Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week-Chapter 783 - 781: Old and Unrepentant, the True Villain

There is no such thing as a trader without deceit.

Li Cheng's self-demand has always been very clear: no bottom line, only the pursuit of profit.

He never mentions how many young people his unique area calculation formula has fooled and consumed.

Nor does he mention how many people he's forced to live like prisoners in small rooms, living their daily lives.

He only enthusiastically propagandizes his success, leaves behind famous quotes, and wraps himself in the good image of doing charity everywhere.

As long as he's willing to spend money, websites and bloggers are naturally willing to act as his mouthpiece, refuting those who accuse him of crimes and deceit.

Then, under the guise of a good reputation, he will leave this world.

This was the life path Li Cheng had previously planned for himself, but the appearance of the Different World disrupted things.

The desire not to die returned to Li Cheng's heart at that moment.

The first thing he did was regain control, choosing to support his second son to overthrow his eldest son's power in the company.

Back when he retired, Li Cheng had deliberately left a backdoor.

It was originally to be prepared to replace his eldest son at any time if he didn't align with his desires, never thinking he would take charge again.

After all, he was already in his nineties when he retired.

At this age, his energy could no longer match that of his youth, handling high-intensity work, analyzing the massive information to focus on important messages.

But this time, he didn't need to consider anything else, focusing solely on the Different World.

Company affairs were handed over to his second son, with his connections, he wouldn't grasp the company in the short term.

Through this method, Li Cheng maintained control of the company and actively participated in the United States Noah's Ark project and invested in Russia's Takamagahara project.

He was very eager for the brain bug transplant surgery but worried about the severe consequences, so he chose to wait for it to develop further before using it on himself.

Unexpectedly, again things surprised him.

He was chosen by the Holy Grail.

...

"So this is what a young body feels like!"

In a rented room of a London hotel, Li Cheng stood naked in front of a full-length mirror.

He gazed at his skin with an obsessed look, it was full of luster, and his cheeks had no wrinkles at all.

Thick black hair covered his forehead, showing no signs of baldness.

He had forgotten how long it had been since he saw such thick hair on his head.

Every time he saw it now, it would make him dizzy, even taking his phone out to take pictures, forever recording this youthful body in his photo album.

Perhaps such behavior might seem perverse to some people.

But only those who've experienced aging can understand how attractive a young body is.

Li Cheng was filled with a look of ecstasy.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, his eyes turned cold, and he quickly wrapped a towel around his waist, stepping forward, peeking through the peephole at the person outside.

It was a man with black hair, about in his thirties.

Li Cheng recognized him as his informant in London, opened the door and said, "Any news?"

"We've found some foreigners lurking around your residence, they seem to be searching for something."

"Really, seems like some smart people finally noticed my whereabouts."

Li Cheng murmured, waving his hand, "You can go now, don't bother with them.

If there's any news from the mainland contacting you, come find me."

"Alright."

The man nodded, turning and leaving from here.

Li Cheng shut the door.

He didn't let the man stay in this hotel to avoid the CIA noticing anything unusual through phone location tracking.

After all, the man was an immigrant to England, with a residence there.

Suddenly moving to a hotel, with communications containing peculiar words, could very likely alert the CIA.

Li Cheng closed the door, suddenly a large amount of purple mist flooded from a book on the bedside table, coalescing into a faint figure.

"What exactly are you planning?"

"Finding other anchored people to cooperate."

Li Cheng answered calmly.

He wasn't sure what kind of relationship the others and their bonds have.

At least with his relationship with the German epic Nibelungenlied's dragon-slaying hero, Siegfried, there wasn't a clear hierarchy, perhaps due to this person's non-arrogant nature.

"We and the Noble Phantasm Users are different, inherently belonging to one camp, I believe smart people can perceive something wrong from the CIA's actions and choose to contact me."

Li Cheng wanted to choose cooperation for a simple reason: he judged that the likelihood of the Noble Phantasm Users teaming up to sweep away others is very high.

Things that happened earlier further proved his guess.

They were truly four against one.

He didn't act, but someone took action, it's unclear whether two people were eliminated.

Li Cheng's information channels were rather closed.

In the eyes of Western capital, he was an outsider, not disclosing important intel to him.

Even though Li Cheng considered himself a pure Englishman, paying huge taxes to England and wanting to better serve the English, he was still deemed a foreigner, having to run to Canada to become a citizen.

Finally returning to the mainland.

In this cycle, he was basically excluded from the upper echelons.

Therefore, he needed someone informed to play along with him.

"Smart people…"

Siegfried thought his calculative thinking was confined to the business world, forgetting the current situation, wasn't simple dealings.

The Holy Grail War has no rules.

But Siegfried didn't give any warning.

...

At five-thirty in the afternoon, a light twilight enveloped the street in front of the row houses, and a black car drove up, stopping directly at the door.

Jack opened the car door and got out, stepping forward to ring the doorbell.

Ding~

A light sound, the door opened, he pushed the door and entered, seeing two Heavenly Locks retracting from the living room to the kitchen, his mood was a bit complicated.

In his view, high-end items like Noble Phantasms should be used specifically for combat rather than serving a role in daily household tasks.

He felt that this Noble Phantasm user seemed a bit too careless.

Jack grumbled to himself, not stopping his steps, and spoke up: "Miss Hojo, we have now discovered one candidate involved in the Holy Grail.

Li Cheng, a well-known rich man.

His current address is at a warm inn in Battersea, London."

The CIA has powerful intelligence-gathering abilities.

Their abilities are often beyond the understanding of those outside the intelligence system.

Once the CIA targets someone, any so-called hidden disguise is as good as naked.

"The decision from above is to eliminate him; Charles and Li Quangui have already decided to act."

Jack paused and asked: "Do you want to be involved in this operation?"

Hojo Shouko thought for a moment; she believed that having Charles and Li Quangui take action was enough.

But considering that during the battle, others might intervene, she decided to join in resolving the enemy.

"Alright, I'll go immediately."

Hojo Shouko put down the kitchen knife in her hand, deciding to continue preparing dinner after dealing with the enemy.

Jack handed over a printed map, clearly indicating the route from here to Battersea.

Hojo Shouko glanced at it, memorizing the map.

The Heavenly Locks wrapped around her body, then lifted her, extending forward, with the Golden Ring moving along.

More chains emerged, opening the window.

Hojo Shouko was not someone who, for the sake of being cool, would willingly destroy things.

If there's a window or door to use, she definitely would leave through them without causing any harm.

Jack watched the scene before him, a touch of envy flashed in his heart.

Well, having a Noble Phantasm is indeed good.

...

Battersea, room 302 of the Warm Inn.

Li Cheng was eating a hamburger, a high-calorie food requiring good teeth, which he hadn't tried since he turned thirty and started health-conscious eating.

Having regained his youth, he didn't mind indulging in such high-energy foods.

Suddenly, a large amount of purple mist emerged from the books on the bedside table, differing from previous obscurities, this time the figure was clear.

White hair reaching his shoulders, his face appeared particularly heroic with not a trace of age; he was clad in silver-white armor, a long sword at his waist.

"What's wrong?"

Li Cheng set down the half-eaten hamburger.

Siegfried said with a serious face: "There's something wrong, the air is filled with an ominous atmosphere; it seems like the clever ones you mentioned haven't chosen to contact you."

"What?!"

Li Cheng's expression darkened.

The opponent is unwilling to cooperate with him, intending to use him as bait?

Foolish!

Or did his identity once again make the opponent directly choose to deny?

He felt the latter possibility was large.

Delving into business outside, Li Cheng could sense the limits of his status as a foreigner.

Different hair and skin color destined him to be unable to merge into the circles of white people.

"Those damned white pigs!"

Li Cheng ground his teeth in anger, abandoning the hamburger, and said: "Let's go quickly, once they act, three Treasure Users will surely attack together."

Siegfried did not listen to him, merely glanced outside, showing an eager expression, saying: "It's too late to leave now, only fighting offers a chance to survive."

"Then what about my safety?"

Li Cheng looked anxious; he had only regained his youth without any power.

The opponent's three Treasure Users would definitely prioritize killing him.

Siegfried glanced at him, and the Nibelungenlied copy on the table landed in Li Cheng's hands, "Hold this.

Then my life and yours will be linked; as long as I'm alive, you won't die."

"You must be careful not to expose your identity."

Li Cheng admonished, knowing very well what the weakness was of this dragon-slaying hero bathed in dragon blood.

According to the story, he died due to that weakness.

"Relax."

Siegfried responded, drawing the Holy Sword Balmung.

The silver-white blade shimmered like fluctuating waves, presenting strands of azure blue light.

At that moment, pedestrians on Battersea street suddenly vanished.

In the rear seat of the BMW, Li Quangui discovered the driver was gone, immediately realizing his side was exposed.

The Purple Ying Sword flew from behind, landing in his palm.

Li Quangui's eyes were cold; he must kill that old thief!