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Chapter 276 - 189: You Can’t Even Do the Flying Thunder God, What Kind of Ninja Are You!_2

Chapter 276: Chapter 189: You Can’t Even Do the Flying Thunder God, What Kind of Ninja Are You!_2

Brian waved his hand.

He actually wanted to see the scumbag’s reaction, but he had just received a call from London.

The caller was none other than the top agent known as Number Five, who had once fought against him.

This brother, probably feeling a kindred spirit towards Brian, a fellow strong powerhouse, actually tipped him off, stating that the Ninja Sect from Japan was seeking revenge because he left Yoshiko, a student they sent over for training, battered and breathless.

"Japanese people sure are petty. Setting aside the fact that I almost beat someone to death, isn’t that chick at fault for striking first?"

Brian shook his head, feeling somewhat wronged, and then rode off on his ’Beast’ motorcycle.

...

The next day.

Considering the Ninja Sect’s vicious methods, Brian still decided to give Old Mangle a call: "Uncle Mangle, how are you doing lately?"

"Just the same, at this age, without kith or kin, just waiting to die every day. I actually wanted to set up a fortune-telling stall, but with the card you gave me to spend at will, life’s been, ah, corrupted!"

While he spoke, sounds of laughter and splashing water could be heard over the phone.

Brian glanced at the sky outside, speechless.

He had never been this ridiculous.

Who in the world indulges in lovers’ frolics underwater early in the morning?

Indeed, men only behave when they’re nailed to the wall.

Seeing the old man sounding safe on the phone and not mentioning any dangers, Brian made small talk for a bit before hanging up.

He figured he might as well give Eliana, the Spider Woman, a call too.

As the first member of his ’Urban Legends’ organization, he was quite concerned about her.

Originally, he wanted to train with Eliana in combat skills whenever possible, but aside from breeding, this spider woman lacked drive for anything else and just wanted to lay flat.

Before her Beastification, Eliana was a fashion model who loved to post her glam shots and work schedule on social media. Now, she resists those jobs that demand self-presentation.

She recently managed to get a job as a waitress, using human skin masks to hide her identity.

She’d turned into a salted-fish spider.

After completing the routine interactions,

Brian took several high-explosive hand grenades, opened the built-in modification storage compartment on his Beast motorcycle, and secured the grenades inside, just in case.

For the sake of aesthetics, the motorcycle had no external storage boxes.

Plus, most of the Beast’s interior space was taken up by the fuel tank, so this storage compartment was very small – it usually held nothing more than a pair of shorts and a shirt. He couldn’t load too many grenades; otherwise, Brian would have to stuff in a hundred or so, and in a critical moment, use the Beast motorcycle as a self-destruct weapon.

If only he had a storage device, he could become a mobile artillery.

With that lingering regret,

Brian arrived at the office building to start the last day of duty for the week.

Tomorrow was his off day.

He planned to take Susan and Shi San out to sea for some fun.

Brian was rather looking forward to seeing Susan in her swimsuit.

...

Considering that tomorrow was a day of rest,

Brian did not have Old Hardenn take the initiative to request cases from the reporting center.

Just let it be.

Ivan and the others were still busy with their case.

Green took the initiative to help out.

After Brian and Susan finished their routine stamping duties, they picked up the landscape painting that had been left under the desk and began to examine it again.

The painting was truly of high quality.

At least Brian could replicate the appearance, but he couldn’t capture the essence hidden within, especially the rhythm hidden in the landscape.

Yes, rhythm.

After observing the painting for a long time, Brian had vaguely understood why the lines in the water, which Old Hardenn referred to as ’Curse Patterns,’ appeared as flowing water in the landscape painting.

It involved a very delicate visual trickery technique.

To the average person, this painting was simply a tasteful landscape.

But to those with strong dynamic vision, the water seemed to flow.

The most magical part was that

the stronger one’s dynamic vision, the more the water’s motion seemed to change.

Brian had tried entering his limit-breaking state to look at the painting, and he faintly sensed that beneath the fluctuating water, something was hidden.

It looked like writing, but he couldn’t make out what it was.

He suspected that only with a certain level of dynamic vision might one see the information hidden beneath the painting.

"It’s a pity Mycroft is dead, and his house was ransacked by NW agents; otherwise, I could’ve asked him about his friend from Hua Country."

Brian regretfully tossed the painting back under the desk.

The more attention it received, the more conspicuous it became; left as it was, even thieves might not find it appealing.

...

At noon.

Brian called out to Shi San and Susan to go eat together.

They arrived at the B6 group’s office building.

Seeing one of the leaders, Susan’s face broke into a smile: "Caroline, how come you have time to drop by today?"

Caroline, Susan’s best friend, pointed towards a group of shorter people behind her with some awkwardness: "Susan, these Japanese people contacted our headquarters, wanting to have an exchange with Brian."

Susan turned her big eyes questioningly towards Brian.

Brian shrugged: "At the London Foreign Affairs Training Camp, I made one of them, some XX Yoshiko, into a dead dog. Not sure if they managed to save her."

"Damn it!"

A Japanese elder glared at Brian: "You bully the weak. Today I will avenge Yoshiko and cut down you, the bastard!"