Chicken Leg

Whether it was Yamanaka Koya or Lin Zhongxiaowu.

The young man "registering" behind the table excitedly clenched the fist hidden in his sleeve.

Half of it was done!

But he still could not let down his guard.

The truly crucial moment had only just begun.

Half an hour.

He only had half an hour.

During those thirty minutes, the gatekeepers he had bribed to lure away would not return for the time being.

The Dojo's senior Master Instructors and assistant instructors were also in a meeting, discussing the results of this Sword Hunt and the arrangements to follow. No one would suddenly lose their mind and charge in to interrupt them.

The several highly respected senior brothers had long since returned to the main compound. The only two who liked to wander about had already been taken by people arranged by Lin Zhongxiaowu to the biggest nightclubs and casinos in Ginza and Yomi.

The final afternoon of the final day.

These thirty minutes were the last window Lin Zhongxiaowu had fought with everything he had to secure!

He had used a counterfeit teapot bought at an insider price from his uncles, knocked out the real Yamanaka Koya and impersonated him, then borrowed two hundred and forty blades from Yuan Yuan as capital.

This was Lin Zhongxiaowu's gamble.

A lie that could be exposed with ease...

—He had never registered at the Dojo at all. The moment he stepped through the gates, an alarm would sound and expose him.

Now, at this very moment, right before the gates.

It was time to reap the harvest.

As time rapidly passed, more and more students returning from the Sword Hunt were drawn by the crowd in front of the gates. Following the guidance of the others, they obediently offered up their hunting spoils