Yurina thought for a moment. "So can I go home now?"
"In theory, yes. But to keep those yakuza families from coming after you again, it would be best not to stay too long."
"Mhm." Yurina nodded slightly. "I just want to go home and pack a few things... It'll be quick."
Lin Qiye glanced at the sky. "Alright. I'll go with you."
Before long, Black Pupil emerged from the warehouse. Lin Qiye did not need to ask to know that Iwami Yusuke had completely vanished from this world.
After getting her bearings, Yurina strode toward her home, with Lin Qiye, Black Pupil, and Hong Yan following close behind.
After taking only two steps, Lin Qiye suddenly stopped. He lowered his head and moved his foot aside.
He bent down and picked something up from the ground, confusion appearing in his eyes.
It was a warped, deformed bullet.
Yokohama City.
The top of a skyscraper.
A fierce wind swept through the heights. Amamiya Haruki, dressed in a black kimono, sat quietly at the edge of the building, staring at the darkening sky like an unmoving statue.
Ring, ring, ring—!
A crisp ringtone sounded. Amamiya Haruki lowered his head, took a flip phone from his robe, and answered it.
"Hello? Amamiya, did you find Yurina Kurotetsu's descendant?" A young man's voice came from the other end.
Amamiya Haruki answered calmly, "No. Nothing unusual has appeared in this city, and I checked as well. Yurina Kurotetsu and his wife did not leave behind any property here. His descendant may not be here."
"Sigh, looks like we bet on the wrong place..." The young man on the other end sighed helplessly. "The random prophecy made by my Warrior Princess only has a fifty percent accuracy rate. It's really too hard to tell