northernbook Chapter 518: 515: Sugar-Coated Cannonball
Chapter 518: 515: Sugar-Coated Cannonball
Chapter 518: Chapter 515: Sugar-Coated Cannonball
In the middle school geography atlas, there was a satellite map that Bi Fang remembered very clearly. Although he couldn’t recall which volume it was or the specific content, the sprinkling of lights across it was still vivid in his memory.
It depicted the night around the world, with lights forming glimmering spiderwebs in the darkness.
Many bright spots dotted the spiderweb; each one was a massive human city, some bright, some dim.
And in Asia, Tokyo was surrounded by a dazzling white glow. The entire Tokyo Bay at night resembled a giant candle burning fiercely, spreading along the entire coastline.
This is one of the world’s four super cities, Japan’s Tokyo, a colossal maze with a population of over thirteen million.
The entire Tokyo metropolitan area even boasts a population exceeding thirty-seven million people, more than a quarter of Japan’s entire population—the world’s record.
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Bi Fang took a deep breath and headed towards the interior of the airport.
The smooth road collected shallow puddles, with warm purple neon light reflecting off them, trembling slightly as cars drove by.
Gang Tianwu had been waiting in the lobby for the arrival of the flight, and finally, at the entrance, Nobita Nobi spotted a man in a black suit—Bi Fang. Both were surprised to see each other dressed so differently from their usual attire, almost missing each other entirely.
Gang Tianwu immediately approached Bi Fang to shake hands, introduced himself, and then said, “Mr. Bi, it’s our honor to have you join the Hunting Season in Tokyo, Japan.”
Before coming, Bi Fang had re
As for the other hunters, they didn’t receive such treatment at all—getting their airfare reimbursed at best. Hotel arrangements? Wishful thinking. They could stay wherever they liked, even in a tent in the forest, as nobody would care. But anyone who dared to be late would have their hunting permit canceled on the spot!
One wonders what Mugalen’s reaction would be upon seeing such a contrast once he arrived.
Nobita Nobi opened the car door, loaded the luggage, and drove Bi Fang towards the Imperial Hotel.
After exchanging pleasantries with Gang Tianwu, Bi Fang, led by Nobita Nobi, arrived at the presidential suite. The generosity of Japan amazed him when he saw the inside of the room.
It was embarrassing to say, but he wasn’t one for luxuries and had never stayed in such an opulent hotel suite before. When he saw the beautiful attendants uniformed along the corridors, the prepared tea in the room, and the heated bathrobe, he instantly felt the decadence of capitalism.
Fallen, so fallen!
Gang Tianwu, you villain, with your strong features and warm welcome, are you trying to undermine my will and body through such means, making me forget my true purpose?
Ah!?
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Do you think I’m someone who falls from grace that easily?
“Ah, this is so relaxing.”
Bi Fang, with a face slightly flushed with righteousness, lay in a bathtub large enough for three, looking out at the busiest metropolis in all of Asia through the one-way glass.
The pitter-patter of light rain on the glass morphed into delicate streams, shrouding the entire city in a mist, with the colorful lights flickering.
Indeed, from June to October is Japan’s typhoon season.
Japan is characterized by its subtropical monsoon climate and temperate monsoon climate, with the common feature being the influence of the southeast monsoon, leading to high temperatures and heavy rainfall in the summer, and even the possibility of encountering the rainy season.
The rainy season is a unique climatic phenomenon in East Asia, found only along the banks of the middle and lower reaches of the Yangtze River in Huaxia, in areas between 29 and 33 degrees north latitude, as well as in the southeastern part of Japan and the southernmost part of the Korean Peninsula. Other regions at the same latitude around the world do not experience rainy seasons.
It’s hard for those who haven’t lived in Jiangnan to understand what it’s like when a rain can last for an entire month: stuffy and hot, staying at home, one can almost feel their body starting to mold.
Choosing to visit this city in July, you’re most likely to encounter rainy weather.
Bi Fang stretched and climbed out of the bathtub, his travel fatigue vanishing into thin air.
He hadn’t been corrupted by capital; it’s just that the other party had spent money, sending sugar-coated shells his way. Bi Fang, with his immense self-control, of course would eat the candy coating and send the shells right back—no waste allowed.
He took out the late-night snack menu that had just been delivered, ordered a few items simply, feeling that only after eating and drinking his fill could he carry on with the upcoming activities.
Hunting season starts on the twelfth of July, and today’s the eighth, four more days to go.
Richard, Jerret, and others will arrive in Japan again on the tenth of July.
Staggering their arrival times was also done to better conceal their connection.
Richard and his group were probably already on Taiji Town’s blacklist; it wouldn’t be convenient for them to appear together. After all, given Bi Fang’s past actions, if the two were to appear at the same time, suspicion would easily be aroused.
On the twelfth, the hunters will choose their preferred hunting spots in the Honshu Volcanic Belt. At that time, Bi Fang will choose to be in the vicinity of Taiji Town, adding the two together, the degree of suspicion would reach its peak.
So Bi Fang chose to come to Tokyo, Japan two days early.
July ninth, eight o’clock in the morning, the final list for the hunting season was published, including five Ghost Hunters: Sato, Tanaka, Okuyama, Fujiwara, and Takahashi, with an average age of forty-one.
Bi Fang, without a doubt, was also on the list. Scrolling down, when he saw that familiar name, he laughed.
Mugalen was selected too.
As the most outstanding, and the final champion of the Wilderness Survivalist show, the Hunter Mugalen had long earned a certain degree of fame, and his selection was unquestionable.
Scrolling further, the next twenty-eight people were not familiar faces to Bi Fang: they were all strangers, all Professional Hunters, from all over the world, but even the youngest was a full seven years older than Bi Fang, aged thirty-two.
Bi Fang’s youthful face stood out among them, yet it was impossible for anyone to overlook.
In the minds of the other hunters, the twenty-five-year-old Legendary Adventurer who was proficient in multiple languages, dabbling in mathematics, geography, biology, chemistry, physics, and history, with no small accomplishments in these fields, powerful background, and extremely high physical fitness, Bi Fang was just a damn BUG!
Against the heavens!
If you were forty-five, that would still be understandable, but twenty-five?
Havewe all been living our lives in vain?
Since Richard and his team won’t arrive until tomorrow, Bi Fang still had plenty of time today. The Imperial Hotel where he stayed had an excellent location, very close to the renowned shopping district Ginza.
It was convenient to tour Asakusa, Akihabara, and Tokyo Disneyland. Thus, Bi Fang had Nobita Nobi take him on a tour of Tokyo.
Although he had missed May and June, the two best months to visit Japan, the streets were still teeming with foreigners. Some young girls even recognized Bi Fang and approached him for a photo, to which he graciously agreed.
A handsome Asian face coupled with fluent Japanese made it hard to tell he was a foreigner.
When they arrived in Akihabara, Bi Fang talked about everything from culture to tourism, from festivals to cuisine, all the way to various customs, and then seemed to casually ask, “By the way, Nobita, do you guys like eating dolphin meat?”
“Dolphin meat?” Nobita Nobi was taken aback, chuckling, “Who would eat that? It’s poisonous, you know.”
“Then why have I heard that you guys kill tens of thousands of dolphins every year?”
“Impossible, we Japanese have never slaughtered dolphins—those are nothing but lies made up by the media!”
Nobita Nobi’s voice grew louder, seemingly agitated by the fact that even an Adventurer like Bi Fang would believe reports from unscrupulous media.
Bi Fang was thoughtful.
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