247: Chapter 247 Don't be like me, all you do is spend money.

The atmosphere inside the cabin was no longer as tense as it had been at the beginning.

"So, your breakthrough in reality also feeds back into the Source Realm?"

Lin Miao's eyes held the glow of a scholar discovering a new continent, her thirst for knowledge almost overflowing.

Although she had changed a lot since joining the dragon scale project, subconsciously, she still had the mindset of a student.

"Not only that." Chen You leaned back on the sofa, his posture relaxed.

"Even if I break through in reality, after entering the Source Realm, it even sends us gift packs to celebrate."

Lin Miao really hadn't expected it to be like this. "Gift packs?"

"Yeah, but you basically have to spend money to buy them."

"..."

Liu Ming listened from the side, scratching his head.

As an out-and-out muscle man, besides attending classes, he liked working out in his spare time.

What he thought about was also much simpler.

"Brother Chen, then how many pull-ups can you do?"

Chen You was stunned for a moment, not expecting this question.

He thought for a moment, then held up one finger.

"One hundred?" Liu Ming ventured to ask.

Hearing this, Chen You couldn't help but laugh, "Keep doing them."

Without waiting for the other person to react, he added, "One finger."

"..."

Compared to the two, Mu Xi, who had a military background, seemed much more composed.

There was no expression on his face, and he looked cool.

However, it was clear that he was actually listening carefully to their conversation.

Hearing this, he still couldn't help but ask: "Captain Chen, you said... how long do we need to train to be like you?"

Flying on a sword, just thinking about it was incredibly cool.

Lin Miao and Liu Ming also hurriedly leaned in, very curious about this question.

In Chen You's Spiritual Sight, distinct spiritual energy vortexes could already be seen in the three people's dantian.

It seemed they had truly entered the gate, reaching about the level of the first layer of Qi Refining.

Chen You shook his head, "I'm just at the beginning myself."

He looked out the window; the plane had already begun to descend slowly.

"There are thousands of Great Daos; you should walk the path that belongs to you..."

The three of them looked solemn, feeling as if something had suddenly been added to their shoulders.

However, Chen You's next sentence immediately made the three of them unable to hold it together.

"Don't be like me, just spending money."

Mu Xi, Liu Ming, Lin Miao: "..."

...

Japan, Tokyo.

The plane landed at a heavily guarded private airport.

This place belonged to a multinational corporation secretly supported by China, and it was also one of the covert transit stations deployed by the Special Affairs Bureau globally.

The cabin door opened, and the group of five walked down the gangway.

The morning sun was already a bit blinding, and the air carried a hint of the salty, damp smell of the sea breeze.

Ground personnel who had been waiting there for a long time immediately stepped forward and handed over several sets of clothes and identification documents.

"A large number of media and onlookers have already gathered around the perimeter of the target location, as well as some protest groups, and the security level has been raised to the highest."

"These are forged press passes that can take you into the media area."

"The vehicles are ready."

Chen You changed into a casual suit, put on a baseball cap and a mask, and looked just like an ordinary member of the entourage.

The dragon scale trio also quickly changed their outfits, transforming into photographers and assistants.

The controlled Kuroda Ryuji changed into a security guard's uniform and followed at the back with a steady gait.

The group got into the car, and the black business van silently merged into the traffic of Tokyo.

The closer they got to the city center, the more oppressive the atmosphere became.

Patrol police could be seen everywhere along the road, and there were even helicopters circling in the sky.

Outside the Yasukuni Shrine, it was already packed with people.

Media reporters from all over the world had set up their cameras and equipment, surrounding the place so tightly that not even water could trickle through.

On the other side were emotional protest groups.

They held up signs written in various languages, and shouts rose one after another.

More numerous were the local Japanese citizens who had come to "observe the ceremony"; their expressions were complex, either fanatical or numb.

Everyone's gaze was focused on that infamous building.

Today, the Prime Minister of Japan would stage a political show here for the whole world.

...

Near the shrine, inside a Japanese-style room used as a temporary lounge.

The Prime Minister of Japan, Watanabe Kai, was pacing back and forth irritably.

He was wearing a traditional black kimono, and the wooden clogs on his feet made the tatami mats creak.

"Has the security been confirmed? Is everything foolproof?"

He asked the security chief standing respectfully in front of him, his tone stern.

"Hai!" The security chief bowed sharply.

"Your Excellency Prime Minister, please rest assured! The Metropolitan Police Department, in conjunction with the Self-Defense Forces, has laid out a dragnet; no suspicious persons can escape our eyes!"

Watanabe Kai still frowned.

His unease did not come from the protesters outside.

It came from the missing Kuroda Ryuji.

Kuroda Ryuji was his most capable agent, having been undercover for many years without ever failing.

But just a few days ago, he had vanished into thin air and completely lost contact.

Watanabe Kai knew with his eyes closed that he had fallen into the hands of China.

Logically speaking, when something like this happened, he should have immediately canceled this visit, handled it in a low-key manner, and avoided provoking the other side.

But the pressure from across the ocean left him with no choice.

The Pentagon promised huge benefits, on the condition that he make this show more grand and more provocative.

He had no choice but to bite the bullet.

He was now like someone walking on a tightrope, terrified that the neighbor on the other side, who had been enduring all this time, would suddenly hit him hard.

Just then, the wooden door of the room was violently pulled open.

An assistant rushed in, looking panicked, forgetting even etiquette.

"Your Excellency Prime Minister! Dis... discovered!"

Watanabe Kai's heart skipped a beat, and he shouted sternly.

"Baka! What are you panicking about! What was discovered? Has China attacked?!"

The assistant was panting heavily, his expression strange, looking both terrified and confused.

"No... no..."

He held up the tablet in his hand, and on the screen was a surveillance screenshot.

"It's Kuroda-kun! We discovered traces of Kuroda Ryuji on the perimeter!"

Watanabe Kai snatched the tablet and stared fixedly at the face on the screen.

That's right, it was Kuroda Ryuji.

He was wearing a security guard's uniform, mixed in with a patrol team, his expression calm.

Watanabe Kai's brain worked at high speed.

He's back?

He actually came back on his own?

Was he released, or did he escape back on his own?

"Has he actively contacted us?" Watanabe Kai asked in a deep voice.

"No," the assistant shook his head, his face pale.

"He is just like an ordinary guard, showing no intention of leaving the team, and our people dare not rashly make contact."

The security chief leaned over to take a look and lowered his voice.

"Your Excellency Prime Minister, this... this is very wrong!"

"Could it be a conspiracy by China? Letting him carry something like a bomb..."

This speculation caused the air in the room to instantly drop to freezing point.

Cold sweat began to seep from Watanabe Kai's forehead.

If Kuroda Ryuji had been controlled by China, he was now a walking, ticking time bomb.

But the visit was imminent, it was being broadcast globally, and the arrow was on the string; he had to go through with it.

He couldn't just cancel the event because of a "possible" threat.

That would cause him to lose all face in front of his masters and his citizens.