It had to be said, this woman was a peerless beauty. Judging by her looks alone, she was no less remarkable than his senior sisters.
During the recent kiss, the musky scent that filled his nostrils was naturally pure, making one linger and forget to return.
Bai Zihe didn't think much of it; it was merely a minor interlude.
For the next while, nothing else happened on the plane.
A few hours later, the plane landed at Jiangdong Province Airport.
Bai Zihe impatiently exited the cabin.
He could no longer wait to eliminate Gu Chengkong and obtain the keys to the Xu and Zhou families.
The closer he got to success, the more urgent this feeling became.
"Stop!"
Just as Bai Zihe was about to step out of the terminal, a group of Japanese people pursued him and blocked his path.
It was the same group from the plane earlier.
Bai Zihe's brows furrowed slightly, and he said indifferently, "Speak quickly if you have something to say."
The leader of the Japanese group was very short, perhaps only reaching Bai Zihe's shoulder.
Upon hearing his words, the short Japanese man immediately let out a cold smile and sinisterly said, "Kid, you have something in your bag that you shouldn't."
Without further ado.
He took Bai Zihe's bag, held it in his hand, and gestured for it to be opened.
Bai Zihe casually unzipped it.
At some point, a bronze artifact had appeared inside.
If Bai Zihe remembered correctly, this item was called a "Pan Chi Pattern Ding," a relic from the Warring States period that had been plundered by the Japanese during the Great Chaos.
Bai Zihe couldn't help but take another look.
This one glance...
All sorts of specters and demons could no longer hide.
It turned out this thing was a fake. It was clear he was being framed.
Bai Zihe took out the fake "Pan Chi Pattern Ding" and said indifferently, "This thing is fake. Take it if you want it."
The short Japanese man's face instantly turned cold.
His triangular eyes fixed on Bai Zihe: "Fake... but that doesn't mean we'll let you go!"
"If you weren't an accomplice of that woman, how could you have helped her evade our sight? How could you have deliberately planted a fake one to deceive us?"
"Tell me her whereabouts, and I can spare your life."
"Otherwise..."
The short Japanese man drew his samurai sword and struck a railing by the roadside. Sparks flew, and the railing was instantly cut in two.
"This is your fate!"
The short Japanese man pointed at the railing and coldly shouted.
Facing his threat, Bai Zihe couldn't help but laugh. Fearlessly, he said, "I don't know why this thing was in my bag."
"Nor do I know that woman."
"You... get out of the way."
With that, Bai Zihe, holding his bag, walked forward.
"Baka!"
The short Japanese man became enraged. Boundless ferocity blazed from his small eyes: "Chop him up!"
At his command, the other Japanese men immediately drew their samurai swords and swung them towards Bai Zihe's face.
Instantly.
The chilling samurai swords flashed before the eyes, sending a shiver down one's spine.
Bai Zihe's expression immediately turned grim.
These Japanese people...
They were truly arrogant and overbearing.
This was the heartland of Da Xia, a sensitive area like an airport!
To draw swords and threaten fellow Da Xia citizens at the drop of a hat, it seemed their inherently cruel and bloodthirsty nature could never change.
Just like dogs.
No matter how far they roamed, if they saw feces, they couldn't resist a taste!
"Swish!"
In the next moment, the Japanese man's samurai sword was about to cleave Bai Zihe's face.
Bai Zihe raised his hand, caught the samurai sword, then kicked the Japanese man flying. He also disarmed him, taking the sword into his own hand.
"Swish, swish, swish!"
One sword, one person. He dealt with these Japanese men directly.
The short Japanese man, not expecting Bai Zihe to be so formidable, felt his liver and gall turn to ice. He turned and fled.
"Trying to run?"
A cold glint flashed in Bai Zihe's starry eyes. He threw the samurai sword, piercing the fleeing man through and through.
The short Japanese man collapsed on the ground, dying on the spot.
In less than fifteen seconds.
This wave of Japanese people, except for the one Bai Zihe had kicked away at the beginning, were all dead, completely finished.
Subsequently.
Bai Zihe walked towards the only survivor.
"You, you..."
The Japanese man was terrified to the extreme. He propped himself up with his hands, trying to crawl backward, but coughed up a mouthful of blood and fell back to the ground.
"I won't kill you."
The next moment, Bai Zihe appeared before him.
His expression was as cold as midwinter, devoid of any human warmth: "Go back and tell your master behind you."
"The Pan Chi Pattern Ding..."
"is an artifact inherent to Da Xia. Since it has returned to Da Xia's embrace, there is no reason for you to steal it back again."
"If you dare to set your sights on it again, I won't hesitate to exterminate you all!"
"Begone!"