Is He Really That Strong?

"Mr. Iwai, the Red Party was far too brazen this time. They actually dared to strike directly at Section Chief Minamida. But it was also truly terrifying—Pei Min managed to kill Section Chief Minamida silently despite layer upon layer of security, and no one discovered it until the following morning. Mr. Iwai, you must be careful. In the entire Empire of Japan, you are my only true friend who sincerely treats me well..."

Inside Iwai Mansion, in a Japanese-style tearoom, Wang Yan shamelessly praised "Pei Min" without even blushing, while spewing blatantly false words.

Iwai Eiichi naturally knew Wang Yan was lying, but he enjoyed hearing it. Besides, Wang Yan had not come empty-handed today.

Turning over a blue-and-white porcelain vase from the late Ming Dynasty in his hands, he shook his head and smiled. "Pei Min is indeed formidable, but he is only one man in the end. Now that we are on guard, it will be impossible for him to carry out another silent assassination. Although he has also stopped military forces before, the Red Party will not casually deploy someone like him. Every operation is a fight to the death. A gun is most powerful when its bullet is chambered but not yet fired. You need not be afraid either. After all, you handle the Red Party's penicillin, and your cooperation has been quite good over the years. They have no reason to target you."

Wang Yan gave a bitter smile and shook his head. "Even knowing that, having a sword hanging over one's head is no pleasant feeling. I heard Zhou Fohai went to Section Chief Minamida's residence yesterday morning to inspect the scene, then got so frightened that he fled straight to Nanjing."

Iwai Eiichi's gaze left the blue-and-white vase in his hand and fell