Murano Mita still tried to struggle, even with the hook piercing her mouth.
Master gave the hook a sharp tug, making Haruno Mita scream over and over in pain.
"Ah! It hurts! It hurts..."
That wasn't the end of it. She had barely screamed a few times before Master kicked her in the chest.
Murano Mita spat out a mouthful of blood. That kick had nearly killed her.
Clearly, Master had held back.
Meanwhile, Fourth Master He, the Ghost Immortals, and Mao Jing all approached.
"Fellow Daoist Song!"
"Senior Song!"
I picked up the Black Umbrella and Evil-Slaying Flowing Cloud from the ground, wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth, and jogged toward Master.
"Master!"
Master looked at us and nodded slightly.
Then he said to me:
"Start a video call with Yu Long. Now!"
Hearing that, I understood why Master had spared Murano Mita.
She was Uncle Yu's enemy-the last of the killers who had murdered his wife and son.
Master was going to livestream his revenge...
"Understood, Master!"
I immediately took out my phone. Fortunately, the supposedly unrivaled phone really was well built. Only the screen had cracked, and it still worked.
We weren't somewhere terribly remote, either, just in the suburbs. There was still a signal.
I found Uncle Yu in my contacts and started a video call.
"Ring, ring, ring..."
Uncle Yu didn't answer the video call right away.
We stood beside Master as we waited.
Fourth Master He also spoke:
"Go back and tell the shrine, and Group Leader Sun, that this Japanese spy has been captured."
"Yes, Fourth Master!"
A Ghost Immortal received the order and quickly floated away.
At the same time, Fourth Master He asked Master:
"Fellow Daoist Song, thank goodness you were here tonight. Otherwise, our shrine really would