As the two Zen Masters spoke, ten more Ninjas appeared around Chen Mo. All of them were Jounin, silently surrounding him!
Chen Mo curled his lip. There were only a few left anyway, so he stopped firing and tossed the ones in his hand to the ground. He picked up Onimaru with one hand and gave the two Zen Masters a chuckle.
"Benefactor, who exactly are you? Why are you being so reckless here?" Nishiura Masaki and Horibe Ryuichi had both cultivated themselves to the point where joy and anger no longer showed on their faces, yet they were still somewhat angered today!
After all, people who casually threw missiles around—especially people capable of throwing missiles over their heads—were truly detestable!
Besides, if they had been thrown at another country or at someone else, these Zen Masters of little Japan would not have been so angry! But now, that was different!
"Benefactor, as a citizen of Japan, why are you acting so unwisely and causing havoc on your own soil?"
"Benefactor, your bloodlust is so great. Are you not afraid of suffering the torment of reincarnation?"
Chen Mo spun his blade and said, "I don't believe in Buddha!"
If they wanted to talk about bloodlust, then killing on little Japan's soil was still just killing. It was not his own country, so he could do whatever he wanted! Besides, he was wearing Hondao Shigehiro's face. Even if there really was the torment of reincarnation, what did it have to do with him? If anyone came looking, they would be looking for Hondao Shigehiro!
Besides, even if they came looking for him, he was Chinese, through and through! Could little Japan's so-called gods even control him? Heh! He could give them the middle finger, and they still could not do a