Three ninjas of considerable skill managed to break into the villa, yet they were thrown out one after another as if they were mere garbage in just under five minutes. Who is responsible for this?

The most formidable presence in the villa now is without a doubt the little girl, but Xiao Feng knows her abilities well. At her current level, she absolutely couldn't have done this.

So, the question arises, if it's not the little girl, then who is it?

Additionally, is this person friend or foe?

This is what Xiao Feng is most eager to know. He won't naively assume that just because the person killed the three intruding ninjas, they are automatically on his side.

Iwakami Shigehiro clearly didn't anticipate such a turn of events, as his gaze toward his three subordinates was full of disbelief and deep confusion.

Truth be told, although Xiao Feng had just injured him, he wasn't truly anxious, because as long as his subordinates could control the people in the villa, he wouldn't be in any real trouble. But now, seeing the corpses of his three subordinates, he was genuinely panicked.

At the moment Xiao Feng leapt upward, yet another person "flew" out from the villa, but unlike the previous three ninjas, this person floated elegantly with his clothes fluttering.

"Who are you?" Xiao Feng asked solemnly, looking at the slightly hunched yet radiant elderly figure before him.

"Please don't misunderstand, I am here at the behest of my young lady to lend you a hand." The elderly man's tone was calm, offering Xiao Feng a slight bow, but that wasn't the main point.

The crucial part was the language in which the elderly man spoke... it was Japanese.

Which meant that the "young lady" he mentioned was undoubtedly Su Yuzhuo.

Before Xiao Feng could interject, Iwakami Shigehiro, not far away, glared at the old man as if he could ignite with rage: "Is that you?!"

"Yes, it's me. Long time no see, Young Master." The old man's tone remained calm, wearing an expression of having everything under control.

"Why are you helping this Huaxia person?" Iwakami Shigehiro questioned with anguished despair.

Unhurriedly, the old man replied, "As I mentioned, under orders from the young lady."

"You were once part of the Iwakami Clan, and now here is the opportunity to revive the clan before you. Why do you, like Oto, insist on doing the opposite?" Iwakami Shigehiro couldn't understand: "Don't you want to see the Iwakami Clan restored to its former glory?"

This time, the elderly man was silent for a moment before speaking: "Ten years ago, Lord Iwakami asked me to return home to take care of my wife and children. Now my wife has passed away, and my children have taken their own paths. These old bones of mine are restless, so I've chosen to continue following the young lady, as a form of repayment to Lord Iwakami."

"Elder!" Iwakami Shigehiro bowed deeply with respect: "My teacher's greatest wish before he passed was for the Iwakami Clan to rise again. If you truly wish to repay the favor, then you should stand with me, not be deceived by this Huaxia person like Oto."

Xiao Feng, listening beside him, rolled his eyes. Since when have I ever used deceitful words with Su Yuzhuo?

The elderly man quickly responded, shaking his head: "Sorry, you're the disciple of Lord Iwakami, but not his son. I only follow the orders of the young lady; her choice is my stance."

"Why?" Iwakami Shigehiro shouted, his emotions collapsing: "Why are you all doing this?!"

Xiao Feng turned to the old man and interjected, "Excuse me, did your young lady want you to spare his life?"

"The young lady only asked me to assist you; she didn't mention anything else." The old man replied slowly.

"So, that means I can kill him directly?" Xiao Feng pointed towards Iwakami Shigehiro, who was still continuously roaring.

The elderly man nodded, tacitly acknowledging Xiao Feng's statement but added, "He's my Young Master, so I can't help you with killing him."

"He's just a useless fish; there's no need for help." Xiao Feng chuckled, picked up the dagger from the ground, and walked towards Iwakami Shigehiro.

At this moment, with blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, Iwakami Shigehiro glared ferociously at the old man: "You'll regret this, you'll definitely regret it!"

"Perhaps," the old man replied blandly.

However, just as Xiao Feng reached within ten meters of Iwakami Shigehiro, the latter suddenly started laughing, though it sounded more like crying.

He raised his head and looked to the sky: "Master, did you see that? Your daughter, your steward, both unwilling to help you fulfill your last wish. Only I, the disciple you scolded and beat since childhood, am willing to give everything to achieve your heart's desire."

"He can't see it, no matter how loudly you shout, he can't see it." Xiao Feng pointed upwards, reminded him: "This sky belongs to us Huaxia people!"

After saying that, Xiao Feng thrust the dagger forward, directly aiming for Iwakami Shigehiro's heart.

But suddenly, Iwakami Shigehiro flipped his wrist, pulling out a smooth, golden pill, and then he slammed it onto the ground.

"Buzz!"

A blindingly bright light appeared, seemingly eager to blind anyone who looked at it.

Xiao Feng had no choice but to shut his eyes, and when he regained his sight, Iwakami Shigehiro had vanished, with only the bloodstains on the ground proving he was once there.

"What just happened?" Xiao Feng looked toward the silver-haired old man who had turned his back on the sudden burst of light.

"Golden Escape Technique from the Five Elements Escape Technique. In modern terms, it can be seen as a miniaturized flash bang." The old man explained without a hint of surprise.

Xiao Feng was puzzled: "Golden Escape Technique?"

"If you're interested, I just happen to have one." The old man reached into his garments and pulled out a golden pill identical to the one Iwakami Shigehiro had.

Without hesitation, Xiao Feng took the pill and started examining it closely, noticing that the surface was very smooth, as if polished with wax.

"Does this thing have an expiration date?" Xiao Feng put the pill in his pocket, intending to keep it for emergencies.

"It won't expire. The surface of this thing is well-sealed. A friend who gave it to me said it would still be functional even after a hundred years," the old man said confidently.

"So... can you make this thing?" Xiao Feng inquired. Having personally experienced its fearsome blinding effect, he couldn't help but think he wanted more of these.

Imagining if these could be mass-produced, they'd have vast applications in the future—a sudden flash to blind the enemy; ask them if they dare!

The old man shook his head: "Those who can make this are much older than I am now. A few more years, and it'll probably be lost to time."

"Why not pass it down?" Xiao Feng wondered.

"I don't know!" The old man responded straightforwardly: "The ninja profession has too many rules, and it's hard for outsiders to fully understand and accept them. Perhaps only insiders can truly know."

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