Superhumans of the Dome City
Chapter 235 - 235 12 Emergency Meeting

235: Chapter 12 Emergency Meeting 235: Chapter 12 Emergency Meeting · From the Qiluo app notification ·

(*°▽°)ノ Conveying today’s reality of Zero Island to you.

The shadow ruler of Zero Island is the Martial Arts Association, while the public governing body is formed by a coalition of seven local mega-corporations, collectively known as the Giant Union.

Its President also serves as the Prime Minister of Zero Island.

However, the Martial Arts Association, along with the Samurai and Ninja behind it, would not simply watch the merchants grow too powerful.

After a long period of overt and covert struggles, Zero Island has now reached a stable balance of power, and ordinary citizens can live their days in peace…presumably.

·

The car’s headlights merged with the brightly colored streets, the sleek black luxury car sped through the alleys at a speed well above the limit, heading straight for Weiyuan City’s landmark building, Jiushijiu Tower.

The night lights of Weiyuan City shone brightly.

[Yucun Pharmaceutical serving your health][The latest album from the super popular idol Xingli][Biotechnology is the new star of the era][Tonight at 21:00, the broadcast of Super Mobile Ninja Battle Legend]…

Compelling advertising slogans illuminated by the neon lights almost rendered the street lamps beside the streets meaningless.

Searchlights on top of the skyscrapers tore through the night sky, forcing the darkness that lost its hiding place on the ground to retreat helplessly from the air.

The metallic exterior of Jiushijiu Tower glowed brilliantly under the light, and a tipsy office worker just out of an izakaya raised his hand, toasting the tall tower: “Damn!

A 10% cut in overtime pay again!”

His mind fogged by alcohol, he stumbled unsteadily, suddenly tripping and falling into the roadway.

The drunkard looked up in a daze, as the howling wind and noise rushed towards him, an opulent sedan traveling at an insanely high speed was about to crush his head!

“aieeee!” The office worker screamed in terror, but couldn’t manage to rise; his life was about to end here.

“aieeee——!” The screaming intensified, yet he felt no pain.

Was he already dead?

The office worker opened his eyes and saw only the tail lights of the sedan fading away.

“Lord of God…

Lord of God bless me…” he swore to himself that he would never dare to complain about overtime pay again; this must be karmic retribution.

But the drunkard had thanked the wrong entity; he should have been grateful not to the hidden Lord of God but to the Ninja gripping the steering wheel in the driver’s seat.

·

Idiot!

Yamaoka cursed silently; with any typical driver, your head would be minced under the tires!

People who don’t cherish their lives deserve to be run over!

Even so, thanks to his Ninja reflexes, Yamaoka had managed to avoid the drunkard in time.

The price for the abrupt lane change was a jolt inside the car, causing Yamaoka to break into a cold sweat as he remembered his superior was drinking tea in the back seat.

“My sincerest apologies, Zuiyan-san!” Surely he wouldn’t be expected to cut off a finger to apologize.

“No harm done.” Zuiyan’s tea cup was so steady, not a single drop had spilled over the rim, truly befitting a Soul Cutting Level superior!

The diminutive Ninja then added, “It reminds me of Wildfire-san.”

Wildfire, an unheard-of name.

Perhaps an old subordinate of Zuiyan-san?

Or, could it be a rival Ninja… Yamaoka didn’t know how to continue the conversation and cautiously remarked, “It’s an honor to be reminded of the past.”

”It’s all in the past.” Zuiyan looked out the window, where the reverse-moving neon lights blurred like dreamy firelight.

In just a few exchanges, the luxury car had entered the parking lot beneath Jing Tower.

Yamaoka used the flashing car lights to send a secret signal, and a concealed door, like part of the wall, opened, taking them to a secret area reserved for the Martial Arts Association.

Yamaoka parked and respectfully opened the car door for his superior.

“We have arrived at our destination, Zuiyan-san.” “Mm, there are quite a few Thousand Refinement Level Ninjas on the 20th floor.” Yamaoka was overjoyed, interpreting his superior’s hint as an opportunity to build work relationships with other Ninjas.

Mutual support is indispensable in any workplace, which is also true for Ninjas.

With friends, one could climb even higher!

“Much appreciated.”

Zuiyan changed the topic: “But the evasive maneuver while driving seemed too obvious.

Your karate practice is lacking, Yamaoka-san.

You shall stay here and practice the basics.”

”…Delighted to!” Yamaoka bowed deeply until his superior entered the elevator, and then he started practicing karate earnestly by the car.

During this, he saw several cars parking nearby, from which emerged well-known Ninjas even he recognized.

Several Ninjas laughed upon seeing him.

It’s over!

The tea-clothed Ninja screamed internally.

A social death in actual society.

Don’t tell me they’ll start calling me “Parking Lot Yamaoka”!

·

Jiushijiu Tower, at the very top.

Zuiyan stood before a screen adorned with shuriken and group fans, the luxurious screen sliding open automatically.

He was greeted by a bright hall with bookshelves in place of walls.

Countless books of different colors filled every inch of the shelves, instilling an even greater sense of sanctity than a library, making even the most disrespectful brute hold his breath in such a solemn atmosphere.

In the center of the hall was a long table, inscribed with the mysterious and profound Emblem of the Martial Arts Association, unique to them: a shuriken and group fan.

An elderly, stooped figure sat at the head of the table, flipping through an aged book.

“Domo, Lord Shanqi.” Zuiyan greeted calmly.

“You’re the earliest again, Zuiyan,” Shanqi Xian’s voice was deep and hardly breathed power while speaking.

“Stay behind after the meeting.”

”It will be my pleasure.”

Two chairs were placed to the left and right of the elderly Shanqi, with four more gathered around the opposite end of the long table, the positions for the Ninja Army Leaders.

In front of each meeting participant’s seat was freshly brewed hot tea.

Zuiyan took his place, silently waiting for others to arrive.