Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1493 - 719

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The elevator doors slid open slowly to the sides.

Zheng Hongxin emerged from the elevator, leaning on a cane and wearing a sullen expression.

Chen Jiandong, Feng Kehai, Wu Yingshan, Zhao Lei, and other senior officials followed closely behind.

Fang Cheng walked at the very back of the group, casually placing his hands in his pant pockets, his gaze calmly sweeping over the devastated lobby.

Upon seeing the severely injured patrol officers strewn across the floor and the corpse covered in blood, Zheng Hongxin’s fingers tightened sharply around his cane.

Several bluish-black scales faintly appeared on the back of his hand, an uncontrollable surge of the Deep Sea Mutant’s frenzied aura escaping.

"What a grand display from the two of you."

Zheng Hongxin stomped his cane heavily on the floor, his murky eyes fixed intently on the two Japanese opposite him:

"Intruding on our True Thought Society headquarters, killing my fellow members. No matter who you are today, don’t think you’ll walk away from this!"

The gaunt man raised his eyelids, sizing up Zheng Hongxin with a mocking cold smile on his lips.

"You’re Zheng Hongxin? The Vice Chairman of True Thought Society? You look like you’re on the verge of death, struggling even to stand, huh?"

The muscular man beside him clenched his fist, stepping forward half a step.

"Old geezer, with one foot already in the grave, yet daring to speak tough, can you handle it when the fight starts?"

As he spoke, he slightly raised his chin, his tone openly arrogant, seemingly having the True Thought Society members figured out.

Zheng Hongxin’s chest heaved violently, suppressing the urge to tear them apart, he sternly questioned:

"Stop with the empty words. What’s your background? We’ve no grievances with you, so why come here stirring trouble and resorting to such vicious means?"

The gaunt man brushed away a speck of dust from the sleeve of his kimono, speaking nonchalantly:

"I am Hattori Kyuzo, and this is my cousin, Momochi Yugoro. We represent Japan’s Iga School, here to settle an old debt with True Thought Society."

At the mention of "Iga School," Zheng Hongxin’s eye twitched sharply, his anger transformed instantly into surprise and gravity.

"Hattori, Momochi... the two major Upper-level Ninja families of Edo?"

Chen Jiandong, Feng Kehai, and others reacted with changing expressions, secretly wary, like facing a formidable enemy.

Iga School, a ninja faction rooted entirely in family lineage from Japan.

They lurk in the shadows, with exceedingly cruel methods, adept in assassination and sabotage, forging a notorious reputation in the underground world over centuries.

Zheng Hongxin’s brow furrowed slightly, coldly stating:

"Thirty years ago, your Shadow Leader Hattori Kenji led Japanese ninjas in an attempt to seize the Secret Realm treasure in the Southern Ocean Territory, only to be majorly defeated by President Su on the sea."

"President Su spared the life of Hattori Kenji in kindness, merely crippling his limbs. Yet, thirty years have passed, and now you juniors come courting death again after forgetting your scars?"

"Shut up!"

The cool demeanor of Hattori Kyuzo suddenly shifted, a violent murderous intent flickered in his eyes:

"Don’t mention that Old Dog’s name! If it weren’t for him destroying my father’s cultivation, causing my father’s demise, how would the Hattori family lose the Shadow Leader position, becoming a second-rate family?"

With this, he took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his turbulent emotions, his gaze turning as cold as a viper:

"We’re here today to resolve the grudges from thirty years ago personally. This time, I will represent the Iga School in annihilating True Thought Society, avenging our disgrace, crushing all of you underfoot."

"Arrogant!"

"Do you dare claim to annihilate True Thought Society with just the two of you?"

Feng Kehai, Wu Yingshan, and other arriving True Thought Society officials retorted angrily, their bodies emanating superpower energy, ready to pounce altogether.

Zheng Hongxin raised a hand to stop his furious subordinates, his gaze sharp as a blade.

However, Hattori Kyuzo appeared unruffled, his gaze sweeping over the senior members behind Zheng Hongxin, his tone increasingly disdainful:

"We’ve thoroughly investigated before arriving. Su Jing’an, that cowardly turtle, has been missing for years."

"In the current True Thought Society, aside from you, a half-disabled Vice Chairman, not a single S-Class power user can be found. What can you use to fight us?"

Momochi Yugoro grinned widely, exposing gleaming white teeth, he added:

"Back in Japan, I’d heard of True Thought Society’s reputation, yet seeing is believing; I didn’t expect its members to be such mediocrities."

He raised his pinky to clean his ear, flicking away the debris from his fingertip.

"Oh, there’s a term in your Xia Country language for this... oh, rancid fish and rotten shrimp."

"What nonsense!"

Zhao Lei, head of the Law Enforcement Hall, had the most explosive temper, already boiling with anger.

At this moment, hearing them not only insult President Su but also expose the guild’s weaknesses, he couldn’t endure any longer.

"What, am I wrong?"

Momochi Yugoro chuckled, crossing his arms, looking down at Zhao Lei:

"With this bunch of decaying, near-mutated cripples, do you deserve to occupy a place as fine as Yong’an Island?"

"From now on, True Thought Society will be a vassal of the Iga School; you can either obey and become our vassals or we’ll send you all to meet Amaterasu today!"

"Seeking death!"

Zhao Lei roared furiously, tearing off his tight vest, revealing his scar-laden brawny torso.

He stomped violently, shattering the marble tiles underfoot, propelling himself forward like a missile.

His right fist swung with a visible aura of pale blue light encompassing it.