Chapter 867

I thought barely arresting Miss Luo Quan was already insane, but the truth is even more insane.

I really doubt the Tokyo Metropolitan Police's capability—deploying so many people and still letting the suspect escape.

They actually stole the Three Sacred Treasures?

If not for Miss Luo Quan, wouldn't this national treasure be lost already?

I suggest all these useless fools commit seppuku—couldn't even protect a dead object, and if civilians face threats in the future, are we just supposed to fend for ourselves?

I suddenly feel rather pessimistic.

The Olympics are about to start, and this kind of incident is just embarrassing.

………………

After news of the Narita Airport lockdown was reported by journalists, online outrage flooded the internet.

The only silver lining is that we managed to recover the Yasakani no Magatama; otherwise, today's operation would have become a complete farce.

Miss Luo Quan was praised to the skies by every netizen for her crucial role in this operation, with many wanting to enshrine her like a deity and burn three sticks of incense morning and night.

But Miss Luo Quan didn't find out about any of this until the next day—after a simple wash-up at the hotel, she collapsed straight into bed.

Everyone was already exhausted from the long journey, and after sitting at the airport for over an hour, they were utterly drained.

We'd originally planned to stroll through Tokyo's streets at night, but now no one had the energy—so we just canceled it.

Miss Luo Quan slept until ten, and when she woke up, she checked her phone: Junko had called several times, the latest just ten minutes ago.

She rubbed her eyes and called back.

The call connected quickly: "Jung-chan, was your phone dead?"

"Slept in," Miss Luo Quan yawned, then wriggled like a languid, seductive caterpillar across the bed, stretching her limbs.

"I took the train to Tokyo to find you—I'll be there soon."

As host, Junko had planned to pick everyone up yesterday.

But family matters delayed her, so she could only come this morning.

"Alright, come straight to the Tokyo International Hotel—we're here. I'm going to freshen up."

"Got it!" Junko nodded.

Twenty minutes later, Miss Luo Quan, wearing sunglasses, met Junko at the hotel entrance, and they embraced tightly.

"Why are you the only one here? Where are the others?" Junko glanced around, puzzled—no sign of Seeing Wen Xia or the rest.

Miss Luo Quan smiled: "We were up all night yesterday, so everyone's probably still asleep."

"By the way, what exactly happened yesterday? Why did you clash with the Tokyo police?"

In the elevator, Junko curiously asked for details.

Miss Luo Quan didn't hide anything and told the full story, then asked: "By the way, does Japan have any secret organizations that dare oppose the Imperial Family?"

Junko frowned, thought for a moment, then shook her head: "I've never heard of any. After the Qi revival, the Japanese Imperial Family easily cultivated many powerful samurai and ninja—they're effectively the number one force outside the government. Everyone scrambles to curry favor; who'd dare oppose them?"

"Ninja?" Miss Luo Quan's eyes widened in delight. "Like in Naruto—the Water Release: Great Mouth Spit (Big Ball Technique)!"

She formed hand seals, puffing her cheeks out like a toad.

Among all Japanese manga, Naruto was one of her favorites.

Techniques like the Thousand-Year Kill, Sexy Technique, and Reverse Harem Technique were legendary—famous across global anime circles.

If Qi revival really let people master such ninja arts, she'd definitely learn them—and if she could get Sharingan or Rinnegan, that'd be even better.

"What are you daydreaming about?" Junko stared at her like she was an idiot. "Those Naruto techniques are fictional—there's no way they exist in reality."

"The ninja I mean are stealthy assassins who move like feathers, slipping silently into targets' homes."

"They're weaker than samurai in direct combat, but unmatched in assassination, infiltration, and intelligence gathering."

"But they're definitely not those cartoon monsters who summon giant mechs to destroy the world."

"Oh." Miss Luo Quan sighed in disappointment. "I thought real ninja arts actually existed."

"But if you used the Thousand-Year Kill technique with your current strength and speed, the impact would be unimaginable."

Junko's serious expression left Miss Luo Quan unsure whether she was teasing her.

"Do I look like someone who uses low-brow tricks?" Miss Luo Quan rolled her eyes, clearly unimpressed.

The Thousand-Year Kill is famous—and hilarious.

But it's undeniably vulgar; no one uses it in legitimate duels.

If you actually pulled it off, wouldn't you get laughed out of the arena?

"So the Imperial Family's influence is now extremely high—even those arrogant zaibatsu dare not provoke them?" Miss Luo Quan concluded from Junko's analysis.

Junko nodded: "That's right. Many samurai now dream of returning Japan to the shogunate era—where warriors hold privileges and can kill without consequence."

"Impossible. Utter fantasy."

Miss Luo Quan let out a dry, mocking laugh: "In today's society, would the government allow such lawless thugs? Even if Japan rarely imposes the death penalty, anyone who does this will spend the rest of their life in prison."

Junko chuckled: "My grandfather said the same—he called any samurai who thinks that way a complete idiot."

"Qi revival just enhances physical strength—it doesn't turn people into superheroes. Under bullets, they're still defenseless. Break the law, and you'll still be punished."

Miss Luo Quan silently praised Junko's grandfather, then added: "If we ever meet samurai like that, we should keep our distance."

"Also, I think this incident is probably tied to Japan's major zaibatsu."

"Why do you say that?" Junko looked surprised.

Miss Luo Quan tried to explain her intuition: "Japan only has a few major forces—either the government or the zaibatsu."

"The Metropolitan Police put up a huge effort this time—it doesn't look like they were slacking off."

"If the government were behind it, and their goal was to seize the Yasakani no Magatama, they'd never have worked so hard."

Junko's expression turned worried: "If that's true, this theft is just the beginning."

"It's just a guess—I could be wrong. Maybe the Reiwa Phantom Thief is just a lone wolf with no backing."

Miss Luo Quan patted Junko's shoulder, reassuring her: "If the sky falls, the tall ones will hold it up. Don't stress so much—this isn't our problem to solve."

"You're right," Junko grinned sweetly.

By noon, the others slowly woke up after their long sleep.

Though most were martial artists, their physical conditioning couldn't match Miss Luo Quan's perfected Wu Gong—they recovered much slower and woke up later.

"Let me introduce you—this is Lin Lin Ruoli, a new member of Sister Quan Shui Entertainment."

Miss Luo Quan introduced her to Junko.

"Nice to meet you, please take care of me."

Junko bowed a perfect ninety degrees, leaving Lin Lin Ruoli startled: "You're too formal—just shake hands."

Miss Luo Quan smiled: "It's standard Japanese etiquette—bowing's fine. Better to be overly polite than rude."

"Exactly what Jung-chan says," Junko laughed, smoothing her hair, her smile warm and approachable.

"This is Cheng Nuo—my disciple." Miss Luo Quan continued.

"Hello, Sister Junko," Cheng Nuo, the youngest, greeted her first.

"Disciple?" Junko's mouth dropped open. "I didn't hear you took on a disciple in Japan?"

Miss Luo Quan whispered: "Secretly taken—very few know."

"By the way, Junko—isn't your martial arts level sixth rank?" Lin Lin Ruoli suddenly asked curiously.

"You know about that?" Junko blinked, then replied: "I'm not talented in martial arts—only sixth rank."

"Sixth rank!" Seeing Wen Xia and Gao Liang's eyes filled with envy—how could everyone be so strong?

Miss Luo Quan cleared her throat solemnly: "Let me formally introduce you—Junko is the granddaughter of the head of the Yagyū Shinshin-ryū."

"Her grandfather, Master Yan Zhai Yagyū, isn't just the head of his school—he's also one of Japan's Four Sword Saints, with incredible martial prowess!"

Junko had intended to downplay it, but since Miss Luo Quan was stating undisputed facts, she simply nodded:

"Yes, my grandfather is indeed one of the Sword Saints. I trained in swordsmanship since childhood, but I'm not skilled. After Qi revival, I trained further at my family's dojo and now reach sixth rank—but compared to Miss Luo Quan, I'm nowhere near."

"Sixth rank is already amazing," Lin Lin Ruoli said enviously.

Back at the Tan Palace, she'd overheard Miss Luo Quan and others discussing martial ranks and true Qi.

Miss Luo Quan hadn't avoided her then, and only afterward realized Lin Lin Ruoli had never heard such secrets.

But instead of making excuses, Miss Luo Quan simply told her everything—revealing the truth of Qi revival.

For most people, this would shatter their worldview.

Even after Miss Luo Quan proved it with her superhuman strength, Lin Lin Ruoli took a long time to accept it.

Undoubtedly, after learning about Qi revival, Lin Lin Ruoli asked to train.

Now she's following Gao Liang and Seeing Wen Xia's path—starting from basic physical conditioning, progressing steadily.

For Junko, being praised by a beginner like Lin Lin Ruoli meant nothing.

In Japan, she'd met many martial prodigies her own age.

Some were under twenty and already at third rank—terrifying.

But compared to Jung-chan, they were just earthworms beneath the Yamata no Orochi—utterly insignificant!

Jung-chan was the undefeated true martial master of Europe—third rank? She could crush them with a flick of her finger.

Thinking of this, Junko smiled proudly—as if Miss Luo Quan's greatness made her great too.

"Since everyone's awake, let's explore Tokyo properly."

Mia's main reason for coming was tourism, and she was eager to suggest it now.

Although Miss Luo Quan had lived in Tokyo for years, she'd always been a shut-in—just school and home, rarely shopping, so she didn't know where to go.

She turned to Junko: "Junko, lead the way—take us around the city."

So she turned to Junko: "Junko, lead the way—take everyone for a walk around town."

"But I don't know which attractions to visit," Junko said; she wasn't a Tokyo native—her home was at the foot of Mount Fuji, the only place she truly knew.

"Who cares? Just hit the streets and wander wherever you end up."

Seeing Wen Xia cut short this process of deciding a destination; she preferred advancing without one.

Not knowing what the journey might bring—isn't that precisely the meaning of travel?

This suggestion won unanimous agreement.

After changing clothes, they stepped onto Tokyo's bustling streets.

The incident at Narita Airport the day before had not affected the city at all; among the passersby, many could be seen with cameras mounted on their heads.

In this one of Asia's greatest cities, there were too many sights and human stories worth capturing.

People from many other countries also wanted to learn about what happened here.

Even the smallest trivial matters, when filmed and posted online, could attract attention.

As it happened, Miss Luo Quan originally became famous because of a YouTube vlogger who made urban exploration content.

At the time, the system had forced her onto the streets to sing for money, or else she'd have to work in Kabukicho.

The situation had been dire, but the vlogger's appearance made her an overnight sensation, and after that, her fame spiraled out of control.

Returning to Tokyo's streets, one could still see many street performers.

Most sang, with varying skill levels, but each carried an unmistakable air of confidence.

Miss Luo Quan sometimes stopped to listen closely.

When she found a performance brilliant, she'd been about to toss in some coins—until she patted her pocket and remembered she hadn't carried cash in a very, very long time.

Advanced online payment systems meant people now needed only a smartphone to complete nearly every transaction.

Unfortunately, none of these street performers had placed QR codes at their performance spots.

So Miss Luo Quan had nothing to offer except applause.

And just then, the electronic billboard above them suddenly displayed Miss Luo Quan's image.

On the screen, Miss Luo Quan wore a white T-shirt; across her full chest, bold red text undulated: "Ganbatte (Do your best)!"