Finn scratched his messy hair and said, "From what I knew of them before, if the Japan Branch suspected someone, they wouldn't be this polite. Their style was to drag them back for a little 'tea.'
"Now they don't even dare question you face-to-face. Looks like you really scared them shitless. No wonder that Minamoto Clan Head looked like he'd swallowed a fly alive."
Amon shook his head. "How can that be called scaring them? I'm helping them—setting things right and rebuilding their family values. As for why he looked so sour, the main reason was probably that I took away the Eight Clans of the Serpent's greatest treasure."
"What treasure?" Finn's eyes lit up, and he leaned forward with the eager look of a curious child. "What's it look like? Can you take it out and let us see?"
Amon glanced through the rearview mirror, his gaze seemingly falling on Lu Mingfei. "There. The one sitting beside Junior Brother Lu, isn't she?"
"Huh?" Lu Mingfei froze, then instinctively turned to look at the shrine maiden sitting quietly beside him like a doll. Meeting those pure, utterly untainted eyes, his heart skipped a beat. In an instant, he imagined an entire drama of forceful abduction. Could Senior Brother He have done something bandit-like and snatched her away by force?
An absurd scene even surfaced uncontrollably in his mind:
Senior Brother He spoke in a strange accent, pointing at the girl as if he were a villain from an old movie, and said to Minamoto Chisaki, "Yoshi, pretty little girl, very, very good—" Then Minamoto Chisaki, his face full of humiliation and unwillingness yet utterly helpless, handed her over.
Caesar's ice-blue eyes swept over the rearview mirror and settled on the girl. "Who is she? Important enough to the Eight Clans