Soon after, those four or five samurai from the island country began searching the room.
For a moment, there was tossing and turning of everything, which was quite excessive.
"Dammit!! Miyamoto Ichiro, you've gone too far!"
At that very second, Zhong Daochuan simply couldn't bear it any longer and bellowed with fury.
"Uncle Zhong, let them search. The innocent have nothing to fear. If they find nothing, I will personally go to the Ministry of Internal Affairs and request punishment!" Suzuki Miko glanced at Zhong Daochuan, her voice cool and distant.
"Yes, Miss Miko!" Zhong Daochuan nodded and stepped aside, his gaze still filled with anger.
After about two or three minutes.
"Nothing!"
"Nothing!"
The four or five samurai returned to the side of Miyamoto Ichiro, disappointedly stating.
"Nothing?"
Miyamoto Ichiro's eyes flashed ominously as he shook his head, "Impossible!"
"Miyamoto Ichiro, since there's nothing, get the hell out of here!" Zhong Daochuan roared furiously.
