The night was deep.
With a helicopter, one could overlook Tokyo's colorful nightscape.
The usually mesmerizing view meant nothing to Sanjushi Tera now; a sense of restless anxiety pulsed in his chest, involuntarily pulling his thoughts into an abyss of darkness.
The people he left in Itabashi District were without exception martial artists or gold-star assassins from the Philippines.
The Thirty-Four Families were tasked with surveillance missions.
To monitor the situation on site and report to him constantly.
A sniper with infallible accuracy could not remain unknown in Tokyo.
As for the martial artist wearing a ghost mask, they were unbelievably strong.
Completely wrapped from head to toe, clearly intending to conceal their true identity.
Not even their gender could be confirmed.
One could wear clothes wrapped tightly from head to toe and easily change their apparent gender.
