My life in Tokyo

He should be the one least likely to bow his head.

Lin Yuansheng frowned slightly.

If it were anyone else, he might not pay any attention, but the other party was a Middle Eastern prince who had been defeated by him.

He became interested.

"Convince me."

The prince said expressionlessly, "The authority held by the chief of YOMI is limited to One Shadow Nine Fists. Although you have temporarily inherited the high authority of the Fist Saint, it is not yours after all. If you become the chief of YOMI, the authority and benefits you deserve are what you deserve."

"If you need money, the Dark Group will give YOMI Group one billion US dollars in activity funds every year, which can be used at the discretion of the Chief."

"If you need power, as long as the Dark Group's industries and forces are located on Earth, you can take over and control them."

"and--"

"After becoming the chief, you will never encounter anything like today again."

He glanced at the pale-looking Spencer brothers.

"If you want to climb the martial arts path without interference, you need some people to help you solve small troubles. You can't have to solve all the troubles yourself when cats and dogs come to disturb you, right?"

Lin Yuansheng was moved.

But he still had some concerns. If he became the chief of YOMI, would he get involved in the mess of fighting for power and profit?

The prince saw what he was thinking.

“If you become the chief, you don’t have to do anything, no matter how much responsibility you bear.”

"You deserve it, not a single cent less. I will also help you with some of the things the Chief needs to do."

"You only need to intervene when there is something that really requires your presence."

Now that things have come to this, even if Lin Yuansheng wanted to refuse, he couldn't find a reason.

"Why are you helping me?" But he still had a question and stared into the prince's eyes.

The prince lowered his eyes.

"Because I want to surpass you. Only by getting close to the enemy can I know the secret of the enemy's strength and surpass the enemy."

He did not hide anything and spoke his mind truthfully.

Lin Yuansheng was silent for a while.

"Okay, I'll be YOMI's chief, and you'll be my secretary, helping me with these chores."

Everyone was surprised.

"but,"

Lin Yuansheng glanced at everyone's expressions coldly and said, "Since I have become the chief, I don't need useless people under my command. You can handle the specific details."

"Yes." The prince lowered his head and accepted his new identity.

The others looked at each other in bewilderment.

No need for waste....what does that mean?

...

"Fuck..."

Wu Lei'an kept his mouth shut for a long time: "You became the head of YOMI Group just like that?"

He turned his head and looked at the former chief who was working in the courtyard.

"Even Ye Xiang was tricked by you?"

"This is none of my business." Lin Yuansheng also felt a headache. Ever since Ye Xiang was defeated by him, he had been sticking to him like a dog-skin plaster. He wanted to understand why he was so powerful.

Lin Yuansheng practiced horizontal training hard skills, and he also practiced horizontal training hard skills.

He followed whatever Lin Yuansheng did, as if this would allow him to find the secret to becoming stronger.

But I have to admit,

Ye Xiang's talent in martial arts was extraordinary. After obtaining the secret book of cultivating the Vajra Indestructible Body, he also began to practice horizontal training and hard skills, and in a short period of time, he mastered the Iron Shirt.

In this way,

It would take him less than a year to master the Iron Shirt to perfection, and then he could start practicing the Vajra Indestructible Body.

"I've cooked the medicine and chopped the firewood!"

Ye Xiang ran over excitedly: "Is there anything else you need me to do?"

"No, just don't show up in front of me."

"Oh!"

He nodded honestly, then found a distance that was neither too far nor too close to observe Lin Yuansheng's every move.

"The secret book of breath-holding technique, and deep-sea fish oil."

Lin Yuansheng looked at the silver bottle in his hand with a smile on his face.

Finally, I can start the second level of practice.

...

America. Florida. Secret military base.

The boxing master walked silently in this heavily guarded base. He seemed to have the ability to predict the movements of patrol personnel in advance and then avoid them.

The journey was uneventful and we finally arrived at the bottom floor of the base.

In the fully enclosed transparent cabin, a handsome boy was sitting bored beside the single bed, with smart locks on his arms and ankles.

And this young man,

It was the undead man captured by the American military—Filo Procianzo.

Chapter 183 Ascension Ceremony

'He's the only one?'

The boxing master looked at the undead in the fully enclosed transparent room, and then looked around.

Although he did not see anyone else in this most heavily guarded area at the bottom of the base, he could still feel the sense of danger rising and falling in his heart with his martial artist's intuition.

Obviously, this place seems to have lax defenses, but it is actually tightly guarded.

The boxing master does not engage his opponent mindlessly.

He glanced at the undead man and left decisively.

Over the next few days, he remained lurking in the military base. With his masterly body movements and sense of crisis, he managed to stay here for almost a week, eating and drinking well, without being discovered.

And he also figured out the activity patterns of the undead.

Every day, there are special chefs to prepare three meals a day for the undead, and they are cooked on the spot. It can be said that the treatment of the captives is elevated to the level of the emperor.

Not only food is left to the other party to choose,

Everything except freedom.

The price is that every Tuesday morning and Thursday afternoon, a special researcher will draw a tube of blood from Philo and take it away.

The Boxing Saint was like a beast that hunted patiently, and he finally got his chance in the second week of lurking.

The chef who prepared food for Filo suddenly fell ill and was temporarily replaced by another one. The Fist Saint took this opportunity to capture the replaced chef, assumed his identity, and came to the prison again.

"Why are there new faces today?"

The officer guarding the area asked casually.

"The original chef was sick, so he was temporarily replaced by his apprentice, who is also quite skilled."

The lieutenant leading the team explained.

The officer didn't care and waved his hand to send the boxing master to prison.

Ogata Ikjinsai practiced cooking skillfully. If another master was hiding, he would probably be discovered by now. But he is different. In addition to being a top master in the martial arts world, he is also an excellent chef.

In Philo's dedicated restaurant,

The Fist Master brought out the cooked meal, glanced at the soldiers not far away, and moved his lips slightly.

"Would you like to go out?"

No sound was heard, but Philo's movements suddenly paused.

"Don't look up, don't show any abnormality. I'm using the secret sound transmission technique. Only you can hear my voice."

"I can read lips. If you want to say something, answer me using lip reading."

Philo ate his meal quietly, while the Boxing Saint stood by, as if waiting for the guests' comments on the meal.

"I can't get out. Not only for defense, they also planted a monitoring device in my body. As long as I leave this area, the entire base will know."

Philo's lips moved slightly.

"Are you here for the ascension ceremony as well?"

"A Ceremony of Ascension?"

The boxing master's expression remained unchanged, but his mind was slightly moved.

Is this the Devil's purpose?

Philo picked up the tablecloth, wiped his mouth, and deliberately slowed down his eating time: "Let me tell you a story."

He told a story which was not very long but very interesting.

In 1711, the most outstanding alchemists in Europe gathered on the Atlantic Ocean.

The best among them figured out the ritual to summon the devil, and thus summoned the legendary devil, obtained the wine of eternal life, and allowed everyone on the ship to gain eternal life.

On this ship,

There is also an alchemist with great talent and huge ambition.

This alchemist not only wants to live forever, but also wants to become a "god".

His name is Serad.

Two hundred years later, Celadon developed a perfect elixir of immortality, but accidentally gave all members of an Italian mafia group eternal life, and he himself was devoured by one of them.

"That person is me." Filo replied calmly: "After devouring Serad, I gained his memories and knowledge, and also had my current wife, Enis."

"I have the complete formula for the wine of immortality, but that is not my most forbidden knowledge."

"Salad never gave up his ambition to become a 'god', and over the past two hundred years, he successfully figured out a highly feasible ritual, which he named the 'Ceremony of Ascension to the Gods'."

"This ritual can turn a mortal into a god."

"It's not about being close to gods in terms of power, but about being sublimated into gods in all aspects, from the body to the soul, from the spirit to the essence."

Ogata Ikjinsai was in turmoil.

A ritual that can turn mortals into gods, is this the purpose of the demon king? Do they want to become gods?

wrong.

The Demon King himself is the 'God-killing Fool', and he possesses the authority, power and eternal life of a god. There is no need for him to become a god!

unless--

Ogata Ikjinsai thought of a possibility that was outrageous but also close to conjecture.

Marquis Vauban, are you planning to use this ritual to continuously create gods and then reap the harvest?

Just like humans keep livestock in captivity,

he wants,

Captive gods!