Urban Romantic Divine Doctor
Chapter 695 - 694, Want to Turn the Tables

Chapter 695: Chapter 694, Want to Turn the Tables

"Sir, Huaxia called, saying they can deliver Yano Yamato’s corpse to us, but their asking price is outrageous."

In the Abe family, an elder stood respectfully in front of Ryou Abe.

Ryou Abe, thirty-three years old this year, wore a black kimono and knelt in front of the tea set, exuding an aura of authority without anger.

He was the youngest member of Wa country’s political arena.

Of course.

Being able to become a member at this age was thanks to his excellent father, who was one of the most watched politicians in Wa country, having served as the Prime Minister for two consecutive terms.

However, apart from having a powerful father, his own abilities were also excellent. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have stood out among the prospective members and been recognized by ten other member candidates.

It’s just that.

Two years ago, an assassination heavily damaged the Abe family.

His father was attacked by a gunman during a speech. Although he did not die on the spot, he was riddled with bullets, and despite long-term treatment, he never left the critical stage and eventually passed away.

After his father’s death, Ryou Abe’s situation significantly changed. Once respected, he now faced resistance everywhere, with even those prospective members disregarding him.

Despite his efforts, he couldn’t change the current situation.

But now.

He saw the dawn of hope again.

As long as he could control the Bushido of Wa country, he could not only change his current circumstances but even become a minister in the Imperial Family.

After all, the Bushido of Wa country had hundreds of thousands of skilled warriors under it. Who dared to underestimate him with such power in hand?

Only.

Five hundred billion US Dollars was no small amount for the Abe family!

After pondering for a moment, Ryou Abe said, "We can agree to their conditions, but the transaction must take place face-to-face on the High Seas!"

"Yes."

The butler understood Ryou Abe’s plan. He intended to double-cross the other party by killing those who delivered the goods during the transaction, thus obtaining Yano Yamato’s body without spending a single cent.

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On the other side.

Xu Wendong was accompanying Pingliang Xiangzhi on a stroll through Tokyo because Pingliang Xiangzhi’s mood was a bit low. He wanted to cheer her up, at least temporarily relieve her sadness.

It was undeniable.

This city was indeed bustling, comparable in prosperity to the Capital City and Magic Capital.

At ten in the morning.

The two arrived at the Tokyo National Museum. After purchasing tickets, they entered.

The museum was vast, with a dazzling array of antiques, each exuding a heavy sense of history. There were not only artifacts from Wa country and Huaxia but also precious relics from other countries.

These artifacts were all displayed in glass cases, like kidnapped children, lonely and pitiful, evoking a sense of sorrow in the viewer.

Seeing the artifacts from his own country displayed in a Japanese museum for others to admire, Xu Wendong felt a strong hatred rising within, accompanied by a sense of humiliation.

"Before going back, no matter what, I must take all the Huaxia artifacts back with me!"

Although Xu Wendong saw many Huaxia antiques.

He did not see the "Nine Tripods" that Qingluan mentioned.

Thus, his Soul Force silently spread out, enveloping the entire Tokyo National Museum. He was amazed to discover that this museum had hidden depths.

There was not only a public exhibition area but also a large underground exhibition area housing many exquisite and breathtaking artworks.

There were not only intricate blue-and-white ceramics and Tang tricolors but also masterpieces of jade carvings, and even a bronze sacred tree excavated from Sanxingdui.

Of course.

What attracted Xu Wendong the most was the Bronze Square Cauldron, about two meters high, with ancient Qilin script carved on it, along with dragon and phoenix motifs and ancient inscriptions.

Although he viewed the Bronze Cauldron with his Soul Force, Xu Wendong still felt a heavy aura emanating from it, as if the cauldron had withstood the passage of time.

"Could this be the legendary Nine Tripods?"

Xu Wendong’s heart raced.

In fact, he didn’t know if this Bronze Cauldron was part of the Nine Tripods because there had always been a debate in the academic world about whether the Nine Tripods were a name or if there were really nine cauldrons.

This issue had been debated for a long time in academia, but the historical records on the Nine Tripods were scarce, leaving the debate unresolved to this day.

But now.

Xu Wendong seemed to have found an answer.

Only.

He couldn’t get the Bronze Cauldron in hand yet. If he rushed in and took the cauldron now, all plans would be for naught.

For now, he needed to swindle a large sum of money from those Wa country conglomerates and help Pingliang Xiangzhi secure her position, while continuing to investigate the whereabouts of the ninjas.

Just then.

Pingliang Xiangzhi’s phone suddenly rang, displaying an unfamiliar number.

"Hello." Pingliang Xiangzhi answered the call.

A male voice came through the phone: "Hello Miss Pingliang Xiangzhi, I’m Fukuda Jiro. Do you have time to come to the airport?"

Pingliang Xiangzhi’s face suddenly changed.

She knew Fukuda Jiro was the Clan Leader of the Fukuda family.

But.

Why was the Fukuda family calling her?

Could it be that they, too, were eyeing her father’s body?

Fukuda Jiro seemed to have guessed Pingliang Xiangzhi’s thoughts and smiled, saying, "Our Fukuda family members took a flight from Great Xia and will arrive at the airport in half an hour. They’ve brought a coffin, and I think you might find this coffin interesting!"

"If you are truly interested, come to the airport. My people will be here waiting for your esteemed arrival." With that, he hung up the phone.

"Mr. Yanagida, the Fukuda family says my father is about to arrive at the airport. Is this true?" Pingliang Xiangzhi looked at Xu Wendong with tears in her eyes, full of helplessness.

Xu Wendong comforted her softly, "I don’t know why this is happening either, but I believe in my friends. How about this, I’ll accompany you to the airport."

His heart ached for Pingliang Xiangzhi, genuinely pained, because she had received several similar calls in the past two days. For a fragile girl, this was undoubtedly too much to bear.

Pingliang Xiangzhi nodded and then found a driver, heading straight to the airport.

Fortunately, it wasn’t far from the airport, and they reached Tokyo International Airport in less than twenty minutes. Here they met the Fukuda family members, who directly took them by car into a large internal airport tarmac.

At this time, Fukuda Jiro was already waiting there. He didn’t say much, just quietly waited for the plane to land.

Ten minutes later.

A Boeing 737 gradually landed, and once the plane was stable, the cargo hold door slowly opened. Workers operated a forklift to unload a coffin made of golden Phoebe zhennan wood from the plane.

Seeing this coffin made of golden Phoebe zhennan wood, Pingliang Xiangzhi’s strength seemed to drain from her body, and she collapsed to the ground.

Because she had seen this coffin before—it was the very one her father used to lie in!