"What, another location? You found a second batch?"
Huo Yuanhong shot him a surprised look.
This efficiency... pretty high. He had somewhat underestimated these military police...
"A second batch?"
Lu Le'an froze slightly. "No, just this batch."
Then he abruptly realized what Huo Yuanhong meant.
"Wait, you mean... they're inside?!"
His voice rose sharply.
"Where else would they be, outside? Go clean up the mess."
Huo Yuanhong waved a hand.
"..."
Lu Le'an fell silent. He had initially thought there had been no fight at all.
But instead...
It was already over?
Yet Huo Yuanhong's clothes were not even torn. Could there have only been a few small-fry lower-ranked ninjas inside?
With a wave of Lu Le'an's hand, a squad of military police immediately entered first to scout the way.
Only after confirming there was no danger did he enter personally under the protection of his guards.
"Commander, this dead Japanese man may be Matsumoto," a captain came over and said quietly.
Lu Le'an's pupils contracted.
Matsumoto!
He had heard that name more times than he could count.
Matsumoto was the arch-enemy of their Fengyi military police: an elite upper-ranked ninja proficient in numerous ninja arts and sword techniques, specializing in high-difficulty missions.
Whenever this Matsumoto appeared, an important figure would be assassinated. He was the person who gave Lu Le'an the greatest headaches, yet they had never managed to catch him.
Last year, Lu Le'an had invited three renowned Martial Masters to lead an encirclement and kill him, but Matsumoto had still escaped alive.
The reason was simple. Eastern Island ninja squads were far too skilled at coordinating with one another. So long as the other ninjas could stall for even a moment, Matsumoto would find an opening to flee.
Yet now...
He was dead.
He had brought a