Simultaneous Transmigration: What the heck is the kids' channel?

"Um... Boss Valon..."

"I...have a...request."

The thought of going to Japan immediately reminded Tru of his mother at home, whom he hadn't seen for a long time since he started working.

Although he is sometimes afraid of his mother.

I'm afraid of becoming like her.

But what I felt most was concern and a son's longing for his mother.

I wonder how my mother is doing now.

If I don't get to see my mother this time in Japan, I don't know when I'll have another chance.

That's why he hesitated so much.

They were also a little afraid of being scolded by their boss, as the importance of this mission was self-evident.

Valon put down the phone, raised his cane and tapped it lightly on the floor, meeting Tru's somewhat uneasy yet expectant gaze for a moment.

Valon's heart skipped a beat.

Yes, it seems like Tru hasn't been home to visit her mother in ages since she started working for him.

That mother, who raised Tru alone from childhood, had a very difficult time.

Valon shifted his gaze from Tru, then looked at Shen Ming beside him and said:

"Mr. Shen Ming, perhaps we could stay another night. I also have some nice properties in Japan that you can visit."

In his opinion, Shen Ming was not an unapproachable person, based on their time together.

Of course, if that doesn't work, there's nothing he can do.

But ultimately, I have to give it a try for my men.

Tru had a warm heart.

Is the owner of Valmont speaking up for himself?!

He originally just wanted to visit his mother.

It will be ready in a few hours.

What Valon is saying now is completely beyond his expectations.

He choked up a little.

Valon is indeed a good boss.

Thinking of this, Shen Ming nodded: "Of course, no problem, but one night is too short, how about staying a few more days?"

Then he added in a joking tone:

"But I won't go to any improper places."

After saying that, Shen Ming raised an eyebrow.

He didn't mind giving Valon face, and since he was already here, why was he in such a hurry to come back?

It's a rare opportunity, so I should definitely experience the local customs and culture.

"Don't worry, Brother Shen Ming, I'll arrange everything." Valon said with a smile. It's definitely better to work with someone who has a human touch.

Unlike that Holy Lord, who only knows how to use talismans all day long!

His men have already worked very hard!

I'm really looking forward to it.

Valon then took out a small stack of US dollars from the drawer and tossed it to Tru: "Take this money and buy something. You can't go home empty-handed no matter what."

"As one of my subordinates, the most important thing is to repay kindness."

"We may not be good people, but we do have our own bottom line."

"After you find the mask, go home and spend more time with your mother. I'll come to see you then."

Valon walked over and patted him on the shoulder.

His words were full of concern.

This kind of respect and care was something Tru had never imagined.

He just wanted to go home and see his mother.

It's unbelievable how things have turned out this way.

He choked up for a moment and didn't know what to say.

"Boss... I really don't know... what to say..."

"Don't say anything, buddy. You're my best subordinate and brother. You deserve all of this," Valon waved his hand. To him, it was just a small matter.

"I understand, boss."

Tru was determined to overcome his fear, find all the masks, and complete the task assigned to him by Boss Valon!

"That's right, since we're already so close to home, how can we not go back and visit?"

Spend more time with your mother.

"She'll definitely worry about you since you're working hard all by yourself out there."

Shen Ming chimed in, "Wallon is really a man of principle. No wonder so many people follow him. This boss is simply perfect."

"Didi didi"

At that moment, Valon's phone rang again.

"Okay, I understand."

"Mr. Shen Ming's plane is ready; we can depart at any time."

"Okay, let's go then."

With no shortage of money, the Mafia's efficiency is maximized.

What's more, it's their own boss leading the team.

The group consisted entirely of elites, all dressed in impeccably black uniforms.

The group of more than twenty people boarded the prepared plane and set off for Japan in a grand procession.

Sitting on Valon's private jet again, Shen Ming poured himself a glass of champagne and savored it.

suddenly.

"Come on, let's drink to success!"

After finishing his first glass, Shen Ming poured himself another and then raised the glass.

Valon raised his glass: "To success!"

Trudeau raised his glass: "To success!"

under the night sky.

A modified plane headed towards Japan, proceeding towards its marked destination.

The plane landed at an abandoned temporary airfield near the sea.

"I hate the ocean, and I hate fish even more."

Tru's face turned pale; he felt uncomfortable because of the fishy smell.

Questions from my memory are resurfacing.

But this memory is really not very good.

Shen Ming yawned and casually pulled out a bottle of potion: "Perhaps you need this potion. Its effect is to block your perception of unpleasant smells."

"Really, Mr. Shen Ming?" Tru's eyes lit up. This was fantastic!

"Of course, wizards don't lie, except for the Holy Lord."

"Just call me Brother Shen. We're not only business partners, but also friends and brothers."

"Yes, Tru, Mr. Shen Ming is our friend, why don't you give it a try?" Valon chimed in, though he didn't seem to dislike it; what he feared most was becoming penniless.

That was a nightmare!

Shen Ming handed over the potion, and casually made a little joke about the Holy Lord.

What he said was correct.

That's all the truth.

"Glug!" Tru finished the potion. "It's orange flavored too! Brother Shen is truly an amazing wizard!"

"I'm glad you like it. I have quite a few other flavors here, you can have all of these."

After tossing the other bottles of potions to Tru, his pockets were much emptier.

Shen Ming stretched and, with his excellent eyesight, saw the waves crashing against the rocks on the other side.

You can even smell the ocean.

"The time is right, let's get in the car."

The car had been waiting there for quite some time.

After getting in the car, the engine roared and we headed toward the first marked location.

..........

"Is this the place?"

Shen Ming yawned. The museum in front of him was rather old and there were hardly any people here.

The nearby parking spaces were all occupied by the Mafia's action group.

"So"

"Let's finish finding everyone quickly so we can have some free time."

Shen Ming walked ahead, and when they arrived at the museum entrance, the staff members were dozing off.

"Go and wake him up," Valon said, his brow furrowing slightly as he immediately beckoned one of his men forward.

"He's the boss."

"Wake up"

The mafia member shoved the other man and then tossed him a wad of Japanese yen.

It's better to avoid trouble; breaking in and robbing isn't the Mafia's style.

This isn't a bank vault.

The man slowly woke up, and upon opening his eyes to see a large group of men in black staring at him, his last bit of morning grumpiness vanished instantly.

He spoke cautiously and hesitantly:

"Gentlemen, is there anything I can help you with?"

This is a bit too scary!

What good stuff does this museum have?

"We're here on an international exchange program to appreciate art. This is the entrance fee; you don't need to worry about the rest, understand?"

The mafia member spoke fluent Kyoto dialect and tried to be as friendly as possible.

"I see, I understand now. Welcome, gentlemen, please come in!"

After speaking, the staff member came up and bowed at a 90-degree angle.