Chapter 6 Chapter Four

In the study room of a manor in Kyoto, Japan, an old man sat in a wheelchair and looked out the window ecstatically.Outside the window is a mountain, empty and desolate.Today's weather is a bit gloomy, as if the sky has been dropped by dark clouds and pressed down on the mountain, even the air is heavy, and it makes people feel stuffy to breathe, and the vegetation on the mountain is motionless, obediently silent. "Is everything going well?" The old man sat motionless, and after a long while, he spoke a few words in a low voice. A capable middle-aged man in his forties next to the old man bowed and replied, "Fortunately, according to our plan, it's not bad so far."

"Hmm..." The old man closed his eyes in satisfaction, his face was calm, and he nodded slightly.But his hand was tightly grasping the armrest of the wheelchair, and the veins in his hand jumped up.After a while, he said slowly: "Call them, don't delay." "Yes, sir." The middle-aged man was about to turn around and go out when he heard the old man coughing violently. He turned around in panic, leaned over in front of the old man, his eyes were moist, and begged excitedly, "Sir, let's treat it first." !" "It's not in the way, it's not in the way." The old man smiled, waved his hand lightly, and said, "Give me an injection later, I have to get them here."

"gentlemen……"