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There were a hundred billion Explosive Tags. Hanfeng had promised Namikaze Minato he would hand over seventy-five billion, but the Shinobi World was at peace for now, so he didn't hesitate to pocket the Two Hundred Billion Explosive Tags himself first.

After moving all the bricks, Hanfeng returned to Konoha. The snow was falling harder now, and a thick layer had already gathered on the rooftops and treetops.

On the streets, lots of little kids bundled up like bears shrieked as they played in the snow, drawing loud barks from the stray dogs.

A snowy day was perfect for soaking in a hot spring... Hanfeng didn't want to go to work anymore.

He sent a Shadow Clone to the Anbu to run a Training Camp for his subordinates, then headed to Ichigo Hot Spring.

Though it was still early morning, Ichigo Hot Spring was already open. A few stinky men who'd stayed up all night were sipping drinks and chattering away in the Hot Spring Pool.

Hanfeng came through the back door into the courtyard and saw several Mist Ninja sweeping away the snow. But the snow was like a tangle of worries—it just kept piling up the more they swept.

They didn't even look at Hanfeng as he came in. They were used to him.

"Mei Terumi, Mei Terumi, Mei Terumi..."

Hanfeng stood outside Mei Terumi's bedroom and knocked loudly on the door. Before long, Mei Terumi emerged in a kimono, her long brown hair cascading like a waterfall over her full chest. Between the strands peeked hints of smooth, snowy skin. She was breathtakingly beautiful.

There was still a hint of drunkenness in Mei Terumi's eyes, though. It seemed she'd overdone it again last night.

Hanfeng quickly helped her into the bedroom and proclaimed to the people outside,