After flying for about two hours, Lin Zhan asked the flight attendant beside him, "We've already left Chinese territory, haven't we? How much longer until we reach Tokyo, Fusang?"
"Hello, Young Master Lin, we are currently flying over international waters. We are expected to reach Tokyo in about an hour," a beautiful flight attendant replied to Lin Zhan.
Lin Zhan nodded and stood up, addressing the members of the China team. "Brothers, I believe you all know our mission this time. I won't waste time with unnecessary words. Now, everyone start changing your gear."
"Roar, Long live Boss Lin!" the 15 team members shouted excitedly. They quickly stowed their combat gear into their utility belts and then took out various luxury clothing and expensive accessories from their luggage. In an instant, the entire aircraft was filled with the scent of men's cologne and hairspray.
"Boss Lin's strategy is brilliant. We were all pumped up when boarding, and now we change clothes on the aircraft. Otherwise, it would be hard to explain ourselves to that group of pampered ladies," Ying Xuan said with a lewd grin.
"Heh heh, from my perspective, Boss Lin is just afraid of his wife, so he came up with this trick," Zhang Haoran chimed in.
Lin Zhan chuckled at these two simple-minded individuals and thought to himself, *Perfect, I'll let these two scapegoats take the blame this time.*
Lin Yi and the other 20 diamond-level martial artists also changed into smart suits and sunglasses, adopting the appearance of private bodyguards. The entire Chinese contingent transformed from elite warriors into a group of second-generation rich kids heading out for some fun with their bodyguards.
Lin Zhan looked at their preparations with satisfaction and said to everyone, "Brothers, for the next three days, our mission is to play. Play as decadently as you can, play as arrogantly as you can. We are the scions of China's top aristocratic families, among the best in the world, with powerful ancestors. Who dares to provoke us?"
"So, brothers, you must exude that aura. Make the entire Fusang focus their attention on us. Everyone act like we are the masters, and visiting your grandson's home is already doing him a favor."
"Flirting with beauties, smashing tables during meals, and acting arrogant to slap faces – these are all basic operations. But don't forget the real business. Which family is a fat piece of meat? Where is the money concentrated? Where are the economic strongholds of these little Japs? You need to find all that out so we can sweep it all up when the main force arrives."
"And what else... the Yasukuni Shrine, the Imperial Palace, and so on. Rob whatever you can. Burn whatever you can't steal," Lin Zhan said with great纨绔 (decadent rich kid) flair.
"Da Zhuang, did you contact your little girlfriend to pick us up? We need someone from the local high society to guide us, otherwise, where will we find people to provoke?" Lin Zhan, with his mind full of mischief, spared no opportunity to exploit.
He Da Zhuang patted his chest and said, "Don't worry about my work, it's all arranged. The He family, Wang family, and Zhang Cong's family's three major trading companies have also sent reception personnel. Everything is perfectly arranged."
As the foremost family in the Guwai region, the He family naturally had trade relations with Fusang, and their company held a significant social status there.
The Wang family, regardless of their relationship with the He family, was the most adept at business among the four ancient families of Qindu. Naturally, they couldn't pass up the lucrative opportunity in Fusang. They had sold quite a few fake secret realm products and pseudo-spiritual treasures to the little Japs.
As for Zhang Cong's family, it was even more remarkable. As descendants of the great god Gonggong, any business related to water was involved with the Zhang family. When the Zhang family came to do business in Fusang, they had certainly put these little Japs in their place. The most severe instance involved a quasi-king ancestor of the Zhang family from the Human King's Court being summoned, who then proceeded to thoroughly beat down Miyamoto Musashi, the foremost martial artist of Fusang at the time. As a result, no one in Fusang involved in water-related businesses dared to cross the Zhang family, who were known for their unruly nature.
Zhang Cong, the young master of this unruly family, stood up and said, "Old Lin, rest your heart at ease. Mountains are mountains, rivers are rivers, and when we get to Tokyo, we'll just flatten them."
"Old Zhang is right. Boss Lin, don't worry. This is just us being ourselves. We can't be too casual on our own turf, so it would be a disservice to our identities if we don't play to our strengths now that we're in the land of the little Japs," shouted Wang Er Zhuang, adorned with a thick gold chain and a small wristwatch.
From this, it was evident that these rascals had been raised with excessively strict discipline. They dared not be too flamboyant when their elders were around, but now that the leash was off, they were all ready to take flight.
Lin Zhan, seeing these individuals roaring and their eyes glowing green like hooligans, felt a bit uncertain for a moment.
He turned to Lin Yi and asked, "Lin Yi, you must ensure security is tight. If these guys go crazy, it's bound to cause trouble."
Lin Yi silently revealed a trace of Lord-level pressure. "Young Master, rest assured. Lin Er and I are of the same rank, and the remaining personnel are all Diamond high-tier or above. Third Grandfather gave us aura-concealing talismans. Without Lord high-tier cultivation, they won't be able to detect us. Anyone below Lord high-tier is just seeking death."
Lin Zhan beamed with joy and nodded. *Third Grandfather is reliable. Much better than my two fathers.*
"Achoo, Achoo!"
Zhang Zhen and Lin Shanhe, who were assembling their troops, sneezed consecutively. They exchanged glances and simultaneously had the same thought: *That little brat is bad-mouthing me behind my back again.*
An hour passed amidst the excited roars of a pack of wolves. The aircraft landed in the VIP section of Tokyo Airport.
High-ranking personnel from the He, Wang, and Zhang trading groups were all waiting on the tarmac, along with Yamamoto Mieko and the executives of the Yamamoto Trading Company.
As the aircraft door opened, a few bodyguards disguised as Lin family retainers disembarked first. Then, the young masters disembarked one after another. Lin Zhan, with the demeanor of a powerful figure, walked at the forefront, with Lin Yi and Lin Er protecting him closely, making it immediately apparent that he was an important person.
The entire entrance arrangement perfectly aligned with Young Master Lin's motto: "Acting cool is like the wind, always accompanying me."
After the young masters exited the aircraft, all the flight attendants breathed a sigh of relief. A pretty flight attendant patted her chest and said, "These guys were too scary. They're not human, they're a pack of wolves. Just looking at their eyes, they were practically glowing green."
The other beautiful attendants nodded in agreement. "It's true. The way these young masters looked at us was as if they wanted to eat us, and they really meant to eat us with their mouths."