In the picturesque Bokuo National Forest Park, a Maybach drives steadily along the green highway.

Jiang Chen is driving while glancing at the rearview mirror.

Cao Jinse apparently doesn't want to talk to him, not even sitting in the passenger seat, but in the back.

You know, the "gift" he prepared was meticulously thought out and full of sincerity.

Logically speaking, even if not overjoyed, there should at least be a hint of a smile.

Could it be because the net wasn't cast wide enough?

It's not that Jiang Chen didn't try hard enough; the conditions he proposed, the names he wrote on the convenience note, in essence encompassed the notorious fourteen Class-A War Criminals honored at the Yasukuni God Toilet.

But clearly, the Japanese couldn't accept it.

Finally, under Feng Shi's mediation, both sides compromised a bit, taking down most of the plaques from that infamous God Toilet, as for the remaining few...

The economic sovereignty of the Japanese began to erode.

Given time, making that little God Toilet disappear completely won't be too hard.

"How about I keep them for now, and then give them to you all together later?"

"You think you're collecting Dragon Balls or something."

Cao Jinse, of course, understands that the Japanese wouldn't completely bow down; everyone wants to topple that toilet, but achieving it all at once is doubtlessly unrealistic, something unattainable for nearly a century, why would she demand excessively.

She just didn't expect.

The other party would actually send these Spiritual Tablets to her.

Could a normal person do such a thing?

Or.

In his mind, is she not a normal person?

"I have no place to store them, you keep them."

"You can take them back."

Upon hearing this, Cao Jinse raised her eyes and looked toward the rearview mirror.

No doubt.

Taking these Spiritual Tablets back would undeniably symbolize a huge achievement, something not measurable by wealth.

"I wasn't the one who got them."

Cao Jinse refused decisively.

"You didn't get them, but your contribution is the greatest, it belongs solely to you."

Jiang Chen insisted, quite generously.

Cao Jinse couldn't be bothered to argue with this guy, "If you want to take them, you take them."

Giving one piece casually, handing it to some soldier, would undoubtedly earn a meritorious award in peacetime, yet they were still pushing it back and forth.

The two of them were simply bizarre.

"Whirr."

Maybach stopped.

Cao Jinse looked puzzled.

Jiang Chen unbuckled his seatbelt, got out of the car, then walked to the trunk, reopened it, and retrieved the plaques inside with his arms.

"Stopping on the highway, you should set up a triangle sign, you know."

Following him out, Cao Jinse also had a strong sense of safety.

Indeed, once there is a first time, there will be a second.

Jiang Chen, who wasn't parking on the highway for the first time, took out all the Spiritual Tablets from the trunk in two attempts, then discarded them like garbage at the roadside.

Because the location was remote, and traffic sparse, cars only passed every so often, the risk factor was indeed low, but of course, casual parking still wasn't encouraged.

"What are you doing?"

Cao Jinse questioned puzzled.

"You're right, there's no need to keep such unlucky things."

Jiang Chen was relaxed and carefree, somehow came up with a can of gasoline, poured it onto the Spiritual Tablets on the ground, then threw the can aside, pulling out a diesel lighter.

"Click."

The flame ignited.

Jiang Chen nonchalantly tossed it.

"Whoosh..."

The fire quickly spread along the gasoline, the writing on the Spiritual Tablets was covered, then became unrecognizable, starting to sizzle and crack.

Cao Jinse watched as the heroic tablets that carried the spiritual faith of the Japanese were so casually set aflame by the roadside.

The glow of the burning Spiritual Tablets reflected in her pupils, sure it couldn't compare to the grand fireworks that night, but in terms of implementation difficulty and psychological impact.

——It was even more so.

Occasionally cars would pass, slowing down curiously to look out the window.

Of course.

These Japanese could never have imagined what exactly the crackling, smoking things being burned were, nor how many fewer heroic spirits they could honor henceforth.

The two eccentric people just stood by watching, watching as the wooden plaques gradually lost their original luster and turned into grayish-black charcoal pieces.

Until most of it had burned away, no thunder from the heavens, no sudden storm occurred, it was still a fine sunny day.

"All done."

Jiang Chen covered his nose, gestured for Cao Jinse to get in the car.

The Maybach restarted, left only a heap of blackened traces behind.

Presumably because all the unlucky items were gone from the car, Cao Jinse felt more at ease, this time sitting in the passenger seat.

"Aren't you afraid of vengeful ghosts seeking revenge?

The utterly disrespectful Jiang Chen drove straight ahead, nonchalant, a dashing smile slightly raised on his charming face.

"I'd welcome it."

"You're bold."

Cao Jinse awarded him in a different way once again, but who knew she'd hear next.

"With Duanmu Daoist here, I can sleep peacefully with no worries."

Cao Jinse couldn't help but laugh, turning to look at the man who, no matter the situation, could always astonishingly bring people to the brink of laughter or tears.

"So many ghosts, can Duanmu Daoist handle them alone?"

"There's also Youmao."

"Little rabbit?"

"Hmm."

Jiang Chen calmly said, "While you were away, she was providing protection for me."

Cao Jinse froze, then said, "…Your relationship has gotten this good now?"

Jiang Chen, in a tone of nonchalance, succinctly said, "Sincerity is always the ultimate trump card."

Cao Jinse remained silent, leaning back in the seat, after a while, asked, "No injuries, right?"

"No, just a minor incident."

Since Youmao went to help, it was obvious there was indeed a situation.

"Who did it?"

"Don't know."

Cao Jinse lightly furrows her eyebrows, turning once more, "Don't know?"

"Can't be bothered to check."

Jiang Chen focused on driving, lightly responded.

"Becoming more generous."

"Even if I checked, it wouldn't mean much, anyone could be the culprit, everyone is the culprit."

"Aren't we sitting down to talk now, it's time to pay the bill."

That's not right.

Cao Jinse isn't someone who quibbles over every minor detail.

She'd been detained for so long, yet didn't bear a grudge.

"Adding such a trivial condition to a negotiation of this level, how shameful."

Jiang Chen indeed had a grand perspective.

Cao Jinse didn't continue on this topic.

"What terms were settled?"

"Here."

Jiang Chen steered with one hand, using the other to retrieve an inconspicuous convenience note from his pocket.

"It's pretty much reached the limit. Just waiting for your confirmation."

Cao Jinse silently raised her hand, accepted the familiar-looking convenience note.

Unfurled.

Indeed it was a hotel convenience note.

With the Peninsula Hotel's logo.

"I didn't do anything, why do I need to confirm it."

"Because your name is signed at the bottom."

Indeed.

The previously blank convenience note was no longer blank.

But her signature was still there in the bottom right corner, unchanged.

"I've already thought of a name for it, Treaty of Jia-Chen, what do you think."

A reputation that might go down in history, leave a lasting legacy.

Should she hand it over?

Cao Jinse clenched the self-signed convenience note, looked up.

"Are you an idiot."

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