ye Tian.
Only when Su Tong waved his hand did the situation calm down.
“If we get through this crisis, I can personally give you a bottle, but it’s an initial stage version, still not perfected.”
“To thank you for the reminder, here’s my business card.
Come find me if you need anything.”
“If I’m okay, the Life Potion should be perfected in about a year and go into mass production.
You can contact me anytime for the potion.”
Su Tong took out a black card inlaid with gold trim from his pocket and placed it in Ye Tian’s pocket.
“No problem, thank you, Boss Su.”
Ye Tian smiled and nodded.
He already planned to improve the potion and supply it to the Dragon Soul Team members.
“Brother Su, the Orochi Shrine people are here!!”
Xiao Hu whispered into Su Tong’s ear.
At this time, all the members of the Mad Blade Mercenary Group raised their new M-country-made equipment.
Helmets and bulletproof vests were all in place.
At the back was a two-meter-tall Fatty carrying a rocket launcher, ready to fire.
As expected, the Orochi Shrine’s headquarters was on an island in R-country.
The island was very large and empty.
Surrounding it were houses that looked like martial arts schools.
The shrine members practiced bizarrely, sitting cross-legged with their eyes closed.
Each person had a cobra in front of them, its tongue flicking out, looking terrifying.
Suddenly, a cobra saw the motionless masked black-suited shrine member and lunged, baring its fangs.
The cobra’s venom was notorious, claiming lives within a minute.
Just as the cobra was about to bite the shrine member, it inexplicably levitated, seemingly defying gravity.
What’s more terrifying is that its skin began peeling off layer by layer while it let out heart-wrenching screams.
The blood flowed profusely, showcasing sheer brutality.
The Mad Blade Mercenaries involuntarily stepped back half a step, swallowed, and wiped their foreheads with a hand, soaking their clothes.
At this moment, a dozen bizarrely dressed men approached slowly.
Su Tong glanced at them and instantly felt dizzy, as if staring directly at the noon sun, even though it was gloomy at the Orochi Shrine base.
“Boss Su, I am Yamamoto Qinan.
I’ve been waiting for you here for a long time!”
“But you brought so many people, all armed with the latest M-country weapons.
Isn’t that a bit improper?”
“We brought nothing, specifically to welcome you.”
The leader was a man from R-country.
His expression was extremely gloomy, revealing no emotions, typical of a hidden gentleman.
This man had long hair and charming phoenix eyes.
Although he looked handsome, staring at him for too long would evoke a violent mindset.
Beside him was an elderly man dressed in a traditional Onmyoji robe, wearing a tall black hat, with white hair and beard, looking very old.
The elder suddenly opened his eyes, shooting out black lightning-like gleams.
Everyone except Ye Tian felt their souls tremble and experienced severe headaches.
The mercenaries, relying on their strong willpower, even though their hands were trembling, still gripped their guns, ready to fire at any moment.
“I don’t know what purpose Young Master Yamamoto has for waiting for me here?”
Su Tong squinted his eyes, releasing the oppressive aura of a tycoon, questioning Yamamoto Qinan.
“Nothing much, just looking to ask Boss Su for something.”
“It’s heard that Boss Su’s intelligence is unmatched, and your business acumen is unrivaled.
Are you well-prepared for entering the pharmaceutical industry?”
Yamamoto Qinan smiled sinisterly.
“This doesn’t seem to have anything to do with your Orochi Shrine!”
“People like you, superpower users, shouldn’t need medicine to cure diseases right!”
“I am entering the pharmaceutical industry purely out of respect for my peers, not because I am particularly confident about it!”
Su Tong shook his head, sighing.
“But our Orochi Shrine’s intelligence network’s assassins obtained the information that Boss Su successfully obtained the last Life Potion ingredient at Changbai Mountain and synthesized a new generation of Life Potion.”
“Our intelligence network has never been wrong in hundreds of years, so don’t tell me this is fake!”
Yamamoto Qinan pressed aggressively, his eyes flickering like the vertical pupils of a formidable black serpent, hiding a devouring power.
“Maybe your intelligence network is wrong after all these years; your assassins have been dwindling.”
“Young Master Yamamoto, am I right?”
Su Tong didn’t show any sign of weakness, both sides testing each other.
You don’t reveal your intention, neither will I, waiting to see who stands until the end.
“Since that’s the case, I’ll be straightforward!”
“Our Orochi Shrine decides to buy your Life Potion formula for one billion.
“This price is fair, right?
According to Little Black’s information, your Life Potion is still in its primary stage, with many flaws yet to be perfected.”
“Our Orochi Shrine has the capability and the resources to help perfect it.
We can collaborate and share the perfected formula together.
Yamamoto Qinan, seeing Su Tong as tough to deal with, decided to speak first, the threat in his words very clear, mentioning Little Black with a contemptuous smile.
“No need, Su’s Potion has many top-notch scientists; I don’t need your shrine to go to such great lengths.”
Su Tong rejected outright, leaving no room for negotiation.
He knew that backing down would be a dead end, turning into a dog to be slaughtered by the Orochi Shrine, sooner or later biting him big.
“Su Tong, don’t refuse the toast only to drink a forfeit.
My Young Master is speaking nicely to you.
Otherwise, I would kill you all with just a slap.”
The elder in Onmyoji garments stepped out, pointing at Su Tong’s nose and shouting.
“How dare you talk to my boss like that!
Put your hand down!!”
One of Su Tong’s personal mercenaries, with a fiery temper, pointed a gun at the elder.
In an instant, his hand was suddenly torn off from his body as if forcefully ripped off.
He collapsed to the ground, his black gun instantly stained red.
(That’s all for today, very busy, very busy, sorry, sorry, wish everyone a happy National Day.)