After Alaska had vented his anger by biting the division commander's wife into pieces, he obediently squatted in front of Banxia, ​​looking at her with his gentle, moist eyes.

Banxia patted its head: "Do you want to come with me?"

Alaska was indeed very clever; upon hearing this, she nodded cautiously.

This human saved it, so they must like it, right?

Banxia hesitated for two seconds: "I also have a little dog at home that's very close to me. It gets jealous easily, so I have to get its permission."

Seeing Alaska's head hang low in disappointment, she couldn't bear it and added, "Did you see the people who were talking to me just now? They're my friends, if you'd like..."

The Alaskan Malamute shook its head firmly; it would not trust anyone except the human in front of it who would heal its wounds and avenge it.

“Then you can eat and rest here first,” Banxia said, taking out a bag of dog food and a clean plastic bowl. “I’ll take you back home to ask your dog’s wishes as soon as I finish interrogating the bad guy.”

Although this Alaskan Malamute is very well-behaved and intelligent, the gold that she raised is more important.

Banxia settled the puppy, found a camera in her spatial storage, placed it in a hidden corner, and turned it on. In case any big news came out during the interrogation, this would be the evidence.

She pulled a chair from her spatial storage, sat down, and used vines to pull Zhu Yi and his grandson to her side, then splashed them with ice water. Perhaps because she had absorbed too much life force from Zhu Yi, he showed no reaction, but the older, white-haired man awoke. He didn't immediately check his own condition, but instead looked around for someone.

Banxia gently reminded her, "Don't look around, your grandson is right here."

She pointed with her chin at Zhu Yi, who was standing on the ground with gray hair and a body as thin as a dried-up skeleton.

"Ah!" The white-haired old man cried out urgently, his hands trembling as he touched Zhu Yi's face. He couldn't believe that the old man in front of him, who looked older than himself, was actually his grandson, who was only in his twenties.

But they had no choice but to believe it, because the two of them had the exact same birthmark!

Banxia waited listlessly for him to finish confirming: "Your grandson is not dead, and may even regain his youth, but that depends on your performance."

Fearing the old man wouldn't believe her, she used the vines to inject some energy into Zhu Yi, making his complexion slightly better.

The white-haired old man glared fiercely at Banxia, ​​but knowing that his and his grandson's lives were entirely in the hands of the man before him, with no room for resistance, he said with a humiliated expression, "I can confess anything you want to know, but I want you to swear that you will spare my grandson's life afterward!"

Banxia looked at the white-haired old man who was trying to bargain with her in surprise: "You're not young anymore, how can you be so naive? Aren't you afraid that I'll agree to let your grandson go on my word, but then secretly kill him afterwards? I advise you to confess quickly, so you don't suffer for nothing!"

“You’re right, I don’t believe your empty promises,” the white-haired old man seemed confident. “So I want you to swear to the God of Wealth that if you break your oath, you will be poor and destitute for the rest of your life, with nowhere to turn.”

What a vicious oath!

Banxia's eyebrows twitched violently: "Believe it or not, I'll kill you and your grandson right now?"

"I'm not a rabbit! I'm Sakura!" the white-haired old man said urgently. "Don't you want to know why I, as Sakura, have infiltrated the high-ranking officials, and what my purpose is?"

Banxia's inner bloodline awakened instantly. Little Sakura, whom everyone wanted to kill, curled her lips into a bloodthirsty smile: "I promise to swear, but if you dare lie to me, I'll infiltrate the base and slaughter your entire family. Do you know the Xin family? They all died by my hand!"

After saying that, he raised his hand and swore an oath.

The white-haired old man trembled when he heard the words "Xin family". How could he not know the Xin family? In fact, when he found out, he was so frightened that he urgently added twenty bodyguards to his home, just in case the ruthless murderer attacked his family!

He had guessed that the killer was an international mercenary, a retired soldier, an assassin, or some mysterious unknown creature, but he never expected it to be a young girl!

The white-haired old man dared not play any tricks this time, fearing that he would anger Banxia and cause his whole family to suffer a terrible fate. He honestly confessed: "Have you ever heard of the 'Country Change Plan'? My parents abandoned me at the gate of an orphanage when I was born..."

Sakura's homeland is actually a large island that is prone to natural disasters such as earthquakes and tsunamis. Many Sakura believe that the island will one day be submerged by the sea and sink to the bottom of the ocean. They believe that the most ideal place to live is the vast and resource-rich Rabbit Country.

Therefore, as early as the 14th century, someone proposed a "country swap plan". The war of aggression was the specific implementation of this plan. Of course, thanks to the efforts of countless passionate rabbits, Sakura did not succeed.

After its defeat in the war, its methods of change have been continuously permeating various aspects, including politics, economics, culture, and history.

They artificially create orphans to whitewash their identities, then secretly take them back when they are too young to understand, brainwash and turn them into rebels multiple times, and then send them into various industries to steal intelligence.

Holding controlling stakes in multiple industries including electronics, food, medical care, elderly care, and daily necessities, squeezing the survival space of local brands;

They established wholly-owned schools in major cities, prohibiting rabbits from entering, and even the staff were all Sakura (a type of cherry blossom).

Controlling hundreds of online platforms and manipulating public opinion;

It exports a large number of anime and film works, worships war criminals, distorts history, holds the Little Cherry Blossom Festival in the Rabbit Country, and has long sponsored well-known figures in the cultural and media circles.

...

The white-haired old man is one of the Sakuras whose identities have been cleared. He is cunning and has his own kind to cover for him, so he has not revealed any flaws over the years. He has even secretly promoted many of his own kind to higher positions.

Banxia felt a surge of anger rising to her head after hearing this. Although she had seen news reports about it before, she was young at the time and her energy was exhausted from studying, so she forgot about it and didn't pay much attention to it. She never expected that Sakura's infiltration would be so serious!

She commanded, "Write down the list of cherry blossoms you know!"

The white-haired old man refused: "My great empire..."

Banxia sneered: "Your great empire has long been flooded, and now only you stinking insects in the gutter are left to survive."

The white-haired old man was so angry he almost vomited blood: "You, you..."

"What do you mean, 'what do you mean, 'what do you mean, 'I won't talk,' I'll come to your house and kidnap someone right now. Have you ever heard of slow slicing, skinning, turning into a human pig, or castration..."

"No! You can't!" The white-haired old man was filled with grief and indignation, wishing he could skin her alive and eat her flesh. "Isn't the Rabbit Country supposed to be a land of civilization and etiquette? How could you do such a cruel thing?"

"Oh, this is my personal behavior. What does it have to do with the Rabbit Country?" Banxia threw the pen and paper to the white-haired old man. "I'll give you three minutes. If you still don't write it down, or dare to fool me, I'll subject your family to every punishment I know dozens or hundreds of times."

She lashed the white-haired old man's hand with her whip, then used her supernatural power to heal him, and said with malice, "That's the good thing about wood-type supernatural powers. One minute you've tortured someone to the point of barely breathing, and the next you can heal them. You can do this over and over again until you get tired of it."