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Tamamo-no-Mae seemed to be used to the Tengu's demeanor, and she gave him a charmingly disdainful look.

That one glance, so alluring, sent a shiver through the Tengu as if struck by lightning, making him tremble and even flinch.

Zhou Weiguo almost burst out laughing at the sight of such a comical appearance.

Then, everyone walked out of the room one by one and proceeded along the passage.

After walking about fifty or sixty meters, a wide-open space suddenly appeared before us.

There were more than twenty people standing in neat rows, and most importantly, more than half of them were women, each with a blank expression on their face.

Tamamo-no-Mae stood at the front, looking at everyone; her serious expression could not hide her allure.

"Warriors of the Little Days! His Majesty the Emperor, whose lineage is unbroken under the protection of Amaterasu, has bestowed a divine decree upon you! Tomorrow will be the sacred moment for you, the elite intelligence agents of the Empire, to demonstrate the military prosperity of the Yamato people and to realize the great cause of unifying the eight directions and the world! Charge forth for His Majesty the Emperor, for the glory of the Little Days Empire, and crush all the ants that stand in our way! Little Days will prevail!"

"Emperor Banzai!"

"Onboard!"

"Onboard!"

Zhou Weiguo gritted his teeth, his cheeks bulging with veins, his eyes filled with disgust and conflict.

The group of lunatics in front of him made him want to kill them immediately.

But reason told him that perhaps listening to their plan again would yield more crucial information.

At that moment, his fingernails were almost digging into his palms, and he was torn between two conflicting thoughts, unsure of what to do.

Just then, the guy who had been the "simp" before, or rather, the one called "Tengu," suddenly stepped forward.

He slightly raised his chin, his eyes gleaming with fanaticism, and shouted in perfect Mandarin, "Gentlemen! In the name of His Majesty the Emperor, I issue the final order: immediately transport all military supplies, weapons, explosives, poison gas, and other strategic materials from the Shrine to the designated location. Upon completion, all personnel shall enter a state of infiltration! Tomorrow at 11:00 AM, if the explosions of 'Operation Sunrise' do not sound as scheduled, then the one ton of poison gas from 'Project Skybreaker' must be detonated precisely at 1:30 PM! This is the sacred mission bestowed upon us by the Empire; the time to serve His Majesty the Emperor has arrived! Gentlemen, may your military fortunes endure!"

He waved his arms, spitting everywhere, his frenzied appearance suggesting he had already seen the dawn of so-called "victory".

Zhou Weiguo's pupils contracted sharply, and alarm bells rang in his mind.

He knew that if these lunatics succeeded, the consequences would be unimaginable. Once these dangerous materials were transported in smaller groups, he alone would be powerless to stop them.

After careful consideration, he had no choice but to temporarily abandon his plan to conduct further investigations and decided to first cut off the enemy's movements to ensure that the explosives and poison gas explosives would not fall into danger.

Almost the instant the order was given, the group of people, like a powder keg that had been lit, rushed wildly toward the other end of the passage.

Their footsteps were disorderly, their shouts rose and fell, and their boots slammed heavily on the ground, raising clouds of dust.

Zhou Weiguo gritted his teeth, a resolute look flashing in his eyes, and followed without hesitation.

He had only one thought in his mind: he had to find the hiding place of those deadly weapons as soon as possible.

Just then, Tamamo-no-Mae and several other women suddenly turned around and quickly left along the passage they had come from.

Zhou Weiguo had no time to think and could only follow closely behind the group, rushing towards the other end of the passage. As they went deeper, the passage became wider, and the stone walls on both sides exuded a cold aura.

Finally, the group stopped in front of a huge iron gate.

The "sycophant" strode forward, and together with several companions, they braced their shoulders against the door, pushing for a long time before finally managing to open it.

Zhou Weiguo stood at the end of the crowd, his eyes scanning his surroundings warily.

Seeing that everyone's attention was focused on opening the door, he quickly made a decision.

He turned his head to make sure no one was watching him, then gently waved his hand, instantly bringing the last dozen or so people into the still space.

Those people were completely oblivious, still immersed in their excitement, with fanatical smiles on their faces until the very last moment before they disappeared.

However, before he could even catch his breath, the passage ahead suddenly forked into two branches.

Zhou Weiguo's heart sank suddenly, realizing something was wrong.

The "sycophant" rushed into the left passage without looking back, and the person behind him suddenly turned around for some reason, instantly witnessing his companion's bizarre disappearance.

The man's eyes widened, his face turned deathly pale, and his features twisted in terror, as if he had seen a ghost.

Zhou Weiguo didn't give him a chance to react. With a thought, he took the person into his spatial storage and then rushed off in the direction where the "simp" had disappeared.

After running for ages, they finally spotted the "simp." The man was looking back with a puzzled expression, muttering under his breath, "Damn it! He's so slow!"

After cursing, he turned around and used all his strength to push open the door in front of him.

Zhou Weiguo took a closer look and was shocked. This was no ordinary iron gate; it was clearly an airtight door! The door was entirely silver-white, surrounded by rings of sealing strips, and equipped with complex instruments and control buttons. It was obviously a special device used to isolate dangerous substances.

Without further hesitation, Zhou Weiguo waved his hand and took the "sycophant" into his spatial storage.

He used his spatial abilities to enter the airtight door, and the sight before him made his pupils shrink slightly.

The room was filled with neatly arranged square boxes, about the size of a television set, their surfaces rusted and emitting a pungent odor.

He casually picked one up, opened it, and found it contained explosives and a sealed container. He figured it was a poison gas explosive.

He was secretly shocked. How had these dangerous items been transported here without anyone noticing? Without time to think, he quickly moved and stuffed all the boxes in the room into his spatial storage, more than fifty in total, until the room was completely empty.

Then, Zhou Weiguo activated the sensing and enemy/friend detection devices and rushed cautiously outside.

Along the way, whenever he encountered an enemy, he didn't hesitate to store them in his spatial storage. When he rushed to the door where Tamamo-no-Mae was, he finally breathed a sigh of relief; the people were still inside.

He flashed into the room and, with a wave of his hand, took everyone into his spatial storage.

Immediately afterwards, his gaze fell on the various documents on the table, and without lingering for a moment, he put all the documents into his spatial storage.

"Let Elder Long and the others deal with these troublesome matters."

"My only mission is to go back to Xia Rizi and deliver a 'big package' to them! They dare to cause trouble in Xia Kingdom, so if I don't deliver this 'package' to the Heavenly Kingdom, I'm not a Zhou!"