Chapter 365 - 251: Snow’s Inn
Chapter 365: Chapter 251: Snow’s Inn
Li Xiang plundered his way across the country, collecting gold, jewelry, yen, US dollars, and all sorts of local specialties. Anything he liked, he tossed into his warehouse. When he passed by Mount Fuji, he decided to stop.
By this point, he had acquired over 1.8 million sika deer and more than 1.3 million wagyu cattle, not to mention countless other supplies and riches.
When he said "countless," he meant he literally hadn’t counted it all, nor could he. However, because the quantities of sika deer and wagyu cattle were so enormous, he had made a rough estimate, and it was more or less accurate.
And all these sika deer and wagyu cattle were purely for meat; not a single one had Extraordinary potential.
A thought suddenly struck Li Xiang. ’Could it be because Japan was practically wiped out the moment the Apocalypse began?’
’Even if there are any, they’re probably near Mount Fuji.’
’Right, I should check out Mount Fuji and see what that mysterious Earth Vein looks like now.’
In just a few short days, news of so many supplies and so much wealth being stolen in Japan naturally spread throughout the entire country, and even onto the international internet.
The Japanese conglomerates that had been plundered were furious. They mobilized a large police force, but unfortunately, they couldn’t find a single clue and were completely unable to catch the culprit.
However, considering the previous "looting incidents by the Mysterious Black Armored Man" in countries like Southeast Asia, South Korea, and India, it wasn’t hard to connect the dots and realize the same Mysterious Man was behind it.
Only this time, the Mysterious Man seemed even more powerful, leaving behind no trace of his movements.
On a major international website, some Japanese users posted videos of the thefts, complaining, "This was definitely done by someone from China."
An Indian netizen: "Sorry, but that was an envoy sent by our Indian Shiva God. Our Divine Envoy is so powerful that with the flick of a finger, all of you in Japan will have to kneel."
A user from the United States: "That’s an Extraordinary Being from China. He caused a ruckus in the United States before, destroying nearly eighty percent of the buildings in Las Vegas. The Gambling City is still being rebuilt. Many world-famous casinos haven’t been able to reopen, and their losses are devastating!"
Someone asked curiously, "Did that really happen? Weren’t they just filming a Hollywood blockbuster?"
"Wasn’t it Spider-Man, or one of the Marvel Heroes?"
A user from the United States corrected them, posting with great distress, "I live in Las Vegas! What movie? That was a real disaster!"
"So it really was someone from China! Bastards!" Across Japan, many people were filled with righteous indignation. They called for China to be held accountable, demanding that their government pressure the Chinese government to hand over the culprit.
In response, a certain Japanese government department urgently issued a clarification: "This has nothing to do with China. Nothing at all. The perpetrator’s origins are mysterious; they might be an alien."
Indian netizens: "..."
South Korean netizens: "..."
American netizens: "..."
Netizens from other countries: "..."
"Aliens? What the hell? In the past, we could start a war over the fabricated excuse of a missing soldier, but now what are you guys doing? We actually get robbed, and you just cower in your shells? You’re even issuing clarifications for them?" Japanese netizens were so angry they could have coughed up blood. Public discontent was boiling over.
Although it was mostly the conglomerates’ properties that were plundered, when the conglomerates get robbed, they’re definitely going to try to recoup their losses. And wouldn’t that just mean squeezing the common people?
Besides, Japan’s economy hadn’t been doing well in recent years to begin with. This was just adding insult to injury.
Meanwhile, the Southeast Asian nations that had been plundered before suddenly didn’t feel so bad. ’See? Japan is a major power in East Asia, and they got robbed too. Heh, so it’s not so humiliating for us after all.’
An Indian netizen: "I told you it was a Divine Envoy of our Shiva God, why won’t you believe me? Is someone from China really more powerful than a Divine Envoy of our Shiva God?"
In truth, Li Xiang had come to Japan to scout for things before. It was just that back then, his warehouse capacity was small and already nearly full, so he only engaged in some petty thievery. He hadn’t caused a stir like this time.
While the outside world was abuzz with discussions about him, Li Xiang arrived at the foot of Mount Fuji.
Hot spring inns were everywhere.
There were all sorts of Japanese-style private baths, and rumor had it some even offered mixed bathing for strangers.
Since he was here, Li Xiang naturally wanted to experience the hot spring culture unique to Mount Fuji.
In the early morning, he wandered aimlessly until his gaze fell on the sign of a private bathhouse called "Snow’s Inn." Twelve Bronze Wind Chimes hung from its eaves, each engraved with a different image of Mount Fuji. In the cold north wind, they made a crisp TINKLE, TINKLE sound.
’This place looks nice. I’ll go here.’
Li Xiang felt that the arrangement of the twelve Bronze Wind Chimes was quite distinctive, so he walked in. Soon, a beautiful young matron of about twenty-eight or twenty-nine, tall, voluptuous, and fair-skinned, dressed in an ink-dyed kimono, gently came forward to greet him, speaking in rapid-fire Japanese.
And "matron" was the perfect word for her. She exuded that specific charm, like a perfectly ripe peach. Even Li Xiang, who wasn’t a lecher, couldn’t help but steal a few extra glances.
"Do you speak Chinese?" Li Xiang asked in Chinese, wearing a hat, sunglasses, and a mask. He figured English would be acceptable if she couldn’t, but he was just asking on a whim.
To his surprise, the beautiful young matron paused for a moment before a faint smile touched her lips. In somewhat clumsy Chinese, she said, "Hello, sir. Yes, I can."
Li Xiang nodded, saw a chair, and sat down. "What kind of specialty hot springs does your bathhouse have?" he asked.
The beautiful young matron first poured Li Xiang a cup of hot tea. Then, holding a brochure with both hands, she walked over softly, adjusted the hem of her kimono, and knelt gracefully beside Li Xiang, beginning her unhurried introduction.
Li Xiang: "..."
’This level of service... I have to admit, Japanese women really are gentle.’
Don’t be fooled by the shop’s small exterior; the inside was like another world. It actually had over a dozen "private rooms": "Golden Essence Bath," "White Snake Bath," "Bubble Snow Bath," "Dragon’s Breath," "Crimson Heron Feather Robe," "Red Fuji Bath," "Sea God’s Bath," "Tide’s Roar Bath"...