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The reputation of the Snake Clan can deter most petty villains, but it cannot deter greedy hyenas and jackals!
"It's easy to dodge a spear in the open, but hard to guard against an arrow in the dark. With Cao Jun's strength, I believe no one can defeat him in a direct confrontation. What I fear is the insidious methods these people use to hide in the shadows."
As one of Cao Han's defeated opponents, Yuan Zhisheng truly experienced the despair-inducing gap in strength. Even legendary gods were slain by him, let alone some hyenas and jackals who couldn't recognize reality.
"So what should we do next?" the crow asked again.
"A great man from Cao Jun's hometown once said: 'Peace will survive if we seek it through war, but will perish if we seek it through compromise!' Therefore, to deal with these ignorant hyenas and jackals, we should respond with sticks and bloodshed, so that they know whose territory Japan is!"
Genjiro's words were resounding, and his clenched fist was full of power.
Even if the target of the bounty wasn't Cao Han, or someone he knew, in Japan, he would still make the same choice as he is now!
Of course, fishing requires bait.
These guys, blinded by greed, are the type who won't act until they see the benefits. If Cao Han doesn't show up, who knows where he'll be hiding?
at the same time.
Inside the presidential suite of the Regent Hotel on the other side, Cao Han also looked at Fingel with an incredulous expression.
"It seems Herzog has been pushed too far and is ready to fight me to the death!"
It's not that Herzog is the only one in Japan who can come up with 5 billion yen, but rather that the only person who can come up with that amount of money and wants Cao Han dead... is Herzog.
"I just checked, and all flights from all over the world to Japan for the next two days are basically full, and they're all last-minute bookings."
Fingel has made his point so clear that it's obvious these people who bought tickets to Japan at the last minute are mostly people with ill intentions towards Cao Han.
If it's dark in the east, it's bright in the west.
For Fingel, the dream of becoming a billionaire with 1.5 billion in his pocket was indeed shattered. However, being adept at seizing business opportunities and never wasting a single chance, he quickly discovered another path to wealth. His large buttocks landed close to Cao Han's, a sly smile spreading across his face, and he said:
"Boss, we definitely won't get your bounty, but many of those people who rushed here to die are Interpol's wanted targets."
"Senior, aren't you being a bit too desperate?"
"No way~ I call this making use of waste!" Fingel argued without batting an eye.
Fingel's words reminded Cao Han that if the bounty was issued by the king, what about the 5 billion yen bounty?
Gokurakukan!
Only this notorious den of iniquity, under the control of the Fierce Ghosts, could suddenly produce such a large sum of money.
Then the problem is coming!
According to Cao Han's casual conversation with Kazama Ruri, the apparent manager of the Paradise Mansion is Sakurai Kogure, who also has another identity: "Ryoma," the number three figure in the Oni Clan.
The mastermind behind it all is Kazama Ruri, the second-in-command of the Oni Clan, nicknamed "Dragon King".
In other words, Kazama Ruri is also entitled to use this money.
“This money is ill-gotten gains obtained by Herzog through illegal means. Rather than falling into the hands of others, it is better for it to fall into my hands and be used to develop the association.”
With these thoughts in mind, Cao Han had already quietly labeled the 5 billion as belonging to their "Monster Hunter Association," completely disregarding the wishes of Herzog, the owner of the money.
"How do you plan to deal with these reckless guys, senior?" Cao Han asked in return.
“Simple! All you need to do is go out for a walk, and I’ll take care of all the guys who have ill intentions towards you from a distance.” Fingel had already thought it through.
Lucy Pallas's modified sniper rifle from the Equipment Department has never been fired before, so she'll take this opportunity to finally get some action.
Cao Han's expression froze. Could it be that liking something like "fishing" is contagious?
Since arriving in Japan, he has been fishing in various ways, and it has always been successful! Unexpectedly, Fingel has now followed suit and started "fishing," except that the bait is Cao Han himself.
If anyone else had made such a request, Cao Han would have refused decisively without hesitation for even a second.
But considering that Fingel was his top henchman at Kassel College, and that all his subsequent plans would depend on Fingel's advanced hacking skills, he could only "happily" agree.
Moreover, Cao Han also wanted to reignite the spirit of the lion before him.
"By the way, where did your senior go? Didn't she go with you?"
"No, I heard he went to Tokyo to meet up with an online friend in person." Fingel shrugged.
"Net, netizens?"
Cao Han never expected that his senior had such an unknown side, and that she had such a wide circle of friends, including online friends in Japan.
The older generation often says: "Don't talk about people during the day, and don't talk about ghosts at night," and there's some truth to that.
Sure enough! Speak of the devil, and he appears.
The two had barely mentioned Lucy Pallas when they stormed in, carrying a small handbag, grabbed a drink from the table, and started chugging it down without a word, regardless of whose it was.
Cao Han and Fingel looked at each other in bewilderment. Judging from their expressions, Lucy Pallas's offline meetup with her online friends was not going very well.
"Senior, what's wrong with you...?"
After downing most of a bottle of iced drink, Lucy Pallas managed to quell some of her pent-up anger. She then sat down in an extremely unladylike manner and began to pour out her grievances: "I'd always heard about the four great evil arts of Asia, but I didn't really believe it. Today I've learned about them!"
"The Four Great Evil Arts of Asia? Are those some kind of evil alchemy?" Fingel was rather ignorant about this subject.
Cao Han took the initiative to explain: "It's not alchemy. The four great evil arts of Asia refer to the sex reassignment surgery of Thailand, the plastic surgery of the Korean Peninsula, the advanced cosmetic surgery of my motherland, and finally, the makeup techniques of Japan!"
Since that's the case, it seems Lucy Pallas has been tricked by Japanese makeup techniques.
"Can you believe it!? He was clearly a greasy man in his thirties, but after makeup, he turned into a delicate woman in her early twenties. Ugh—sorry, just thinking about it now gives me a physical reaction." Lucy Pallas couldn't help but get goosebumps just thinking about it.
She always felt that her worldview, which she had held for more than twenty years, had been greatly shaken.
"Then how did you figure them out?"
"Heh!" Lucy Pallas sneered. "That guy thought he was being discreet by drugging my drink, but little did he know I saw everything. Those familiar moves make him a repeat offender!"
"So, how did you handle it in the end, senior?" Cao Han asked curiously.
"What else can we do but call the police?"
The more nonchalant Lucy Pallas appeared, the less Cao Han understood her.
In Cao Han's eyes, Lucy Pallas was like a runaway noblewoman, neither spoiled nor obedient.
To put it bluntly, if one were truly going to follow the rules, they wouldn't have chosen to enter Kassel College and dedicate themselves to the dragon-slaying cause.
really!
As expected, Lucy Pallas first glanced at Cao Han out of the corner of her eye, then lowered her head and said in a voice barely above a whisper:
"I just confiscated the guy's 'tools of the trade' before the police arrived. He likes to dress up as a woman, right? Now I've fulfilled his wish and he can't be a man for the rest of his life."
hiss--
What does it mean to say the most vicious words in the weakest tone? This is the perfect answer!
After hearing this, Cao Han gasped in shock. He felt no sympathy whatsoever for such a scumbag. "Well done! That guy deserved to die!"
The most telling thing was that Fingel's legs, which were originally spread apart, instinctively tightened after hearing the story.
"So, the internet is like this... you never know if the person on the other end is a human or a dog!" Cao Han's summary was incredibly insightful.
Lucy Pallas happened to be there too, so Cao Han had Fingel explain his impromptu idea to her first, and then announced, "Finger, snipe the enemy from a distance, and you, senior, will face them head-on."
"Face the enemy head-on? Me???" Upon hearing Cao Han's arrangement, Lucy Pallas almost cried out, her puzzled eyes filled with question marks. "Junior, are you sure you've got it backwards? Shouldn't I, Lucy Pallas, be the one doing the long-range sniping?"
"Logically speaking, that should be the case."
"Yeah."
“But I’m not going to reason with you!” Cao Han made a 180-degree U-turn and ran the wheel over Lucy Pallas’s face. “I was thinking of taking this opportunity to let you develop in all aspects, and you can also practice your close combat skills, senior.”
I've investigated everything. Senior, you received a B in your close combat course; the teacher's comment was insufficient practice. This is a rare opportunity for you.
At that moment, Lucy Pallas's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally died.
She hadn't expected that Cao Han would know so much about her progress, course grades, and specific comments.
Her dream of having her junior lead her on a mission, where she would "go crazy" and he would "go crazy," was only half shattered.
Chapter 101 Half will never be greater than one
Angers left Japan, this "place of trouble," as promised, under the starry night and returned to Kassel College.
Many things happen as if by fate, and even more often, fate is changed as a result.
In so many stories, people who should have died survived: Inuyama He, Genjiro, Kazama Ruri, Uesugi Koshi, and so on...
This brief trip to Japan rekindled the dormant passion in Angers that had been dormant for a century.
Upon returning to Kassel College, he didn't see anyone, not even stepping into his office. Instead, he went to the Lighthouse and dragged his friend out of his research lab.
“I don’t trust the board of directors,” Angers said, enunciating each word clearly.
The opportune timing of Pompeii Gattuso's appearance, coupled with the immense threat posed by space-based kinetic weapons, seems to foreshadow some grand conspiracy.
The night watchman was stunned...
“Everyone has their own goals… I don’t know how long it will be before I part ways with the Board of Trustees, but after this trip to Japan, I feel like I’ve vaguely seen that crossroads,” Angers said softly. “All these years, has the Secret Society’s war against the Dragon Clan truly been selfless?”
The Night Watchman was silent for a moment, then shook his head and sighed: "Although since its founding, the Secret Society has made heavy sacrifices for the noble cause of saving humanity or the world..."
But I wouldn't dare say the Secret Party is selfless. Look at the Elder Council—it's made up of powerful families and tycoons. We stole power from the pure-blooded dragons and gained enormous benefits from dragon civilization. In Chinese slang, this is like 'bringing the wife home, then throwing the matchmaker away!'
Dragons hate us more than they hate humans, yet humans fear us 'superhumans' who can conjure fireballs at will. Caught in the middle, we are forced onto the path of a decisive battle against pure-blooded dragons.
“What if one day there are no more dragons? What if one day all the dragons in the world die?” Angers picked up the wine glass on the table and poured himself a glass. Through the window of the lighthouse, he looked at the sculptures on the top of the Hall of Heroes that were being washed by the rain.
"Do you think...that day is coming soon?"
Recently, Nicholas Flamel has been staying in his research lab almost day and night in order to refine the power of the next generation's bloodline.
He made an appearance at the Supreme Decision-Making Committee just a few days ago, and then he went straight back to his work.
Alchemy is like a pyramid structure, with fewer and fewer people at the top. At the very top, he might be all alone, and even finding a helper becomes a luxury.
In the myth of Ragnarok, the black dragon is resurrected, and an army from the land of the dead and demons launch a war against the living.
Mayan culture says that at the end of the fifth sun age in 2012, there will be no new era because everything will come to a complete end.
Buddhist mythology says that after three great calamities, the entire Three Realms, from the Avici Hell to the Third Dhyana Heaven, were destroyed, and everything was scattered like dust.
This is the 'apocalyptic theme' passed down through generations of humanity since ancient times. I believe that one day, the threads of the three Fates will come to an end, and only a pair of scissors will meet the line of life. That day will be the day of the final battle. Angers took a deep breath. "I am not afraid of the final battle. I know that this war has been destined since ancient times. I am only afraid that I do not have a long enough lifespan to live to see it."
Now I see hope. The gates of the land of the dead have reopened, and a young man has emerged from them. This young man has raised his sword toward the neck of the White King.