Road to becoming the wealthiest: Starting From Treasure Hunting in the Cabinets
Chapter 946 - 527: None of Them Are the Ones Who Save Oil_2

Chapter 946: Chapter 527: None of Them Are the Ones Who Save Oil_2

The President clutched his eyes, screaming in agony, but quickly clamped his mouth shut.

His opponent was truly a killer!

While covering his eyes, he urgently nodded and said,

"I dare not, I dare not... I’ll talk. I am the President of Nikkwa Corporation, and I am one of the sponsors here. This is a temple..."

"Tell him not to think of concealing anything, we already know, this is the new site of Xingya Avalokitesvara Temple!"

The one with the knife reminded him once more.

Matsui Kogorou didn’t expect that they would know even this and wiped away a cold sweat, discarding any hope of luck, and obediently said,

"Yes, this is the new site of Xingya Avalokitesvara Temple. I came here to see my ancestors..."

He stole a glance at his captor and continued obediently,

"To see if my ancestors’ memorial tablets are still in good shape. Additionally, a few days ago, we hoped the people here would send my ancestors’ ashes to Xing Chan Temple for transcendence. I’m not sure how that’s going now, so I came to check..."

"Besides you, who else are the sponsors here?"

"Seven like my ancestors are enshrined here, and their descendants from four families, like me, sponsor this place. Also, as far as I know, there is a mysterious organization supporting this place as well, but specifically who they are, we do not know.

Warrior! We haven’t done anything excessive, just the normal worship of our ancestors. I know that in recent years, some bad deeds have been done in the name of Xingya Avalokitesvara Temple. Those were done by that mysterious person. We really don’t know anything!"

This Matsui Kogorou was clearly guessing the origin of these two men and, after obediently sharing what he knew, hurried to beg for mercy,

"I hope you can spare me, considering my years of supporting the tree-planting in China!"

The more brash he had been earlier, the more cowardly he was now!

This person asked a few more questions, employing some interrogation techniques, confirming that this man wasn’t grossly mistaken—however, his claim of sponsoring tree planting in China wasn’t exactly true either.

"Is it done yet? It’s taking so long?" The man who had chopped off heads, not knowing where he had washed his hands, came over carrying a blood-stained knife, "Did this guy disclose any useful intelligence?"

The interrogator repeated the information he had gathered.

"Matsui Kogorou?" The man with the knife inquired.

"Yes."

"That’s fine, then, I’ll take care of this man." He dragged Matsui Kogorou toward the high tomb, "Since the interrogation is over, let’s repurpose the waste, shall we? I just so happen to need a prominent head for my small high tomb; his will do nicely..."

"Help! Please, I beg you, spare me!"

Although Matsui Kogorou didn’t understand what was being said, given the situation, he feared it was the end for him and began to shout desperately.

Yet, the translator dared not speak out—the sight of the high tomb ahead and another newly erected small one was quite clear. Without a doubt, it was that man’s doing!

He feared saying a word more could lead to his own head being cut off to serve as "construction material!"

Matsui Kogorou’s cries came to an abrupt halt, as his head was cleanly chopped off and then placed atop the small high tomb.

The man admiring his creation looked somewhat satisfied, but when he turned to look at the high tomb next to it, he felt discontent.

He turned to his companion, who had been watching him, and said,

"Lincoln, why doesn’t the one I built have the same artistic sense as the other one?"

"Maybe because they’re more professional than you!" his companion, who was Lincoln Harrington, replied, "After all, you’re just imitating without true understanding."

Yes, this man was Lincoln Harrington, and the one who built the high tomb was Douglas Cooper.

Douglas Cooper, uncharacteristically not arguing with Lincoln, came over and agreed,

"Guess who built that high tomb? Could it possibly be the boss or Captain Hastings?"

"Why not just make a phone call and ask?" Lincoln pulled out his mobile phone, surprised to see that it had a signal, but still dialed.

When Elijah Hastings picked up with a "Hello," Douglas instantly seized the phone:

"Captain Hastings, where are you guys?"

Elijah Hastings and Sean Knight had just driven out of the range of Xing Chan Temple, discussing their next move when Lincoln’s call came in. Elijah was also happy to hear from them.

"We’re on the road. Where are you guys?"

"We’re in the mountains. We are at the new site of Xingya Avalokitesvara Temple; it’s been burned, and there’s a high tomb. Did you guys do this?"

"You got there too?" Elijah’s words made Emily Kelley stop the car ahead of them.

Though their voices weren’t loud, there was a clear implication in Elijah’s words.

"Yes. We followed a group here. Their leader is Matsui Kogorou—listen to the name..." Douglas said meaningfully.

"Understand. How is he? Did you get anything out of him?" Elijah glanced at Sean and then put the phone on speaker.

"Matsui Kogorou said, including him, there are five families, descendants of the seven war criminals’ families supporting this Xingya Avalokitesvara Temple, plus there is a mysterious organization, they don’t quite understand it. These five households mainly provide funds, but that mysterious organization must have a big plan..."

"Matsui? Heh!" Elijah sneered. "So their thieving hearts never die! What did you do with him?"

"Just like you guys, I made a high tomb and put him and his entourage on top of it. Unfortunately, it doesn’t have the same artistic sense as yours. I’m still figuring it out."