A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 1103

Chapter 1103 Samurai

In the Warriors Alliance of Jadeborough, Zion stood before five katana-wielding samurais who were dressed in kimonos.

They were the assassins sent by the Watanabe family from Jetroina.

Being Eighth Level Martial Arts Grandmasters, every one of their expressions was cold and haughty.

“These are the men sent by the Watanabe family, President Zeigler,” Warren reported. “I did not dare send them forth since I don’t have any news on Jared for the past few days. Moreover, the Department of Justice has people all over the place looking for them.”

Zion studied the assassins sent by the Watanabe family, and a sudden smirk of disdain spread across his lips.

“Despite all I’ve heard about the Watanabe family’s influence in Jetroina, I can’t believe they’ve only sent five men of such quality here. Is this a reflection of their power?”

Zion was highly doubtful that the five assassins, who were only Eighth Level Martial Arts Grandmasters, would be able to kill Jared.

Although Eighth Level Martial Arts Grandmaster was only a step away from Top Level, the difference in power between the two was immense.

The same could be said for Top Level Martial Arts Grandmaster, who was only half a step away from half Martial Arts Marquis, but their respective powers were worlds apart.

And half Martial Arts Marquis to Martial Arts Marquis was a different level altogether.

A Martial Arts Marquis would be qualified enough to run his own sect in Jadeborough.

“F*ck you!” One of the samurais burst out as he glared at Zion. “The Watanabe family has many Grandmasters. There is no need to mobilize our best fighters just to kill an insignificant Chanaean.”

Smack!

With a wave of Zion’s arm, a burst of energy struck the samurai’s face and sent him flying backward from the impact.

“Were it not for me, you would have all gone to prison by now!” Zion thundered. “How dare you talk back to me?”

He did not take them too seriously as they were only a handful of Eighth Level Martial Arts Grandmasters.

“Heed my words!” Yamato growled, his scowl frightening to behold. “I don’t care how powerful the Watanabe family is in Jetroina. We are on Chanaean soil right now. Restrain yourselves if you want to return home alive. Don’t lose your lives here before completing your mission.”

The samurais from Jetroina were so fearful they did not even dare breathe. As powerful as the Watanabe family was, they did not dare go against their government officials. Yamato, being the envoy of Jetroina, afforded them no place for disrespect.

“Yes, sir!” the samurais replied hastily as one.

“There’s no need for you to punish them for my sake, Mr. Namura. Anyway, I have completed the matter you asked of me. You can take them away now.”

Zion had borne considerable risk in smuggling the assassins into the country and would very much like to get rid of the hot potatoes at that moment.

It wasn’t until Yamato took the men away did Zion finally heave a sigh of relief.

“I hope you would keep an eye out on Jared’s whereabouts, President Zeigler,” Yamato said cordially. “After all, you want nothing more than to kill him as well, am I right?”

Zion waved an arm. “How would I know where Jared is? You should conduct your own investigation.”