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

Jiang Zhiyu turned around and closed her eyes.

A flash of light and shadow, a sudden pressure of weightlessness.

Another flash, another press.

After two teleportations, he was already pressed against the outer wall of the Sato family mansion.

Seventeen let out a long breath, and a thought flashed through his mind: "Short distances don't consume much energy."

"It works well."

Jiang Zhiyu nodded slightly.

The night is already deep.

The Sato family mansion is located on a hillside in the suburbs of Tokyo. It is larger than the Fukuda family mansion, with high walls on all four sides, covered with vines.

It was so quiet inside the walls that there was almost no sound.

Jiang Zhiyu stood firmly against the outer wall, her spiritual power spreading out like water.

They probed it inch by inch.

He frowned inch by inch.

On both sides of the main gate, under the porch behind the gate, on the roof beams, and on the eaves.

Even the edge of the dry well behind the house.

Jiang Zhiyu's lips curled into a cold smile.

"Ninja."

"They're everywhere."

Seventeen leaned closer: "Host, host, look, don't these people look like geckos?"

"They clung to the beams, huddled under the eaves, their bodies all sprawled out flat."

Jiang Zhiyu gave a faint "hmm".

"As expected, this is the trump card of these established families."

"The Fukuda family couldn't afford to support them anymore, so they disbanded."

"These scattered ninjas were probably all divided up by the Koizumi and Sato families."

Seventeen peeked out and said, "Host, take a look at these Sato family ninjas."

"Isn't this much more than what we saw when we visited the Fukuda family last time?"

"Much more."

A hint of coldness flashed across Jiang Zhiyu's eyes.

"Last time, the Fukuda family had a total of thirty-odd people."

"There are more than a hundred here."

She paused for a moment: "Let's avoid them first."

"Go to the study."

Seventeen: "Which one are you going to this time?"

"Sato Genichi's."

Jiang Zhiyu lowered her eyes slightly.

"To catch the thief, first catch the king."

The light and shadow flashed again.

Jiang Zhiyu's figure disappeared from the corner.

When she reappeared, she was already standing in the center of Sato Genichi's study.

There was no one in the study.

Two unburnt candles remained on the candlestick, the wax slowly dripping down the candles and condensing on the copper plate, indicating that the owner had not been away for long.

Several calligraphy and paintings hung on the wall, one of which was a powerful and vigorous calligraphy with a large character "忍" (ren, meaning forbearance).

Jiang Zhiyu glanced at it and curled her lips into a smile.

It's not a nice thing to say.

She raised her hand: "Seventeen."

"Start scanning immediately and take all the useful information."

"We mainly check for important documents and scientific and technological materials; anything useful to China will be accepted."

"Leave the useless stuff lying around."

"Host received."

With a "whoosh," the little robot's wings flapped, and it flew out as a streak of silver light.

This time it worked exceptionally hard.

Jiang Zhiyu understood its little scheme: those two big items in Europe were still across the sea. She thought that if she was in a good mood, she might take it with her to retrieve them, and then it could level up again.

Jiang Zhiyu did not expose him.

He walked towards the rosewood desk.

On the table were several volumes of documents, a few notebooks, and an old-fashioned fountain pen.

Jiang Zhiyu casually flipped through two pages.

He raised an eyebrow slightly.

Seventeen.

"This one."

"They're building cars."

Seventeen flew back in a flash: "Yes, host, yes."

"There are a lot of confidential automotive documents inside!"

"Engine structure, gearbox, transmission system, a whole stack of blueprints."

"Should we take them all?"

Jiang Zhiyu rolled her eyes at it.

"nonsense."

"Take all the useful ones."

"Take it back and let our people study it."

"Why bother using your own brain when you can stand on someone else's shoulders?"

"They're not one of our people; we don't have the capability."

Seventeen was so happy she spun around in circles: "Okay, okay!"

Another streak of silver light shot out.

Jiang Zhiyu was also busy.

She picked out a few old-looking items from the study.

A small celadon jar, an ivory abacus inlaid with beads, an ancient inkstone, and an unassuming seal with an extremely old patina on a display shelf.

These aren't big items, but they're all old things.

The path to this family's rise to power can be gleaned from the origins of these old objects.

It's probably not clean.

Jiang Zhiyu didn't stand on ceremony and put each item into her spatial storage.

After finishing, she walked to the wall at the far end of the study.

These established families all share the same style.

There must be a dark room in the study.

Jiang Zhiyu's fingers slowly explored the wall, and her fingertips touched a raised wooden carving, which she pressed lightly.

A soft "click" sounded.

A gap was slid open inwards from a single wall panel.

Sure enough, there was a small, dark room behind it.

Seventeen flew in with a "whoosh," circled the dark room twice, and suddenly let out a "howl."

"Host!!"

"I've found something great!"

"Not only do they have confidential blueprints for automobiles."

"And classified documents about military armored vehicles!"

"A whole cabinet full!"

A genuine hint of surprise flashed across Jiang Zhiyu's eyes.

Armored vehicle.

According to the Allied Treaty, after the war, the small country was not allowed to engage in military industry on its own.

If this cabinet of documents were to become public knowledge, it would be a catastrophe for the Sato family.

Where is it hidden?

Jiang Zhiyu asked.

Seventeen's wings trembled with anger: "Host, you would never have imagined this."

"This cabinet of documents—"

"Hidden in the bathroom, in a dark room!"

"It's in the wall panel behind the toilet!"

Jiang Zhiyu choked for a moment.

Really...

The thoughts and feelings of ordinary people are all hidden in these gutters.

She curled her lips coldly: "Stop talking nonsense and get to work."

"receive."

"Yes, host!"

The little robot's silver light flashed like a shooting star as it moved through the dark room.

Jiang Zhiyu walked to the bookshelf on the other side of the dark room.

The bookshelves weren't filled with books, but rather with exquisitely bound notebooks.

She randomly picked up a book and opened it.

The handwriting was densely packed.

Jiang Zhiyu's gaze swept over them.

His brow furrowed slowly.

This entire cabinet of journals.

It is written about the "rise to power" of the Sato family over the past few decades.

How did an insignificant family during the Meiji era manage to build up its current fortune through war, plunder, assassination, collusion, and speculation?

between the lines.

A long and detailed account.

Everything that was plundered was described as a great gift from heaven.

Every assassination attempt was portrayed as a monument to the family's progress.

Jiang Zhiyu read two pages and then stopped reading.

"Nausea."

She closed the notebook.

In another corner of the dark room was a small safe.

Upon opening it, several stacks of gold bars were neatly arranged inside.

The number is not large.

Jiang Zhiyu narrowed her eyes.

This is just one of Sato Genichi's "small study rooms".

The real wealth is definitely not here.

However, there's no time to choose carefully right now.

With a wave of her hand, everything in the cabinet went into her spatial dimension.

Seventeen had almost finished scanning as well: "Host, I'm almost done here."

"Make a note of the coordinates for the parts that haven't been scanned yet, and I'll go through them slowly later."

Jiang Zhiyu nodded.

She turned around, her gaze falling on the inconspicuous little wooden door at the deepest part of the dark room.

Raise your hand and gently pull it open.

Behind it was an even smaller, dark room.

It's less than ten square meters.

A low bed, a dim floor lamp.

A woman was curled up on the bed.