Starry Sky Railway: Opening Performance - Taixu Sword God

Yan: "?"

Feeling Cocolia's gaze from behind, Yan awkwardly explained:

“I didn’t ask anyone to move the oil drums! You know me, I never use my position as an executive officer to order the Iron Guards around or tell them what to do.”

Cocolia nodded and said to those below:

"go on."

The guard then spoke:

"That's right, I had my doubts later too, because the executive officer couldn't remember that he was an executive officer, so why would he be dispatching the Iron Guard?"

"After the museum caught fire, I went to find them immediately!"

March 7th pressed on, "And then?"

"Then……"

"did not find."

"Oh, it's not that we didn't find it."

"?" March 7th narrowed his pinkish-blue eyes: "Do you want to hear what you're saying about gods and demons?"

The guard scratched his head and said awkwardly:

“Miss March, as you know, we Iron Guards usually wear helmets and uniforms when we are on duty.”

"At the time, the fire was raging, and a large group of guards were running around. I wasn't sure which ones had moved the oil drums earlier."

On March 7th, another question was raised:

“No, I saw a group of Iron Guards chasing another group of Iron Guards in Heaven. Pera also said that he heard someone impersonating an Iron Guard or something like that.”

He nodded:

"Yes, we found them again later, so we chased after them, and I even got into a fight with them!"

Dan Heng, who had been silent all along, finally spoke up: "How did you find out?"

"They were taking selfies with their phones at the time."

"..."

……

Chapter 167 Friend, what's yours is mine, isn't it?

Shortly after.

Jepard then led his Iron Guard to search various parts of the upper district of Belleburg.

After Yan Huan and the others returned, Jepard and his team received the news and immediately rushed back.

As for that mysterious enemy...

Sorry, but not as important as the person who ruined my job.

Even if he comes, Yan and Danheng have threatened to kill him.

"My God, it's really gone?"

Sambo stood outside the museum ruins, his eyes wide open.

A long cordon stretched out in front of him, with guards constantly patrolling the area, strictly prohibiting any unauthorized personnel from entering.

Sambo was very disappointed by this.

"Now that's great, nobody can have any fun."

Just as he was sighing with his head down, suddenly, a hand touched his shoulder.

Sambo didn't turn around, but gritted his teeth and threw a punch backward.

All of a sudden.

The sound boom even created a sonic boom in the air.

This punch was incredibly powerful!

From an outsider's perspective, it would be enough to send someone straight to the ICU to drink millet porridge.

But the person behind Sambo simply stretched out his palm and easily caught the punch.

Paji——

Upon seeing who it was, Sangbo broke out in a cold sweat and quickly apologized:

"Holy crap, big brother... big brother? I thought it was that beast!"

"Which beast?"

After raising an eyebrow, Yan pushed Sangbo's fist back and asked curiously:

"The matter of cultural relics must have something to do with you, right? Well, you're really brave to burn my private property!"

"No, no, no...that's not how it is!"

Faced with Yan Huan's identification, Sangbo quickly took a few steps back, his face filled with panic:

"Brother, you have to believe me! This is your territory. Even if you had the guts of a million, I wouldn't dare to act arrogantly here!"

"not to mention……"

Sambo sighed:

"Why would I burn down a museum for no reason? There's no money for it."

Yan smiled slightly, moved closer, and said in a low voice:

“Friend, I don’t believe you’re not interested in cultural relics. Do you dare say that those that were stolen before had nothing to do with you? Pera needs evidence to arrest people, but I, Yan, never need any evidence to fight.”

As Yan Huan approached step by step, Sang Bo was so frightened that he took a few steps back.

"No, brother! You know me. Before you came, I admitted that the missing artifacts from the museum had something to do with me..."

He put his thumb and forefinger together and said with an awkward laugh, "A tiny bit of a connection."

"But ever since you came, I've found a way to return the most important items! I haven't lost anything since, have I? And I've turned down any collaborations they've had with me!"

He smiled and said:

“I know my brother will definitely tamper with the cultural relics. If any fool dares to take them, they’ll be in the ICU drinking millet tomorrow!”

Looking at Sambo in front of me, I saw how honest he was.

Yan's intuition told him that this didn't seem fake.

So he dropped the brick he had just picked up and dusted off his hands:

"Do you have any clue who set the fire? Who were the people you worked with before who stole the cultural relics? If you give them away, I won't torture you anymore."

Upon hearing that he would have to reveal his partners, Sambo seemed to have expected it and quickly said:

"Brother, they're just a few money-grubbers. I guarantee they have absolutely nothing to do with burning down your territory!"

"Hey, you're still refusing to hand over your partner's information, huh?"

"Brother! If I were to sell them out so easily, who would dare to work with me in the future?"

"You're quite loyal, aren't you?"

"That's for sure!"

"But... if you could give me a little tip to test me, maybe I'll..."

"Okay, I'm not interested in them anymore."

"..."

Yan turned around and looked at the ruins and rubble.

Not long ago, it was a magnificent and imposing sight.

But can such a magnificent building really be reduced to ruins with just a few barrels of oil?

Although Beloberg has lost its star core, the climate remains cold, and light snow falls from time to time.

There were tourists and some serious Iron Guards in the museum, including Pera. Oh, and Bronya happened to pass by at the time.

In such an extreme environment.

A few disguised Iron Guards and a few barrels of oil managed to sweep through the entire enormous museum.

"That's really bad, it's burned to this state."

Yan stepped into the ruins behind the cordon, right in front of the guards at the gate.

He bent down, picked up a charred, burnt fragment, and gently squeezed it in his hand.

The fragments turned into a fine sand that slowly flowed down Yan Huan's fingertips.

"Big brother, wait for me!!"

Behind him, Sambo also wanted to go in.

However, he was stopped on the spot by several guards.

"This is a restricted area. Unauthorized personnel are prohibited from entering!"

"Damn it!" Looking at the iron guards blocking his way, Sangbo suddenly felt a headache coming on:

"But my older brother went in too!!"

"You still know that's your older brother? Don't you understand the principle of letting an executive officer in and out?"

"..."

Sambo could only look at the ruins from outside, and as he looked, his eyes suddenly lit up:

"Wait, brother! How long were we in the snowfield? How could such a large building be burned like this in such a short time? There must be something seriously wrong!"

Yan exclaimed in surprise from inside the cordon: