The sudden turn of events stunned both people inside the car.
Inuzuka Jirō, in particular, felt cold all over, cold sweat pouring down his back. He did not know whether it was because someone had ripped off the door on his side of the car.
With nothing to shield him, the cool mountain night breeze made him shiver all over.
"Y-you... who are you?" By the dim light inside the car, Inuzuka Jirō finally made out the figure standing beside it.
The clothes the man wore were nothing like the highly recognizable outfits of the Matsuba-kai's thugs.
"Relax. I'm the person you're looking for!" Chen Jue grinned, reached out with his left hand, and rested it on Jirō's shoulder. Then he half crouched and squeezed into the back seat of the Toyota Century.
"N-no way... I brought over a hundred men, fully armed. How could they fail... it's only been a few minutes... quick! Someone, come protect me!" Inuzuka Jirō had lost all his earlier eloquence and swagger. He shouted at the top of his lungs toward the outside of the car.
He felt that if he did not call for help now, the terrifying strength of that hand would crush his pampered shoulder blade!
"Don't waste your breath, you little Japanese bastard. I took care of all your thugs just now."
"You're a commander without an army now, so behave yourself and tell me exactly what that drug is for." Chen Jue narrowed his eyes slightly, slowly tightening his hand on Jirō's shoulder.
With his current ability to knead steel like modeling clay, crushing someone's bones was hardly more difficult than rolling noodles was for an ordinary person.
But Kawashima Minako, sitting right beside Inuzuka Jirō, suddenly sprang into action. The beautiful woman, who had seemed so harmless, abruptly