At the main entrance of Genji Heavy Industries, the air had congealed like frozen steel. Amon stared at Minamoto Chisaki, whose stance was resolute and tone hostile, then gave a soft laugh. "I'm not negotiating with you. Move aside."
Minamoto Chisaki silently drew a deep breath, his chest rising slightly. He turned sideways and gestured behind him. Yasha and Crow exchanged glances, forcibly suppressing their boiling anger as they slowly stepped aside with the Young Master, clearing the path into the building.
Yet beneath Minamoto Chisaki's lowered lids, his gaze had already turned as sharp as a blade, nearly piercing the false calm of the moment. He did not want to make a move outside, because the media might capture it. Although the US Military had sealed off the surrounding area, cameras could still film clearly from a great distance.
Amon smiled, seemingly oblivious to the almost tangible hostility. Accompanied by several impeccably uniformed officers and two squads of fully armed soldiers, he marched in orderly steps into the unusually silent lobby of Genji Heavy Industries.
Minamoto Chisaki and the others followed them inside.
The moment the entire group had entered, Minamoto Chisaki moved without warning.
Clang!
The crisp ring of steel was like silk tearing apart. Spider Cutter flashed from its sheath in an instant, slashing straight at Amon's neck.
There was no killing intent in that strike. He merely wanted to restrain the man, press the cold blade against this uninvited guest's skin, and use it to halt this abrupt inspection.
The US Military stationed in Japan was the strongest iron wing hovering over this island nation. No family rooted here would be foolish enough to openly confront them.
If Amon had sent notice in advance, even just one day earlier, the Eight Clans of the Serpent would