Everyone sitting in the main hall was talking about it.
The person who had just spoken up was the martial arts circle leader in Tokyo, Toyotomi Kawayoshi.
Everyone couldn't help feeling puzzled when they heard what Toyotomi Kawayoshi said.
"Why are you talking about checking foreigners? Do you think this was the work of foreign martial artists?”
Toyotomi Kawayoshi nodded. "Like I said, the culprit must be at grandmaster level and above. The only grandmasters in Japan are Mochizuki Kawa and Ishino Ryuichi from Sword Shrine and the two leaders of Sanshin Organization. Since they certainly wouldn't commit heinous acts like this, it is likely that a supreme grandmaster from another country secretly entered Japan to attack us."
What?
"A supreme grandmaster from another
country?"
Toyotomi Kawayoshi's words went off like a bomb in the room. Everyone's expressions changed as their pupils constricted.
Supreme grandmasters were considered a tactical advantage, regardless of where you were in the world.
Permitting the entry of a supreme grandmaster was no different than letting in a fleet of troops.
After all, a single supreme grandmaster was able to fight an army.
If a supreme grandmaster was given free rein to kill in a country, the consequences were unimaginable.
Out of fear of supreme grandmasters, there was an unwritten rule in the martial arts circles.
Supreme grandmasters were forbidden from entering the borders of a country freely. If they wished to enter, they were required to apply in advance.
Otherwise, it was deemed an international martial arts attack.
Hence, Toyotomi Kawayoshi and the others reacted so strongly when it dawned on them there might be a foreigner supreme grandmaster in their midst.
After all, the last time a foreigner supreme grandmaster entered Japan, almost half the Japanese martial arts world had been devastated.
After learning from this painful experience, they took it seriously.
Mochizuki Kawa nodded hard. "He makes sense. I suspect that the first division was killed by a foreigner supreme grandmaster too. I wonder where he came from. He was so arrogant that he slaughtered our people so freely. Isn't he worried that it might lead to an international martial arts war?" Mochizuki Kawa spoke deeply with an increasingly solemn voice.
After all, if things turned out the way they guessed, the matter would escalate to the national level.
However, all this was merely speculation.
The most important thing now was to find the culprit.
Hence, Mochizuki Kawa immediately gave the order for the martial arts circle to help the mundane world locate the murderer.
The search went on for two days.
In a Tokyo suburb, two men sat quietly in a secluded bar.
One of the men was dressed in a black robe with a flame embroidered on his long garment.
He was drinking tea leisurely with a calm look on his face.
The man sitting across him appeared anxious instead. He looked out from time to time and seemed like he was a criminal on the run.
"Dragon God, what now? All paths out of the country have been sealed. We are trapped in Japan," said Long Bai-Chuan anxiously with a worried look on his face.
It had been two days since they killed Sato, Abe Chuunan, Nakai Koichi, and the others. They were trapped in Japan ever since and unable to return to China.
Despite Long Bai-Chuan's anxiety, the man in black remained calm.
There wasn't any sign of anxiety on his face. Instead, he picked up the teapot and poured himself another cup of tea.
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