After leaving the police station, Hayato directly hailed a taxi.
He headed towards the address on the paper.
Suzuki Taro's location was in an old apartment building in the suburbs near the City.
In less than 20 minutes, he had already reached his destination.
Hayato got out of the car and scanned the apartment building in front of him.
The apartment building was quite old, built at least 10 years ago.
According to the address, Suzuki Taro should be on the 3rd floor of this apartment building.
"Hopefully, my luck isn't too bad."
Hayato muttered softly.
If this Suzuki Taro wasn't the one he was looking for, it meant the other party had changed his name and hidden elsewhere.
It would be troublesome to find this guy.
Hayato thinking this, directly took the elevator up to the third floor.
Just as he reached the 3rd floor, Hayato's expression suddenly changed, and his gaze turned towards a room at the end of the left side.
Faintly, a chilling aura that made one's hair stand on end emanated from within the room.
Although the aura was weak and undetectable by ordinary people,
But to him, who was also a cultivator, it was as dazzling as a bright lamp in the dark night.
Moreover, he was very familiar with this aura; the Headhunter he had killed also possessed the same aura.
That nauseating smell, as if something biological was rotting and stinking.
Only those Headhunters who often practiced evil methods would have such an aura.
These two guys were truly worthy of being fellow disciples; even the smell on their bodies was exactly the same.
Hayato slightly narrowed his eyes.
He hadn't expected his luck to be so good, finding this guy so easily.
This, indeed, saved him a lot of trouble.
After all, if he couldn't find him here either, then he would have to use the most stupid method and search through the entire Japan.
Fortunately, things weren't developing in the worst direction.
Hayato walked straight over.
Standing in front of the door, he lightly pressed the doorbell.
Ding-dong!
After the doorbell rang.
Not long after, footsteps came from inside the room.
"Who is it?"
A slightly questioning voice came from inside the room.
It was clear this guy was a cautious person.
"I'm delivering a package, sir. Your package has arrived."
Hayato remained patient and said with a smile.
He was silent for a moment.
He seemed to be thinking about something.
Soon, the man's voice came from inside the room again.
"Did you deliver it to the wrong place? I haven't bought any packages recently."
Hayato slightly narrowed his eyes, a hint of impatience flashing in his eyes, but he still patiently said slowly.
"The package says Mr. Suzuki, and the location is right here. Sir, please come out quickly to sign for it."
"I still have other packages to deliver."
"That's not right, my packages never have my last name written on them."
The voice inside the room became more puzzled, even showing suspicion.
Bang!
With a sudden loud bang, the sturdy door was directly shattered by a punch.
As the lingering dust dispersed.
A fist covered with a faint layer of golden light passed through the door and directly grabbed the neck of the middle-aged man behind the door.
"When I tell Hayato to open the door, Hayato open the door."
"Stop talking nonsense."
Hayato looked at the man with a face full of disbelief through the large hole in the door.
Compared to being so long-winded, he indeed preferred this simple and direct method.
"Who are Hayato? Have I offended Hayato?"
Feeling the terrifying oppressive force emanating from that thin body, Suzuki Taro suddenly felt a sense of suffocation.
Although the Monk in front of him looked ordinary, the aura he inadvertently emitted left him with no courage to resist.
He felt like an ant that could be crushed to death at any moment.
It seemed that as long as this young man in front of him gently waved his hand, he would be killed here.
So young, why did he have such terrifying strength?
Could he be the heir of some hidden force?
The terror in Suzuki Taro's heart was inexpressible.
He didn't know what he had done to provoke such a troublesome enemy.
"You didn't offend me, but you offended someone you shouldn't have."
"Meeting This humble monk is just your bad luck."
Hayato said lightly.
His other free hand gently tore, and the entire door ripped open easily, as if it were made of paper.
He stepped into the room from outside the door.
His gaze swept across the cramped, dark room.
The decoration was simple, the most common Japanese style.
All the curtains in the entire room were drawn, blocking out any sunlight.
A few candles were lit in the corner of the room, their dim flames flickering, making the entire room appear even more eerie.
This house didn't look like a place for people to live; it looked more like a tomb.
Sure enough, these Headhunters are all mentally ill.
Instead of living in a perfectly good place, they insist on living in such a gloomy place.
Hayato shook his head, his gaze falling on Suzuki Taro, who dared not resist in his hand.
He had a typical Southeast Asian face, looking like a mixed-race person.
And the name Suzuki Taro also confirmed his guess.
Thinking of his purpose, Hayato didn't bother to hide anything and went straight to the point.
"Do you remember a Woman named Yamada Yumi?"
The moment the name Yamada Yumi left his mouth, Hayato saw the man in his hand trembling all over, and a hint of almost imperceptible fear flashed in his eyes.
Seeing this, Hayato knew he hadn't found the wrong person.
If this man didn't know Yamada Yumi, why would he react so strongly to her name?
Therefore, this guy must be the person he was looking for.
"I don't know any Yamada Yumi; I've never even heard of her."
Looking at Suzuki Taro, who was trembling but still trying to argue forcefully, Hayato didn't bother with pleasantries.
He directly reached out to knock him unconscious.
Whether he was the one or not, everything would naturally be revealed once he brought him before Yamada Yumi.
Sensing Hayato's action, a fierce look flashed in Suzuki Taro's eyes.
The next second, a gust of cold wind blew, and a hideous, distorted Specter instantly emerged from the corner, lunging towards Hayato.
"Go to hell, Monk!"
Suzuki Taro's face was full of malice; he originally didn't want to fight with this Monk.
After all, the aura emanating from Hayato, as well as his unfathomable strength, made him feel apprehensive.
With his strength, he didn't have absolute certainty that he could defeat this guy.
Moreover, even if he did win, he would likely be hunted down by the forces behind him.
So he wanted to see if there was any misunderstanding between them.
However, since this guy knew the Woman's name.
Then he couldn't hold back.
Knowing that Woman's name, no matter what the relationship was, this Monk had to die.
Otherwise, he would be the one to suffer.
"Such a trivial trick, yet you dare to show off before an expert?"
Glancing out of the corner of his eye at the Specter fluttercoming from behind, Hayato's face showed a hint of nonchalant mockery.
Swish!
In an instant, the Monk's robe on his body radiated Buddha light.
The powerful magic power directly shattered the Specter pouncing from behind.
"Do you have any other tricks? If not, This humble monk will make his move."
After instantly purifying the Specter, Hayato's gaze fell on Suzuki Taro's stunned face.
Magic tool!
Suzuki Taro's face was filled with disbelief; this Monk actually had a magic tool on him?
One must know that even his master only had a magic tool refined through evil methods.
This Monk actually had such a pure Buddhism magic tool on him.
What was this guy's background?
Suzuki Taro felt a rare sense of panic in his heart.