<h4>Chapter 1601 Constantine</h4>


    Luke took a sip of his tea and said, “First of all, you got my name wrong. Secondly, what are you afraid of?”


    Pale, the red-haired girl bowed. “May I know your name?”


    Luke: “Constantine.”


    The red-haired girl immediately stood straight and lowered her head. “I’m sorry, Mr. Constantine. It’s my fault for misunderstanding your identity. Please give me a chance to exin.”


    Luke tapped his teacup and said, “Let’s talk about thatter. Now, tell me why you’re so scared of me.”


    The red-haired girl struggled inwardly, but her mouth moved involuntarily. “Because I can sense the aura of death from you. It’s warning me that if I piss you off, you won’t hesitate to kill me.”


    She couldn’t help but be stunned. Her Death Sense was her biggest secret. Why had she revealed it?


    Luke raised an eyebrow. He was suddenly interested, and asked, “And now?”


    The red-haired girl was bewildered, but she quickly replied, “No, I can’t feel it anymore.”


    Luke was surprised. This ability was quite interesting. It was simr to his sense of danger, but also a little different?


    Pondering for a moment, he asked, “What about the range of your perception? Is it limited to you as the target?”


    The red-haired girl shook her head. “No, I can sense it from both the killer and the one about to die. It’s just that it’s more obvious when I am thetter.”


    Luke was surprised. Wasn’t this simr to his ability to foresee danger?


    Thinking that, he gestured at the seat opposite him. “Have a seat.”


    The red-haired girl took a deep breath and sat down obediently. She then looked at this “devil king killer” who poured her a cup of tea and ced it in front of her. “Have some tea, and then exin why you’re here.”


    The red-haired girl’s expression changed as she took a sip of her tea.


    The feeling she had right now was even worse than when she had been submerged in the aura of death.


    The aura of death was at most a warning that someone might die, but the way she was acting like a puppet now was even more terrifying than death.


    After a sip of tea, however, she started to tell him what happened.


    As it turned out, the girl in the white dress was Young Miss Mariko of the Yashida family, and one of the five people who hade in earlier was Mariko’s fiance, Noburo Mori, who was the Minister of Justice in Japan.


    The Yashida family’s background was easy to look up. Luke simply had Pris search the database, and a lot of relevant information appeared. This family wasn’t as famous as other financial groups like Sony and Mitsui, but it was still one of the top financial groups in Japan with assets worth tens of billions of dors.


    It wasn’t as famous around the world as Sony, but it had enough power in Japan. Otherwise, the Young Miss Yashida wouldn’t be qualified to be engaged to the Minister of Justice.


    The red-haired girl was called Yukio. She was an orphan who had been adopted by the family.


    On the surface, she was Young Miss Mariko’s sister, but she was actually a female “goon” of the family.


    <b>was</b>


    Last night, Luke had killed two of the Yashida family’s bodyguards, and they had gotten someone to investigate his background.


    In the end, they found a lead through the chopsticks and food boxes, and found the roadside stall.


    The other party called their attention to Boogeyman John Wick, and Yukio then realized that Luke was indeed a little simr to the Boogeyman.


    He was like a John Wick who was 20 years younger and had undergone cosmetic surgery.


    More importantly, he had stabbed two bodyguards with his chopsticks, while John Wick had once killed three hitmen with a pencil.


    There was a certain degree of simrity in their looks and techniques. Coupled with Yukio’s Death Sense, there was a high chance that Luke was John Wick.


    After all, it wasn’t likely that someone who was purely a match in looks and methods would have killed so many people.


    If he had really killed so many people, there would be no need for him to use this appearance and methods.


    Luke was lost for words.


    Actually, he could’ve stabbed those two guys to death with just his finger.


    He had just been unhappy that a bunch of viins had disturbed him while he was eating his takoyaki, so he had simply stuck his chopsticks in them.


    If Luke had been holding a knife, fork or even a toothpick, he would’ve done the same thing.


    For abat master with Elementary Precision, killing someone with any sort of object was just a basic operation.


    Unless it was absolutely necessary, he really wouldn’t use any lethal weapons.


    Was the bald cook from the food stall really from the High Table? That was quite the coincidence.


    As he mulled over the bald cook, Yukio’s face started to turn pale again, and her entire body shook. Again! Why did he suddenly want to kill someone for no reason?


    This time, Luke was very quick to react and immediately stopped thinking about the bald cook.


    This “high-ranking informant” was answering all his questions – if he scared her into sh*tting her pants, the other party would have to change clothes, and Luke would have to switch locations.


    It would be best not to waste time like that.


    He gestured for the other party to have some tea and calm down as he mulled over Yukio’s ability.


    There were pros and cons of being too sensitive.


    If the probe was too excessive, the user might be tortured half to death by their own ability.


    It was simr to when Luke first obtained Sharp Nose and had been on duty at Stark Expo.


    After drinking a few mouthfuls of hot tea, Yukio finally recovered a little and began to talk.


    When she saw Luke earlier, she had thought for a moment that Luke was here for someone rted to Mariko.


    For a legendary hitman like the Boogeyman toe to Japan, it seemed that he was here to kill someone.


    The fact that she wasn’t dead meant that she wasn’t the target.


    Mariko wasn’t dead either, so she wasn’t the target.


    Looking at it this way, the most likely target right now was — Mariko’s father, Shingen.


    He was also Yukio’s father in name, or rather, her teacher.


    After thinking for a few minutes, she had finally snuck out to sound out Luke’s intentions.


    Luke curled his lip when he heard Yukio mention her godfather. This kid seemed to hate her godfather!


    Conversely, she really didn’t have any ill feelings toward her godsister. But it was easy to figure out why.


    On the surface, Mariko was a young miss who didn’t need to worry about food and drink, but she was actually just a high-level “tool.” Wasn’t she being used to rope in the Minister of Justice?


    ording to the files that Luke had just checked, Minister Mori was 45, and already had a 15-year-old daughter.


    Mariko was only 20 years old. She hadn’t even had a boyfriend yet, and was already going to be given to a middle-aged man whose wife had just died.


    For Yukio, this was worse than being a goon.


    Luke understood why she hadn’t informed the Yashida family yet, but hade to sound him out first.


    She wanted to hear him say that his target was Shingen Yashida.


    He tapped the rim of the teacup lightly and sighed inwardly.


    Japanese society stressed the importance of hierarchy, and subordinates had to obey their superiors. It was only right for veterans to reprimand newbies, and the newbies could only endure it obediently.


    But deep in their bones, they highly admired super fierce people who could “subdue” the top levels, and they looked forward to the day when they could be such fierce people.