Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
The shadow rushing to pick up money at the front line angered Kaede Hattori to the point that his chest hurt as he bellowed, “Yamada (Zhao Yao was still impersonating him)! Come back here right now!”
Zhao Yao stood up immediately and said as if he was staring down death, “Inspector, let me be the only one to pick up all this money. That way, she will only create one spirit. I shall sacrifice myself!”
Kaede Hattori was stunned by his words. He understood his intentions and so shouted out again, “Police officers! Do not waste this opportunity that Mr. Yamada sacrificed to give us, charge ahead! Catch Momo and wipe out the Spirit Army!”
The Special Higher Police force charged forward with all their might, while Zhao Yao hunched over and focused on picking up all the money.
As Zhao Yao picked up the money he thought to himself, “D*mn these Japanese people, they’re really good at fighting. They even have a Throwing Money skill.” As he spoke, his hands worked even faster to pick up the money.
Momo meowed in rage. The ten spirits beside her each took out a big box of money and opened it up, revealing rows of neatly bundled Japanese cash.
Two large screens surrounding them instantly lit up, portraying in clear detail the amount of money in each box. This was a ploy carefully devised by Momo.
The ten open boxes captured everyone’s attention. It was as if they radiated rays of golden light.
Momo meowed and the spirit beside her translated her screams, “Look here carefully. There is a total of five billion yen which we will throw very soon. It will belong to whoever picks it up.”
Everyone’s breath quickened and Zhao Yao’s eyes became wider. His eyes glinted with greed as he stared intensely at the ten boxes.
The very idea that five billion yen was about to be thrown at them was incredible.
Despite knowing that once they picked up the money, they would be turned into spirit soldiers, the sight of the ten boxes tempted them. Five billion in cash was something which all the police officers of the Special Higher Police had never seen in their whole lives.
Only picking up a fraction of the money in front of them would be enough for them to live comfortably for the rest of their lives. Even if they wiped out the whole Spirit Army, their reward would never come close to five billion yen.
In the face of such temptation, few could resist.
It wasn’t just the police officers, even Kaede Hattori was tempted by the huge sum before him. He recovered from this quickly and bellowed, “Everyone, calm down! Whoever picks up the money now will be fired immediately! Even if you pick up the money, it will not be yours once this is over!”
Kaede Hattori’s words had little effect on the now greedy-eyed police officers, who eyed the boxes of money with frenzy. Each of them held onto the belief that there could be no law if everyone broke the rules and how a little goes a long way. It would not be a problem as long as they hid the money well, et cetera.
Momo snickered, narrowing her eyes into thin slits as she meowed.
One of the spirits translated and shouted, “There’s no use, Kaede Hattori. No one can withstand the temptation of money. This battle will be your end for sure.”
“Everyone quiet down!” Zhao Yao stood up and shouted, “Everyone listen to me. This money is all mine! Don’t be deceived.”
Everyone rolled their eyes at him, even Kaede Hattori. He might as well have said that all the banks in Japan belonged to him.
“Look at the money if you don’t believe me! My face is printed on all the bills.”
At first, no one believed him, but very soon someone shouted out, “Eh, quick, look at this guys! Yamada’s face is really printed on these notes.”
On the huge screens, every 10 000 yen note had Yamada’s face printed on it. Everyone was baffled.
“So it’s fake money.”
“Chey, I was excited for nothing.”
The big screens that were designed to tempt people now clearly showed Yamada’s face printed on every note, immediately upsetting the situation.
This, of course, was because Zhao Yao used his power of illusion.
Momo frowned and glanced at the money in the boxes. The notes were perfectly fine. She couldn’t see any with Yamada’s face printed on them.
Momo’s eyes glinted sharply, “Hmph, did someone manipulate the images on the screen?” She smiled bitterly, “Throw them the money. I don’t believe that they won’t pick it up.”
The ten boxes of money were flipped out and five billion yen flew down from the sky. It was snowing money all around the Special Higher Police.
The police officers did not care about the money at all. They had deemed it to be fake and charged forward to strike at Kaede Hattori’s command.
Only Zhao Yao snuck around picking up the money, collecting huge amounts of cash in his extradimensional belly.
Momo was burning with rage at the sight before her. “These Special Higher Police officers, are they all idiots? They don’t even want money?”
With the Special Higher Police charging towards them, she had no choice but to command, “Attack! Chase them back to where they came from!”
Thousands of spirits howled in unison. Both sides collided viciously with each other. All sorts of bullets, fire, force fields and invisible power waves flew all over the place as chaos ensued.
Zhao Yao happily collected the money strewn all over the ground. When he saw the chaotic fighting going on, he froze time for a bit and collected it all in a flash.
“Hahahaha, five billion yen. If I convert to RMB, it should be around 200-300 million RMB. Japanese people are so generous in their fights.” Looking at the fight before him, Zhao Yao thought to himself, “No, at this rate, won’t the Spirit Army lose? No matter what, I took five billion yen from them. I should make them a little happy at least.”
He activated his invisibility powers to walk to the back of the Spirit Army and reach Momo unnoticed. Using the power of illusion, he found Momo’s number very quickly and sent a message to her.
“I am one of the Special Higher Police officers. Give me 100 million and I will give you the bank accounts of everyone in the Special Higher Police.”
Momo paused for a moment, vaguely suspecting something. Faced with the Spirit Army’s impending loss, she hesitated.
Zhao Yao sent another message that said, “I can give you one to begin with.”
Momo’s eyes widened, “Send it over.”
Zhao Yao used his power of illusion while holding Momo’s real phone in his hand. The phone in Momo’s hand was an illusion created by Zhao Yao.
Zhao Yao watched as Momo used the fake phone and synchronized her actions with his on the real phone so that the transaction went smoothly.
Sadly, Momo had already withdrawn a lot of the money in this account. She had left only around 300 million yen, which Zhao Yao transferred out all at once.
Momo managed to break out of the illusion. When she regained her senses, she realized that all the money in her account was missing.
Her face broke with rage. She started texting madly, “You stole all my money? Who on earth are you?”
“I am Lei Feng, a rich man’s porter.”
