Chapter 97
Using the Imperial Seal as a Brick
Clang!
The sound of the black gold ancient sword being sheathed was crisp, like a sharp shout, instantly severing the extremely tense atmosphere.
Jiang Han's wicked smile deepened.
He didn't answer Li Zhenhua's question. Instead, in front of hundreds of automatic rifles, he slowly reached into the bulging backpack.
Everyone's heart was in their throat at that moment.
What's in that backpack?
Is it a biological weapon?
Or could it detonate the bomb here?
"take it easy."
Jiang Han's voice was languid, with a hint of hoarseness, as if he had just crawled back from hell.
"Here's a little gift for you."
Splash!
A slender hand was pulled out of the backpack.
What he was holding was neither a bomb nor a weapon.
Instead, it was a cube casually wrapped in a tattered yellow cloth.
Jiang Han didn't even look at it, and flicked his wrist.
call--!
The cube was like a worthless brick, arcing through the air in an arc before hurtling straight toward Li Zhenhua’s head!
"General, be careful!"
The guards nearby were terrified and instinctively tried to rush forward to block them.
If that's a bomb, the general is finished!
"Don't move!"
Li Zhenhua shouted and shoved the guard aside.
His cloudy yet sharp old eyes were fixed on the flying object.
As the head of Bureau 749, his intuition told him that a powerhouse of Jiang Han's caliber would disdain using such underhanded methods to launch a sneak attack.
Snapped!
A muffled thud.
Li Zhenhua steadily caught the heavy package with both hands.
His expression changed the moment he got his hands on it.
So heavy!
This weight is definitely not from an ordinary stone!
Moreover, even through that tattered cloth, he could feel a warm yet domineering heat flowing from his palm straight to the top of his head!
That feeling...
It's as if you're holding not an inanimate object, but a living, breathing dragon!
Li Zhenhua's hands began to tremble.
He swallowed hard, his fingers stiffly lifting a corner of the yellow cloth.
hiss--!
A warm white light burst open instantly in the sunlight.
It wasn't a blinding light, but rather an overwhelming sense of majesty.
Even if it's just the tip of the iceberg, even if it's just the piece of gold-inlaid jade with a missing piece.
Li Zhenhua's knees buckled slightly.
"This...this is..."
His voice was trembling, as if someone was choking him.
Several sharp-eyed senior experts gathered around, and after just one glance, they let out a scream like a pig being slaughtered.
"By the mandate of Heaven! May your reign be long and prosperous?!"
"My God! It's that piece! It really is that piece!"
"The Imperial Seal of the State! It's the seal of the First Emperor!"
"He's insane! He actually threw this national treasure like a brick?!"
The scene instantly erupted in chaos.
The soldiers, who had been so menacing, now stared wide-eyed at the thing in their general's arms, almost dropping their guns.
If this thing breaks, killing them all wouldn't be enough to compensate for it!
Jiang Han picked at his ear, looking impatient.
"It's so noisy."
"It's just a broken rock, is it really that big of a deal?"
"This thing is only good for suppressing that long snake down there, but it's just for decoration when brought up here."
A broken stone?
Decoration?
A group of senior experts were so angry that they trembled and almost suffered a brain hemorrhage on the spot.
This is the symbol of imperial power in China for thousands of years! It is the carrier of the nation's destiny!
In this madman's mouth, it actually became a broken stone?
Li Zhenhua took a deep breath.
He slammed the yellow cloth shut, clutching the imperial seal tightly with both hands as if it were his own life.
He looked up, his eyes filled with an extremely complex expression.
There was shock, there was ecstasy, but above all, there was a deep sense of awe.
Who exactly is this young man?
He went down the well alone.
Stepping on a real dragon.
Now, they've casually tossed the Imperial Seal, a symbol of supreme power, back to the country like trash.
Does he really have no desire for worldly power, money, or fame whatsoever?
"Comrade Jiang Han."
Li Zhenhua's voice became extremely solemn, even trembling slightly.
He no longer put on airs like a general.
Instead, in full view of everyone, he held the imperial seal with his legs together.
Snapped!
A perfect military salute!
"On behalf of the nation, on behalf of Bureau 749, on behalf of millions of Chinese compatriots..."
"Thank you!"
"The foul language and insults directed at you online before, the comments questioning whether you were a fraudster or a special effects streamer..."
A ruthless killing intent flashed in Li Zhenhua's eyes.
"That was our dereliction of duty!"
"Don't worry! No matter who's involved, no matter what kind of capital is behind them!"
"I will give you a satisfactory explanation within three days! Even if it means turning the entire internet upside down, I will make those trolls pay the price!"
Jiang Han pursed his lips.
He pulled a box of cigarettes, wrinkled and soaked in water, from his pocket, intending to light one, only to find that his lighter was already completely wet.
"Alright, old man."
"I'm not buying it."
"I'm giving you these things not so you can give me an award."
"It's because this thing has strayed from its original feng shui focus, and its malevolent energy is too strong for ordinary people to control. Putting it in your national treasury, with the help of the nation's fortune, will suppress it and prevent it from causing trouble."
At this point, Jiang Han's eyes turned cold, and he took a step forward.
Whoosh!
The surrounding soldiers instinctively raised their guns.
Li Zhenhua immediately waved his hand: "Put them down! Put down your guns! Anyone who dares to point a gun at Advisor Jiang will be court-martialed!"
Jiang Han walked up to Li Zhenhua, the two of them less than half a meter apart.
At this distance, a master like Jiang Han could kill someone in just 0.1 seconds.
But he simply reached into Li Zhenhua's shirt pocket and pulled out the specially supplied lighter.
Click.
Flames shot up.
Jiang Han lit the damp cigarette, took a deep breath, and exhaled a ring of bluish-white smoke.
The smoke sprayed onto Li Zhenhua's imposing face.
"I've handed over the items."
"But let me make this clear from the start."
Jiang Han lowered his voice so that only he and Li Zhenhua could hear it.
"That dragon down there is mine."
"Anyone who dares to mess with it, to slice it up for research, or to make it into a specimen..."
Jiang Han pointed to the wellhead at his feet, grinned, and revealed a set of gleaming white teeth.
"I will turn this well into a grave for all of you."
"Did you understand?"