[The Girls' School Teacher] (Episode 16, Chapter 3)

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Chapter Three: The Night Watch Warriors

General Combet's men arrived quickly; within an hour, over

three .

They immediately took over the guard duties of the consulate's soldiers, and these were only the first batch.

It was said that news of Mrs. Linda's assassination attempt had caused a huge uproar in both the military and political spheres of the United States.

The current Secretary of Defense, a friend of Powell, immediately called to inquire about Mrs. Linda's

situation and then ordered General Combet to ensure the safety of General Powell and Rumsfeld's entourage,

or else he would face a court-martial!

Combet was originally Powell's student, and he always respected his upright and gentle teacher.

Even without the Secretary of Defense's strict orders, he would have protected them; now, with the matter elevated to the level of a national

command , he acted without restraint. As soon as the first batch of soldiers arrived, six jet fighters were already

hovering over Sapporo. Soon after, a small fleet, including ships capable of carrying air power, would

arrive and anchor off the coast of Sapporo.

Besides the Secretary of Defense, calls of condolence from high-ranking officials and members of Congress poured in, and even

several called to offer their sympathies.

Of course, the most concerned and furious among them was George W. Bush.

He thought: "I sent my personal staff to Japan. Even if I'm not the President of the United States yet,

I still represent the Bush family, right? Is this how you treat me? Security measures have been

breached time and again? Next time, will you drop a bomb directly into Powell and Rumsfeld's room?

You're slapping me in the face again and again! Besides, those two old folks went to Japan because of me,

Bush . How can I not show them some appreciation for their hard work? Who will be willing

to work for me in the future?"

With countless people wanting to curry favor with the incoming US president, Bush's

small outburst of anger was quite easy.

That evening, US time, the US Secretary of State summoned the Japanese ambassador to the US and unleashed

a torrent of abuse. The ambassador reportedly called back to the Prime Minister, lamenting, "In twenty years, I have never suffered

such humiliation. If the cabinet does not take action, US-Japan relations will once again reach a freezing point..."

However, there was no need for him to lament. The President of the US Senate had already

called similarly merciless rebuke, regardless of whether Mori understood or not. A torrent of

Indiana dialect poured out like mercury. Mori naturally understood that this wasn't a direct insult to him,

but rather a direct insult to his family.

In fact, the Prime Minister, who convened an emergency cabinet meeting after hanging up, should have been thankful

that Rumsfeld was not yet the US Secretary of Defense; otherwise, this notoriously sharp-tongued and hawkish figure

would have undoubtedly inflicted the greatest embarrassment upon him and Japan.

Starting at noon that day, Sapporo deployed a large number of special police officers; on the sea, the Japanese Self-Defense Force fleet

patrolled incessantly, and also transported Self-Defense Force soldiers into major transportation routes to begin a carpet search

and comprehensive security.

For a time, Sapporo and even the entire Hokkaido was filled with a climate of fear and unease.

No matter how bold the Japanese television stations and news media were, they dared not report the incident,

only stating lightly that the US military, Self-Defense Forces, and National Police Agency were conducting live-fire exercises,

a highly realistic drill targeting terrorist attacks.

Kyoka, Akira Tominaga, and I stayed at the hotel closest to the Goryokai Hospital, and thus saw

armored vehicles and tanks deployed around the hospital, from which emerged only American soldiers.

As for other police officers, soldiers, and various electronic detection equipment, they were all present.

It's no exaggeration to say that the Goryokai Hospital had become a more heavily

guarded .

Our treatment was quite good. The other hotel guests were politely asked to leave. I stayed in

a deluxe , while Tominaga Akira and Kyoka stayed downstairs. The rest of the guests were clearly officers from various police agencies.

Even the temporary command center, dispatch center, and coordination department were set up in the hotel; it

felt than a hotel.

Originally, both the Japanese police and the American military wanted to arrange special guards for us, but I firmly

refused. They had no choice but to provide us with secret protection after consulting with their superiors.

Although we stayed on different floors, my relationship with Kyoka was still somewhat exposed.

The reason was simple: when I used my unique skill, I asked the more experienced Tominaga Akira to leave, but kept

her.

There was another reason that made everyone believe it even more: why would Dr. Nach give up his revered

status to come to Japan, a country that couldn't compare to the United States? And just to

be a doctor in a small private clinic? It wasn't just because he was Japanese, was it? A beautiful wife can always sway a man's heart

!

Even Tominaga Akira thought so; otherwise, it would be impossible to explain why Mr. Yoshihiro would condescend to Suzuki's private clinic

.

If I were in Yoshihiro's shoes, I would explain to them that Kyoka's current status

is not Mr. Nak's girlfriend, but Yoshihiro's girlfriend. We were already

encountered by Tamaki Maki a few days ago while having dinner. If Kyoka had become someone else's girlfriend after only a few days,

it be too frivolous.

However, since I am Mr. Nak now, and Nak's personality is such that he never explains anything to others,

it would be out of character for me to rush off to explain.

Of course, they weren't wrong. As night fell, I discreetly brought Kyoka up through the balcony.

We sat on the terrace, embracing each other, watching the distant sea.

"Yoshihiro, what are you thinking about?" Kyoka was enjoying our time together, but seeing

me just staring blankly at the sea, the beautiful woman couldn't help but feel a little curious.

"This attack was too suspicious," I replied casually. "Someone who possesses the 'Seven-Colored Poison'..."

The assassins they sent wouldn't be so incompetent as to fail to kill with a single blow. Furthermore, if I'm not mistaken

, the device that blew up the hospital wall today was a remotely controlled "Paradise." If the perpetrators had placed it inside the hospital

building, everyone in the building might not have survived. "

Paradise?"

"Yes, Paradise. The world's number one powerful explosive. The Jehovah Mercenary Group uses it

the most , and others have a few here and there. An explosion like today

can be created with just a fist-sized amount."

"Wow...that's amazing?" Kyoka snuggled closer to me, startled. "Toshio, how can there be such

terrifying explosives? Doesn't that mean people's lives are in danger?"

I kissed her cheek. "It's not that exaggerated. Paradise's annual production is very limited.

Outsiders can't get their hands on it, and those who do have it don't even have enough for war and gangland feuds, let alone

for terrorist attacks."

Kyoka felt a little calmer, but still said with worry, "Toshio, you still need to be careful in the future

..."

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing." I smiled. In the past, I would have been

more wary of Paradise, but with my improved skills, both my internal energy and my heightened senses have greatly

increased. In a crisis, survival is guaranteed.

Kyoka didn't actually know how devastating Paradise would be if it truly exploded; she was only giving me this advice out of

genuine concern.

"Hmm... Toshio..." Kyoka, recalling what I had just said, looked at me with her big eyes and asked, "If

the police can't handle something this big, will you go out again?"

She was naturally referring to my other identity.

Just as Kyoka mentioned this, the phone on the table next to me rang with a beautiful ringtone.

I glanced at the caller's name, smiled slightly, and pointed to the phone: "Speak of the devil, and he appears. The other members of the '

Justice Holy War Group'."

The beauty smiled charmingly, leaned against me, and watched me answer the phone.

She still had a great curiosity about these girls born into wealthy families; her beautiful ears

perked up, wanting to hear what we had to say.

"Gentle ladies, what can I do for you?" I asked gently.

The phone was still in conference mode, and the laughter of my wives reached my ears simultaneously.

"Reporting, Commander, the soldiers of the 'Justice Holy War Band' are awaiting your orders..." This was Green's

voice.

"Toshio... you know what happened in Hokkaido today, right? Good heavens, even the hospital was almost blown up, not to

mention the wife of the future US Secretary of State, who was shot and is still in critical condition." A soft, sweet voice

came from Haru.

"Yes, they are so wicked, aren't they tarnishing Japan's reputation?" Eri, her voice slightly hoarse, said

indignantly , "As a good kid with a conscience, I think we should volunteer to you, Commander

."

"Hehe..." The beautiful and playful Chikage added amidst the righteous condemnation, "And

also... we miss you..." With these words, the charm of my four wives flashed through my mind

, and my heart warmed even more.

I coughed lightly a few times: "Nark already told me that it wasn't just a gunshot wound; the bullet was also coated with

a deadly poison from Africa called the Seven-Colored Poison. Seven parts of Mrs. Linda's body

are showing different colors due to the poison, making it very difficult to treat. But with Nark here, the injury should be fine."

Kyoka couldn't help but smile, tilting her pink face up and making an incredibly cute face at me, which,

of course, resulted in me subtly flicking her nose.

The other girls had different feelings. While they were amazed, they were also

happy to have received such explosive news, which they would have plenty to tell their families later.

Chikage was the most composed, asking me first, "Junxiong... is this considered private?"

I smiled and said, "It's nothing. Since Nark can tell people, it proves he's not afraid of being known

. He wouldn't tell anyone things that truly need to be kept secret."

"Oh..." The girls immediately became excited.

The doll-like girl said regretfully, "Ugh... If I were in Hokkaido right now, I could

go with Toshio to see how Mr. Nacko miraculously heals people!"

"Silly!" Eri scolded her, "If we go to uphold justice, we can see Mr. Nacko at the same time

!"

"Hmm... I also want to meet Toshio's good friend." Chikage nodded seriously and said, "I want to

hear him tell me the story of the Yamashita couple again."

"Sisters, what you all said is very good, but the problem is, how can we get to Hokkaido

?" Midori sighed from the side, "My mom told me this morning that I'm not allowed

to go out , or she'll break my legs."

"Haha! Aunt Shizuka is so violent!" Koharu said gloatingly, "My parents only said they don't want me to leave

Kyushu , but they didn't threaten me like that..."

"That's right!" Green turned her attention to her mother. "I even asked Junxiong to help

her with something a few days ago, and these past few days they've been busy buying futures and oil. They don't even know how to be grateful! Humph!

Humph!"

When girls get together, their topics are never fixed. Just now they were talking about the Axiom Holy War Group and Mr.

Nak , and now they've switched to the family business... That's just how girls are; they're naturally youthful and lively,

and their thinking is very jumpy.

"You don't need to come to Hokkaido." I said thoughtfully, my first sentence completely extinguishing the girls'

eagerness . It's not that I don't love them, but there are too many variables in Hokkaido right now, and

the appearance of "Paradise" has made me more cautious. It's better not to let them participate in such dangerous things. What's suitable for

the Axiom Holy War Group is fighting bullies and upholding justice, not this kind of cruel fighting.

If it were up to the girls themselves, they would definitely come to Hokkaido. With Toshio by their side, they didn't

think anyone could threaten them. On the contrary, they were determined to find the bad guy and show off their skills.

However, while they could whine and plead with me, they couldn't do that to their parents. How could I let these little princesses do something

so dangerous? —Forget about coming to Hokkaido, they weren't even allowed to leave the house.

So, when my little wives called, it was just to talk to me and get the latest

updates .

Since I firmly refused their request to go, the girls stopped talking about it. In fact, what they

cared about most was when they would come to Tokyo, chattering about how to decorate their house, where they wanted to go with me

, and what delicious food they wanted me to cook for them…

After hanging up, more than half an hour had passed. Kyoka was curled up in my arms, fast

asleep .

I put her on the bed and sat beside her, lost in thought.

Why would a visit by an American dignitary cause such a stir in Japan, with someone resorting to such

a forceful approach to obstruct it? Who was doing this? What benefits did they gain?

Could Mrs. Linda's shooting be related to the previous Russian mafia revenge?

Questions raced through my mind like a fleeting glance, yet remained unanswered, a surge of

frustration .

Suddenly, a warning bell rang in my ears, and I vanished from the room in a flash.

The hotel had twenty-five floors, and above these two luxury suites was the rooftop.

Since Sapporo wasn't as crowded as Tokyo, the rooftops weren't particularly elaborate. In contrast, Tokyo's

skyscrapers often had rooftops used for various purposes: growing vegetables, building sports fields, cultivating flowers, or even serving as

temporary helicopter landing pads… a diverse array of uses that showcased the Japanese people's unique perspectives.

However, rooftops always required ventilation shafts, water pumps, electrical equipment, and

so resulting in a complex arrangement of structures at varying heights, making

it difficult to see the entire rooftop at a glance. After traversing the darkness for a while, I changed my appearance and silently landed

on a raised water tank. Looking down from here, there was a small platform, about nine square meters in size, directly opposite

the Wuling Hospital.

The platform, which should have been empty, now had a masked man in black sitting on it. Without careful observation

, his figure was barely discernible in the darkness.

The man sat cross-legged, a bundle beside him, polishing a gleaming katana. Even

in the hazy moonlight, the menacing glint of the blade was palpable.

"Chirp!"

Before the man could move, a white blade flashed towards me, its force and momentum incredibly fierce.

I snorted coldly, remaining motionless, and pointed a finger at the side of the blade.

"Snap!" The katana, along with him, toppled to the other side.

Just as the man was about to flip back to attack again, I had already followed, stomping on him a few

times with my toes. The man groaned and fell to the ground.

Landing beside him, I frowned slightly. Even with my true energy locking his meridians, this man still

hadn't released his katana; his right hand seemed to be one with the sword.

People who treat their weapons like their lives often don't value their own. They are known by another

name—death warriors.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?" I said calmly. "Don't be silent; I haven't

sealed your mute acupoint."

Silence answered me. The man in black's eyes were fixed, but his body trembled violently.

"Trying to break through your acupoints?" I smiled. "Interesting. Don't hurt yourself."

"Ugh!"

As if confirming my words, the man in black spat out a mouthful of blood, tearing his mask and revealing

a young, ordinary face. He curled up in pain. I flicked my finger, a wisp of

wind striking his abdomen. The man in black immediately felt as if his entire body was on fire. Even someone as ascetic as him

couldn't bear the pain; he bit his lip until it bled, groaning in agony.

"Torture...that's not the mark of a hero!"

I finally heard him speak. The man in black's voice was hoarse, even trembling slightly, but the unwavering

resolve remained.

I shook my head inwardly and flicked two more finger strikes, removing all the restrictions I had placed on him.

Faced with such a resolute individual, I would rather kill him in the fight than torture him any further; otherwise,

it would be an insult to martial arts practitioners.

The pain disappeared so quickly that the man in black was caught off guard. When he came to his senses,

he was pleasantly surprised to find that he had regained his mobility.

After leaping up, the man in black once again pointed his katana at me.

Whether it had worked or not, he himself didn't know.

"Put down your sword. Even if I gave you a two-handed advantage, you still couldn't beat me."

"Who exactly are you?"

"Let's get acquainted. Others call me Doctor. What about you?"

"..."

Still silence. But the man in black's eyes changed. Besides the burning fighting spirit, he himself

didn't realize that his hands, gripping the katana, were trembling slightly with tension and worry.

In the dark world, being an assassin is always a fiercely competitive and legendary profession, and one of the most

feared . Among the four most recognized top assassins by assassins and mercenary organizations worldwide, there is

a man called "The Doctor," who is also the number one assassin in North America. He

has never .

Recently, a series of bloody storms have been brewing in Japan, especially in the Tokyo underworld, supposedly due to

the arrival ," adding to the already turbulent atmosphere

of the Japanese underworld. The man in black never expected to encounter this legendary figure in the assassin world here. His

composure vanished instantly, replaced by a frenzied fighting spirit.

"Nan Chenzhi, please guide me." The man in black performed an ancient salute, a necessary

etiquette before an ancient duel, showing respect to the opponent.

With that, he raised both hands, unleashing a cunning slash.

"Bang!" This time, I simply swung my fist, striking the blade of the katana heavily, the powerful force...

The burst of energy shattered the finely forged steel.

True energy traveled along the hilt, seeping into his arm. With a cracking sound, his sleeves

were torn to ash, and his arm snapped in two.

Nan Chenzhi stumbled back several meters before barely regaining his footing. His hands hung limply,

seemingly swaying in the wind – a clear sign of broken bones. "Such

formidable internal energy!"

Nan Chenzhi felt a wave of helplessness. No one knew better than him how sharp his katana was, especially

with the added power of his long-cultivated true energy. He could slice even steel in two. Yet,

with a casual punch, the blade shattered inch by inch. Such skill... could it be comparable to his grandfather's?

"I don't have time to fight you here. I'll give you one more chance. If you don't tell me who sent you

, you can go and tell the King of Hell." I said coldly, my tone gradually becoming impatient. It wasn't that I

was in a bad mood, but my beautiful wife was still resting in the room. If someone

wanted I wasn't there, resulting in Kyoka being kidnapped and suffering, that would be quite bad.

"Before I answer your question, I would like to ask you a question, senior." Nan Chenzhi

looked terrible after his defeat, but his face remained calm. "If you don't answer, please kill me."

"Please speak."

"What happened today... was it you who did it?"

"No."

Hearing my answer, Nan Chenzhi visibly breathed a sigh of relief. He never believed that a master who had reached the level

of would lie—there was simply no need for that.

Since he was no match for me, the answer was much easier. Nan Chenzhi said, "I am a disciple of the Nanliu school. I happened

to be training in the nearby mountains when I heard about this, so I came to check on things tonight. If anyone dares to harm the interests of

Japan , I will not let them off."

At this point, he said somewhat embarrassedly, "When you were standing behind me earlier, I thought..."

I nodded slightly, "If I look like a ghost, then you wiping your katana here alone in the middle of the night

, wouldn't that be even more likely to cause misunderstandings?"

Nan Chenzhi said awkwardly, "It's my habit. Before every battle, I have to wipe it carefully

so that I can feel more connected to it."

Meeting such a martial arts fanatic, I obviously didn't have much to talk about with him.

I believed Nan Chenzhi was telling the truth, because the first time I saw him, there was no

violence . Someone who would cause such a commotion at the Wuling Hospital must be ruthless and a serial killer

—not just any ordinary assassin, but even the top assassins would never accept

a mission , especially not American tycoons. That's practically suicide!

"Then you can continue guarding. By the way, your injuries are just superficial; you'll recover in a few days. Don't

tell anyone you've seen me." I didn't say much more, just gave him a few instructions, and then

my figure vanished into thin air. "Senior…" Nan Chenzhi called out, but I was nowhere to be found.

"Sigh, he's gone just like that? I was hoping to ask him to teach me a few moves! What a pity, such a good opportunity!"

This man's martial arts obsession had resurfaced.

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