Chapter Ninety-Six: You Are Ito Sosuke!

“Watch your tongue, boy!”

The sudden outburst of condemnation took Ito Junjin by surprise. He had never imagined that the situation would turn so abruptly.

Faced with the verbal assault from the people of Longguo, the host could hardly show any weakness. With an unchanged expression, he turned and snapped back, “This exchange gathering was planned half a month ago. It was approved by the high command in Zhongdu. On what grounds do you say I have ulterior motives?”

“On the contrary, young man.”

Ito Junjin settled his hat back into place. “My Ito Caravan has always invited only renowned merchant friends from Zhongdu. You do not seem to be on my guest list.”

“Speak. What are your intentions in sneaking in?”

“Yes, what are your intentions!”

The East Sea staff present immediately echoed him in their island tongue.

At once, the atmosphere grew taut and murderous.

“Young man, I’m giving you three minutes. Untie my men at once, or do not blame me for being merciless!”

“If you refuse to cooperate, I can even call the police right now and have the Zhongdu law enforcement team take you away.”

Yet Ye Tian remained perfectly calm.

“Go ahead and call them. Better still, let the law enforcers come and investigate thoroughly.”

“If they uncover anything, I cannot guarantee that you’ll be able to leave Longguo safely.”

Every word carried a threat.

Ito Junjin frowned, his heart jolting hard.

This man knows their plan. He must know, or why else would he be so certain?

Who leaked the information?

The old man, brows knit, swept his gaze across the surrounding subordinates. The scar on his face looked even more ferocious, sending cold sweat trickling down the backs of the ninjas.

But after looking for a long while, he still could not make sense of it. Among the family, who could possibly have a motive to betray them?

Every one of them clearly hated Longguo so deeply. There was no way any of them would become a traitor.

Though shaken to the core, Ito Junjin did not dare act rashly. In the face of Ye Tian’s interrogation, he could only force himself to remain composed.

“I do not understand what you mean.”

“Whether you keep your mouth shut or not does not matter. As long as I know what you’re planning, that is enough.” Ye Tian had no intention of playing riddles. His voice rang out like thunder. “Ito Junjin!”

“Your original name was Ito Suke, and you once served as a hired assassin in the Northern Border invasion war!”

“You have a scar on your face. That wound was left when, in your youth, you first fought Tang Zhenguo, and he cut your face with a horse-chopping saber.”

“You escaped by luck that day, swore vengeance, then changed your name to Ito Junjin and planned to return to Longguo to wait for an opportunity.”

“Is there anything I have said that is incorrect?”

The moment those words were spoken, they caused a tremendous uproar among the Longguo side.

“What? So he is the legendary Ito Suke? Years ago, when the old patriarch was interviewed at a press conference, he said he had accidentally let a ninja from the East Sea escape!”

“Right, right, I remember now too!”

“Mr. Ye is right. The old patriarch said that at the time, that Japanese ninja was wounded on the right side of his face by a blade—there was a huge gash!”

“Ito Suke, Ito Junjin. So they were the same person!”

Tang Zhenguo’s renown across all of Longguo was truly star-level. Even the smallest matter concerning him drew intense attention.

Especially his exploits on the Northern Border battlefield; people knew them as if they were personal memories.

Thus, everyone began to recall the old accounts, confirming that Ye Tian’s words were indeed true.

“Damn it, what are you standing there for? Arrest Ito Junjin—no, arrest Ito Suke—and drag him before the military tribunal! He’s a Class A war criminal who murdered so many of our compatriots!”

“Ito Suke, may you die a miserable death!”

At that moment, public fury was beyond restraint. Countless Longguo citizens shouted for blood, and the scene descended into chaos.

“Damn it!”

Hounded by countless voices of condemnation and with his old wound exposed before all, Ito Junjin’s veins bulged as rage surged through him.

“Bastards, kill them all!”

He roared in the language of the East Sea.

The Ito family’s plan had already been exposed; Tang Zhenguo’s side must have received the news long ago. By now, the perimeter outside the encampment was surely already crawling with sweepers.

An unscathed retreat was impossible. The only option was to carve out a bloody path!

As his command fell, countless ninjas burst forth from behind the folding screens and encircled the vast venue. They did not even give the people time to flee before a storm of shuriken and poisoned arrows poured down, instantly felling a swath of bodies!

“These people are insane!”

Gu Qing’er was startled by the sudden riot. She casually seized a ninja and crushed the life from him.

“Don’t be afraid. We were prepared long ago.” Tang Wanyue glanced at Ye Tian and said with a faint smile. Then she sprang into the air and landed before the bound Ito Zhen.

One punch.

That punch, carrying wildly rampaging true qi, smashed Ito Zhen’s breastbone to pieces and caved his entire chest inward with brutal force.

Ito Zhen was dead beyond all doubt.

Without another word, she followed with a flurry of side kicks. Each strike utterly shattered a ninja’s spine, and in this manner ten ninjas were all broken over like wooden stakes beneath her blows.

“Damn, she’s fierce.”

Even Ye Tian could not help frowning and cursing at the sight of this massacre-like scene.

No wonder she was a true general who had spent years slaughtering on the battlefield. She killed East Sea men without even blinking.

However, what they failed to notice was that Ito Junjin, standing before the screens, had already rushed over in a fury.

“How dare you kill my son? You’re courting death!”

The old man bellowed as he drew a samurai sword. As he advanced, his body split into three figures, and all three blades came down together upon Tang Wanyue.

“Shadow Clone Technique?”

Tang Wanyue was startled and hastily retreated, only to find that the three blades had already closed in from every direction, hemming her in completely.

“That’s Ito Suke. A master ranked one thousand and fifth on the World Martial Arts List!”

Gu Qing’er could not help growing worried.

One must know that even Tang Zhenguo himself did not make it into the top three hundred on the World Martial Arts List. That alone showed just how formidable and weighty that ranking was.

To be listed among the top thousand was proof enough of Ito Suke’s strength. With Tang Wanyue only twenty years old, there was no way she could contend with him.

“Only one of those three bodies is the true one, but they attack simultaneously from multiple angles, making it impossible to tell how to defend.”

“Stop just explaining it and think of a way to save our goddess!”

Gu Tianzhen paid no attention to his cousin’s explanation and cried out anxiously.

“This shadow clone art is said to be distinguishable only by sensing it with the perception of a Martial King realm expert. Even Ye Tian is helpless now.” Gu Qing’er said bitterly.

It was not only Tang Wanyue.

Ye Tian was the same.

They were both too young and simply not a match for Ito Suke, even once.

If they were given another twenty years of cultivation, the outcome would naturally be another matter.

“Get lost!”

Before the two could finish discussing, a long leg suddenly flew out and kicked one of the clones hard in the waist.

With a dull thud, Ito Junjin was sent flying and crashed heavily into a courtyard pillar, snapping it in two.

Everyone’s eyes widened.