I'm Making Dumplings

The prisoners they had captured were sent straight to the interrogation room.

Hearing Rain Yuka was the one who questioned them.

With her ability to read minds, interrogation was a breeze for her.

The interrogation report soon reached Lu Zeming.

According to the prisoners, the Bloodfang Guild had taken a bounty job from the underground Bounty Station. That was why they had come. No one outside the Bounty Station knew who the client was. All they knew was that the reward was enormous: a full fifty million.

Did the Bounty Station mark me when I sold the Illusion-Breaking Pills?

Lu Zeming shook his head. If it really was the Bounty Station, they should have assessed his strength. There was no need to put a bounty on cannon fodder and make such a commotion.

There were still too few clues. He could only wait.

The sun set and the moon rose. Several important workshops in the village were still rushing to produce war supplies. Patrols moved through the streets, while torches flickered atop the walls, tracing their outline against the dark.

Outside the village, all was quiet. Apart from the chirping of insects, there was no sound.

Then a few strange gusts swept through, and even the insects fell silent. A closer look would have revealed dozens of ninja squads dressed entirely in black, closing rapidly on Flower Village under cover of night.

The fastest squad reached a point a hundred meters from the village and suddenly stopped. As if sensing something, they threw several Kunai into the ground.

The moment the Kunai struck, they triggered the traps.

Some traps collapsed, others snapped. Beyond leaving the ground looking torn to pieces, they did nothing to hinder or kill anyone.

"Tch. These are the crudest traps I've ever seen!"

The ninja's voice