I started by watching videos, and I chose 10,000 combat power.

Luo Fei released his grip.

Yamamoto Ichiro's collar slipped from his fingers, and his body plummeted downwards, his eyes wide open and his pupils contracting sharply.

He watched as the young man stood by the broken window, looking down at him expressionlessly.

He wanted to grasp something.

His arms flailing wildly in the air, trying to hook onto the edge of the window frame, even if there was only a sliver of a chance.

But it was all in vain; his body began to fall.

The wind howled.

How long would it take for someone to fall from a height of seventy or eighty stories?

It only takes a few seconds.

But for Yamamoto Ichiro, it was long enough.

It was enough for him to recall the first half of his life.

At this moment, he recalled his childhood, in the countryside of Japan, in that small courtyard, and the swing under the cherry blossom tree.

My mother was cooking in the kitchen, and wisps of smoke were rising from the chimney.

He sat on the swing, swinging higher and higher, when his mother's voice came from behind him: "Ichiro, be careful..."

boom! ! !

A muffled thud.

It's like a bag of cement hitting the ground, or like a ripe watermelon falling from a height.

In the green belt next to the building, a dent was made in the bushes.

Yamamoto Ichiro's body became a puddle... almost blending into the soil.

Fresh blood slowly seeped from beneath him, soaking into the soil.

Passersby turned their heads and paused for a second.

Then screams erupted.

"Someone jumped off a building!"

"Call the police immediately!"

"Call 120 immediately!"

The crowd quickly dispersed in fear, while some of the bolder ones gathered around to check what was happening.

I just saw the terrible state of Yamamoto Ichiro.

Even the bravest people covered their mouths and went to the side to dry heave or couldn't stand it and vomited, while others trembled and backed away.

A pancake vendor not far away looked up at the broken window on the top floor, took out his phone with a solemn expression, and made a call.

The top floor of the building, inside an office.

Luo Fei stood by the broken window and glanced down.

Then he turned around.

Take the laptop out of the storage ring.

He walked to the sofa in the living room, turned on the computer, the screen lit up, and he directly cracked the password to connect to the network.

His fingers flew across the keyboard.

Masao Yamamoto's address, family members, assets, security arrangements, and all other information were presented to Luo Fei.

I also checked everything I could find, including the company's equity structure.

His fingers didn't stop moving at all, and the data on the screen scrolled rapidly.

Ten minutes later, he closed the computer, having memorized all the information he had found. He put the computer into his ring, got up, and walked to the broken window.

A strong wind rushed in, making his clothes flutter loudly.

He raised his head and looked towards the northeast.

That direction leads to Japan.

The energy within the body began to surge.

Both feet left the ground, and the body soared into the air.

Like a shooting star, it shot towards Japan.

Downstairs in the building.

The sound of sirens grew louder as they approached.

Several police cars were parked next to the green belt, and the police quickly set up a cordon.

The crowd was dispersed.

Forensic experts and criminal police began investigating the scene.

"Has the identity of the person who fell from the building been confirmed?" a middle-aged police officer asked.

The young policeman next to him, who had just finished vomiting and was wiping his mouth, immediately nodded.

"We found identification on the deceased: Yamamoto Ichiro, Japanese nationality, head of the Japanese branch of Yamamoto Corporation."

The middle-aged police officer frowned.

"Foreign national? Has the consulate been notified?"

"They have already been notified."

The middle-aged police officer looked up at the towering building.

"Where did the person fall from?"

Another policeman pointed upwards.

"It must be on the top floor; one of the windows is broken."

"Let's go up and take a look."

A few minutes later, on the top floor of the building.

Several police officers came out of the elevator and followed the corridor to the office.

At the door, the secretary was still intently looking at the computer when she heard footsteps, looked up, saw the police, and froze.

"Excuse me... what can I do for you?"

The lead police officer showed his identification.

"We are from the Municipal Public Security Bureau's Criminal Investigation Division. There has been a fall from the building downstairs, and the deceased has been preliminarily identified as Yamamoto Ichiro, the owner of this office. We need to go in and investigate."

The secretary's eyes widened instantly.

"Mr. Yamamoto fell from a building?"

She couldn't believe it at all.

Everything was fine just now. That young man went in to talk business, how did this happen...?

The police officer looked at her.

"Please open the door."

The secretary hurriedly opened the door.

The moment the door opened, a strong gust of wind rushed in.

The wind blew, messing up the secretary's clothes and hair.

Several police officers walked into the office and then froze.

That huge floor-to-ceiling window has disappeared.

All that remained were the broken edges and scattered fragments still falling.

The office was a complete mess.

That large desk is now nothing but a pile of scrap wood.

The police officers looked at each other in bewilderment.

What's going on?

The lead policeman looked around, saw no one else, and then looked at the secretary.

"Was there anyone else in the office besides Yamamoto Ichiro just now?"

The secretary nodded blankly.

"Someone went in just now, and then..."

Upon hearing that someone else had entered the office, the police immediately called out to inquire.

"Who is it?"

"A young man, wearing sportswear, looked to be in his early twenties."

The policeman frowned.

"Where is he?"

The secretary looked at the empty office, then at the broken window.

"He should still be inside! I've been guarding the door the whole time, but I haven't seen him come out."

The policeman's expression changed.

He walked quickly to the window and cautiously looked down.

Below, the warning tape around the green belt is still flashing.

He looked up at the sky again.

There was nothing there.

He turned back and looked at his secretary.

"Are you sure he didn't leave at all?"

The secretary nodded frantically, her voice trembling.

"I'm sure! I've been guarding the door the whole time, I haven't left. The door hasn't been opened since he went in, there's no way he could have gone out!"

The police remained silent.

He looked at the broken window, then at the empty office.

For a moment, I was completely clueless.

He spoke to the police officer beside him in a low voice.

"Immediately retrieve all the surveillance footage from this floor. The elevators, the hallways, the fire escapes. Get it all."

He had barely finished speaking when his phone rang.

He took out his phone, glanced at the screen, and immediately answered the call.

"Director Lin?"

The bureau chief's stern voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Old Li, we've received orders from above. This case will be handled by the National Security officers; they'll be there soon. You need to cooperate with them; all the evidence at the scene, especially the surveillance footage, will be handed over to them."

Team Leader Li was taken aback for a moment.

"Director Lin, this..."

"Do as I say."

The phone hangs up.

Captain Li held his phone, looking out the window at the view of Shanghai.

He knew this case was not simple.

-

Zhou Mingyu, who was far away in Kyoto, had just hung up the phone.

He had just finished listening to Lao Wu's report and learned about Luo Yumei's car accident.

I also know that Luo Fei went to the hospital, and then...

Not long after, a report came from Shanghai that Yamamoto Ichiro had fallen to his death.

He picked up his phone and dialed Yang Zhenguo's number.

"Old Yang, did Luo Fei report to you today?"

Yang Zhenguo's voice came through.

"I've signed up. I said I'm flying to Shanghai to eat 'washbasin chicken' (a type of fried chicken)."

Zhou Mingyu was silent for a second.

"Something just happened in Shanghai. A colleague who was in charge of monitoring the person in charge of Yamamoto Corporation in China reported that he fell to his death."

Yang Zhenguo also fell silent.

A few seconds later, he spoke.

"you mean……"

Zhou Mingyu said.

"Yamamoto Corporation is one of the top conglomerates in Japan. They were among those who called Luo Fei to buy his shares when we were checking his information."

"It's very likely that they were responsible for Aunt Luo Fei's car accident."

"Given Luo Fei's personality..."

He didn't finish speaking.

But Yang Zhenguo understood.

"You mean, he went to Shanghai to see that person in charge?"

Zhou Mingyu nodded.

"It should be."

"Now that the man is dead, Luo Fei should be off to Japan."

Both of them fell silent.

Zhou Mingyu took a deep breath.

"Old Yang, I'll arrange for someone to take over the case in Shanghai immediately, and have someone keep an eye on the Japanese. If Luo Fei really goes, we need to make preparations in advance."

Yang Zhenguo immediately added.

"Report this to your superiors immediately. If things escalate, someone will have to cover for you."

"I see."

I hung up the phone.

Zhou Mingyu shook his head.

"This kid..."

He then picked up the red telephone on his desk and dialed a number.

-

night sky.

Luo Fei's figure was flying at high speed.

Once outside the airspace of the Dragon Kingdom, he no longer suppressed his speed.

Mach 25.

Mach 30...

Continuously improving.

Beneath my feet lies the vast ocean.

Occasionally, you can see a few ships sailing at night, their lights on like fireflies in the darkness.

He ignored him and continued to accelerate forward.

At this moment, if someone looks up carefully, they will see a faint streak of light flash by, like a shooting star streaking across the night sky.

A few minutes later.

The outline of land appeared ahead; we had arrived in Japan.

He slowed down and lowered the altitude.

Skimming over the coastline, we ventured inland.

In the night sky, his speed was astonishing.

Japan's air defense radar was completely ineffective against him, and it detected nothing unusual.

Even the US military stationed at the "Face Basin Chicken" (a location in the US military) failed to detect Luo Fei's low-altitude, high-speed flight.

Their satellites, radars, and early warning aircraft did not detect anything unusual.

Another few minutes passed.

A dense cluster of lights appeared ahead.

We've arrived in Edo.

As the economic center of Japan, its prosperity rivals that of any city in the world.

Skyscrapers stand tall, and vehicles stream through the streets like flowing ribbons of light. Shinkansen trains weave through the city's fabric, leaving trails of white light and shadow.

Luo Fei continued flying forward.

Soon, he arrived above an upscale residential area.

This place is completely different from the hustle and bustle of the city center.

Quiet, shaded by green trees.

Each house has its own independent courtyard, covering a vast area, and blends traditional and modern architectural styles.

White walls and black tiles, exquisite gardens, small bridges and flowing water, exude an understated luxury in the night.

This is where Masao Yamamoto's mansion is located.

Luo Fei hovered high in the sky, looking down.

It was a huge courtyard covering several thousand square meters.

The perimeter is surrounded by high walls, with surveillance cameras installed at the corners.

The main entrance consists of two heavy iron gates, with two bodyguards in black suits standing at the door.

Inside the courtyard is a meticulously designed garden.

Artificial hills, ponds, and bluestone paths.

The cherry blossom tree stood quietly in the night, its branches and leaves swaying gently in the wind.

Passing through the garden, you'll find a three-story main building.

It retains the style of a traditional machiya (traditional townhouse) while incorporating a large number of modern elements.

Huge floor-to-ceiling windows, clean lines, and exquisite wooden latticework.

The light shone through the window, warm and bright.

At this moment, the liveliest place is the outdoor swimming pool behind the main building.

The pool water shimmered with a deep blue light under the lamplight, and was crystal clear.

The poolside is paved with light-colored stones, and there are several white lounge chairs and parasols.

Several people were playing in the pool.

Water splashed everywhere, and giggles rang out.

By the pool.

A man in his sixties was sitting on a large recliner.

It was Masao Yamamoto.

His hair was gray, but he was in great shape.

He was wearing swim trunks, sitting on a lounge chair by the pool, holding a glass of champagne.

He was surrounded by three young women.

They were all in their early twenties, with hot figures, and wearing bikinis with very little fabric.

A woman knelt beside him, using her slender fingers to pinch a peeled grape and feed it to him.

A woman sat on the armrest of a recliner, holding a fruit platter, giggling and saying something.

There was another person lying behind him, massaging his shoulders and occasionally whispering a few words in his ear.

Masao Yamamoto squinted, enjoying it all.

Occasionally, he would reach out and pinch the waist of the woman next to him, eliciting a coquettish reproach.

far away.

Several bodyguards in black suits stood scattered around.

Some stood at the edge of the pool, some guarded the entrance to the main building, and some patrolled the courtyard.

Everyone had earphones in their ears, and their sharp eyes scanned their surroundings.

Several servants in white uniforms were carrying trays and moving back and forth.

It's luxurious, comfortable, and... damn it.