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"By the way, how's your investigation going regarding the deaths of the more than one hundred people outside the city? The government is demanding a result."

"It's no use. They were all killed by Maxim machine guns, and then some were finished off. Nobody knows who did it, but most people suspect Mr. Zhang."

"Hehe, Mr. Zhang, how could he possibly fight against more than a hundred people by himself?"

"No, it's very possible. He killed more than thirty assassins by himself in the square, and he found a heavy machine gun outside the city. If he's prepared, it's still very possible that he could take their lives."

"Heh, I really underestimated him. He's the only one who's still alive. The Japanese offered him a million marks, but they couldn't kill him."

"Therefore, it's good to befriend such people, and not to offend them!"

The two exchanged a few words before getting back to work.

……

Koizumi stared at the newspaper in front of him, his eyelids twitching.

"Baka! He's provoking us! Provoking our defeat! Provoking that we can't deal with him! This is a declaration of war against the Empire! Baka!"

"Ambassador, what do we do now?"

"What else can we do? He's in Paris now. I'm sure our people there will do something, won't they?"

"Does the ambassador mean that the blame has been shifted to someone else?"

"That's right, we have no way, but maybe they do!"

"Forget it, they must already know that Zhang Tianhao has run into the palm of their hand, so let's not waste our efforts. Let's leave it at that. After all, this is not our failure, nor is it our incompetence, but rather that the other side is too powerful."

"Yes!"

……

That night, Zhang Tianhao stood atop the iron tower, his expression somewhat unsteady. As he looked down at the patrol personnel on the street below, a faint, cold smile crept onto his lips.

"Perhaps only after the war ends will we be able to enjoy life in peace!"

He hated this damn war. He had been working so hard for so many years, and he was really tired, so tired that he almost didn't want to move anymore.

As the night deepened, he downed the red wine in his hand in one gulp, and his eyes gained a clearer look.

"It's time to take action."

He acted on his idea immediately, taking flight from mid-air and heading directly towards his predetermined target.

He came here mainly for machinery, especially some advanced machinery, which is in great need in northern Jiangsu. He had no choice but to come here to beg for help.

Anyway, even if he doesn't take them, they'll eventually be destroyed anyway.

Now that's good, fulfilling his wish can be considered a good thing.

He even wanted to seize two warships at sea if given the chance.

Next, to everyone's surprise, Zhang Tianhao emptied the machines from several factories overnight, leaving not a single thing behind.

When dawn broke the next day, he appeared in front of the Eiffel Tower in Paris once again. Looking at the tower, he took a few more photos before turning around, satisfied, and getting into his jeep to drive off in another direction.

Time passed quickly, and when he reappeared, the Japanese in France, or other people who were paying attention to him, discovered his whereabouts.

But no one bothered him, not because they didn't want to, but because they didn't dare.

That noon, he also boarded a bus heading towards the south of France.

After all, there were far too many German troops here, and he was reluctant to stay. Moreover, many factories and machines had been lost, making the situation even more stringent.

Sitting on the bus, swaying as it headed towards the manor, he wasn't in a hurry this time. After all, his purpose in going to the manor was to have it properly managed. As for boosting the local economy, that was out of the question; in times of war, there was no point in even thinking about the economy.

……

The next day at noon, at Subei Airport, Zuo Mingming and Chief of Staff Zhao were standing in the airport, watching a Japanese plane flying in from a distance, slowly landing at the airport.

"They're here, they're here, they've finally arrived!"

"This time, even the young master himself is probably exhausted!"

The two men finally breathed a sigh of relief as they watched the plane hurtle toward the runway.

After all, they had also received news from international radio stations that Zhang Tianhao was traveling in Rome, Milan, France, and even other places.

In fact, both of them knew that Zhang Tianhao's actions were definitely not trivial and that he must have his own purpose, especially now.

Otherwise, with Zhang Tianhao's status, wealth, and combat power, how could he possibly go to these places and openly roam around under other people's noses?

Nobody wanted to, after all, it was too dangerous.

As the plane slowly descended, Zhang Tianhao jumped off.

The two of them immediately went over and gave Zhang Tianhao a hug with a smile.

“My young master, you had a wonderful time! We’ve been receiving countless telegrams from people asking about you! Now that you’re finally back, we can finally relax.”

"Alright, let's talk on the way!"

He rubbed his temples wearily before looking at the two of them, taking the food that was brought to him, and starting to eat.

Hot water was even delivered.

When he finished eating in a minute, he felt alive again.

"I'm starving, I'm really starving."

"What's wrong, young master? Haven't you eaten along the way?"

"Food? I didn't even get to fart. Food? I don't know which bastard was it. I've been walking all this way and someone has been deliberately trying to harm me. Besides the food I brought with me, the water vendor brought me a bottle of water that had potassium cyanide in it."

"The cook might stab you, and pedestrians might stab you at any time while you're walking. I even have to scoop water from the river to drink."

"Let alone eating!"

"It can't be that bad, can it?"

"It's that bad. Almost the whole world is against you. Look at the consequences. Are you satisfied? If it weren't for moving my stuff, I wouldn't have suffered so much."

As he spoke, he muttered a helpless curse.

"Have you received the goods?"

"Got it. Who the hell would have thought that in the square, more than thirty gunmen would surround you and try to assassinate you, or rather, not assassinate you, but openly attack you?"

"More than a hundred locals with guns were relentlessly chasing you, poisoning you, assassinating you, and even trying to get the government to help detain you. They used all sorts of methods. If I hadn't run fast, I might have been detained by them."

"Young master, you're amazing, truly amazing."

Zuo Mingming could almost imagine the environment and difficulties Zhang Tianhao was in in Rome and France.

"Get lost!" She glared at him irritably, then slowly said. (End of Chapter)