The man is a monk in the inside, and he starts by giving his wife a crown.

Xiuyuan looked down at her. The little girl was full of energy, but she didn't need to do anything to meet Nobuo Tanaka this time.

"You stay."

Xiu Yuan's tone was calm and left no room for doubt.

"Practice well at home and don't slack off."

The smile on Ai Li's face collapsed instantly, and the little flame of excitement was extinguished by a basin of cold water.

She stamped her feet unwillingly, her mouth pursed in grievance, and gently shook the corner of Xiuyuan's monk robe:

"But...Aili wants to be with Master..."

Xiu Yuan ignored her little mood and walked straight out the door.

Madam Chengjiang gave Ai Li a soothing yet warning look, signaling her not to disobey the adults' wishes. Then she quickly caught up with Xiu Yuan and opened the back door of the black car for him.

Ai Li looked at her master's back as he left without hesitation, and then looked at Madam Chengjiang's unquestionable attitude. She could only stand at the door feeling aggrieved and watch the black car slowly drive away.

She puffed out her cheeks and muttered softly:

"Hmph, if you don't want to take her, then don't. When Ai Li becomes stronger, Brother Xiu Yuan will definitely beg me to go with her..."

Inside the car, Mrs. Chengjiang skillfully controlled the steering wheel, and the vehicle merged smoothly into the traffic flow.

She glanced through the rearview mirror at Xiu Yuan, who was resting with his eyes closed in the back seat, and asked softly, "Sir, are we going directly to Councillor Tanaka's residence?"

Xiuyuan didn't even lift his eyelids:

"Ah."

A simple syllable made Mrs. Chengjiang understand that this visit might not be a friendly tea party.

The black car slid silently into Ichibancho in Chiyoda Ward, where the real powerful people in Tokyo gather. The streets are lined with heavily guarded mansions, and the air seems to be filled with a silent sense of oppression.

Mrs. Chengjiang parked the car steadily in an inconspicuous corner outside Tanaka Nobuo's residence and turned off the engine.

"Sir, we're here," she reminded softly, unbuckling her seatbelt.

Xiuyuan opened his eyes and looked calmly at the large Japanese-style building.

He opened the car door and slowly got out.

Mrs. Chengjiang followed closely behind, ready to take action at any time.

Xiuyuan looked up and looked at the mansion in front of him.

In the eyes of ordinary people, this is just a luxurious but cold house, but in his eyes, a thin, complex barrier covers the entire courtyard like a dusty spider web.

Energy nodes are set on several inconspicuous stone lanterns and doorposts, which are vaguely connected to form a basic protective barrier.

"Heh." Xiuyuan's mouth twitched slightly.

With the insight of the Dharma Eye, it was found that the energy source of this barrier was mixed, with a faint earth energy, a few low-quality amulets, and even a faint scent of incense, probably from enshrining some unknown small shrine.

Is this Tanaka Nobuo’s trump card?

It is normal in this world that a politician who has climbed to the top by relying on his ancestors' humble glory and dirty deals can have this level of protection from supernatural powers.

However, this little trick was useless in front of him.

He took a step forward and walked straight towards the seemingly solid carved iron gate.

Madam Chengjiang followed behind with bated breath, ready to deal with any possible alarms or obstacles.

However, nothing happened.

Xiuyuan's body passed through the barrier as if passing through a layer of mist. The barrier did not react at all, as if he did not exist in this dimension at all.

The two of them walked through the vestibule like ghosts and entered the entrance hall.

The house is luxuriously decorated, yet exudes a sense of coldness and deliberateness. Priceless artworks are placed haphazardly, yet there is no sense of life.

The air was thick with expensive perfume, trying to mask something deeper.

Mrs. Chengjiang followed closely, and her high heels strangely made no sound as they stepped on the smooth marble floor.

At this moment, the lights in the basement were dim, and various uncomfortable torture instruments and restraints were hung on the walls.

The ground in the center was covered with thick carpet. A middle-aged man with fresh red marks on his skin was kneeling there in a humiliating posture. His hands were tied behind his back with a belt and a collar was around his neck. The collar chain was held in the hands of a tall woman wearing a black tight leather jacket and holding a long whip.

The kneeling man was none other than Nobuo Tanaka, the House of Representatives member who had been making impassioned speeches in Congress during the day and acted righteously.

At this moment, there was no dignity of a congressman on his face, only a distorted expression mixed with pain and morbid excitement, and meaningless humming sounds came from his mouth.

The leather-clad woman raised her hand and lashed out with another precise whip on Tanaka Nobuo's back, sending up a trail of tiny blood beads. Tanaka gasped, his body trembling violently, his eyes crimson.

This is a little-known hobby of Nobuo Tanaka.

Every few days, he would come to this well-insulated basement to play this game to satisfy his hobby.

After entering the room, Xiu Yuan did not hide his intentions at all. Several burly men in black suits rushed out from the shadows at the end of the corridor. Judging from their positions and the movements of drawing their guns, they were obviously well-trained security personnel.

They shouted loudly, trying to scare away the intruders with their aura, and pointed the guns in their hands at Xiu Yuan without hesitation.

"Who is it! Stop!"

"Don't move! Put your hands up!"

The gunshot rang out suddenly, sounding particularly harsh in the closed corridor.

Bullets flew towards Xiu Yuan like dense raindrops.

However, the expected shower of blood and flesh did not occur. The bullets, powerful enough to rip through an ordinary person's body, struck Xiuyuan's monk robes without even causing a ripple, only a crisp "ding-dang-dang" sound before distorting and falling powerlessly as if hitting an invisible barrier.

Xiuyuan did not stop, as if he was just brushing off a few grains of dust.

He didn't even look at the gunmen who were shooting in vain. His eyes had already penetrated the wall and locked onto the basement.

Seeing this, the gunman closest to him showed an expression of horror on his face and subconsciously wanted to retreat, but it was too late.

Xiu Yuan waved his hand casually, and an invisible energy swept past. The man's head exploded instantly like a watermelon hit by a sledgehammer, and red and white substances splattered all over the precious murals next to it.

The other gunman tried to change the magazine, but his fingers trembled with fear.

Xiu Yuan flicked his finger, and a crushed bullet that had just fallen from his body flew back at a faster speed than when it came, accurately embedding itself between the gunman's eyebrows. The terror on his face froze, and he fell straight down.

Most of these so-called security personnel were surrounded by a black and gray aura that was invisible to ordinary people. It was obvious that they had done many evil things in their daily lives.

Xiu Yuan handled it without any ripples in his heart, just like cleaning up garbage.

His Vajra-indestructible body allowed him to ignore physical attacks, and a casual blow from him, blessed by the power of Buddha, was an irresistible and fatal blow to these mortals.

The last security guard threw away his pistol in despair, pulled out a sharp dagger, rushed forward with a roar, and tried to fight in close combat.

Xiu Yuan simply dodged sideways, extended two fingers, and gently placed them on the wrist of the man holding the knife. A crisp sound of bone cracking rang out, and the dagger clanged to the ground. The man cried out in pain, holding his deformed wrist.

Xiu Yuan slapped him on the chest with his backhand, and the force of his palm penetrated his body and directly shattered his internal organs.

The whole process happened in a flash, and only Xiuyuan and Chengjiang were left in the corridor, along with a few miserable corpses.

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A strong smell of blood began to permeate the air.

At the same time, Mrs. Chengjiang was not idle.

While Xiu Yuan was clearing out these troublesome people, she had quietly turned to the women's area deep in the mansion.

The professional suit she was wearing seemed to ripple slightly, a strange scarlet glow flashed in the depths of her eyes, and the corners of her mouth curled up in a charming and cold arc.

Her steps became lighter, and her high heels made no sound when they stepped on the floor.

Soon, a few suppressed exclamations and short screams were heard from a room, and then quickly fell silent.

Mrs. Chengjiang showed her other side as a succubus. She had her own way of dealing with the women of the Tanaka family who were pampered in daily life but were now panicked. She was efficient and "considerate", ensuring that they would not make any extra noise and interfere with Lord Xiuyuan's business.

When Madam Chengjiang returned to Xiuyuan, her aura had calmed down and she had regained her respectful and docile appearance, but there seemed to be a hint of satisfaction in her eyes.

She bowed slightly: "My lord, the obstacle has been cleared."

Xiu Yuan nodded slightly, not commenting on her efficiency, and looked at the heavy iron door leading to the basement.

He could clearly sense the twisted atmosphere behind the door, a mixture of fear, pain and morbid excitement.

He raised his foot and gave the specially designed blast-proof door a light kick. The heavy metal door caved inward, deformed, and with a sharp metallic sound, collapsed with a loud bang, raising a cloud of dust.

...... .... ....

Under the dim light in the basement, the crisp sound of the whip breaking through the air came to an abrupt end.

The woman in leather holding the whip froze and looked towards the door in surprise.

Tanaka Nobuo, who was kneeling on the carpet, was first dazed by the pain, and then he was startled by the loud noise.

He turned his head with difficulty to look at the source of the sound.

There were two people standing at the door.

The first person was wearing a moon-white monk's robe and had a calm face. He was the monk who "appeared" at the ruins of Gao Liu's house during the day.

Following behind him was the capable and elegant Madam Chengjiang, who was now standing respectfully behind the monk with her head slightly lowered.

The air in the basement, which was originally a mixture of sweat, expensive perfume and a hint of blood, seemed to solidify in an instant.

Tanaka Nobuo's pupils suddenly contracted and his mind went blank.

How could it be him?

Why is he here?

Fear was like ice water that instantly extinguished the morbid fire in his body, leaving only naked horror and shame.

He subconsciously tried to cover up his body, which was covered with red marks and only had a small amount of covering, but his hands were tied behind his back, and the collar and chain around his neck made it impossible for him to move, so he could only maintain that humiliating kneeling position.

“Ah…you…you guys…”

Tanaka Nobuo's lips were trembling and a hoarse and unpleasant sound came from his throat, completely lacking the passion he had shown in the parliament during the day.

He looked at Xiu Yuan, his eyes filled with pleading and unbelievable fear.

The woman in leather also reacted. Looking at the two people who suddenly broke in, especially seeing the collapsed blast-proof door and the monk's calm and somewhat strange expression, the hand holding the whip began to tremble slightly.

It's not that she has never seen the world, but the scene before her is too bizarre.

Xiuyuan's gaze swept across the room, from the hanging utensils, to the woman in leather clothes, and finally landed on Tanaka Nobuo who was kneeling on the ground.

There was no disgust, no anger, and not even much surprise in his eyes. He just looked at it calmly, as if he was looking at an object.

Mrs. Chengjiang raised her eyes slightly, her gaze swept across Tanaka Nobuo's miserable appearance, the corners of her mouth seemed to curve up slightly, and then she returned to her gentle and respectful appearance, as if the absurd scene before her was not worth mentioning.

"Mr. Tanaka."

Xiu Yuan finally spoke. His voice was not loud, but it echoed clearly in the silent basement with a strange penetrating power.

"I have something I want to ask you."

This calm question, when heard by Tanaka Nobuo, was even more frightening than the loud whipping just now.

He opened his mouth, but no words came out. Only a "ho ho" sound escaped from his throat, and his body trembled violently with extreme fear. He knew that this person had not come to discuss Buddhism.

Chapter 81: Confiscating the house and laying mines, all in one go!

The dead silence in the basement lasted only a moment before it was broken by Tanaka Nobuo's sudden, high-pitched scream.

A kind of desperate madness began to burn in his eyes.

He struggled, trying to stand up from the humiliating kneeling position. The collar and chain around his neck rattled with his movements, adding a bit of funnyness.

"Guards! Where are the security guards?! Are they all dead?"

He roared, his voice distorted by fear, completely ignoring how ridiculous he looked at the moment.

"You two! Trespassing on private property! This is a felony!"

He forced himself to stand up straight, even though his legs were still shaking uncontrollably. The fresh red marks on his body were particularly glaring in the dim light.

He tried to put on the dignified demeanor he usually had in the parliament, puffed out his chest, and glared at Xiu Yuan:

"I don't care who you are, get out of here right now! I can pretend nothing happened, otherwise..."

The threatening words seemed pale and powerless under Xiu Yuan's calm gaze.

Xiu Yuan didn't even move his eyebrows, just looked at him quietly, as if he was watching a bad farce.

Mrs. Chengjiang beside her lowered her head slightly, the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curl up into a slight arc, her eyes full of undisguised contempt.