The deputy nodded and immediately reported to his superior.
Your frequent return to the Black Country, Mo Huasong, can only mean certain death. The deputy cursed to himself.
Mo Huasong had killed so many of their nation's ninjas; not just the authorities but even the upper echelons of the Ninja World were out for his head.
Upon entering the boundaries of the Black Country, Mo Huasong didn't rush, but instead returned to the same small town he visited last time, to the same room he reserved with money.
The room was still vacant, after all, the reservation was supposed to last until tomorrow.
After entering the room, Mo Huasong didn't rush, instead asking the waiter to prepare some food.
The waiter, oblivious to anything amiss, hurried to fulfil the request of the guest asking for food.
Mo Huasong rewarded him with some black coins he'd recovered from the ninja's body, he swiftly hustled away, delighted with the tip.
"Come on, if you have the guts, bomb me," Mo Huasong sneered.
