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During the day, Lu Shu appeared to be an attentive student in class, while actually he was thinking about the execution of his plan at night.
But when he happened to catch a glimpse of Sakurai, he realized she seemed to be in deep thought. Lu Shu was curious, because she had never looked so worried before.
Lu Shu asked,
Are you thinking about your keys and wallet?
Hesitant, she replied,
Not at all, sensei… Are you concerned about me?
Err…
Lu Shu was at a loss over what to say. Then, he chose to give up and continue sleeping instead.
A smile suddenly appeared on Yaeko’s face. Maybe Kiriharakun was not as complicated as expected, she thought, my teacher could have over-read things.
The speculation grew stronger in Lu Shu’s heart, that something might have happened to Sakurai. Please don’t affect your teaching at this weekend’s martial art lessons…
At the moment, however, there was no time to care that much. Lu Shu had understood that the best thing this Japan trip had to offer was neither the inheritance nor the mission, but distress points that could be taken freely from the Collection of Gods.
He was in the final stage of igniting the entire third nebula with only two stars left. Lu Shu was also curious about the appearance and function of the third dagger, and how he would be after his eventual ascension to Class B.
And he believed the last bits of distress points could be gained from the Collection of Gods.
At night, Lu Shu waited until 10pm before leaving his house, while Bunndai went out quietly from the back door at the same time. He had specifically told her not to come back until his safe return, so that she would not be brought into trouble should anything bad happened on Lu Shu’s side.
There were inherent uncertainties in his plan. Thus, Lu Shu hoped to minimize the risk for others. As a result, he did not even use the most crucial information provided by the intelligence network, so as not to leave behind any suspicious traces pointing to anyone else.
In other words, Lu Shu was not a cold-blooded person and he could not bring himself to think that other people’s lives could be sacrificed for him.
Besides, with no intention to pursue any noble cause, he would suffer from a guilty conscience should innocent people be landed in trouble.
In silence, Lu Shu leaped over the wall and blended into the darkness. Standing high on the rooftop of a building, he gazed at the Collection of Gods headquarters in the distance. Some lights were still on in the mansion.
Lu Shu wondered, as a Practitioner organization, what they were doing so late at night.
On second thoughts, it was understandable though. Pure cultivation alone would be sufficient to guarantee one’s survival in the mountains, but not in this dirty world.
Here, information from across the world had to be collected instantly, regional strategies had to be planned out, and…
Speaking of which, was it alright for the Heavenly Network to have their Heavenly King Nie Ting running around killing people everyday? Didn’t he have administrative stuff to do? Ever since Lu Shu found out that the inheritance was nothing but a scam, he had been complaining about Nie Ting daily…
At 12am, most lights in the mansion had been turned off. Lu Shu jumped down from the top of the building and walked towards the mansion in a casual manner. He was not scared, because most of the pro guys had gone home for cultivation at this hour. The mansion solely served work purposes and was definitely not a place for residence.
This was because there was not enough Spirit Qi accumulated in the mansion, the same logic as that in school.
Thus, the function of the mansion was more of as a symbol rather than practicality. Otherwise, Lu Shu would not have chosen here anyway…
Outside the mansion entrance stood twelve security guards, each with powerful energy waves.
In one glance, Lu Shu was certain that all of them were of Class D and above. They stood in silence, with a stern look and a long sword hanging under their waist.
But one of them caught Lu Shu’s attention. A Class C!
Upon Lu Shu’s approach, one of them saluted him.
Minister Kitamura!
All twelve of them made a bow. Lu Shu grinned.
Very well.
In the next instant, however, all of them aimed their long swords at Lu Shu. Their action was so in-sync that they seemed to have specifically practiced that for many times.
Okay, fine. I’ll never succeed when I purposely want to plant it on others… Bloody hell…
Lu Shu sighed in distress.
Honestly speaking, he had not come with high expectations either, as he could be easily exposed through his attire, schedule and behavior. Moreover, Kitamura Hirono had his private driver for transport.
Thus, Kitamura’s mask was more useful in concealing Lu Shu’s true face. Although he could have used anybody else’s face, Lu Shu still had a glint of hope in his heart…
All of a sudden, the situation descended into chaos. In a split second, blades clanged out of their sheaths all at once.
Yet, they chose the wrong enemy.
At lightning speed, Lu Shu’s figure retreated out of the encirclement and dashed forward again!
At that instant, two katanas thrust towards him simultaneously, but Lu Shu caught the blades effortlessly between his fingers. Before the security guards could react, they were immediately hurled outwards as Lu Shu exerted force on the blades.
Without any hesitation, Lu Shu cast out the two katanas back-handedly, pinning two security guards on the walls before they were even able to dodge the attack. At that moment, the sword hilts had yet to stop shaking!
Now, the other security guards understood that they were no match for this stranger. One of them slid a black, car-key looking item into his palm. But Lu Shu had arrived before he could press the button.
Then, the man could only stare as his chest caved in under Lu Shu’s fist. In the next second, his blood gushed out uncontrollably, and he had not managed to press the button!
The remaining few were red-eyed due to bloodlust. They darted towards Lu Shu without any consideration of their chances of winning. After a soft sigh, Lu Shu finished up all of them neatly and quickly. Now he had another twelve magical weapons in his pocket…
He decided to leave, for stronger opponents like Collection of Gods Class B experts would surely be attracted to the site by his blatant killing.
In Bunndai’s calculation earlier, it would take at most five minutes for one of the Class B’s to reach the mansion from his cultivation residence. But Lu Shu was not done yet.
Casually he took out a bucket of red paint and a brush from his Seal of Lands. He had bought them in the afternoon just to earn distress points.
In the control room, as the crew were busy calling the Collection of Gods superiors, they watched in shock as Lu Shu painted on their doors and left immediately…
