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M: TSIA Chapter 50: Nobu Yoshioka
🕑 Added 2025-01-07 12:11:54 +0000 UTCThe staff inside also seemed limited, but one thing stood out: almost all of them had a scent of blood.
Whether they appeared refined, beautiful, or ruthless, they all had an intimidating aura. Those who were neatly and cleanly dressed, or even seemingly ordinary office executives, seemed to hide something darker behind their appearances.
Is this the headquarters of an assassin organization?
Wolf was not only involved in selling nuclear bombs abroad for profit, but it also seemed to run a highly organized network of assassins.
This is truly an organization filled with extraordinary talent.
Lance sat in his hiding place, resting his chin on one hand, and pondered for a moment.
Time passed, and Lance decided to continue his energy training while waiting.
As evening approached, a text message from Ethan came in again: "Albino is back."
"Received." Lance quickly replied to the message, and without wasting time, he stood up. Stretching his stiff muscles, Lance directed his gaze out through a gap, ready for the next move.
The game was about to begin!
Ten minutes later, several black Acura cars drove up and slowly stopped in front of the seemingly inconspicuous office building, which held many secrets within.
The first and last two cars stopped perfectly. The people who emerged from them were all wearing neat black suits, with serious expressions clearly indicating they were professional bodyguards.
Strangely, there were only a few Westerners among them.
The majority of those getting out of the cars are Asian, who seem more organized and have a strong presence.
From the front Acura LFA, someone in the middle steps out. The first man to exit is Albino—an Italian with curly hair, sunken eyes, and a somewhat weak temperament, yet clearly holds an important position in this organization.
Behind Albino, another Asian man steps out, appearing to be around forty years old. The man is wearing a perfectly tailored black suit, his hair styled very rigidly, and his facial expression looks very stern and shows little emotion.
"Looks... somewhat familiar?" Lance thinks for a moment as he observes the Asian man. Although the man does not seem particularly remarkable, there is something that catches Lance's attention. Has Lance seen him before?
Albino, with a polite yet somewhat reserved demeanor, behaves as if he holds great respect for the man, even being a bit quiet. As one of the key figures in the group operating under Wolf's command, Albino appears to be a baggage handler ready to take care of any needs. There is not a hint of arrogance in him as he serves the Asian man.
The Asian man waves to the security personnel who have come to greet him and personally leads them into the building, directing them to a private elevator that goes straight to the office on the top floor.
Lance carefully observes the situation from his hiding place. With swift and silent movements, Lance attaches a grappling arrow to the roof of the building and slides down agilely. Once Lance lands on the top floor, he realizes one thing: this is Albino's office.
Inside the office, an important conversation is taking place.
"Mr. Nobu, Mr. Braun is very sincere," Albino says in a polite yet somewhat cold tone.
"I hope he tells us this directly," replies Mr. Nobu, the Asian man who appears more authoritative and serious. The man's stiff face changes expression only slightly, but his words carry a depth that cannot be ignored.
Albino tries to explain carefully, attempting to clarify the situation without making it seem too deep. "Mr. Nobu must be aware of Mr. Braun's situation. The CIA and FBI are after him. Mr. Braun cannot enter the United States to negotiate directly." Albino speaks as politely as possible, but there is a hidden tension in his tone.
"Since you know the man cannot come, how dare you set such a high price? The Hand can acquire his property, but they can only pay at most a third of the asking price!" The Asian man continues in a sharp tone, emphasizing that this situation is a very dangerous negotiation.
The Hand?
Nobu?
Lance feels something strange in his heart, as if he has just found a missing piece of a puzzle. "Sure enough, it's them!" Lance murmurs quietly.
The Hand – a name so well-known in the dark world, an organization of ninja assassins that has existed for over 800 years. This group is not only rooted in history but has also carved out many tales of blood and destruction.
Lance clearly remembers the information he has heard about The Hand.
The five leaders of The Hand, known as the Five Finger, come from the secret realm of K'un-Lun. Their names are well-known, and they are Alexandra Reid, Madame Gao, Bakuto, Murakami, and Sowande—all seeking to exploit dragon bone fossils to extend their lives.
Using ancient powers that can grant them immortality, they have established this organization in five different countries.
The full name "Nobu" is Nobu Yoshioka. He is one of Murakami's main disciples, known for his ruthlessness and his very high position in The Hand. Nobu possesses strength and fighting abilities far beyond those of an ordinary human. His extraordinary combat skills, mastery of the sword, ability to disguise, healing, explosives, and various other skills make Nobu a figure to be greatly feared.
Lance's heart was instantly moved.
Such talent... like Nobu, is very suitable for the Black Lantern Corps!
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“Damn it!” Albino muttered angrily to himself, holding back his rising fury.
“These greedy Asians!” Albino's mood worsened, and his complaints flowed out with full hatred. He stared at the mirror in front of him with eyes full of frustration.
Of course, it was utterly impossible for Albino to complain in front of Nobu. Albino knew exactly who was in front of him—a man who was so calm and calculating, capable of killing without batting an eye.
In the underworld, The Hand was very well-known. Their reputation loomed like a dark shadow over anyone who tried to stand in their way. Compared to that, the assassination organization run by Albino's boss looked like children playing in a larger arena.
