Yoshida Shiro's confidence was clearly not an act. Just three days later, he came looking for Zhang Xuan and his Ghost Army.
That day, Zhang Xuan led his army in their usual sweep of a Japanese military camp. Just as they were slaughtering their way through it, a fiery red streak shot across the dark night sky and appeared above the camp in an instant. Then, before Zhang Xuan's astonished eyes, the streak transformed into a figure and slowly descended to the ground.
Seeing the newcomer, Zhang Xuan's heart stirred, and he called out, "Sunfire?"
"You're not Chinese!" His Chinese was awkward, making it obvious at once that he was one of the Japanese soldiers.
Hearing his absolute certainty, Zhang Xuan's anger flared, and he demanded furiously, "What makes you say I'm not Chinese?!"
"The Chinese mutants were all killed by me!"
"What did you say?!" A blaze surged up in Zhang Xuan's chest. After discovering that the Japanese military had mutant units, Zhang Xuan had wanted to gather Chinese mutants and build a powerful mutant force of his own.
But what Zhang Xuan had never expected was for Mr. Song to give him such an unexpected answer: "There are no mutants in China!"
When Zhang Xuan heard Mr. Song's reply, he could not help crying out, "How is that possible?"
Mr. Song looked at Zhang Xuan and explained, "There was still news of mutants ten years ago, but over these past ten years, Chinese mutants seem to have vanished without a trace. There hasn't been a single word about them."
"What happened?" Zhang Xuan did not believe Chinese mutants could have suddenly disappeared without a trace. Something must have happened.
"We investigated for a long time, but found nothing." Mr. Song shook his head helplessly.
With no Chinese mutants