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

After Luo Fei sat down, he made a slight thought and took out a brown paper bag from his ring.

The bag was small, with a white label attached to the seal that read "Spirit Gathering Grass Seeds" handwritten on it.

He opened the bag and looked inside. He saw that the dark brown seeds were densely packed together, even smaller than sesame seeds.

He looked up, his gaze sweeping across both sides of the long table before finally settling on a leader carrying a notebook.

Luo Fei said, "Could you please tear off a piece of paper for me?"

The leader was taken aback for a moment, then tore off a blank sheet of paper and pushed it over from the table.

The paper slid a short distance across the table before finally stopping in front of Luo Fei.

Luo Fei folded the paper into a small square bag, then opened the kraft paper bag and, relying on the feel of his fingertips, roughly picked out one hundred seeds.

Then, he folded the edges of the paper package a few times, carefully sealed it, got up and walked to Director Qin, placing the paper package next to him.

Luo Fei explained, "These are the seeds of the Spirit Gathering Grass, whose main function is to improve air quality. It can gather beneficial trace elements from the surrounding air and decompose harmful substances. Living around the Spirit Gathering Grass for a long time can improve the body's immunity and sleep quality. Simply put—it helps to prolong life."

When he uttered the words "prolong life and increase health," Old Master Long's fingers trembled slightly on the table.

"Director Qin, please arrange for agricultural experts to cultivate a batch first. Just place one pot in each of the leaders' offices and homes. Not too many are needed; one pot will be enough to have an effect within a ten-meter radius. This grass is very easy to care for and doesn't require much effort."

Director Qin held the packet of seeds in both hands, his knuckles taut, as if he were holding a glass of wine that had been poured too full, afraid that the slightest movement would cause it to spill.

He carefully placed the seeds into the inner pocket of his briefcase.

Luo Fei's mind raced, and this time he took out a stack of yellowed photo albums and a large wad of documents bound with plastic rope.

The album cover has faded, the edges are worn and frayed, and there are still water stains in some places.

The paper of the document was brittle and yellowed, with small pieces missing from some corners, which were traces of insect damage.

He placed these items on the table, and as he pushed them over, a spot of light on the table fell precisely on the album cover, illuminating the faded words: "Showa 12, Nanjing".

Director Qin reached for the photo album and turned to the first page. His hand suddenly stopped.

He looked like a sculpture that had been suddenly paused. His gaze fell on the first photograph.

It was a black and white photograph, the pages of which had yellowed, but the image was so clear it was as if it were branded onto the retina—the city walls of Jinling stood majestically, the flag of the Dragon Kingdom hung on the city gate tower, and the flag was still fluttering in the wind. But the city walls were littered with corpses, some piled up, some scattered on the ground, and some leaning against the base of the walls.

Among them were soldiers in military uniforms, civilians in long gowns, laborers with bare backs, as well as women and children.

The body of a child was leaning against the corner of the wall, face down, his expression unreadable. All that could be seen was that he was still tightly clutching a rag doll in his hand. The doll's head was gone, leaving only its bare body.

Director Qin's hands were trembling slightly.

He slowly turned to the second page, then the third page...

With each page he turned, his hands trembled more noticeably.

His face gradually turned from a slight flush to a pale white, a deathly pallor that seemed to freeze his blood as he desperately suppressed his emotions.

His lips were pressed tightly into a straight line, with the corners of his lips slightly drooping, and the skin at the corners of his mouth was taut, as if he had used all his strength to maintain this expression.

Old Master Long took the photo album from his hands.

The old man flipped through the photos faster than Director Qin, not because he wasn't paying attention, but because he didn't need to stop—he was intimately familiar with every single one.

He had seen those locations, those scenes, and those numbers countless times in historical documents, but the feeling of reading documents and reading the originals is completely different.

The materials were secondhand information written by others, but these photos were original records taken by the people who experienced them firsthand.

After flipping through the entire photo album, Mr. Long did not tremble, nor did his eyes redden; his expression was even calmer than before he had looked through it.

He closed the photo album, placed it on the table, and gently pressed his finger on the cover, as if to confirm its real existence.

Several leaders nearby took turns flipping through the photo albums and documents.

Someone stopped when they turned to a certain page, stared at it for a long time, and then closed the album.

The meeting room was silent; no one spoke.

The sky above Kyoto outside the window was still a clear blue, and the sun was still shining brightly. On the street below, pedestrians hurried by, cyclists weaved through the crowds, and others waited at the traffic lights.

They went about their lives, unaware that in this conference room, someone was examining some of their past that should not be forgotten.

Luo Fei took out all the photo albums and files.

Each book records the war crimes committed by the Japanese army in China and Southeast Asian countries—massacres, germ warfare, live human experiments, torture of prisoners of war, looting of cultural relics, and burning of historical sites. Every page is irrefutable evidence, and every word is a silent accusation.

He placed the last document on the table and said, "You can handle these things yourselves. Make them public, archive them, or use them in history textbooks. The people in the photos have waited too long; we can't make them wait any longer."

No one answered or nodded, but everyone heard what he said.

Elder Long stared at Luo Fei, his gaze deep as a well, calm on the surface but unfathomable beneath.

He spoke, his voice low, yet each word seemed to burst forth from the deepest recesses of his chest: "This evidence will be handed over to the national archives for permanent preservation. It will be released to the public at an opportune time. Not a single bit of historical justice can be denied."

Luo Fei made another thought, and a transparent glass tube appeared in his hand.

It is slightly thinner than a regular test tube and contains a pale blue liquid, the color of which is extremely light, like the color at the very edge of a clear summer sky, almost transparent.

There was also a black USB drive, exactly the same as the previous one, with a plastic casing and no markings.

He held the glass tube and introduced it to the crowd:

"This is the finished product of the gene enhancement drug, along with the complete manufacturing formula. It can comprehensively enhance the human body at the genetic level—including muscle strength, bone density, nerve reaction speed, and immune system function. After taking it, the effects can be stacked with body-refining techniques; whether you take the drug first and then practice the techniques, or practice the techniques first and then take the drug, the effect is the same. This USB drive contains the complete formula information and manufacturing process. I want my sister to use this one first."

He looked at Director Qin: "The physical fitness testing team you arranged can directly test the effects of taking the medication."

Without the slightest hesitation, Director Qin simply said one word: "Okay."

Luo Fei continued, "My sister has practiced body-refining techniques, which is perfect for observing the cumulative effects. If the test results are satisfactory, this technology can be gradually rolled out across the entire army and the whole country in the future. Of course, that's a matter for later; for now, we'll focus on verification."

Director Qin put the USB drive into his briefcase, placing it together with the packet of seeds.

Luo Fei stood up and put the potion into his ring. Elder Long and the others also stood up.

Director Qin said, "The Institute of Physical Education is right next door, just a ten-minute walk away. The equipment is all ready, and the staff are already in place. As for your sister, I've already sent someone to pick her up from school; she should be here soon."

Luo Fei nodded. Elder Long walked at the front, his steps steady.

When they reached the door, he stepped aside to let Luo Fei go first, his hands, weathered by time, still maintaining the gesture of "please".

Luo Fei did not refuse and stepped out.

Director Qin walked to Luo Fei's right, his briefcase tucked under his arm, held tightly.

Elder Long walked to Luo Fei's left, at a moderate pace.

The people following behind also walked silently. No one whispered or made phone calls; only the sound of their orderly footsteps echoed down the corridor.

Stepping out of the building, the sunlight streamed down.

Director Qin raised his hand to shield his eyes from the sunlight, squinted, and pointed to a gray-white building across the street: "It's over there, the experimental building of the Institute of Sports Science. The third floor is the Sports Human Science Laboratory, and the equipment is all imported. The national team sometimes comes here to do tests."

Old Master Long didn't speak, but simply walked forward slowly with his hands behind his back.