With three superpowers at his fingertips, he could dominate the 1970s.

Jiang Zhiyu stood against the wall for a few breaths.

There was nothing unusual in the night breeze.

She looked up at the lit window on the second floor of the main house of the Fukuda family mansion, and a slight smile appeared on her lips.

"No major disturbances."

"Then there's nothing to wait for."

Seventeen immediately perked up: "Host, you want to go in?"

"Um."

Jiang Zhiyu's eyelashes drooped.

"Go straight to the study."

"Seiichi Fukuda's."

A flash of light and shadow.

When Jiang Zhiyu opened her eyes, she was already standing in a corner of Fukuda Seiichi's study.

She slowly scanned the area.

Ever since he emptied this place last time.

Over the past six months, Seiichi Fukuda has managed to acquire some new items.

A new rosewood desk, a pair of blue and white porcelain vases, a new landscape painting on the wall, and several small hand-held items on the antique shelf.

Jiang Zhiyu's gaze swept over them lightly.

It's not worth much.

These are all common items that can be bought on the market, used to make a show of things.

None of the truly treasured old items, heirlooms, or gold and silver objects from the last time appeared.

Jiang Zhiyu gave a cold laugh.

The Fukuda family is truly poor now.

Her gaze fell on the armchair behind the desk.

Seiichi Fukuda sat with his back to the door, a cigarette in one hand and his other hand supporting his forehead, his shoulders slightly hunched.

Compared to the last time he came, the old man had lost a lot of weight, and his hair had turned whiter.

Jiang Zhiyu didn't stand on ceremony either.

She raised her hand and gently tapped with her fingertips.

A very faint wisp of poisonous mist flicked out from her fingertip.

Seiichi Fukuda slumped in his chair, his head slumped forward, and he collapsed onto the desk.

The cigarette slipped from his hand, leaving a small, charred dot on the desk.

Jiang Zhiyu took two steps and walked over.

She reached out and placed a finger on Fukuda Seiichi's forehead.

Mental energy flowed into his fingertips.

Starting from the most recent point, keep moving forward.

Layer by layer, item by item.

Jiang Zhiyu's breathing gradually calmed down.

His brows furrowed more and more.

More than half an hour.

The clock on the wall in the study ticked away, marking more than half a circle.

A thin layer of sweat slowly seeped from Jiang Zhiyu's forehead, and stray hairs at her temples clung to her skin.

She finally let go of that hand.

Seiichi Fukuda slumped on his desk, his breathing steady, as if he had simply fallen asleep.

Jiang Zhiyu took a step back.

He raised his hand and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

He gave a cold snort.

"This has completely changed my understanding."

Seventeen had been keeping it quietly in his mind, and now he immediately came over.

"How is the host?"

"What happened?"

Jiang Zhiyu turned around, walked to another corner of the study, and casually pulled over a chair to sit down.

He took out a cup of spiritual spring water from his spatial storage and drank it all in one gulp.

It moistened my throat.

Only then did he slowly begin to speak.

"No wonder they're the most cold-blooded family."

Her voice carried a chilling undertone.

"The reason Fukuda has been able to hold on until now is all thanks to one word."

"Cut."

Seventeen exclaimed, "What are you cutting?"

"Prune the branches and vines to preserve the main trunk."

Jiang Zhiyu gave a cold smile.

"After that theft, the Fukuda family was severely weakened and won't be able to recover for a while."

"Seiichi Fukuda wants to preserve his direct lineage."

"So they approached the Koizumi family."

"The Koizumi family?" Seventeen pressed.

"A small family living a different kind of life."

Jiang Zhiyu nodded slightly.

"To save his own life, Fukuda repeatedly cut down branches of his collateral relatives."

"Give what should be given, and send what should be sent."

"His own daughter."

"His own wife."

"His sister."

"Even his own brother's daughter."

Jiang Zhiyu paused for a moment.

"They were all dedicated to the Koizumi family."

The grandfather clock in the study ticked twice.

Seventeen's wings drooped "snap" in my mind.

silence.

After a long pause, he finally managed to ask a question with difficulty.

"What...what does 'offer' mean?"

"It means exactly what it says."

Jiang Zhiyu's tone was as cold as ice.

"Offer it as a sacrifice."

"To be used in an exchange with the Koizumi family."

"In exchange for the Koizumi family taking in the remaining male members of the Fukuda family."

"He was even willing to give up his own wife and younger sister."

Jiang Zhiyu sneered.

"The last surviving direct relatives were all men."

"There isn't a single woman left."

Seventeen remained silent for a long time.

The little robot's wings were frozen in my mind, as if they were solidified.

After a while.

It only managed to utter one sentence.

"Is this...is this something a human being would do?"

Jiang Zhiyu did not answer.

She picked up the empty teacup and slowly ran her fingertips along the rim.

"That's not all."

"The Fukuda family sold off 80% of their remaining businesses to the Koizumi family."

"It's nominally a 'gift'."

"It's actually 'protection money'."

"Koizumi only agreed to step in and shield Fukuda from the outside investigation after accepting both a woman and a business deal."

"This is a clever scheme."

Jiang Zhiyu's lips curled up coldly:

"That was a really loud bang."

Seventeen then came to her senses and muttered resentfully:

"Does someone like that even deserve to live?"

"He is not only worthy."

Jiang Zhiyu put down her teacup.

"They're living quite comfortably."

The study was quiet for a moment.

Seventeen hesitated for a moment before cautiously asking:

"Then... what about the Onmyodo (Bureau of Yin and Yang)?"

Where did all those people from the Onmyodo (Bureau of Yin and Yang) go?

Jiang Zhiyu's gaze darkened.

"The Yin-Yang Bureau is even more ruthless than the Fukuda family."

"It looks like Fukuda, our powerful backer, is about to fall."

They turned around.

"So they sought refuge with another organization."

Seventeen: "Which one?"

"The Sato clan."

Jiang Zhiyu uttered these four words calmly.

"Xiao Rizi is another long-established family business."

"A family on par with the Koizumi family."

"All those people from the Yin-Yang Bureau left overnight; they were the ones who were uprooted and went to join Sato."

"Pooh."

The seventeen little wings trembled with anger.

"The loyalty of these people is as fragile as paper."

"The inherent flaws in the human nature of this country."

Jiang Zhiyu said coldly.

"Only here can one's understanding of the phrase 'shameless' be truly refreshed."

The grandfather clock in the study ticked twice more.

Jiang Zhiyu's tone suddenly softened.

"but."

"There's something quite interesting."

Seventeen immediately perked up her ears: "What? What?"

Jiang Zhiyu's lips curled slightly.

"That old hag who imprisoned Xu Yunzi for thirty years back then."

"Haruko Kurokawa."

"You remember, right?"

Seventeen: "Of course I remember! That guy deserved a beating!"

"Her current fate."

Jiang Zhiyu's smile carried a hint of genuine indifference.

"Exactly the same as Master Xu Yunzi back then."

"By Sato Genichi, the current head of the Sato clan."

"He was locked in a dark room in the Sato family's house."

Seventeen, the little robot, froze for a moment in his mind.

Then he let out a loud "Awooo!"

"retribution!!!"

"Isn't this a living example of cause and effect!"

"She imprisoned Xu Yunzi for thirty years, and now she herself is imprisoned!"

"Hahaha, this melon is sweet!"

Jiang Zhiyu was amused by it and finally showed a genuine smile.

"yes."

"This cause and effect, no matter how you calculate it..."

In the end, the blame fell on her own shoulders.

Seventeen was still laughing: "Then why did Sato Genichi lock her up?"

"I didn't see that."

Jiang Zhiyu shook her head.

"His only memory is of 'Sato Genichi imprisoning Kurokawa Haruko.'"

"As for what grudges exist between the two..."

"Without beginning or end."

Seventeen: "Shall we go take a look?"

"past."

Jiang Zhiyu stood up and straightened the corner of her clothes.

"Everyone's here."

"Why not take a look at what that old hag, who once served as Guan Xuyunzi, looks like now?"

"This trip was a waste of time."

Seventeen nodded frantically in his mind: "Yes, yes, yes, yes!"

"If we don't eat this melon..."

"How can I justify making this trip?"

The chill in Jiang Zhiyu's eyes deepened.

She slowly glanced at Seiichi Fukuda, who was lying on the desk.

I coldly made a note of it in my heart.

The life of the Fukuda family.

The Koizumi family protected him.

That debt.

sooner or later.

The blame should also fall on the Koizumi family.

Jiang Zhiyu turned around.

"Walk."

"This poor place is so annoying, I'll never come back."

Seventeen responded in unison, "Let's go! Let's go find the rich man!"