Old Man Logan Really Did Have a Child!

Liu Jianyi saw Yukio still sitting in the room, and stopped himself from speaking.

He glanced at Sing Sing, his meaning clear: Could this be done in front of her?

"It's alright, Yukio is not an outsider."

Sing Sing waved his hand and casually handed out a card to someone he considered "one of us".

Yukio, who was about to make an excuse to slip away, silently retracted her foot after hearing this.

She turned back to stare at Sing Sing with a complicated expression. Did this guy have some kind of misunderstanding about the meaning of "one of our own"?

Did they really include her in the inner circle?

Sing Sing simply responded with a smile that concealed his true feelings.

By bringing this cold-faced female assassin into the group chat, we can at least take advantage of her blind loyalty to Mariko and get some exclusive insider information for free.

As for whether she will turn against us later...

Ha, does he really think the Pig Butchering Knife in his hand is some freebie from Pinduoduo?

Upon hearing Liu Jianyi slammed his diary on the coffee table, picked up the half-filled cup of oolong tea that Sing Sing had just poured, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Finding a retired midwife deep in the mountains is no easy task. Two bottles of top-quality sake, plus a pot of traditional fish stew that I personally cooked—and that fish was truly high-class!"

He pointed to the yellowed notebook on the table.

"The old lady was almost drunk and started reminiscing about the Showa era before she finally pulled out this long-forgotten birth book."

"Two bottles of sake and a pot of fish?" Sing Sing raised an eyebrow. "You'll have to ask Old Goldhead for reimbursement later. This is his family's private matter of searching for relatives; it can't be accounted for under our bureau's field hospitality budget."

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He was being stingy with his words, but his hands were never idle.

Sing Sing opened the tattered birth book.

Showa era

Pregnant woman: Itsu

Full-term delivery

Result: Mother and child survived.

Did Old Goldhead really leave behind any descendants in Japan?

Sing Sing was inwardly screaming, "Holy crap!" If that old wolf knew about this explosive news, he'd probably turn into a groundhog on the spot, dig through the earth with his bare hands, buy a standing ticket, and rush back to Tokyo overnight.

Yukio, unable to contain her curiosity, leaned closer.

Sing Sing was happy for the old man for half a second, then continued looking down along the ink stain.

Three months after the child was born, the mother moved to Tokyo.

The recipient, place of relocation, and new name should have been written on the next page.

But that entire page had been torn out of the booklet, leaving only jagged edges.

"That's it? That's all?" Sing Sing stared wide-eyed.

"It's been discontinued."

Liu Jianyi crossed his hands and rested them on his chin, striking a profound pose.

"The old lady was too old; her brain had long since stopped functioning. She only remembered that it was a boy. He was just three months old when several well-dressed city people took him to Tokyo."

Boy?

With millions of people of the same age in Tokyo, how can you open boxes and find someone based solely on their gender?

This is as difficult as finding an anime fan at a comic convention who hasn't washed their hair.

Itsu gave birth to a son.

If Mariko disappeared for a year, which NPC is this Amiko who was brought back?

Wenxi is a bit eccentric, but his machines are still reliable.

Amiko has no Healing Factor and is not related to Logan by blood.

"This girl isn't Old Goldhead at all," Sing Sing said with certainty. "She's a target out there."

Liu Jianyi frowned. "You mean someone's setting this up?"

"A game within a game."

Yukio continued, "Shingen Yashida is using Amiko to keep Mariko in Mariko. As long as Amiko is still in his hands, Mariko won't dare to openly turn against him."

Great minds think alike.

Sing Sing thought about the same thing as her. But he didn't voice his darkest suspicion: those bastards probably knew from the beginning that Amiko was a blank slate.

What they really want is to use this fake daughter as a top-notch fishing tool to lure Logan, that Beast with the self-healing ability, back from China to this breeding ground.

"So what do we do now?" Liu Jianyi asked. "Are we still going to care about Amiko?"

"Of course I'll take care of her," Sing Sing sat up straight. "I'll personally keep an eye on this girl."

He pushed the diary back in front of Liu Jianyi, "Starting from that year, check the immigration records of all boys of the same age in Tokyo."

Upon hearing Liu Jianyi's face turned green.

"Are you crazy? Tokyo has tens of millions of people, spanning such a vast period of time! You want me to manually flip through millions of paper files? What's the difference between that and sifting through all the sand in Tokyo? You might as well have me drink the entire Pacific Ocean dry!"

"Don't rush, let's investigate from the reverse direction."

Sing Sing held up one finger and shook it.

"Keep a close eye on the financial transactions that had dealings with the Yashida Family, the remnants of the military, and the Toyo Council back then."

"If you really can't find them, throw a stone into the pool to muddy the water and make them jump out on their own."

Liu Jianyi was increasingly speechless.

Fine, you're Chief Section Level leader, so you're in charge. Lowly workers only deserve to lose their hair.

The following day, in the auditorium of Toyo High School.

The school made a last-minute announcement to hold a "School-wide Commendation Meeting for Whistleblowers."

A giant red banner with white lettering was stretched above the stage, and a cheerful march was playing loudly over the loudspeaker.

All the students were herded into the auditorium by their homeroom teachers, and the seats were arranged in a neat and orderly manner. Even the delinquent teenagers who were usually late were blocked at the door.

The atmosphere was lively and noisy.

Sing Sing, dressed in his neat Zhongshan suit, with his hands in his pockets, mingled into the group of Class 3-D and walked in.

The peaceful atmosphere made him smell the fishy, foul odor of a weasel's farts.

Something unusual must be going on.

"Boss!"

Mitsuhashi Takashi and Ito Shinji squeezed in from behind.

Mitsuhashi, sporting his blond hair, looked utterly impatient.

"What a lousy awards ceremony! They didn't even give out free lunches. Isn't this hindering our efforts to maintain campus peace?"

Ito nodded in agreement, "Exactly, charity events should at least provide meals, right?"

Sing Sing pulled Mitsuhashi and Ito aside, saying, "I'm assigning you two a glorious task."

The two stood up straight with their legs pressed together.

"Go and guard the emergency exit at the back of the auditorium."

Sing Sing Chow patted them on the shoulder, "If anything goes wrong inside later, you two are responsible for kicking the door open immediately, understand?"

Mitsuhashi blinked his clear, naive eyes. "Boss, is someone coming to cause trouble? Should I prepare some sacks in advance?"

"Go when I tell you to, or I'll send you to see a specialist for brainstem amputation!" Sing Sing raised his leg in a feint.

The two of them slipped away and dashed towards the back door.

After sending those two clowns away, Sing Sing walked into the auditorium, his gaze scanning the crowd like a scanner.

He quickly found his target.

Kobayashi Amiko

The special guardian, who usually keeps to himself and is almost ignored by everyone, was arranged in the VIP seat in the center of the first row today.

Sing Sing squinted, his gaze sweeping over the surrounding terrain.

That location...

The passageways on both sides were less than a meter wide and were blocked by cameras and tripods.

A giant Crystal chandelier hangs directly above the dome of the auditorium, about ten meters above Kobayashi Amiko's head.

Good grief, locking people in place under the light fixture—are these old bastards trying to recreate Final Destination or Conan movie?