133: Chapter 133 Concealing Heavenly Secrets

Han Jingyang readily agreed.

Isn't it just giving an opportunity?

There are plenty of opportunities.

But who I want to give them to depends on my mood.

If I'm in a good mood, I can give you one, two, or even more chances.

If I'm in a bad mood, you can just wait; it'll be useless even if you wait until the end of time.

What is this called?

This is called resource monopoly.

I'm the only one doing this business, and the only one who can do it—there's no other place like this in the whole world.

Zhang Zhiyang thanked him with a face full of smiles: "Thank you, Mr. Han. Although I know you are most likely just humoring me, having said that is enough. Mr. Han will feel our sincerity sooner or later."

Han Jingyang smiled without saying a word.

This Zhang Zhiyang was indeed frank. He saw through my little scheme but didn't hide it; instead, he pointed it out directly. Moreover, he wasn't angry and even expressed that he would show more sincerity.

Facing a person like this, even if you had a big temper, you couldn't bring yourself to explode.

Forget it, let's wait and see. If there really are extra opportunities, it wouldn't hurt to do someone a favor.

After all, they are official personnel, and from the provincial capital at that. I shouldn't treat them too lightly.

Thinking this, he said to Zhang Zhiyang: "Let's get down to business first. Where is that group of people now? Let's take them down right now."

Zhang Zhiyang also decisively entered work mode: "They are in a rented villa in the west of the city. They haven't left for two days, and their every move is under our surveillance."

Han Jingyang frowned: "They haven't left for two days? That's clearly not normal. Aren't you worried that they've used a decoy to escape?"

Zhang Zhiyang was full of confidence: "Impossible. Our surveillance is comprehensive, covering both online and offline, remote and close-range. Someone even entered the villa in the name of property management staff, and just a moment ago, the report was that everything was normal."

"But it's unreasonable."

"It is indeed unreasonable, but don't worry about it. Just like we discussed, we'll go straight for the jugular. If we succeed, everyone will be happy. Even if we don't, we can flush them out and make them reveal their flaws."

Zhang Zhiyang was full of confidence: "We are fighting on our home turf, and with you, Mr. Han, a great expert, assisting us, we don't have to fear even if those people are experts like Abe Tamakane. We can advance or retreat, attack or defend; we are in an invincible position."

The logic was indeed sound.

But Han Jingyang still felt uneasy.

But he couldn't refute it.

He could only ask about the information on that group of people.

Sun Hailu, that junior martial brother of Xu Xin's, was from Dao City. He came from Dao City to Quancheng at twelve or thirteen to study under a master. Later, due to a romantic dispute, he fell out with Xu Xin and left Quancheng. He had been working as the security department manager at an electronics factory named "Weixin Electronics" for over twenty years.

Besides Sun Hailu, the remaining four Japanese people were Shirakawa Yasunari, Ishida Hisashi, Shibasaki Tama, and Ishihara Koanno.

These four Japanese people had all entered the country a few days ago on tourist visas. The basic information they provided indicated they were ordinary people, and there was almost no relevant intelligence on them.

Of course, now he knew that none of them were ordinary people; they were either samurai or Onmyoji, completely different from the identities listed in their documents.

Unfortunately, he hadn't figured out the detailed strength of these people. The only person who had seen them in action, Xu Xin, hadn't even managed to withstand a single move under their combined attack, and had been defeated without even seeing clearly what moves the opponents used.

He also had to guard against their poison.

...

North of the city, Jinxiu Garden Villa residential area.

Zhang Zhiyang led the way personally, taking Han Jingyang and Liu Jing openly into a villa.

They went straight to the second floor.

Zhang Zhiyang pointed through the glass at a villa diagonally opposite: "They are hiding there. Our people have been keeping an eye on them."

A young woman in her early twenties beside him put down her binoculars and smiled at Han Jingyang: "I've been watching them constantly. Sixteen minutes ago, I even saw that Japanese woman named Shibasaki Tama watering flowers on the balcony."

Han Jingyang observed for a short while, then frowned and asked: "Can't you observe from other places?"

Zhang Zhiyang narrowed his eyes: "Mr. Han, is there a problem?"

Han Jingyang didn't answer; he directly picked up his compass and activated Qi Observation mode to look at the villa diagonally opposite.

The next second, he frowned.

He couldn't see anything at all.

No, he did see something—a layer of thick gray fog, just like the Ghost Wall he had encountered at Liu Xintong's house before.

The villa opposite was wrapped in thick fog, and he couldn't see anything inside the fog.

Han Jingyang was not alarmed but delighted.

There was a dharma instrument.

He had to get his hands on it.

This dharma instrument itself had such an ability; if I appraised it, its attributes would only become stronger.

There was no need to be polite to the Japanese.

It's just... there might be other tricks in the villa; otherwise, they wouldn't have used this kind of dharma instrument specifically for concealment.

Thinking of this, he turned his head and said seriously to Boss Zhang: "Boss Zhang, something is wrong."

"What's wrong?"

"They are prepared on the other side."

"Prepared?"

"Yes, at least one dharma instrument is obscuring the feng shui earth qi of that villa. I can't see the situation inside at all."

"You mean..."

"Perhaps it's a trap," Han Jingyang's tone became more grave: "I felt it was strange before—these people got the national treasure and didn't think about escaping, but instead huddled here without moving. It's very abnormal. Looking at it now, I'm afraid they are fishing."

"Fishing?" Zhang Zhiyang sneered: "Fishing on our turf? Aren't they afraid of hooking a man-eating great white shark?"

After saying this, he turned his head and shouted to the Old Man who was holding his phone and playing Honor of Kings on the sofa: "Old Qin, come over here and do some divination."

"Wait, I'm about to push the crystal," the Old Man, Old Qin, replied without raising his head. His hand movements were exaggerated and forceful, almost as if he were going to break the phone. His expression twisted and changed constantly with his hand movements, sometimes gnashing his teeth, sometimes grinning from ear to ear. It was evident that the battle was extraordinarily intense.

Zhang Zhiyang made an "hmm" sound, his tone rising, clearly displeased.

Old Qin helplessly put down the phone and muttered: "This is my promotion match. If I win, I'll reach Diamond. Sigh, if I had known, I shouldn't have started this game."

While muttering, he fumbled in the bag beside him for a moment and took out a pitch-black tortoise shell.

Old Qin rubbed the surface of the tortoise shell for a few seconds, then looked up and glanced at Han Jingyang and Liu Jing: "Are you two responsible for the operation?"

Zhang Zhiyang spoke first: "And me and Haiyan."

"Oh," Old Qin said, then closed his eyes, held the tortoise shell to his forehead, and began muttering incantations.

After more than ten seconds, he suddenly opened his eyes: "Huh? Something's not right. Let me try again."

Old Qin adjusted his state and repeated the previous steps, but the result was still the same.

Old Qin furrowed his brows: "This isn't right. Why can't I sense anything?"

Zhang Zhiyang also frowned: "What do you mean?"

"I can't measure it."

"You can't measure it?"

"Yes. In the words of my master, a powerful expert has obscured Heaven's Secrets. Forcing a measurement will definitely result in a backlash."

Zhang Zhiyang's expression was very ugly.

He had intended to let his own people show off their skills so as not to be looked down upon by Han Jingyang.

But the result was that someone had obscured Heaven's Secrets.

Isn't this making a joke of it?

Han Jingyang took a deep look at that Old Man, then said to Zhang Zhiyang: "He's right. Heaven's Secrets have indeed been obscured. Of course, that's just a way of putting it; the principle is the same as you using a signal jammer to block mobile phone signals within a range. The question now is, what do we do? Rush in directly? Or plan for the long term?"