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Tokyo, Ginza.

A black Rolls-Royce Phantom drove through the traffic, its windows adorned with luxury brand logos that gleamed in the night.

"The air here is too humid, which is bad for my rhinitis."

Professor Archibald rubbed his nose and complained, "And I dare say, the fish in these expensive restaurants are definitely not as fresh as the fish in your pond, Mr. Shen."

Shen Fei ignored him.

His gaze was fixed on the tablet on his lap, which contained all the information about the Nakagawa family that David had dug up over twelve hours.

Kenji Nakagawa, 68 years old.

He is not only the 17th head of the Nakagawa-ryu Kendo school, but also a controlling director of three listed companies, a man who understands both traditional and modern capital.

Kyle, who was driving, didn't say anything, his eyes scanning the surroundings warily.

The Rolls-Royce drove past Ginza and turned onto a side street, quickly leaving the city's hustle and bustle behind.

Half an hour later, the car stopped in front of a large estate in Setagaya Ward.

There are no tall buildings here, only a quiet place separated by high walls and dense trees.

An old wooden sign hangs at the entrance, with the two Chinese characters "中川" (Nakagawa) written on it.

"Visitor's identity has been confirmed."

A cold male voice came from the walkie-talkie at the door.

The heavy iron gate slid inward.

The car drove in and stopped in front of a main house in the Edo period style.

An elderly man, dressed in a dark kimono, with gray hair but a straight back, was already waiting under the light in the entryway.

He is Kenji Nakagawa.

His gaze swept over the three people who got off the bus.

He saw a young man in a casual suit, with a composed demeanor.

A bodyguard followed beside him, his eyes sharp and his body tense.

The last one was an elderly Western man who looked somewhat disheveled, as if he had just escaped from a museum.

"Mr. Shen, welcome, you've come from afar."

Kenji Nakagawa bowed slightly, his voice steady.

"Mr. Nakagawa."

Shen Fei nodded in response, "I'm sorry to bother you so late at night. I'm here today for a transaction."

"Oh?"

Kenji Nakagawa stepped aside and gestured for him to come in. "My humble abode is simple; please come in and let's talk."

The living room is in a pure Japanese style, with tatami mats on the floor, shoji doors, and a pine bonsai in the corner.

After the maid served the tea, she quietly withdrew.

Only the host and the four guests remained in the large room.

"What kind of deal does Mr. Shen want to make with me?"

Kenji Nakagawa spoke first.

"I want to buy something."

Shen Fei simply said, "A Viking battle axe."

Kenji Nakagawa paused for a moment in mid-air, his hand holding the teacup still.

His face remained expressionless.

"Mr. Shen is joking. That is a family heirloom, not a commodity."

"One hundred million US dollars."

Shen Fei said.

Kenji Nakagawa's eyelid twitched.

"Mr. Shen, you may not understand the meaning of the word 'inheritance'."

He emphasized, "This has nothing to do with money."

"Then let's talk about other issues."

Shen Fei turned the tablet towards him; the screen displayed a screenshot of a financial statement.

"Nakagawa Bussan's forward foreign exchange contract in Singapore, worth 30 billion yen, will mature next Monday. Unfortunately, your counterparty, a fund registered in the Cayman Islands, has just declared bankruptcy and liquidation."

For the first time, Kenji Nakagawa's expression changed.

This matter was a secret within his board of directors; it involved the misappropriation of funds intended to cover losses from another investment.

No more than three people know this.

"Even more interesting."

Shen Fei swiped his finger across the screen, changing the photo. "Behind this fund is a company called Shield Risk. And behind this company is me."

"you!"

Kenji Nakagawa's voice was no longer steady.

"So, do you need me to cover that 30 billion yen hole for you, Mr. Nakagawa?"

Shen Fei leaned back in his chair, his tone relaxed. "Or, we could talk about your youngest son who's studying at Waseda University. I heard he's not very interested in kendo, but rather in custom motorcycles and underground parties. Last Friday night, he was having a great time at that nightclub in Roppongi, but he accidentally dropped some white powder into someone else's drink."

"Bang!"

Kenji Nakagawa slammed the teacup he was holding heavily on the table.

Tea spilled out, leaving dark stains on his kimono.

His eyes sharpened.

Are you threatening me?

"I'm just telling you the consequences."

Shen Fei met his gaze and said, "Hand over this item, and your family's reputation and future will be preserved. Otherwise, everything you've built will collapse within three days."

Professor Archibald, who was standing to the side, swallowed hard.

He felt like he was there to participate in a gang war.

A long time passed.

Kenji Nakagawa closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, the sharpness in them had vanished.

"I need a reason."

He spoke in a hoarse voice, "You, a Chinese man, why are you so attached to our family's possessions?"

You've got it wrong.

Shen Fei said, "It's not exactly your family heirloom; it just happened to have been in your family for hundreds of years."

He turned to Professor Archibald.

The professor cleared his throat, his expression turning serious.

"Mr. Nakagawa, that battle axe belongs to Ivar the Boneless, a Viking pirate from the 9th century AD. It was forged using the lost Wootz steel technique. According to the information we have, this battle axe, along with two other relics, points to a huge secret. I'm here to verify its authenticity."

Kenji Nakagawa looked at Shen Fei in silence.

He understood that the other party had come to collect something, and he needed a way to save face.

"make a deal."

He forced out two words through gritted teeth, "One hundred million dollars. I need it in my Swiss bank account by nine o'clock tomorrow morning."

Kyle.

Shen Fei didn't even look at him.

Kyle took out a satellite phone and dialed.

"Transfer one hundred million US dollars to the designated account, authorization code Alpha-7."

The call has ended.

The entire process takes no more than fifteen seconds.

Kenji Nakagawa's body visibly relaxed.

He stood up and gave Shen Fei one last, deep look.

"Come with me."

He led the three through a long corridor to a secluded dojo deep within the manor.

On the altar in the center of the dojo, the Viking battle axe lay quietly, completely out of place with the surrounding Japanese style.

When it was taken down and handed to Professor Archibald, the old professor's hands were trembling.

He pulled a high-powered magnifying glass from his pocket and held it to the axe blade.

"That's right... that's it, runes. They hid the runes within the patterns of the forging; they're geniuses."

The professor's face turned bright red.

He looked at Shen Fei and nodded vigorously.

"It's true, this is the ocean current map we've been looking for."

Shen Fei took the battle axe from his hand.

The axe felt cold and heavy in my hand.

The moment his fingers traced the patterns on the axe blade.

The dragon bones inside his body trembled slightly.

A faint but familiar stream of information flowed into his mind through his fingertips.

He realized that those patterns were actually coordinates.

These are spatial coordinates directly imprinted into the metal atoms by an ancient force.

These coordinates point to the abyss.

It is the place where those Leviathans sleep.

This battle axe is a tracker used to locate the Abyss Temple.

Ragnar Lodbrok, the Viking pirate king, is in search of Leviathan.

Shen Fei's heart skipped a beat.

He put the battle axe into a specially made box.

"Transaction complete."

He said to the pale-faced Kenji Nakagawa, "I hope we never see each other again."

After saying that, he turned and left with his men without any hesitation.

I got into the Rolls-Royce that was heading back to the city.

Professor Archibald was still excitedly talking on and on about how to use computer simulations to crack those runes.

Shen Fei remained silent, simply watching the night view rushing past the window.

Just then.

The encrypted satellite phone in his pocket began to vibrate violently.

It's Hannah.

She contacted me so late; there must be an emergency.

He answered the phone.

"Boss!"

Hannah's voice trembled for the first time.

"The Atlante has sank!"

"They have just arrived over the Titanic wreckage, and the ROV has not yet been launched."

"But... the sonar on the ship detected something else beneath the wreckage!"

"A huge living thing... is rising at high speed!"

Shen Fei's pupils instantly contracted to a single point.