138: Chapter 138 How is the head fee calculated?

Abe Ishii was stuck firmly to the ground.

He felt as if his body had been cast in concrete.

No matter how much he channeled his spiritual energy, he couldn't break free from the restraints of this eerie board.

Even the circulation of his spiritual energy became incredibly sluggish.

"Let me go!" Abe Ishii roared, putting on a brave front.

"Do you know who I am?"

"I am an Onmyōji from Sakura Country and a guest elder of the Abe clan!"

"If you dare to touch a single hair on my head, the great Empire of Sakura Country will never let you go!"

He tried to use his status and the power behind him to threaten Lin Fan.

However, Lin Fan just picked his ear impatiently.

"Oh."

"Got it."

He responded indifferently, then raised his hand.

Slap!

A crisp, loud slap landed squarely on Abe Ishii's old face.

The force of this slap was immense; Abe Ishii's head buzzed, and two blood-stained teeth mixed with saliva flew out.

Half of his face swelled up at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"You..."

Abe Ishii was completely stunned by the blow.

He couldn't believe that this Chinese youth would dare to strike him after knowing his identity, and with such ruthlessness.

Lin Fan shook his slightly numb palm, looking down at him from above.

"Noisy."

"At your age, why do you have so much nonsense to say?"

"Say one more word, and I'll pull out all your teeth."

After speaking, Lin Fan stopped paying attention to the old man who had lost all his threat.

He crouched down directly and began to skillfully rummage through Abe Ishii's body, his movements flowing like clouds and water; he was clearly a repeat offender.

Abe Ishii closed his eyes in humiliation; he, a dignified great Onmyōji, had never suffered such a great insult.

Soon, Lin Fan pulled a palm-sized, exquisite cloth bag embroidered with cherry blossom patterns from Abe Ishii's chest.

A spatial storage item.

Lin Fan's eyes lit up.

He unceremoniously wiped away the spiritual imprint on it and probed it with his divine sense.

The space inside wasn't large, only a dozen cubic meters or so, filled with various bottles, jars, and talisman papers.

Lin Fan dumped everything out onto the ground with a clatter, as if he were taking out the trash.

He picked up a stack of golden talisman papers covered in eerie runes.

These were the shikigami talismans that Abe Ishii had treasured for many years.

Each one sealed a powerful shikigami; they were his prized possessions kept at the bottom of his chest.

Lin Fan held them in his hand, looking them over repeatedly, then curled his lip.

"Is this it?"

"They're drawn like ghost scribbles."

"The energy inside is messy and impure."

"I can barely turn these into C-rank blind boxes."

"And the random kind at that."

"Trash."

Hearing Lin Fan's evaluation, Abe Ishii on the ground trembled with rage, and with a 'pfft' sound, he spat out another mouthful of blood.

Those were A-rank shikigami talismans he had spent decades of hard work to create!

Each one was worth a fortune, yet in this brat's mouth, they had become waste paper. This was bullying to the extreme!

Lin Fan had no time to care about his feelings; he was like a diligent scavenger, quickly sorting the loot on the ground.

The useful stuff was packed to take away, and the useless stuff was tossed aside as trash.

Not far away, Lei Zhan was commanding the Special Forces Team members to finish clearing out the last batch of remaining ninjas.

He walked over to Lin Fan, looking at the mess on the ground and the loot Lin Fan had packed into material bags, his eyes filled with extreme complexity.

There was both shock and speechlessness.

From start to finish, this battle had exceeded his expectations; Lin Fan's strength and those strange, eerie methods completely refreshed his understanding of the word 'genius'.

Especially that mouse sticky board at the end, it was simply outrageous.

"Report, Instructor!"

Two Special Forces Team members walked over, dragging a half-dead person.

They threw him on the ground like a dead dog.

It was Shadow Circle, Wang Chenguang, who had previously escaped using a cicada's shell shedding trick.

He had been caught red-handed by the Special Forces Team members at the exit on the other side of the volcano.

After a fierce battle, he was successfully captured alive.

At this moment, Shadow Circle had seven or eight broken bones, and his face no longer held its previous disguise or madness.

Nothing remained but endless fear.

He looked at the youth who was counting the loot with a kind smile on his face, and his body began to tremble uncontrollably.

That wasn't a human; that was a devil.

Lin Fan finished counting the last of the loot and stood up, feeling satisfied.

He didn't look at Shadow Circle or Abe Ishii on the ground, but walked straight to his four rookie teammates.

Zhang Mengmeng, Liu Sisi, Wang Xiaoming, and Sun Yu.

Although the four of them were in a sorry state, covered in blood and grime, their eyes shone with an unprecedented light—it was the excitement of killing enemies with their own hands, and even more, a fanatical worship for the man in front of them.

"Brother Fan."

Wang Xiaoming's voice trembled slightly.

Lin Fan swept his gaze over them.

The four of them immediately straightened their backs nervously, like soldiers waiting for inspection.

Lin Fan was silent for a moment, and then, he gave them a rare compliment.

"Hmm."

"Not bad performance."

"Barely didn't embarrass me."

Hearing this, the four of them instantly blushed with excitement.

This sharp-tongued captain, who was usually harder to deal with than killing them, had actually praised them!

This gave them even more of a sense of achievement than winning a major battle.

"Hehe."

Wang Xiaoming giggled.

The other three also showed heartfelt smiles.

Just then, Lei Zhan's communicator suddenly rang.

It was an encrypted military channel.

"Hello?"

Lei Zhan connected the call.

"This is Ghost Island."

"Reporting to Command, Operation Rat Catcher is complete."

"All spies and summoned creatures have been completely purged."

"We have some personnel injured, but no casualties."

There was a burst of noisy sound from the other end of the communicator.

Then, a majestic voice rang out.

"Well done, Lei Zhan!"

"The bait missions of the other squads have also been completed."

"With the intervention of the military, all students are safe."

"This operation is a complete success!"

Hearing this news, Lei Zhan's tense nerves finally relaxed, and he let out a long sigh of relief.

Lin Fan walked over to Lei Zhan and patted him on the shoulder, interrupting his report.

Lei Zhan turned back, puzzled, only to see Lin Fan wearing an innocent, harmless smile, asking in a consultative tone.

"Um... Instructor Lei."

"Look, this operation was so successful."

"As the main force, I contributed quite a bit, right?"

"How do we calculate the bounty for these heads?"

"Is it calculated per head, or by weight?"

Lei Zhan stood there holding the communicator, his whole body frozen in place.

His mouth slightly agape, he stared blankly at Lin Fan, his brain momentarily stalling.

Bounty?

Calculated per head or by weight?

What is all this?

We are currently conducting a serious military operational summary concerning national security.

And you're talking to me about money?