Chapter 134
When the convoy stopped at the airport, Kazuma Hatori preemptively ordered that not so many people needed to squeeze onto the plane.
This is the president's private jet, not some free public transportation.
"Too many people will be a burden. You can discuss it yourselves and decide which four people will stay and board the plane with me."
Standing on the gangway, Kazuma Hagoromo looked down at the white-robed men with an indifferent expression.
"Let me warn you first, there's a high probability of a fight to the death in Okinawa. I might have a fighting chance against them, but you ordinary people will certainly die."
"Therefore, I allow you to select from among yourselves those who are willing to give their lives for Lord Tianyuan, and then let them come to see me."
Seeing a slight commotion and disturbance among the white-robed men, Kazuma Hatori, having achieved his desired effect, withdrew his gaze and turned to enter the cabin.
He didn't know these men in white robes at all, so he simply let them choose four people themselves, and then he would call them together for a meeting after they boarded the plane.
As for Kuroi Misato, who was kidnapped, they will be responsible for bringing her out of the car trunk.
Kazuma Hatori chose a chair and sat down, closing his eyes to rest. Not long after, four people in white robes entered the plane—one of them carrying the still unconscious Misato Kuroi.
"Your Holiness..."
"Hmm," Kazuma Hatake opened his eyes, "Are you sure it's you?"
"Yes, everyone else..."
The other person hesitated, then stopped speaking.
"It's alright, take off your hood first, let me get acquainted with you."
Kazuma Hatake specifically made this request, and looked at the four unfamiliar faces—good, they all seemed quite calm, so they shouldn't be religious fanatics.
If someone is willing to come up knowing they will die, they are either a fanatical religious follower or have been promised a generous reward for their family afterward.
Just to be on the safe side, we can try again.
"If you regret getting on this plane with me, you still have the chance to back out."
Kazuma Hatori softened his tone, making himself more approachable.
"After all, think of your family and friends. I won't force you to come with me."
These two sentences moved all four people present.
"Thank you, Holy Son,"
One of them stepped forward—Kazuma Hatake glanced at the [Social] interface; his name was Akira Iwahara—his voice betrayed a hint of barely suppressed excitement.
"Since the guild leader has promised to treat our family members as his own, we are willing to die for him!"
Very good, just as I expected.
Kazuma Hatori leaned forward, trying to make an expression as if he were moved by their impassioned speech, and nodded slightly.
"I admire your determination."
The aircraft cabin door slowly closes, and all communication equipment must be turned off to prevent electromagnetic interference from affecting the aircraft's communication and navigation systems.
The aircraft was equipped with two flight attendants who had a highly professional service attitude and a strong sense of confidentiality for their employers. Even when they saw Kuroi Misato lying unconscious on the ground with her hands and feet tied up, they could still smile and help her to her seat and fasten her seatbelt.
After the plane taxied for takeoff, they came over to ask Kazuma Hatake if he needed anything.
The flight attendant accurately identified that the youngest member, Kazuma Hatori, was the leader among them.
"No need, you all go back and rest first. I and the others need to have a meeting. No matter what noise you hear, don't come out."
Kazuma Hatori shook his head slightly, and after watching them until they were completely out of sight, he turned to the other four.
"I have a plan that can save your lives."
With just one sentence, they rekindled hope in their already gloomy hearts.
"What...what kind of plan is it?"
Akira Iwahara's voice trembled slightly.
If there's a way to survive, naturally no one wants to die...!
“I think you are also vaguely aware that sorcerers all have their own combat skills, which are called [spells].
Kazuma Hatori began speaking slowly and deliberately.
Akira Iwahara thought for a moment, "Like when we came here, we saw the glass of a building suddenly shatter, right? At that time, we vaguely felt that something suddenly crashed in from the outside..."
Suddenly crashing in, it must be Wu's [Cang].
Kazuma Hatake nodded: "That's right, and my skill, or rather my technique, is [to completely simulate the appearance of others]."
The four of them immediately let out a murmur of amazement, probably because they thought their Holy Son was simply too amazing.
But then, realizing what Kazuma Hatori was trying to do, the four turned their attention to Misato Kuroi, who was still unconscious.
"So, you mean..."
“Hmm,” Kazuma Hato said calmly, “I’ve been infiltrating the world of jutsu for a year, and I know their combat strength better than anyone. Don’t laugh at me, but even I’m not confident that I can beat Satoru Gojo, let alone kill Riko Tenn, who is under his protection.”
"Moreover, they know that we want Tenn Riko more. Once they decide to abandon Kuroi Misato, they can also find someone to impersonate Tenn Riko and let the real Tenn Riko stay at the high school. In that case, we will be wasting our time."
The four listened and nodded, acknowledging that the Holy Son's analysis was indeed very reasonable.
"So, the Holy Son intends to impersonate Kuroi Misato himself, and then pretend that she was rescued by Gojo Satoru, in that case..."
Kazuma Hatori nodded and continued, "Not only will Satoru Gojo lower his guard, but Riko Tennen will also say goodbye to her caregiver of many years before she is assimilated. I can then launch a surprise attack and kill Riko Tennen."
The plan sounded perfect, except for one person who strongly opposed it.
"I won't allow you to treat the young lady like that, you despicable bastard!"
Upon waking up and hearing about this insidious plan, Kuroi Misato was furious and struggled frantically in her chair.
"Young lady really misjudged you. It's a wonder she likes you and idolizes you!"
"An idol?" Akira Iwahara and the others looked at Kazuma Hatori with a puzzled expression.
"Cough, it was just a charade before, nothing to mention."
Kazuma Hatori coughed lightly, signaling them to knock Misato Kuroi unconscious as well.
"One of the conditions for activating my spell is that she needs to be alive. After we get off the plane, you guys take her to a hotel and get a room... Do you know any hotels that are in a relatively secluded location, the kind that don't attract much attention?"
“I used to vacation here,” one of the four raised his hand. “There’s a guesthouse called Muka near Tinu Beach. It’s in a more remote location, so there are fewer guests and the prices are reasonable.”
Having learned the name, Kazuma Hato stopped worrying and told them to take Misato Kuroi with them as soon as they got off the plane.
"Okay, that's fine. You two take her there, and the other two follow me."
As for him...
Kazuma Hatake took the [Eight-Phase Wheel Card] from his pocket—actually his inventory—unbuckled his seatbelt, and came to Misato Kuroi's side.
Following the system's instructions, he placed the card, which only featured a silhouette of a person, on Kuroi Misato's forehead and selected "Embedded".
After a faint, shimmering golden light flashed, a silhouette of Misato Kuroi appeared on the card.
One of the eight card slots is occupied.
Next, Kazuma Hatake chose to target himself.
To ensure the transformation lasted, he used up all his spell power during the transformation.
This time, countless golden fragments swirled around him, so dazzling that the four onlookers could hardly open their eyes. After the dazzling light dissipated, the one who appeared in place in place in place of the Holy Son was the expressionless [Kuroi Misato].
"oh……!"
As the magical scene unfolded before their eyes, the four of them exclaimed in unison.
This is actually something that can be achieved!
"We'll rehearse our lines later,"
[Miri Kuroi] spoke coldly—even though [Yataru Kakeru] perfectly replicated the maid outfit, Kazuma Hatori's overwhelming aura remained unique.
"Don't give me away."
…………
Tokyo, 9 PM.
"An email arrived! Ah, it was sent from Kuroi's phone!"
Gojo Satoru, Natsuyuki, and Tenten Riko all nervously stared at their phones—until Tenten Riko held up hers and was the first to shout.
"Tch, why is it being sent to you..."
Gojo Satoru immediately leaned closer with a long face, "What did you write?"
"The transaction will take place tomorrow morning at nine o'clock sharp on Kouri Island in Okinawa? Where is that?"
Riko read the email aloud word by word, but she was confused by the last place name, as she had never been to Okinawa.
"A well-known scenic island in the Okinawa archipelago, about eight kilometers in diameter."
Xia Youjie stared intently at his phone, answering Tian Lizi's question without even looking up.
"What's wrong, Jay?"
Gojo Satoru was puzzled by his reaction.
Xia Youjie: "Yizhen also sent me an email."
Gojo Satoru: “…”
Gojo Satoru quickly flipped his phone open and closed repeatedly, then exited and reopened his inbox to refresh it, confirming that it was still empty.
I can't even reply to the emails he sent me before!
"Huh!? Why are you the only two people I'm emailing?!"
Gojo Satoru was so angry that he jumped up and down.
"Why can't you send me one too?!"
Xia Youjie's gaze silently moved upwards, staring at Gojo Satoru, who was so angry that he was scratching at the air, and slowly typed out a string of ellipses representing speechlessness.
What's the point of arguing about something like this?
"He told me to go to a location to pick someone up tomorrow after I arrive in Okinawa."
Xia Youjie put his phone back in his pocket.
"Find an excuse to leave the team, act alone the whole time, and absolutely do not let anyone find out."
—This isn't a difficult thing, because Riko's bounty is still posted on the dark web.
The next morning, as soon as Gojo Satoru and his group got off the plane, they had Xia Youjie pretend to send out a large group of low-level cursed spirits.
After they took a few steps toward the transaction location, Xia Youjie immediately said with a solemn expression that several cursed spirits had been exorcised, possibly by curse masters who had targeted Xiao Lizi for the sake of the bounty.
So, he naturally broke away from the group, walking through the lush palm groves, avoiding everyone, and arrived alone at the address in the email.
Even though doing so was an extremely dangerous act, Natsumi was willing to stake this trust and act completely according to Kazuma Hatori's instructions.
He believed that Kazuma Hatori would not harm him.
As they approached the guesthouse, Xia Youjie, with a solemn expression, bypassed the hotel staff and chose to ride the Ghost Manta Spirit from the side of the building. He first flew to the window of the corresponding room number to carefully check the situation inside.
...Miri Kuroi tied up?!
Xia Youjie was stunned for a few seconds, then suddenly looked in the direction of Kouri Island.
Who is the person that Na Wu and his group are going to trade with?
—This is a question that Gojo Satoru also wants to ask.
He stared at [Kuroi Misato], who was being escorted by two men in white robes, and for a moment, he didn't know what expression to make.
"We brought the person here unharmed, as you saw. So, what do you say? Do you want to switch?"
One of the men in white robes raised his hand and, using the cover of his wide sleeves, pressed a pistol-shaped object against [Miri Kuroi's] temple.
"If you won't replace her, then let her just die. We don't need this woman anyway."
Before Gojo Satoru could speak, Tennori Riko, who had noticed something amiss, shouted out first.
"No, Kuroi Akira."
—But before she could finish speaking, Gojo Satoru, who was standing in front of her, covered her mouth with his hand, forcing her to swallow the rest of her words.
"Hmph, you think you can just change him like that? That doesn't count, does it, old man? Where's your leader? Where did Kazuma Hatake go?"
Gojo Satoru raised one eyebrow and asked without any politeness.
"The Holy Son has naturally returned to the Panxing Sect."
The man in white robes said coldly, "You are not qualified to meet him."
"--Ah, I see. Then I'm relieved."
Gojo Satoru stretched out his hand, the corners of his mouth gradually turning upwards until he revealed a rather arrogant and flamboyant smile to them.
"Don't worry, I'll beat you all up!"
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