Ke Xue: I picked up a bottle of sherry at the beginning.

Yukiko grabbed Shiraizumi's shoulders and finally stood up, but Shiraizumi could see that she was struggling to endure the severe pain. Not to mention running, even walking became a problem. So Shiraizumi made a decision right then and there.

"excuse me."

As Shiraizumi Masu said this, he picked up Yukiko's legs and placed her body on his right shoulder.

Yukiko remained silent, not because she was calm but because she was too frightened. Ryoko was also silent for a moment, just watching.

This time, Bai Quanyi successfully made his boss, who always played by his own rules, stunned on the spot.

"Let's go, Yakushiji Police Officer!"

Shiraizumi Mashi said as he ran forward, and glanced back. He saw Ryoko picked up the top hat that Yukiko had dropped on the ground and put it on Kishimoto's head. He then caught up with her with two canes in his hands. Kishimoto also followed closely with a paper bag in his hands.

"Wait, wait for me, don't abandon me! If I get caught, I'll confess everything!"

The end of his words was drowned out by other sounds. The footsteps of more than ten people and a chorus of people shouting "Stop!" approached the four people from behind and killed them.

It's better to smash the treasure of the rich and powerful

The four of them ran up the stairs leading to the first floor.

That should have been the case, but Shiraizumi Mashi was carrying Muromachi Yukiko on his shoulders, which made Ryoko feel an eyesore.

"It's really infuriating. With one more stumbling block, Quan Yi's combat power can no longer be utilized."

"We're almost caught up. What should we do now?"

Kishimoto waved the paper bags in his hands.

"Instead of wasting time talking, you might as well use your fists to stop the enemy!"

"Wow—please spare me, I'm totally not up to this task!"

"Stop making excuses! Didn't you just say, 'It's great to be a police officer! Even if you kill me right now, I have no regrets!'"

"I never said the second half, absolutely never!"

"Tsk, like bosses, like subordinates. I really shouldn't have teamed up with this pair."

At this time, Yukiko Muromachi on Shiraizumi's back spoke, and she raised her hand to hold down her glasses that were about to slip off.

"That door over there leads to the collection room. I think you should know what to do next, Lady Exorcist."

Before coming here, Yukiko was more focused on checking the floor plan than Ryoko.

"I see. I take it back. It turns out you're still somewhat useful."

As the four men barged into the collection room, a white-haired old man, who was sorting what looked like file cards at a desk near the door, stood up in astonishment. Shiraizumi Masu closed the door with his foot, placed Yukiko on the sofa against the wall, and said, "Sorry," to the old man. Then he pushed the desk forward, blocking the door from the inside.

Ryoko took this opportunity to open one of the display cabinets and took out a pot from inside.

This pot is about 30 to 25 centimeters high. The white body of the pot is engraved with red vine patterns. The overall shape presents a beautiful and wonderful curve. Under the deliberately adjusted lighting, it emits a soft luster. You can tell at a glance that it is a priceless masterpiece.

However, Ryoko roughly grabbed the exquisite item with her left hand and raised it above her head. She held a cane in her right hand like a sword, and the other one fell at her feet.

"H-stop it! Stop it!"

The white-haired old man wailed.

"Do you know how valuable that treasure is? It's so expensive that most of you can't even imagine it!"

Ryoko looked at the old man with a nonchalant expression and replied fluently, "This is a large blue-and-white underglaze-red pot from the Yuan Dynasty, dating back to the first half of the 14th century. This kind of cultural heritage shouldn't be monopolized by officials from the Ministry of Finance. It should be displayed in a museum and open to the public nationwide."

As he spoke, he gently turned his left wrist.

"Quan Yi, catch this."

A scream suddenly rang out, and the white-haired old man let out a scream that was incomparable to the first time.

Bai Quanyi quickly reached out and caught the ancient pot that flew over.

"What a sin! What a sin!"

The old man went crazy on the spot and foamed at the mouth with anger.

"That's one of only three cultural treasures left in the world! You, you uneducated little girl, don't you know how to respect art?"

"Such a treasure is not for you to enjoy alone, it is better to smash it directly."

Ryoko said this bluntly, almost pissing the old man off to death.

"How much does this thing cost?" Bai Quanyi asked.

"Well, it's about 3 billion yen."

Anger and anxiety made the old man tremble all over.

Someone outside was banging on the door so hard that even the desk blocking the door started to shake. However, the desk, which I could push by myself, could not be compared with an iron wall in terms of its defensive capabilities.

"Hey, open the door! He must be hiding inside!"

"...What's going on?"

It was an old man who answered the door. He glared at Ryoko and his tone sounded quite unhappy.

"A group of suspicious people have just hidden here. Open the door quickly so we can search!"

"This is the collection room, which displays many valuable treasures that are not even available in the National Museum. I can't let you reckless guys just come in."

"What! You are so arrogant, old man! Who do you think you are?"

"I'm the collection manager, I've officially obtained the qualification of a museum curator, and I was also teaching art at a junior college until March of this year."

"Who's asking about your experience? Open the door! Or we'll break in!"

Before the old man could reply, a clear and resounding voice rang out, "If anything is damaged in this 3 billion yen old pot, you will be held responsible!"

The shouting and cursing outside the door suddenly stopped. It seemed that the other party was frightened by this astronomical figure.

Taking advantage of the moment when the other person's mind went blank, Ryoko cleverly continued the conversation...

"We need to find your founder, Hyakumeki-sensei, but someone deliberately released us because they didn't want us to meet him. We're forced to take refuge here. This matter concerns the survival of the Institute of Psycho-Energy Engineering. Take us to see Hyakumeki-sensei!"

Ignoring the silence outside the door, Ryoko walked to the sofa and handed the cane to Yukiko.

"Here, stand up quickly. You should be able to walk with a cane, so I brought it here specially."

Yukiko said, "Thank you" out of politeness, with a look of doubt on her face.

"One of the high heels is missing."

"Oh my, this is a troublesome Cinderella. His Royal Highness the Prince is probably still looking for you now!"

Ryoko had no intention of continuing to show friendliness to her rival, so she turned to look at Shiraizumi Masaru.

"Calculate how many charges we would be charged with if we were arrested so far today?"

"First, impersonating someone else, then trespassing and wearing someone else's clothing; attacking a guard constitutes assault and battery against a public servant; stuffing a minor government official like Kaji into a trash can is kidnapping and imprisonment, and preparing to deliver the fatal blow is attempted murder... well, that's about it."

"Well... this might lead to dismissal."

"It's not 'possibly', it's 'definitely'!"

"Well, now the only way is to find a way to cause a flash flood of magnitude 5.5, let the landslide destroy everything, expose the evil deeds of Chushin and Baimugui, and then feign ignorance to the end, just like killing someone on the battlefield does not constitute murder."

It was such a ridiculous metaphor that even Kishimoto's mouth opened and closed as if he couldn't say anything. At this moment, Ryoko glanced at Yukiko, Kishimoto's boss.

"Winner takes it all! Any objections!?"

At this time, the outside finally came to a conclusion.

"Thanks to Lord Hyakumeki for letting bygones be bygones and expressing his willingness to meet with you, we will not harm you. Please come out quickly."

"Really! You can't even say 'please'."

Ryoko arrogantly ordered Kishimoto to move the desk in front of the door.

"Get out! Don't let me see you again!"

The old man yelled.

Bai Quanyi thought he had a share of these treasures, but it turned out he was just a watchdog.

If everyone ignores the law, the powerful will become fat sheep

The four of them and the guards who led the way took a large elevator that could carry 30 people to the top floor. When the elevator door opened, they could see a hall decorated like a palace. There was a long corridor in front of them that led directly to the top floor.

Yukiko Muromachi had removed her high heels, revealing her bare feet clad in fishnet stockings, while she leaned on a cane. Her sprained left ankle must have been painful, and the constant furrowing of her brows was truly heartbreaking. Yet, she never complained, still following along, truly demonstrating her dedication and hard work.

"Is it serious? If you really can't walk, be sure to tell me."

Bai Quanyi said.

Yukiko forced a smile and said, "Don't worry, it's much easier to walk with a cane."

"Hey, Quan Yi."

The displeased tone came from Ryoko, Shiraizumi's boss.

"Didn't I tell you? Don't be too nice to her!"

"I think it's amazing that she didn't even cry out in pain when she was injured."

"I'm the one who's amazing. I was wearing high heels and running around like the touring actress Yuki, but nothing happened. You should be praising me."

At this time, Bai Quanyi noticed that she was wearing something on the inside of her tuxedo, so he whispered to her, "Did you bring a pistol with you?"

Ryoko also replied in a low voice: "Is there any need to ask? My not having a pistol is like King Arthur not having the sword of Excalibur."

Six guards stood on either side of the gate, casting menacing glares at the four. One of them slightly opened the door and reported back inside. Then the gate opened completely, and the four men entered.

It was a rather spacious and comfortable room, with a glass of brandy on the mahogany table.

There were two men sitting on the armchair, which was old in design but looked like it was made of expensive materials: Councillor Zhongshen in a well-tailored suit and the leader of the Baimugui sect in a purple robe.

Two people were sitting on chairs, and there were seven other people sitting on the floor, all of them young women, dressed similarly to Ryoko and Yukiko, except that they didn't wear top hats, but long rabbit ears instead, and didn't wear tuxedos. They were dressed like bunny girls representing reproduction.

The look in Nakagami and Hyakumeki's eyes when they saw Ryoko and Yukiko was so unconcealed that it was almost naked, which was the concrete representation of the word "lustful". Honestly, if a man saw Ryoko and Yukiko at this moment and didn't react at all, he would definitely be a freak.

"You guys stand down."

With a wave of the god's hand, the seven bunny girls stood up with a murmur of discontent or relief that was hard to tell. They looked at Ryoko and Yukiko from the perspective of the same sex, and finally walked out of the room with a look of "failure" on their faces.

"As for you uninvited guests, I still welcome you. How about some Napoleon wine?"

Faced with Zhongshen's conciliatory policy, Ryoko scoffed.

"No need for that. I don't recall us being treated like VIPs again. Those bottles of Napoleon wine of yours were obviously bought with the people's hard-earned money. Don't make us accomplices in your corruption. Let me ask you, where did you squander the 200 billion yen you invested in the West Pacific oil development?"

"What's the big deal about a mere 200 billion yen?"

The middle god refers to the cross placed on the belly.

"I have access to a hundred trillion yen. I can use it to introduce public funds to resolve the bank's toxic debt problem, raise the consumption tax, integrate public utilities into the national budget, and so on. I can do whatever I want with all of this. With just a flick of my finger, I can bankrupt banks, bankrupt construction companies, and drive entire families of those powerless, powerless, and incompetent losers to suicide."

This time he crossed his legs and continued his speech.

"Do you understand? The fate of over 100 million people in Japan rests in my hands. Please understand that you are speaking to someone with immense power."

"What's the big deal? You should know that your little fate is in my hands. I know there is a corpse and a murderer hidden here, and I want to search this house." Ryoko said coldly.

"If we find nothing, who will take responsibility?" Zhong Shen threatened. "Don't think you can just say sorry like an elementary school student and let it go. Your unauthorized search will damage the reputation of Zhong Shen. I will then punish you appropriately based on the severity of the offense."

It would be better for this person not to speak, otherwise every time he speaks, his vulgar nature will be more and more highlighted. Currently, Baimegui, who remains silent, looks much more stable.

"Okay, then I'll ask this woman to take off her tights and apologize to you."

Yukiko Muromachi, who was called out, was so angry that she jumped up and down, even though her foot was injured.

"Hey! What do you mean by that..."

"Why are you so angry? You should know there's definitely something wrong with this place. I was just joking to lighten the mood."

This was not meant to ease the atmosphere; instead, the atmosphere at the scene became even more sinister.

"Five gangsters attacked us in Ginza last night. You were the one behind it, Councillor Nakagami."

"..."

"Why are you acting so stupid? Answer now!"

Ryoko has never been associated with loving adjectives such as "suffering when others are drowning" and "compassionate". She suddenly stretched out her right hand, grabbed Councillor Nakagami's nose, and pulled it forward with force in a half-twisted manner.

"Wow ah ah ah..."

Zhongshen let out a pitiful wail and half-stood up like a hooked fish. In his sixty-plus years of life, this must have been the first time he'd been humiliated like this. He looked like the kind of person who'd been praised as a prodigy and a scholar since kindergarten, never once receiving a single scolding.

"Stop! The other party is a politician representing Japan!"