Under One Person: My Inner Realm Connects to All Worlds!

Chapter 37 The Middleman

Lang Chun's pupils contracted sharply as the pure white blade energy rapidly magnified in his vision. He instinctively dodged to the side, only to see the blade energy suddenly turn in mid-air, biting at his throat like a living creature!

"laugh--"

With a soft tearing sound, Lang Chun stumbled and crashed into the antique shelf. He instinctively covered his neck, but the blood spurting from between his fingers had already stained his chest.

"you……"

Blood and froth rolled in his throat as he futilely reached for Han Yun with his one arm, but he couldn't reach him no matter what.

Han Yun flicked the blood off his blade, and the black and white swords clattered back into their sheaths. The morning light was just beginning to break, and a ray of sunlight streamed in through the window, illuminating Lang Chun's increasingly ashen face.

This old fox, who had lived for over a hundred years, was now slowly sliding down the display shelf and sitting on the floor, the bloodstains from his neck spreading across the floor.

Han Yun collected the corpse and, as usual, decomposed it, absorbing its life essence, skills, and memories.

However, upon comparing it with his memory, Han Yun realized that this old thief was truly greedy. Aside from real estate and shares, just considering the collection of rare and precious items alone, he had no less than a thousand pieces of various sizes, as well as gold and silver ingots passed down from previous dynasties, and silver dollars from the last century.

He also dug a treasure room underground in this courtyard house, where he played with the treasures every day for his own amusement.

For some reason, Han Yun couldn't help but think of someone: Elder Jinchi from Journey to the West. He was just as greedy; having earned hundreds of cassocks, he felt he had to have one too.

Similarly, Lang Chun's inheritance of the Great Sword Wang Wu was the same. If it weren't for the fact that the old master's skills were not bad, he probably would have seized it by trickery and force long ago.

After looting all these things, Han Yun became rich overnight. It is said that murder and arson bring wealth, while building bridges and roads leaves no trace of one's body, and this saying is absolutely true.

At least for the foreseeable future, I won't have to worry about money anymore.

Han Yun found another wooden box containing twelve account books neatly stacked inside. Each book's title page had the year written in regular script. The ink on the oldest book had faded to brown, dating back to the 1930s.

After reading through these ledgers, Han Yun couldn't help but sneer. It turned out that Lang Chun had been in cahoots with those Japanese people in Northeast China since the beginning of the last century, and had even helped them smuggle treasures from China.

Originally, Han Yun was prepared to adhere to some moral principles and take into account the other party's status as an elderly person. He planned to use words to force the other party to make the first move, and then kill him himself. This approach would be perfectly justifiable no matter how you look at it.

It turns out that it's not that people have become bad, but that bad people have grown old.

Han Yun sighed and muttered to himself, "Sigh, it seems I'll have to be more ruthless from now on."

I kill those who are hostile to me without hesitation; I kill ordinary people who have grudges against me by any means necessary; and I kill good people who have a grudge against me by first being polite and then resorting to force, following the rules.

It's nothing more than the methods of domineering, benevolent, or Confucian approaches.

What is the true way of the king? Kill those who disobey.

What does it mean to be domineering? It means killing even those who obey.

What is the Confucian way? Tell him before you kill him, so he won't say you killed him without teaching him.

Otherwise, why would Han Yun have been rambling on with him for so long?

Han Yun is a simple man; he always repays a debt of gratitude and avenges even the smallest grudge.

Sometimes, everyone is happy to help you, but if you don't give them face, they'll hold a grudge for life. They can seek revenge for nine generations, or even a hundred.

Han Yun: I treat rams!

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The disappearance of the four didn't cause much of a stir. The sun rose as usual, and the morning market was as bustling as ever. After breakfast, Han Yun took a nap. He didn't get up until after 11 a.m., then packed his things. He planned to spend another day or two exploring Kyoto before leaving.

For most people, doing these things would naturally lead to a hasty retreat, but Han Yun had his own plans.

For the time being, the company didn't notice the four people's disappearance, which was related to their identities.

Na Kui's wrestling arena usually only accepts those with impeccable backgrounds; ordinary people simply cannot get in. Ma Qi is the owner of the club, and none of his subordinates dare to ask where the boss is.

Tong Muqing's dealings were shady, so naturally they dared not alarm the relevant departments; Lang Chun was just an old man who rarely even left his courtyard.

It's fair to say that all four of them have very narrow social circles, partly to minimize the attention they receive, since the fewer people who know what they're doing, the better.

Another point is that he needs to send out the evidence he has in his possession. It would be too troublesome for him to catch those who slipped through the net by himself, and he doesn't have the energy to deal with these small fry in the huge city of Kyoto.

Therefore, the only entity with sufficient manpower and capabilities is the Department of Extraordinary People, which is affiliated with Na Du Tong.

However, because of his past life, Han Yun really didn't want to deal with people from Na Du Tong.

Moreover, he had registered his information with various authorities, but when others compared it, they found serious discrepancies between his information and the company's records. This would cause trouble if the company took notice, and it could also easily expose his secrets.

Therefore, he had to find someone to pass these things on to him, and someone the company dared not touch or investigate thoroughly.

First of all, Master Guo and Deputy Master Yu were definitely not suitable. After much deliberation and consulting the oracle in the inner realm, Han Yun finally settled on one person.

Old Master Bai of Renxintang.

He was over 130 years old, older than the old master Zhang Zhiwei, but he did human affairs, lived a life of pleasure and vengeance, and lived a carefree and unrestrained life.

He is a man who dares to love and hate, dares to act and take responsibility, and is a man of integrity. At the same time, he can distinguish right from wrong in the face of national righteousness and major issues of principle.

After the 1950s, he directly presented his family's inherited pharmacopoeia prescriptions to the higher-ups. In the eyes of the higher-ups, he was a person of importance. Even if Na Dutong wanted to touch or investigate, he would have to think twice!
Otherwise, if they anger the old man to the point of illness, how will they explain it to the authorities? How will they explain it to the authorities?

After making up your mind.

Later that afternoon, Han Yun strolled out of Chongwen Gate, then turned around and came to a hutong (alleyway).

Just then, a group of old men were seen playing chess at the entrance of the alley.

Among them was an elderly man with white hair and beard, holding a hand warmer in his hands, his face ruddy, sitting on a bench with an air of authority, looking at his opponent with a smug expression. It was none other than Old Master Bai.

"General!"

"What's going on? You're out of ideas now!"

The old man's opponent scratched his head in frustration; on the chessboard, the red pieces had formed a double rook checkmate. The surrounding neighbors chuckled good-naturedly, "Old Bai is bullying people again!"

Han Yun stood quietly on the periphery of the crowd, observing. Old Master Bai's cotton shoes were stained with mud from the melting snow, and he wore an antique jade thumb ring on the ring finger of his right hand, exuding a certain air of refinement.

It is said that a true gentleman observes a game of chess without speaking.

Han Yun didn't remind the opponent what to do next. Only after Old Master Bai's opponent conceded defeat and the game was over did he step forward and gently push the dark horse with his fingertips.

"Horse advances from third to fourth!"

(End of this chapter)