Know Yourself in the Dragon World

Chapter 156 Arriving in Tokyo

Jiude Mai was pacing back and forth by the river. In the distance in the woods, there was movement and birds flew away into the sky.

Like a wild beast walking in the forest, its power intimidates these weak animals.

When Jiude Mai was about to draw out her dagger, Han Qiu rushed out of the thorns.

He saw three helicopters and three Jude Mai.

He knew in his heart that it was just his blurred vision. How could there be three Jiude Mai? There would be no treatment for three helicopters.

Without being able to utter a word, his body kept falling forward with a smile on his face.

"Hey, are you here? Han Qiu, Han Qiu!"

Su Enxi was still asking questions, and had been asking all the way.

I really don't have the energy to reply to you now.

Jiude Mai rushed forward and supported Han Qiu before he fell to the ground.

He took out his cell phone from his pocket.

"Potato Chips, Han Qiu has arrived."

"What happened?" Su Enxi breathed a sigh of relief.

"He fainted and was badly injured."

"You're just a stubborn bull. I've already told you that if you can't do it, I'll let you take it."

"The stubborn bull may want to show off. No more nonsense, I will take him away."

"it is good."

After hanging up the phone, Jiude Mai carried Han Qiu on her back.

"It's quite heavy." She said disdainfully, "Like a dead pig."

"Han Qiu, the Word Spirit Merchant, Eddie Peng?"

No matter how he called, Han Qiu did not respond.

……

This is a very long dream.

Back to the university campus, there were no car accidents and not so many trivial things.

The years are peaceful and quiet, but at the same time, I have gained nothing.

In a trance, I walked further and further away, becoming hazy and unclear.

So, who can tell the difference between truth and falsehood?

“Ah…”

Han Qiu sat up and greedily breathed in every breath of air, which tasted a bit of the salty sea water.

"Awake?" Jiude Mai came over and touched Han Qiu's forehead. "You're in good health. You recovered so quickly."

Han Qiu looked at the blue sky, white clouds and sea outside the plane, touched his naked body and asked, "Where is this? How long have I been unconscious? What did you do to me?"

"We still have three hours to arrive in Tokyo, Japan." Jude Mai replied: "You slept for six hours. I just treated your wound, nothing happened. Don't worry, I won't take advantage of you."

Han Qiu turned around, stared at Jiude Mai's beautiful face, and said softly, "Thank you."

"Why are you being so polite!" Jiude Mai took the backpack and said, "There's not much time left, so tell me what needs to be told. You're in a very bad condition right now, do you need to rest for a while after arriving in Tokyo?"

"can."

"Okay, I'll give you everything. I don't have time to waste with you in Japan. After I drop you off, I have to return."

"understand."

Jiude Mai took out a document and began to introduce herself: "You are a mixed-blood raised by the Jiude family, helping the family deal with some dirty matters..."

"Let me take a look myself." Han Qiu took the document.

Name: Hirano Kaede (original name Miyamoto Kaede)

Age: 20 years old

Experience: Grew up in Tokyo, was adopted by the Jiude family at a young age, and cultivated as a secret weapon. He traveled abroad for many years, dealing with some dirty things of dignitaries. Now he is dissatisfied with some dirty activities in the government and defected after returning to China.

There were some detailed introductions following, and Han Qiu quickly browsed through them.

"Very professional." Han Qiu flicked the paper with satisfaction.

Before this, Su Enxi had communicated with Han Qiu many times about what to do after coming to Japan.

Formulate the perfect identity according to Han Qiu's requirements.

"Will we be discovered and something go wrong?" Han Qiu was still a little worried.

The Japanese are all monsters, and you will lose your life if you are not careful.

"After all, the Jiude family is one of the most influential families in the Japanese government. What are you afraid of?"

"I'm afraid of the Sheqi Eight Clan."

"Don't worry, they can't find any problems unless you are too conspicuous. But for safety reasons, you'd better not deal with the Eight Snake Families. The academy has issued wanted notices to branches in various places." Jiude Mai reminded.

"I won't do this to my own death, don't worry."

"As for the question of words and spirits, you can pick a spiritual system as the external one. I don't need to say more about this."

"You're so verbose."

Jiude Mai glared at Han Qiu fiercely, "Do you think I'm nagging? Aren't you just afraid that you'll die in Tokyo? Really."

She brought a suitcase and opened it, revealing a pure white mask with no pattern and countless human skin masks.

"I made it according to your request, for Takeru Sato's face, see if you can wear it."

Han Qiu took out a human skin mask. One side felt exactly like skin, and the other side was covered with a thin film that could be torn open and put on the face.

After putting it on, Jiude Mai brought a mirror.

Looking at himself in the mirror, Han Qiu was very satisfied. It fit perfectly without a trace.

It is indeed made based on Sato Takeru's face, with a similarity of 70%, and the remaining 30% is mixed with other features.

In a word, one word: handsome!

But he is not as handsome as the original face under the mask.

"Replace it every three days. The mask will crack after this period. The quantity in the box is enough for you to use for half a year." said Jiude Mai.

"Ok, I am very satisfied with your work."

"If the boss hadn't said so, Potato Chips and I wouldn't have bothered to help you so much."

Han Qiu put the white mask on his face again, and now it was perfect.

Imagine that someone accidentally takes off this white mask and sees a handsome face that looks like Takeru Sato.

This is a common practice in Japan, and it affects everyone, from 80-year-olds to 8-year-olds, women and girls.

"Prepare yourself. Inform me before you act, and I will leak the news of your defection to the underworld. After that, you will be on your own."

"I told you that you're nagging, but you still don't believe me." Han Qiu took off his mask and said with a smile.

"If it weren't for the fact that you're injured now, I would really like to beat you up, throw you into the sea, and then fish you out."

"You can't bear it."

"……roll!"

"Forget it, I won't joke with you anymore." Han Qiu slowly stood up with the help of the handrail, stood at the edge of the cabin, and looked at the island.

It really is an island.

"Are you sure you are familiar enough with Japan? A good blacksmith must have strong tools. Even if the identity fabricated for you is perfect, if you don't know anything, you will still be exposed." Jiude Mai started to nag again.

"I'm familiar with it, don't worry. I've learned a lot about Japan, and I used to read Japanese comics. You probably don't know "The Burial of Hibiscus King."

"King Hibiscus?"

"You're wrong, Flillian."

"No, I never watch anime."

"You're missing out on a lot of fun, girl."

As they got closer, Han Qiu saw the city - Tokyo.

Sadness climbs up the whites of the eyes to the pupils. In those established stories, there is an established tragedy.

It was the city he loved and the place where the people he loved were buried.

"The boss thinks highly of you." Jiude Mai stood beside Han Qiu and admired the city together.

"I'm not his subordinate. A cooperative relationship is different from a superior-subordinate relationship. The word 'respect' sounds uncomfortable to me."

"There aren't many people the boss likes, and you're not feeling comfortable."

"So what?" Han Qiu asked in Japanese.

“No reason. In fact, Potato Chips and I talked about this. If Lu Mingfei had a personality like yours, there wouldn’t be so many troubles.”

The helicopter flew to the suburbs of Tokyo, where there was a wooden house in the mountains.

The environment is nice, the kind of place where the male or female protagonist in novels and animations recuperates.

The leaves are intertwined, the paths are winding, the air is fresh under the fragrance of the grass and trees, and the gurgling stream makes you feel relaxed and happy.

Han Qiu will recuperate here, and someone will deliver supplies regularly.

There is no space for a helicopter to land here, so the only option is to lower a rope ladder when the height is right.

"It's time to say goodbye, Eddie Peng, is there anything else you need?"

"Money." Han Qiu almost forgot about this. "Ask your people to give me some money when I leave. It doesn't have to be too much, but it can't be too little either."