Chapter 136
Tokyo, Japan
Imperial Luxury Building
"Heed my warning and leave Kita Yasuhiro alone. Otherwise, you will regret it and so will your master,” Will warned before ending the feed and the monitors and screen went blue.
All of the hard drives were wiped remotely, data was secured, and the servers on site were overheating and would be wiped in ten minutes.
Ryo shook her head then turned on her heels and headed across the warehouse and out the door.
Outside, the Four Horseman were on their knees on the ground with their hands on their heads. Armed guards had them all at gunpoint.
Ryo looked at them. “Apparently you didn’t heed Daddy’s warning,” she mused before pulling free the wakizashi strapped across her back under her jacket.
Pale Horse looked at her with wide eyes. “Amano Ryoko with wakizashi of the samurai when she is anything an honorable samurai,” they said, tears staining their cheeks.
“Are you narrating for a reason?” Ryo asked, amused.
Pale Horse glared at the amused woman. “Amano Ryoko with wakizashi of the samurai,” they repeated.
Red Horse sniveled. “Amano Ryoko with wakizashi of the samurai,” they said.
“Amano Ryoko with wakizashi of the samurai,” Black Horse said, flipping her off.
“Amano Ryoko with wakizashi of the samurai,” White Horse stammered, tears staining their cheeks.
Such strange action would have told the amused woman something, but as with everything when it pertained to William Lee, it went over her head.
“Yes, it will be,” Ryo amusingly agreed, “but you can call me Izanami no mikoto.” She expertly spun the short blades around in her hands, moving quickly, slicing and slashing each hacker’s throat as she went.
Their cries and screams fading as quickly as they started.
The four fell to the ground, blood profusely flowing from lethal slashes across their throats. They gasped and choked, bloody bubbles gurgling from their mouths and noses, peppering the amused woman’s shoes with blood.
“And it is Ryo, not Amano Ryoko, and you would not know honor even if you were trained in the temples. Gather their heads to send as a warning,” she instructed, sheathing her blades then turned on her heels and headed to her waiting car. “Looks like Daddy’s going to need some new children to play with,” she mused with a smile, unconcerned with the arterial spray covering her hands and face...
Or with the war she just started without realizing it.
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