Superhumans of the Dome City
Chapter 348 - 348 64th Decaying Sadness of Old Age Drunkenly Drowning Sorrows Part 2

348: 64th Chapter: Decaying Sadness of Old Age, Drunkenly Drowning Sorrows (Part 2) 348: 64th Chapter: Decaying Sadness of Old Age, Drunkenly Drowning Sorrows (Part 2) The young controller got out of the car early, and the driver changed to the middle-aged Wildfire.

In the past, when Wildfire worked for the Martial Arts Association, he had always driven for Zuiyan.

This proved his loyalty an old ninja, and the position he sat in required not just ability, but character.

The latter was exactly why he had argued with the old man.

“Please,” Zuiyan said from the back seat, accepting the teacup passed by his disciple.

Wildfire’s driving was both fast and stable; even a layperson who was unfamiliar with karate could comfortably drink tea in the car.

“How does working in the skies above Weiyuan City compare to the Ninja Army?

You must have seen many outstanding talents.”

The luxury car sped along the roads of the slums, drawing the attention of the people by the roadside.

The middle-aged man in the driver’s seat remained composed, not at all embarrassed of his mission being discovered.

“As you have said.

Those who work in that city are elites among elites from all countries.

Initially full of pride when I went there, I thought to show them the strength and perseverance of a ninja.

Only after working there for a longer time did I truly understand your teachings: there’s always someone better.”

Wildfire let out an involuntary sigh.

“The powerhouses we regard as symbols of strength are merely seen as consumables to kill time in that city.

The Dragon Species, young yet incredibly powerful, are engaged in never-ending overt and covert battles with the elites.

Biotech accidents and superpower malfunctions are actually a common occurrence, and the demolition and reconstruction of entire districts are not rare…”

The sense of helplessness in the ninja’s tone was identical to when he was younger; it must be a stomachache acting up.

Every ninja gets a stomachache at times, the only difference being that young ninjas show it on their faces, while the mature ones suppress it beneath their calm smiles.

“Heh,” the old ninja sipped his tea, “Did you find your survival value in that hellish workplace?”

“It’s just work.

I follow orders, complete missions.

Aside from the workplace etiquette I need less of, it’s not much different from my time in Weiyuan City…” Wildfire’s words were calm as water, “There’s dirty work everywhere, thus the need for those who operate in the shadows.

Like a tiny cog in a huge machine, I play my part steadily, ready to be replaced at any time.”

“Not really,” the old ninja stared at the cheap bottle of wine, the price on the label double of what he remembered.

“It’s not just as a cog anymore, you’ve also earned trust with your own strength.

Otherwise, they wouldn’t have sent you on this important espionage mission.”

Wildfire, trained to not even show micro-expressions, remained expressionless.

But he couldn’t hide from a ninja skilled at detecting emotions.

“Your initial target was likely Evil Spirit=san, contacting him while he took his old subordinates to Purple Island for an ambush.

That day’s mission report was strange, the planned mass assault became scattered skirmishes for various reasons, and they were unlucky.

It was a good time for separate negotiations, with the aid of the Seven Luminaries Divine Sect, and your fortune-telling abilities, you could seize the opportunity.”

Evil Spirit was thoroughly disappointed with the Martial Arts Association, and only acted out of nostalgia.

The old man had no reason to refuse.

“After that, it wasn’t so simple.

Sakura Dance=san has an ambiguous attitude and a mysterious background, hard to deal with.

Shatter=san doesn’t care about Zero Island or the Ninja Army, but relies on my opinion—you confirmed it in the battle at the great waterfall.

Pure=san is a loyal follower of Lord Shiyu and needs to be eliminated.

While the young ones boast through the city and distract everyone, you continue to reach out to former subordinates in Weiyuan City and lead the young ones to meet with Three Villages=san.”

Zuiyan swirled the bottle, his gaze fixed on the spinning, clear liquor.

“Finally, the existence of the Evil Spirit ninja has come to the surface.

The fact revealed by Pure=san herself is particularly convincing, and an opportunity has arisen.

This contact is a probing battle in advance, followed by the elders learning the situation and requesting to meet with me…

And lastly, you take action again, making a proposal to me on behalf of the will of the Three Great Countries.

That’s the general plan, isn’t it?”

The traffic signal changed color, and the car stopped at the intersection.

For a moment, the teacher and disciple inside the car fell silent, as a dreadlocked street rapper used the guise of singing to spew loud obscenities at the top of his lungs.

“…I can’t hide it from you,” Wildfire said with a heavy sigh.

“Is there anything else you want to say?” Zuiyan’s words were devoid of emotion, “Consider it your final speech, to be buried with your ashes.”

“Yes!” The middle-aged man gripped the steering wheel, his voice was resolute, not like a ninja moving in the shadows, but like a samurai leading a charge.

“Will this year’s Calamity God Festival still be held at Ise Divine Peak?”

“Exactly so.”

“Then this year, we must also offer tributes to the Red Mage!”

Wildfire slammed on the accelerator, the black sedan burst out at the change of the signal, weaving into the slow stream of traffic like a crazed wild horse breaking into a flock of sheep.

“The first year it demanded Qiongge Island.

The second year it took innocent children.

The third year it wanted beloved lovers.

The fourth year it took the western lands and factories…

What about this year?

What has the Red Mage demanded this year?”

The old man’s voice carried an unquestionable authority.

“A ninja who betrays the organization has no right to meddle in national affairs.”

Wildfire slammed his fist on the steering wheel, and the horn blared, irritating the drivers on the roadside, who, upon seeing the luxurious exterior of the vehicle, swallowed their anger and bowed their heads in silent submission.

“Is it a national affair to offer tributes silently to the wicked, Master!

Is it a national affair to let the wicked devour the lives of the citizens?!”

Zuiyan’s words were filled with deeply suppressed anger, “The Calamity God Festival must be performed on time, and correctly, don’t you understand?

This country is hanging by a thread over an abyss, and that delicate thread might snap any year!”