When Ye Huan answered the phone.
In the capital city of the East, Tokyo, Orochi Tower.
On the top floor, in the dimly lit round table conference room.
"Locate quickly." Seven middle-aged men dressed in samurai robes with wooden clogs and sporting a straight moustache ordered the technicians operating computers in a low voice, their expressions grim.
The technicians nodded, swiftly typing on the keyboard, the crisp sound of "click clack" was incessant as they began infiltrating top-secret military satellites to locate Ye Huan's phone number!
One of the seven middle-aged men, the Kameda Clan patriarch—Kameda Kokutama turned his head and gestured "OK" to the man in the main seat, who was wrapped in a blood-red robe, holding a feather fan, wearing a silk hat, and sporting a flamboyant makeup.
The Sixth Sequence opened his mouth slowly, overflowing with killing intent, his voice was icy cold: "Ye Huan, we have given you two chances, but you didn't cherish them!"
