Mysterious Revival-Chapter 682 - 649

At nine in the morning, Yang Jian boarded a private jet flying directly to Kobe City in Japan.

There weren't many people on the plane, only a few staff members including Wang Xin, so the journey was relatively tedious, but at least this flight didn't experience any unexpected incidents like the last one.

"I really want to know what would happen if I missed the deadline for the deal with the Ghost Cabinet and I didn't show up by its side?" Yang Jian's gaze flickered as he pondered a very important matter.

At the same time, he was also very curious about the item possessed by the Door Knocking Ghost.

An old man from the Republic of China Period, resurrected as a fierce ghost after death, what important clue had he left behind for future generations?

Following this clue, Yang Jian felt he could unearth an incredible truth.

"Team Leader, everything is ready on the other side, and here are the three lists for this cooperative action," continued the work of Wang Xin's group aboard the plane.

They had arranged manpower and made preparations, just waiting for Yang Jian to go and handle the matter.

Yang Jian saw everything and didn't say much.

Although he had a poor impression of Wang Xin and the others in certain regards, they deserved praise for their work; at the very least, they were much better than those who gave remote commands.

It was just unfortunate that they still had an S-class supernatural event unresolved, which put them in a precarious situation. Luckily, that supernatural event wasn't mobile, otherwise, that small area would probably be gone by now.

The reason they were paying so much attention to the Ghost Door Knocker case now was partly because there was no immediate way to deal with it, and partly because the Ghost Door Knocker was mobile.

The ghost roamed everywhere.

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Like an elderly man in the countryside who, when bored, liked to go from house to house; the person targeted by him could only lament their misfortune.

The private jet was faster than expected.

In just over two hours, the plane had already reached its destination, and it didn't feel like traveling abroad at all but more like catching a bus to the county town in the past.

"The organization of this private jet is quite good, very efficient," said Yang Jian as he disembarked the plane and glanced outside.

This was an airport, but according to his location information, it was very close to Kobe City.

If Mister Yang likes, we can send a new jet for your personal use after this," Wang Xin said with a flattering smile.

A lot of money had been spent; how could they skimp on such a small matter?

Yang Jian said, "No need, you make it sound as if I'm here to extort stuff from you. I will naturally fulfill my promise since we have agreed on a price. It's still important to have the spirit of a contract. However, Team Leader Wang Xin, since you have chosen the name 'Xin' which implies trustworthiness, where is the item I asked for?"

He was referring to half of the deposit.

Whether this affair succeeded or not, this was non-refundable.

"The items are ready. At this time, twenty-five tons of supplies are en route to your company, and the other three pieces of Ghost Porcelain have also been properly prepared. This way please, Mister Yang Jian," Wang Xin gestured with his hand.

Yang Jian nodded.

The welcoming party members were numerous, all men dressed in black suits. Seeing Yang Jian approach, they all bent over in unison to bow deeply, offering a high level of courtesy as if the person descending from the plane wasn't a twenty-year-old young man but rather a head of state.

Whether this was a show or flattery, at least the right attitude was displayed.

Yang Jian thought that if Cao Yanhua had taken such care with those ghost-controlling Exorcism Club members, there wouldn't have been the issues with social media like WeChat Moments or paranormal forums. He had clearly felt a conflicting attitude from headquarters during his time as the leader. On one hand, they valued talent, but on the other hand, they were wary and tried to maintain a so-called balance for fear of chaos from the ghost-controlling practitioners.

Of course, good intentions aside, most practitioners were not foolish, which naturally led some to be unwilling to take on the responsibility of leadership.

Later, Cao Yanhua realizing this, initiated a Team Leader plan, no longer engaging in a balance of power games, and instead gave full authority to team leaders to manage their own areas.

This could be considered a case of mending the fold after the sheep have escaped, but Yang Jian didn't know if it was too late.

Wang Xin led Yang Jian into the airport terminal.

The place had been emptied well in advance, with no passengers or flights, leaving just a vast space that served as a temporary conference room.

"Mister Yang, welcome. Hehe, I am the president of the Exorcism Club, Mishima. I'll be depending on you for today's matters," a middle-aged man wearing a suit with a balding head, with a smiling face, walked up. He was slightly bent over and outstretched his hands, eagerly shaking Yang Jian's hand.

Yang Jian was somewhat surprised; he hadn't expected to be received personally by the president.

"Mister Yang, this way please. We held a small welcome party for your arrival. The affair is urgent, so it may seem somewhat modest. I hope you don't mind," Mishima invited Yang Jian to the welcome party with great enthusiasm.

"In that case, I won't hold back," Yang Jian responded without refusal, nodding his head.

Although it was referred to as a welcome party, Yang Jian guessed that there might still be some details to be arranged on their side, otherwise they wouldn't be dragging it out.

Mishima led everyone to a fast-food restaurant in the airport.

The place had been cleared out, leaving a spacious room with a large table in the center, cobbled together from smaller wooden tables, lined with all kinds of Japanese delicacies such as lobster sashimi, Kobe beef, sushi, tempura... And, of course, there were several accompanying ladies, wearing traditional Japanese attire, kneeling beside the table, each with a sweet appearance and a smile.

"Please," Mishima said with a smile.

Yang Jian walked in unceremoniously, placed his carry-on bag beside him, and then sat down. Instantly, a mature beauty on his left leaned in with a sweet smile to pour him a drink.

"The hefty fee for summoning me here couldn't have been for something as simple as dining and drinking, could it? How much longer will your preparations take? I'm not fond of delays," he said, face calm.

"I'm ashamed to have caused Mister Yang amusement. The truth is, having not anticipated the honor of receiving Mister Yang's personal assistance, I admit to being quite flattered and, in my hasty preparations, there were unavoidably some oversights. I hope Mister Yang can forgive this. Please accept this drink as a modest expression of my apology," said Mishima, lifting his sake cup and draining it in one go.

Though Yang Jian did keep an eye on the time, his face betrayed no emotion. He spoke, "No need for formalities. We're all here with our own interests in mind. You need me to resolve this Door Knocking Ghost incident and mitigate the present situation, while I require certain resources. Strictly speaking, this is merely a business transaction."

"You're being too modest, Mister Yang. It is our privilege to obtain assistance from someone like you. After all, to this day, Mister Yang is the only man with a record of resolving an S-grade supernatural event, the world's top ghost manipulator. If it weren't for the urgency of the matter, I'd genuinely like to arrange for you to enjoy a good tour around here. Such an account would surely make for a fine tale in the future," Mishima said with a smile.

His words were respectful and flattering.

Feigned or not, they were at least pleasant to hear.

"Please, this is our very famous sake, which I trust won't disappoint Mister Yang," he said enthusiastically afterward.

The mature yet sweet woman beside him smiled, lifting a sake cup from the table.

Yang Jian waved his hand, "I don't drink. Mister Mishima wouldn't want me to get drunk and embarrass myself here, would he?"

"My apologies, that was inconsiderate of me," said Mishima quickly, followed by, "Then, Mister Yang must try our sashimi and Kobe beef."

Yang Jian simply glanced at the lobster, still wriggling its antennae, and immediately, the woman accompanying him quickly picked up a piece and passed it to him.

He didn't decline but ate it instead, finding it indeed fresh and delicious.

Mishima laughed and continued to recommend other dishes to Yang Jian.

A moment later, Wang Xin, who had appeared at the door earlier, came into view. Mishima glanced over and then said with a smile, "For this operation, to facilitate communication, we've specially appointed an interpreter for Mister Yang. I hope she will be to Mister Yang's liking."

With that, he gestured.

Soon enough, a young and beautiful girl with short hair came in cautiously. She wore a sailor outfit, resembling a high school student, but the skirt was short, revealing a pair of fair legs. Despite her petite and slender figure, she possessed an illogically ample bust.

In her innocence and sweetness, there was a hint of maturity.

Fortunately for Zhang Wei, he wasn't present, because had he seen such a beauty, he certainly wouldn't have hesitated to kneel and snap photos with his phone.

"Her name is Keiko; she's a student from the foreign language department of a university and is currently interning with our Exorcism Club's translation team. She's a very capable employee," explained Mishima.

"President," said Keiko.

"Mister Yang," she added.

Keiko bowed with some restraint.

Mishima said with a smile, "Keiko, from today on, you will stay by Mister Yang's side, assist with his work and look after his daily life."

"Yes, President," Keiko responded.

Yang Jian saw this and understood the subtext behind President Mishima's actions. While translation assistance was one aspect, the introduction of this beautiful woman also served as public relations and, more so, may have had the intent of keeping an eye on him. Otherwise, why would such an attractive woman be assigned to him, especially since Mishima had said her duties included caring for his daily life—revealing quite a bit of information.

Yet, he was not surprised by this.

With his status and position, money, power, and women were all too easy to come by. Even without asking, they would still be offered to him.

Hadn't Li Yao from his circle of friends tried to influence him as well?

Unfortunately for her, Li Yao harbored malicious intentions, plotting with others to kill him. Otherwise, Yang Jian wouldn't have dealt with her in the end, as he tended to show a certain level of tolerance towards non-threatening individuals.

"Mister Yang, I look forward to your guidance in the future," said Keiko, kneeling beside him with a slight smile.

She knew that from today onward, her fate was tied to this stranger of a man. If she couldn't earn his approval, she would probably end up dying tragically...

"Keiko, do your best, you can do it," Keiko encouraged herself internally.

Stealing glances at Yang Jian, Keiko thought he was tall, aloof, and handsome—not at all like the bizarre and terrifying figures she had imagined—at least he was someone she could feel relatively comfortable with.

"A normal person getting involved in something like this is quite likely to die easily. If such an adorable girl turns into a corpse in a few hours, President Mishima would suffer a great loss," Yang Jian said, glancing at Mishima and then taking a bite of the fried fish, which they called Tempura.

"No, no, no, Mister Yang is mistaken. From now on, Keiko is your person. If Keiko dies, then it's your loss, Mister Yang. But I believe with Mister Yang's capabilities, you should be able to take good care of Keiko. After all, she is a very obedient girl," said Mishima.

Yang Jian's expression shifted slightly. This president sure had his own methods; Keiko's presence was both an overture and a probe, as well as a test for him.

A beautiful and adorable girl could indeed reveal much.

"Had I known, I would have been more cautious when speaking to Wang Xin yesterday. I shouldn't have said that I have a fondness for cute girls from their country. Now they've targeted my weakness and pushed this person onto me," Yang Jian thought to himself.

"This mission depends on your luck," said Yang Jian, glancing at Keiko with a cool expression.

He wouldn't go out of his way to kill this Keiko, nor would he risk himself to save her. What the supernatural event might bring was uncertain and whether an ordinary person without the protection of a ghost manipulator could survive was unknown to anyone.