Under One Person: The Puppet Immortal in the Tang Sect

After a long silence, someone spoke.

"What about Omikami?"

The white-haired old man sneered.

"The Great God? He has been in a deep sleep for the past few years, and every time he wakes up, he devours a large number of souls."

When he wakes up next time, who knows how many more people will be dead. Rather than waiting for him to wake up, it's better to…

He didn't finish his sentence, but his meaning was clear.

The elderly men exchanged glances and nodded silently.

......

Osaka, headquarters of the Sumitomo Foundation.

Yoshimura sat in his office, looking at a document in front of him.

The document's title page bore the name of a person—Akira Yamashita.

This person was introduced by the Osaka Division, which is now on an expedition to the East. He is said to be a military advisor for the 37th Regiment and has a close relationship with Shinichiro Sawada of the Osaka Division.

He came to Osaka, saying he wanted to discuss business, but no one knew exactly what he wanted to discuss.

Yoshimura put down the documents and rubbed his temples.

Ever since that trip to Tokyo, he had always felt that this young man was worthy of his Sumitomo Group's utmost loyalty.

Now, that person is coming to Osaka.

Yoshimura didn't know what the other party wanted to do, but he knew that he had to fully cooperate with them.

He stood up, walked to the window, and looked out at the street in the distance.

Osaka is brightly lit at night, even more lively than Tokyo.

It's no exaggeration to say that this is the island nation's commercial center and a hub of wealth.

However, this place is also an arena for power struggles.

This nephew's visit to Osaka is probably not just for business purposes.

As Yoshimura was pondering this, a knock came at the door.

"Come in."

A secretary pushed open the door and entered, speaking respectfully.

"Mr. Yoshimura, someone from the Osaka Foundation has come to talk to you about recent market trends."

Yoshimura nodded.

"Let him in."

A moment later, a middle-aged man walked into the office with a fawning smile typical of businessmen.

"Good evening, Mr. Yoshimura."

Yoshimura looked at him and suddenly asked.

"Has your Osaka Foundation received any strange news lately?"

The middle-aged man was taken aback.

"Strange news? You mean..."

Yoshimura waved his hand.

"Nothing. Go ahead, what is it?"

The middle-aged man began to report on his work.

"It's like this, Lord Yoshimura..."

Chapter 269 Osaka Castle

Under the combined onslaught of numerous Cursed Bound Society members, Cui Ming and his group were truly unable to eat anymore.

It's not that Cui Ming and the others couldn't hold on, but rather...

The materials are really running out.

Even with the food sacs loaded with a large amount of materials, they couldn't withstand such enthusiastic and forceful delivery.

Left with no other option, Cui Ming set off directly towards Osaka Castle.

It was nearly dusk when the carriage entered Osaka Castle.

Cui Ming lifted the carriage curtain and looked out the window.

The streets were wider than any of the towns we had passed through before, lined with shops and bustling with pedestrians.

Merchants dressed in kimonos solicited customers at the entrance, rickshaw drivers pulled customers back and forth, and occasionally a few black cars drove by slowly.

In the distance, the outline of a huge crane can be vaguely seen in the direction of the port.

This is Osaka.

The island nation's commercial center, a hub of wealth, is also a vortex of intertwined power.

"Lord."

Yongen's voice came from outside the car.

"It seems there's someone waiting for us up ahead."

Cui Ming looked in the direction she pointed.

Inside the city gate, seven or eight black cars were parked, with a row of men in suits standing beside them.

The leader was a middle-aged man in his fifties, with a thin face and wearing gold-rimmed glasses; he was Yoshimura of the Sumitomo Group.

Behind Yoshimura stood several other people who were also dressed in fine clothes.

Judging from their obsequious demeanor towards Yoshimura and their subtly subservient stance towards him, these people should all be representatives of major conglomerates.

The carriage slowly drove to the city gate and stopped.

Yong-eun lifted the curtain, and Choi Myung slowly stepped out of the car.

Yoshimura immediately came to greet him with a perfectly timed smile.

"Yamashita-kun, you must be tired from your journey."

He bowed slightly.

"We heard that you were coming to Osaka Castle to discuss cooperation, so we specially waited for you here."

Cui Ming returned the greeting with a smile.

"Mr. Yoshimura, you are too kind. I am truly sorry to have troubled you all."

The people behind Yoshimura also stepped forward and introduced themselves.

"Hongchi Chamber of Commerce, Tanaka Ichiro."

"Fujita Mining, Masao Fujita."

"Takeda Pharmaceuticals, Watanabe..."

Cui Ming responded to each question with a warm smile, but his mind was racing.

These people were all powerful figures in Osaka Castle.

Konochi, Fujita, Takeda...

Rice merchants, mining, pharmaceuticals...

These conglomerates control almost half of the island nation's economic lifeline.

Their coming together to greet us shows how much they value this meeting.

Or rather, they attached great importance to the person "Yamashita Akira".

Yoshimura led Cui Ming into a car, and the convoy slowly drove into the city.

Through the car window, Cui Ming observed more details of the city.

In addition to shops, there are also many clubs and teahouses with various signs on both sides of the street.

Occasionally, one could see young people in school uniforms walking by on the street; there were also many military police officers in uniform looking around nervously; and even many reporters with notebooks were writing furiously.

Further away, several tall chimneys were belching white smoke, which was in the direction of the shipyard.

"Osaka is a good place."

Yoshimura said from the side.

“If Mr. Yamashita wants to develop his career here, I, Sumitomo, will do everything in my power to support you in making a name for yourself here.”

Cui Ming smiled and waved his hand.

"Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Yoshimura. However, I have some matters to attend to during my visit."

Yoshimura didn't ask any further questions, he just nodded.

The convoy stopped in front of a luxurious Western-style building.

This is the best hotel in Osaka Castle, exclusively catering to important figures from the military and zaibatsu (financial conglomerates).

Two rows of bodyguards in black suits stood at the entrance, and they immediately bowed and saluted upon seeing the convoy.

Cui Ming got out of the car and looked up at the building.

It is a six-story building with beige tiles on the exterior walls and floor-to-ceiling windows.

Osaka at that time was indeed considered luxurious.

"Yamashita-kun, please."

Yoshimura led him into the lobby.

The lobby was carpeted in deep red, and crystal chandeliers hung from the three-story-high ceiling, illuminating the entire hall in a magnificent golden light.

Several female servers dressed in kimonos stood at the front desk and bowed immediately when they entered.