I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property-Chapter 431 429: Are there any... late-night activities?

"What a tough nut, your face is so thick that, even after rubbing it for ages, I couldn't get a single mark on it!" Zhang Menglong gasped for breath, collapsed on the ground. It's no wonder he's a Sky Ninja—his physical resilience is indeed exceptional!

"Zhang Menglong, if you have the guts, kill me. What kind of humiliation is this?" Okada Kazuo glared at Zhang Menglong with eyes full of hate. Under the control of Zhang Menglong's "Alter Heaven God" technique, he had long lost control over his body, almost truly in a state where he could neither live nor die as he wished.

"You people always talk about fighting and killing. Now we're supposed to be building a harmonious society; how can we kill people? Besides, killing is illegal, and I am a law-abiding, honorable Party member," Zhang Menglong said, "I won't kill you. I just want to humiliate you. Are you mad, huh? Are you?"

"You... you..."

"Are a total stud?"

"Pffft!" Unable to contain his anger, Okada Kazuo finally spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

"Hahaha, I just love the look on your face when you're so annoyed by me but can't do anything about it!" Zhang Menglong continued to mock.

"So mean!" Ye Yin clenched her fists, "I want to hit him now..."

"You, come here!" Zhang Menglong looked over at Kaibong who had curled up into a ball not far away, "You keep scrubbing his back!"

"Me?" Kaibong didn't dare! Although he was a high-ranking official in the Cabinet, his status was nowhere near that of Okada Kazuo's. If Zhang Menglong didn't finish off Okada Kazuo today, he would certainly have his head twisted off by Okada Kazuo.

"Stop looking, it's you!" Zhang Menglong tossed the steel wool pad into his hands, "If you don't scrub him, then I'll scrub you!"

"I..." Kaibong glanced at Zhang Menglong, then at Okada Kazuo. If he really got scrubbed by Zhang Menglong, even if it wasn't fatal, he'd still lose a layer of skin!

"Mr. Nin Emperor, I'm so sorry..." With a bitten lip, Kaibong took the steel wool pad and began to scrub Okada Kazuo.

"Ye Yin, let them go!"

"Yes!"

The ice encapsulating the ninjas melted away, but they dared not make a move. Even the Nin Emperor was being kept in check; what could they possibly do? They could even put their Nin Emperor in danger.

"Form a line here!" Zhang Menglong ordered, "Groups of three, give him a back scrubbing!"

Zhang Menglong rummaged through his bag and pulled out several more steel wool pads.

Ye Yin's eyes widened in disbelief. Why on earth was Zhang Menglong carrying so many steel wool pads? He knew nothing and dared not ask anything!

"What are you waiting for?" Zhang Menglong saw them unmoved, "If you don't come scrub, I'll take your Nin Emperor to film a romance action movie tomorrow! And each of you will have to participate as juice boys!"

"That's too cruel, downright dirty and shameless!" Ye Yin turned his head away; the scene was too beautiful to bear.

"I'll count to ten!"

"Ten!"

"Seven!"

"Two!"

Did your math teacher major in Physical Education or what? Is this your idea of counting to ten?

The Dark Ninjas immediately buzzed to the front and formed a well-ordered line.

"Lord Nin Emperor, we're sorry, but it's for your honor. Choose between a back scrubbing and movie casting!" The ninjas all revealed helpless expressions.

The Nin Emperor closed his eyes, his head tilted up at a forty-five-degree angle, not letting the tears from the corners of his eyes fall...

Many of these ninjas were of a high realm, and they scrubbed with far more strength than the feeble Kaibong.

"Ah!"

"Hiss!"

"Zhang Menglong!"

...

An hour later, the Nin Emperor's body was bright red, nearly all his capillaries broken, and the several steel wool pads were stained red with his blood.

"Where's your Caoji Sword?" Zhang Menglong asked.

The Nin Emperor remained silent.

"Oh, here it is!" Zhang Menglong spotted the samurai sword lying to the side and casually picked it up.

"Oh, it turns out to be a Tang Sword. Looks like it's from the craftsmanship of our ancient ancestors," Zhang Menglong weighed the sword in his hand, indeed a Level Four martial artifact. Although its shape was different, its craftsmanship was almost identical to that of Huaxia's ten Divine Swords; probably also a masterpiece of his ancestors.

"Look at you. All I did was ask to borrow a knife to cut some meat, and you had to escalate it to this 'irreconcilable' extent. If you'd just lent it to me, wouldn't all of this trouble be avoided? Why get a thrashing?" Zhang Menglong put his hand on Ye Yin's shoulder.

"Let's go, my lamb chops are probably cold by now, I'll have to reheat them. No need to see me out; I hope I don't have to come to such a lousy place again, and hopefully, you won't give me another reason to," Zhang Menglong sneered, "If there's a next time, this base will probably cease to exist!"

Destroying Kaibong's Dark Ninja headquarters, not even the world's second-most powerful organization dared to make such a claim. But Zhang Menglong did. Destroying a mere base was not so different from smashing a pigsty to him.

"Busy with my studies, goodbye!"

Zhang Menglong and Ye Yin disappeared from the spot just as they had arrived.

...

"Nin Emperor!" As soon as Zhang Menglong left, all the ninjas crowded around.

"We beg the Nin Emperor to forgive our sins. We did it for the Nin Emperor's chastity!"

"Yes, Nin Emperor, our loyalty to you remains unchanged through the ages."

"Nin Emperor, just say the word, and we'll go find Zhang Menglong right now!"

"Find him? Find your own heads," the Nin Emperor cursed loudly, "Loyalty? I saw how happily you messed up just now!"

"Was that you just now? Chanting slogans in a one-two fashion, weren't you?"

"And you, where are you rubbing? Don't you know that the backside is the most vulnerable?"

...

"Zhang Menglong, one day, I'll make you pay a painful price!"

...

"Achoo!" Just after getting back home, Zhang Menglong sneezed loudly, "Man, I could catch a cold with this body of mine? It must be that son of a turtle cursing behind my back!"

"Ye Yin, go back and slap him twice!"

"Yes, Mr. Zhang!"

...

"You... how come you're back? Didn't you already take the Caoji Sword?" As soon as they saw Ye Yin appear, everyone was once again enveloped with fear.

"To insult Mr. Zhang behind his back deserves a slap!"

"I... I didn't!"

"That's why you deserve a slap!"

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"Ah!"

"Ah!"

...

"Where have you been?" Zhang Menglong's roommates were lounging on the sofa, picking their teeth.

"Went to get a sword," Zhang Menglong lifted the Caoji Sword in his hand, "Are you guys reincarnated starving ghosts? You've finished eating already?"

"Hey, don't worry, we ordered another portion for you!"

"That's more like it!" Zhang Menglong nodded in satisfaction.

"Is this the national treasure of Kaibong, the Caoji Sword?"

"I thought it was a sword. Turns out it's just a samurai sword, huh?"

"Idiot, this is clearly a Tang Sword. Is this thing fast?"

"We'll just cut and see later!"

"Here it comes, here it comes, the second whole roasted sheep is here!"

"Man, it really is sharp, cuts through iron like mud!"

"We'll slice some salmon with it tomorrow to see!"

...

After another round of gorging themselves, Zhang Menglong and his friends, full and satisfied, lay on the sofa belching.

"Mr. Zhang, if there's nothing else, I'll head down first. We have plans to travel tomorrow, so you should rest early," Noki Kimura thought, wanting to get away from this crazy place as fast as he could, hoping after all this they would finally rest.

"Rest? I'll rest my ass! If the moon doesn't sleep, neither do I!"

"Are you the bald baby?"

"Scram!" Zhang Menglong cursed at Xu Li, "It's only this time and you're already resting. Don't they have nightlife in Kaibong?"

"Mr. Zhang, are you thinking..."

"I just want to ask if there are any of those... late-night activities!"