The Supreme Soldier King of the Lady CEO

Chapter 432 - 425 Kameda Shibin_3

"Hi!"

The waiter nodded and exited the private room.

In the private room, on the other end of the sofa, Sonichiro Shochikawa frowned and said, "Lord Zhibin, not only is this boy's gambling technique top-notch, but his own strength is also very formidable, far exceeding mine."

As a Genin from the East, Sonichiro Shochikawa's strength was extremely formidable, and there were very few people who could make him admit defeat.

"That's precisely why I'm just investigating him." Kameda Zhibin took a sip of beer, his expression somewhat solemn.

From the surveillance footage, he had seen the entire scene of Sonichiro Shochikawa's lightning-fast exchange with Ye Huan.

Sonichiro Shochikawa's surprise attack was extremely fast, difficult for the human eye to capture even an afterimage, yet Ye Huan predicted Shochikawa's position with closed eyes, directly pointing a gun at his forehead.

Ye Huan's strength indeed far exceeded that of Sonichiro Shochikawa!

As a Chunin from the East, Kameda Zhibin admitted to himself that he couldn't do better than Ye Huan, and he also realized... he couldn't see through Ye Huan's strength, otherwise, he would have taken action himself to kill Ye Huan.

"Lord Zhibin..." Sonichiro Shochikawa spoke again, as if thinking of something, his expression becoming extremely grave, "It's highly possible that the God of Slaughter is hiding in the Celestial Sea, could this person be..."

Kameda Zhibin slowly shook his head and said, "If he were the God of Slaughter, I wouldn't dare to send someone to investigate him; that would be asking to lose my head. The reason I concluded he isn't the God of Slaughter is because in the Western Dark World, the God of Slaughter is so called because everyone who has provoked his displeasure has invariably died in the Yellow Springs. If he were the God of Slaughter, you who just pointed a gun at him, and you who suddenly attacked him, would both be dead."

nodded, agreeing

since he isn't the God of Slaughter, our money... won't be

Zhibin's eyes, and he gripped the wine glass forcefully, which instantly

mood was very, very

it wasn't until three days ago that the organization had assigned a task for the

the mission, only for it to

and it

entire squad, and he, as the

him a deadline for the mission; if it wasn't completed in three days,

deadline was just two hours away, and there had been no feedback from the

still showed

He wouldn't disobey orders.

commit seppuku,

was extremely upset, with

million from the boxing arena,

to ponder, if the mission truly failed, he

more and more

Five minutes later.