Chapter 1672 - Remember Who I Am?

Chris paid more attention to the secret research institute and the Yashida family.

In fact, he was very curious about what the research institute was working on that could pull Shiro Yashida back from the brink of death.

Based on the information Chris had obtained, Shiro Yashia was dying of old age, not because he was sick.

To save him, the research institute would have to increase the dying old man's lifespan.

Who didn't want to live longer? Especially someone like Chris, who held power and wealth.

Chris felt that this was the reason why the United States valued the secret research institute so much.

Luke, on the other hand, wasn't interested in increasing his lifespan.

After all, he had the Kunlun Chi Refining Technique and the dragon bone, both of which were safe and didn't have any side effects. Life 1, which needed to be studied long-term, also had the effect of extending lifespan.

However, he was interested in the secret research institute. Naturally, he had to facilitate this meeting as soon as possible and gather some intelligence about the research institute.

Thinking that, he used his identity as Big Dipper to send Ivan a message, which contained an address.

/ please keep reading on MYB0XN0VEL.COM

It was the safe house that he had taken the time to set up in the last two days. There was a mental control terminal there.

Ivan could go "online" there.

In a deluxe suite at an onsen hotel in Jozankei, there was a crisp ping which woke up a man who was dozing.

Pushing away the warm bodies that were hugging him, he got out of bed and picked up his phone.

In the bathroom, he pressed the control button on his phone and held the screen up to his eyes.

The phone entered the hidden interface, and a new message appeared on the screen.

He opened it.

After reading for a moment, Ivan put together some letters in his head and obtained an address.

Taking a deep breath, he closed the hidden interface and walked out of the bathroom, quickly putting on his clothes.

Looking at the two women on the bed, he smacked his lips and couldn't help but think of the "service fee."

So, he took 20,000 each from a Hermes bag and a Chanel bag next to the bed, and smiled in satisfaction. "Finally, it's my turn to take a rich lady's money.

"Sugar, yes, please. Won't you come and put it down on me…" Singing under his breath, he opened the door and left.

…

That night, Luke picked up the people from the research institute at an intersection in the Shirokanedai district of the Meguro ward of Tokyo.

The other party didn't get out of the car. He simply called Luke to let him know to head to the Yashida family residence.

Luke gestured for his driver to start the car, and clicked his tongue in wonder. The head of the research institute was indeed quite the character. He didn't give Chris any respect.

Luke wasn't Chris, and wasn't angry at all. Instead, he was happy.

Someone who wouldn't give Chris any face couldn't be a small fry, right?

The more uppity a person was, the larger the points.

Besides, at least 1,000 lives had been lost at the research institute; naturally, Luke had to show this big fish some respect.

Soon, the two cars entered a traditional Japanese courtyard.

Luke didn't have a single artistic bone in his body, but he knew that the upkeep of this courtyard wasn't simple, and would bankrupt an ordinary magnate.

In a swanky residential area like Shirokaneda, it was far classier to have a big courtyard like this.

Getting out of the car, Luke realized that he had been ditched again.

The car from the research institute didn't follow him at all, and simply drove to the other side.

Luke raised an eyebrow. Chris was an idiot. He didn't even know how deep communications ran between both parties? He deserved to die.

To put it nicely, Chris's presence here was as a guarantor, but to put it bluntly, he was collateral.

The research institute was basically saying: We stand above you. If anything goes wrong, you handle it.

Thinking that, Luke felt like laughing.

The two young attendants in kimonos paused bewilderedly when Luke suddenly stopped to look up at the night sky. "Sir, this way, please."

The night sky in Tokyo was too bright to see the stars clearly.

Luke lowered his head and adjusted his yellow lenses. He smiled. "Oh, okay."

In the night sky, an invisible mid-sized drone cruised along slowly as it controlled a large number of mini drones to monitor various parts of the courtyard.

A transparent shadow was observing the situation from a five-story building 200 meters away. It sent Luke a message: There are a lot of people here, and their positions are scattered. It won't be easy to kill them all.

Still smiling, Luke replied: That's because this isn't the target. Please don't be so hot-blooded.

Ivan yawned and didn't say anything else.

He was just bored.

The Bat Squad never attacked innocent people. There were a lot of ordinary attendants and staff here, and Luke couldn't kill them all.

Ivan disdained the kimonos that the two attendants were wearing. "Why cover so much? Hm, the two earlier didn't wear anything under their bathrobes. These kimonos look pretty much the same. How about I check a pretty one later?"

Luke didn't know that Ivan was so bored that his thoughts had completely derailed.

Luke followed the two attendants to a tea room.

The attendants opened the door and gestured for him to take off his shoes.

Luke raised an eyebrow at the interior design. "You don't have any chairs?"

Stumped, the attendants hesitated. "Hm, I don't think so."

Luke said, "Oh, I sprained my ankle recently. Please give me a cushion."

The attendants looked at each other in bewilderment, but still took out a cushion.

Luke took the cushion and placed it in the doorway so that he was sitting on the porch outside the tea room.

The porch was 40 centimeters above ground level, so it felt like he was sitting on a chair.

Pleased, he nodded. "Okay, you can serve the tea now."

The attendant: "…Please wait a moment, sir."

One of the attendants turned around and left, and the other stood a few meters away and didn't say anything.

Luke wasn't deliberately making trouble; it was just that he wasn't used to sitting cross-legged.

Also, taking off his shoes wasn't a good choice.

His shoes were part of his custom-made nanosuit set – how could he hand them over to the other party?

It was nonsense to say that guests should do as the host asked.

Chief Chris had been brought here as decoration tonight – it was normal for him to be a little unhappy.

The other party could only deal with him sitting here.

Soon, tea was served.

This time, the other party clearly knew that Chief Chris wasn't in a good mood, and didn't try to sway him with some Japanese tea ceremony. Instead, he was served the black tea which Europeans and Americans were used to, along with fresh milk and sugar.

From this, it was clear that the Yashida family had made preparations.

It wasn't like they would give him preferential treatment just because he was obedient and followed their arrangements.

Luke poured himself a cup of tea unhurriedly and smiled inwardly.