Since you've so sincerely asked, then I will...

Fang Zong decisively slapped her again, but this time he used Ninth Sister's ability.

He didn't find anything good, and the little look in the bull's head's eyes when it disappeared made him a little embarrassed.

"Sir, 'beat'... not 'beat to death'!"

Leaving behind these words, the head of the ox vanished into thin air, and the underworld began to tremble.

Fang Zong looked around, glancing at the shattered sky and then at the collapsed ground, appreciating the apocalyptic scene before closing his eyes.

The demise of a sealed-off town naturally attracted the attention of the relevant Japanese authorities.

Fang Zong could imagine the tense and terrifying scene of checks in Xiantai City and the surrounding areas a few days, or even just a few hours later.

However, none of this concerned him; he had already boarded the Shinkansen bound for Nishikyo City.

That's right, he's going to the capital of Japan.

Play the "blind spot" game once.

Whenever he takes a car, Fang Zong always prefers the seat right next to the window.

Fang Zong stared out the window, and before he knew it, the vast and open fields, the tall and lush trees and grass, and the faintly visible, rolling mountains had all rushed into view and then sped away in the blink of an eye.

These scenes are like flowing landscapes, seemingly similar, yet each one sparkles with a vibrant beauty.

It's like a slowly unfolding ink painting scroll, always presenting unexpected surprises.

It's so beautiful that Fang Zong had to admit that Japan does a great job in environmental protection.

So he admired it and even felt a little itchy to try it himself.

If you smash all of these, it will feel just like smashing glass bottles or porcelain—super stress-relieving!

Fang Zong also remembered a zombie movie where he went into an Indian brothel and smashed everything. The feeling of satisfaction was indescribable.

So he smiled slightly and continued to 'admire' the scenery.

"Hi, you're so handsome, brother." Someone came over to chat.

She was a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl, very bold, and certainly not someone who was experiencing 'first love'.

The Shinkansen has been running for some time and has entered Nishikyo City, so... Fang Zong has encountered it many times.

Using the Japanese skills he'd learned from the bull's head, he said, "Excuse me, I have a girlfriend."

The girl shook her head: "That's a pity, brother. But does brother need to take care of his physiological needs? I'll give you a special price."

Fang Zong: "...Sorry, I don't need any help."

"free?"

"roll!"

Fang Zong glared at the girl, scaring her away, and then continued looking out the window.

Suddenly his expression changed, and he immediately got off the train upon arrival at the station.

People come and go all around; this small island nation with a population of over 100 million is incredibly densely populated.

Even with a large crowd, they only felt a gust of wind, and no one could see Fang Zong's figure.

Ten minutes later, Fang Zong stopped and patted the person in front of him on the shoulder.

"Fang..." The man turned around, his pale face full of surprise. He instinctively wanted to call out Fang Zong's name, but quickly covered his mouth and asked in a low voice, "Why are you here?"

Fang Zong laughed and said, "Making trouble."

"Fine, I don't care about your military affairs."

Marha chuckled and added, "I'm here to cause trouble too."

"Aren't you going on your honeymoon with your third princess?"

“She kicked me out and said that if I committed suicide, she would commit suicide with me.”

Marha said smugly, then became dejected: "But if I don't become a spirit ghost, I'll never be able to consummate my marriage!"

Fang Zong shrugged, offering no opinion.

In his view, Malha and Pink Lady were a modern version of Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai, destined for tragedy and unable to stay together.

So he asked, "How do you plan to cause trouble?"

Malha raised his chin: "I own two oil fields..." He glanced at Fang Zong, then deflated, but puffed out his chest again: "Even if I only have one oil field, I'm still high-class, of course I'll go to the rich man's place!"

With nothing else to do, Fang Zong followed the Arab prince, treating it as a kind of sightseeing trip.

They also discovered that the so-called "place for the wealthy" was actually an auction house.

The auction house, specializing in high-end goods, is located in Xijing City, near a certain shrine. Fang Zong glanced in the direction of the shrine and noticed more than a dozen auras that filled him with fear. He shook his head, suppressing his destructive urges.

When we went in with Malha, someone in front of us asked us to take off our shoes.

Without saying a word, Fang Zong slapped him across the face.

The other party: "Hi!"

Malha was immediately stunned, watching the waiter stop others from taking off their shoes and completely ignore them, and couldn't help but give the waiter a thumbs up.

Fang Zong shrugged: "I was just playing around."

Inside, it's a tatami-style room, but the space is quite large.

A dozen or so people had gathered, almost all of them without taking off their shoes, while those who had taken off their shoes had obviously been asked to go elsewhere.

Malha asked, his excitement bewildered, "Are they going to cause trouble?"

Fang Zong shook his head, looked to his right, and found that unlike ordinary auctions, there was no introduction and the goods were put on display right away.

"Hehe, this is a more straightforward service for very straightforward people. It doesn't matter if the item doesn't sell; it can just be auctioned off at another auction house. This auction house is really good at this."

Fang Zong smiled and watched the spectacle.

No one bid on the first few items. Clearly, those who dared to defy the auction house's rules must have some skill and look down on low-quality goods.

Starting with the fifth item, things suddenly became lively.

It was a piece of porcelain, and the auctioneer, not daring to get emotional, professionally smiled and said, "This is an item used by Emperor Nakamura during his reign, and it belongs to our great Japan..."

"Shut up, I know it's porcelain from the East, and it's a national treasure of sancai (three-color glazed pottery)."

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