Zhang Xudong glanced speechlessly at the clumsy He Jingxian, then resigned himself to his fate and went back to work.
He went through all the people from the Iga family and the disciples he had recruited one by one.
Not only did he want to break their martial arts, he also wanted to stab them into being fools who only knew how to work and eat.
As for those men, he took them to the west wing and performed minor operations on them.
From now on, just concentrate on working to atone for your sins and don’t think about anything else.
While he was busy, He Jingxian shouted outside the door:
"Brother Dong, this small cloth bag looks a bit like the one the Taoist has.
There is also a ring and a necklace, but I don’t know what materials they are made of.
It looked gray and inconspicuous, but it was placed among those jewelries.
I wonder if these are something like that too?"
Zhang Xu put away his things, took a look at the things in He Jingxian's hands and said:
"Girl, soak them in the well water and see if there are any changes."
"Then why not just soak all those small jewellery and such? It won't take much effort anyway."
"Okay, go make something else first. I'll take these three things and interrogate Iga to find out where they came from.
Fortunately, the young master of Iga hasn't turned stupid yet, so he should be able to get something out of it."
After the interrogation, Zhang Xudong came to the backyard with three things and said:
"According to his account, these things were spoils of war taken by their ancestors when they assassinated our Chinese monks.
Although they didn't know what these things were used for, they were found in the monks' underwear.
So they were collected and passed down from generation to generation.
Well, soak these in water too.
These should be the relics of those predecessors.
If they are not treasures, then let these things return to their roots instead."
Zhang Xudong and He Jingxian only discovered that two things had changed. He Jingxian looked at the small cloth bag and ring in her hand and asked:
"Brother Dong, what should we do with this cloth bag?
Since we can't use it anyway, why not let someone else use it?"
Zhang Xudong thought about it and shook his head.
“This thing will only bring disaster if it falls into the hands of someone with less strength.
Let’s just stay here for now and not give it to anyone. We’ll talk about it later.”
Zhang Xudong and He Jingxian searched the house inside and out one last time. Seeing that nothing was missing, they returned to the city.
"Brother Zhao, this is the title deed to the Iga family's house.
It’s up to you whether to sell it or keep it.
We have taken his property, and the Zhang residence will be your spoils of war."
"Master, where are their people? Do you want me to send someone to..."
"I've sent all their people back to their ancestral home, so don't worry about them.
Are you ready for that warehouse? If you are, take me to see it.
We have a day off today and plan to go to Tokyo tomorrow."
"Boss, you're leaving so soon. Aren't you going to stay a few more days?"
“We’ve been out for quite some time.
There are also things waiting for us in Hong Kong City.
After visiting Tokyo, we will go straight back to the port city.
If there is anything you can’t handle in the future, please leave me a message.
If you are in danger, ask Miller and Martin for help.
If all else fails, just hide in the consulate and buy some time.
Remember, save your life first, and I will take care of the rest."
Zhang Xudong and He Jingxian said goodbye to Miller and Martin very formally.
With the farewell of them and a group of old brothers, I boarded the plane to Tokyo.
When they arrived in Tokyo, they visited the Imperial Museum, Nichibiku Park and other attractions.
On the third day, they stood on the 250-meter-high observation deck of Fuso Tower.
"Brother Dong, that's Mount Fuji. Should we start our activities after we've been there, or tonight?"
"Let's move around tonight.
If I don't move all the time, it'll be too quiet and boring here.
There are so many calligraphy and paintings, including works by famous people since the Jin Dynasty.
And those 80-plus national treasures and 300-plus cultural relics, displayed so brazenly by them to show off, are heartbreaking.”
That night, a major robbery occurred in Osaka City.
Two men in black violently looted the National Gallery of Art.
They overpowered the museum's security personnel, broke into the safe, and took away a large number of cultural relics and paintings.
Especially those ancient Chinese rare and precious pieces, not a single one was left behind.
When the police arrived, they had a fierce gun battle with the police and finally escaped under the cover of night.
The next night, Fuso Railway was bombed.
Although no damage was caused to the tower, it attracted a large number of police forces.
And when people's attention is focused on Fuso Tower.
The National Museum was also robbed by two men in black.
They were highly targeted and retreated immediately after stealing the cultural relics from the Huaxia Pavilion.
When the police arrived, they found nothing but injured staff members and an empty exhibition hall.
The police worked until dawn, interrogating everyone from the curator to the cleaning staff, but still found nothing.
Finally, the police chief had no choice but to report to the cabinet.
This incident is too terrible and the losses are too great.
After receiving the news, the cabinet scolded the police chief for his incompetence and sought help from the top Shinto officials.
The Prime Minister personally requested help from the Shinto priest, who came to the scene of the incident at the museum from the shrine.
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