After calming everyone down, Qi An carried the two unconscious foreigners out to prevent them from soiling the clean place.
In a secluded spot outside the museum, Qi An woke the two up and then pulled out a knife.
Without uttering a single wasted word, he raised his knife and chopped off the two thieves' hands first, then slit their throats one by one.
Finally, Qi An hung the bodies of the two foreign devils atop the museum gate.
Qi An stood at the entrance, looking at the magnificent museum under the night sky, when suddenly an idea came to him.
A flash of red light, and the museum's original name disappeared.
Qi An waved his hand and gave the person a new name.
He clapped his hands and asked Fugui, "How was my divination?"
After seeing the museum's new name, Fugui couldn't help but burst out laughing.
"Well done, brilliantly revised. It has to be my sister An'an, she's got a straight spine."
This world-famous museum, originally named the British Museum, was renamed by Qi An...
British Museum of Lost Goods.
"Alright, let's wait for the war to start tomorrow."
Qi An returned to exhibition hall 33 and restored some of the most severely damaged cultural relics.
In particular, the masterpiece "Admonitions of the Instructress to the Court Ladies" was divided into several parts, just like the dragon-patterned wall.
Ironically, three of the British Museum's ten most prized possessions are from China, including this Admonitions Scroll.
Fu Gui was heartbroken. How could those idiots bring themselves to steal something so valuable?
In response, Qi An said, "It's not that we don't care about our own children, but try letting them smash the crown that their king was crowned with."
Little Jade Pot asked her, "Sister A-Jiu, where did you go just now? What happened to those two bad guys?"
Qi An touched her plump and lovely body and replied with a smile, "I talked to them and told them to be good people in the future."
Fu Gui: "..."
It's better to be a good ghost.
The next day, a scream rang out in front of the museum.
The foreigner's body was discovered by the people who came to relieve the shift, and they almost fainted from fright.
The museum's senior management gathered at the main entrance early in the morning and first lashed out at the two corpses that had been found.
When the curator discovered the museum's new name, he flew into a rage.
Who did it?
That's outrageous.
This is the first time someone has so blatantly slapped their empire in the face; they must find this audacious culprit.
He ordered his staff to quickly remove the name that was being used to insult their ancestors, but strangely, they couldn't remove it no matter what they tried.
Even if you scrape it off with a file, it will return to its original state after a while.
Even covering it with something won't work; it'll fall off within a minute.
The new name that Qi Laoda came up with was firmly placed in the most conspicuous position in the museum.
Proclaim to everyone who comes here, "Look, all the treasures inside were stolen and robbed from other people's homes by our bandit ancestors."
The higher-ups were so worried they wanted to bang their heads against the wall.
How could we allow anyone to visit such a scandal? The empire cannot afford to lose face like this.
If their superiors find out, they'll all be in trouble.
Therefore, the museum was closed immediately and temporarily suspended from receiving visitors.
The curator and his entourage entered the museum to investigate. When they passed by exhibition hall number 33, they were stopped by a woman in red.
Everyone was startled. Where did this woman come from?
Then came another round of chatter.
Qi An had spent the whole night repairing the damaged cultural relics and was already in a bad mood. Hearing them speaking in a bird language only made him more annoyed.
He clenched his fists and went up to smash them, beating a group of pampered old men until they were crawling on the ground, teeth knocked out.
Before the bodyguards could even draw their guns, they were knocked unconscious by fists so fast they couldn't be seen with the naked eye.
Qi An stepped on the curator's chest: "Can you speak human language?"
The curator understood her words and awkwardly asked, "Who...who are you?"
Thinking of her inhuman skills just now, the curator looked terrified: "You're the murderer?"
Qi An kicked the curator in the face: "How dare you talk like that? This is self-defense. If a thief broke into your house to steal things, wouldn't you shoot?"
The curator, who was screaming in pain while covering his face, immediately understood.
It turns out that the two dead men were trying to steal cultural relics, which is why this terrifying woman chopped off their hands and slit their throats.
But why did she want to protect the artifacts in exhibition hall 33?
"You are...a person sent by Country Z?"
Qi An gave a sinister smile: "Who told you I'm human?"
The next second, the dragon patterns on both sides of her cheeks suddenly appeared, and the dragon's roar echoed in the empty hall.
The curator rolled his eyes and was about to faint when Qi An stepped on his foot and woke him up.
He asked, trembling, "What do you want to do?"
“Go and tell the people in your country who have authority to respectfully return all of Z country’s cultural relics to their homeland, or I’ll let you experience firsthand what it means to regret it.”
The staff waiting outside were hesitant to go in and see what was happening when the museum doors suddenly opened.
Then, they saw the leaders who had gone in, along with their bodyguards, and dozens of others, fly out one after another and crash into a pile in front of the gate.
The door slammed shut.
Everyone hurriedly and frantically rushed the leaders, who had been bruised and unconscious, to the hospital.
They wondered what had happened inside that prevented so many bodyguards from even issuing a warning.
After the curator woke up, he immediately reported the incident.
After being thoroughly humiliated, the curator no longer had any intention of covering up the matter and resolving it himself.
That monster was beyond his ability to handle.
He'd rather lose face than lose his life.
But that woman was being far too unrealistic.
Want the Empire to return those spoils of war? Dream on!
The museum has been closed off, and people are not allowed to approach the surrounding area, which has led to constant speculation from the outside world.
After the curator finished reporting the situation, the Prime Minister of Country Y smiled contemptuously: "What belongs to our empire will forever belong to us."
Even if it's thrown away or smashed, it's impossible for it to be returned for free.
It has nothing to do with anything else; it's simply a way for the strong to intimidate the weak.
Three days later, a mysterious elite team from the Security Bureau received orders and entered the museum.
Their mission was to kill the woman in red, no matter what.
However, before they could even see what the woman in red looked like, they were attacked by an invisible force, suffering heavy casualties and being thrown out of the museum like trash.
Of the elite security personnel who went in, less than a third survived, and those who did were severely injured and on the verge of death.
They still remembered that extremely arrogant female voice.
"If you won't listen to reason, you'll have to suffer the consequences. Since you don't know what's good for you, don't blame me for being uncivilized."
The group really wanted to ask her in person, "So, you didn't talk about martial ethics before?"
The Prime Minister was furious and prepared to use the army and lethal weapons against Qi An.
The majesty of the empire cannot be challenged.
The next day, when the prime minister opened his eyes, he found that he had shaved his head bald and that two square Chinese characters were written on his forehead.
Idiot!
The Prime Minister immediately broke out in a cold sweat.
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