Know Yourself in the Dragon World

"Head, someone sent a note to the door of Genji Heavy Industries."

Tachibana Masamune took the note doubtfully. It was a bit strange that he had to be informed of such a thing.

"Your name is mentioned there."

"Whose letter is it?" asked Tachibana Masamune with a smile.

"No, it feels like someone's prank, which is a bit strange, but I'm also worried that someone might be delivering some obscure message, so I sent it here."

"I understand. You go and do your work first." Tachibana Masamune waved his hand.

"Okay, headmaster."

The note was placed on the table by Tachibana Masamune, but he did not open it immediately.

He had too many things to deal with, so he didn't take such a small matter like a prank seriously.

Zhisheng sent back a report on the second arrest, but still failed to catch the guy named "Hirano Kaede".

The attacks on the fierce ghosts in various places also reached a stalemate. Faced with the wrath of their own family, the fierce ghosts could not avoid it.

A lot of things are waiting for him, the patriarch, to give orders.

"This is really a headache..." Tachibana Masamune rubbed his shoulders, "I am old after all. I hesitate even when facing such a question."

After pondering for a long time, he decided to draw troops from all over the place to target the fierce ghosts and concentrate on dealing with Hirano Kaede.

The retreat of the fierce demons showed that they were afraid, and the main family's intention was basically achieved, leaving only the matter of Hirano Kaede.

Whether it is a provocation to the main family or the Jiude family, the matter of Hirano Kaede needs to come to an end.

After doing all this, he reached for the water glass and paused when he passed the note.

After thinking about it, I decided to pick up this mischievous thing to relieve my fatigue.

After opening it, the fatigue was indeed relieved.

It's like a strong medicine, it not only provides relief, it can be called a stimulant.

"Sir Tachibana Masamune, I think I should talk to you about some of my past, about why everything was taken away from me.

——Bondarev"

A palm-sized piece of paper could only hold so many words, so they were deliberately written in large sizes to be very conspicuous, especially the signature at the end.

It was written in Japanese, and he did know Japanese... Was he really still alive?

The ever-changing situation in Tachibana Masamune's eyes finally settled into the initial calmness and indifference.

He picked up the water cup, took a sip, and put the note in his hand into the shredder.

"Kaguya-sama, pull up the surveillance footage from the main gate of Genji Heavy Industries today."

The screen lit up as he was told.

"Already retrieved." For the supercomputer built by the company, retrieving a day's worth of video footage is not considered work at all.

Tachibana Masamune tapped the keyboard slowly, not daring to ignore every fragment.

Until three hours ago, he saw that... old friend.

He was handsome and tall, and that was a face that Masamune would never forget.

Looks like, very similar. The distance is a bit far and Tachibana Masamune can't see the details of the face clearly. Judging from the existing clips alone, this is that guy.

How come he is still young and looks the same as he did back then?

On the screen, the old friend looked towards the camera and greeted him with officer etiquette.

Greeting Tachibana Masamune at this time.

Tachibana Masamune's hands, which were tapping the keyboard, froze, his blood seemed to stop, and even his breathing became so slow that it was almost inaudible.

"This is who he is."

Only these four words echoed in my mind.

He is not dead, he is back and is aware of his current identity.

how is this possible.

How can it be?

How can it be!

Even though his heart was in turmoil, Tachibana Masamune's face remained calm and steady as always.

After a short moment of shock, his heart quickly calmed down.

Staring at the young man who was greeting on the screen, he thought for a long time and suddenly smiled fearlessly.

What is there to be afraid of? In today's Japan, even if the other party knows some of the truth, they can't stop their plans.

This is a kingdom with iron walls and a perfect plan. It will not be delayed by the appearance of any one person.

On the contrary, if people outside the plan touch the plan, it may cause the plan to be advanced.

"You are really hard to kill..." Tachibana Masamune laughed coldly.

……

"There is no free ramen today." Master Yue glanced at Han Qiu with disdain as he approached the car.

"I have money." Han Qiu put the money in front of Master Yue's face, "Miso ramen."

"Okay." Master Yue stood up and started tinkering with it.

Seeing that there were no customers around, Han Qiu started chatting about those trivial things again, "Let me tell you, you have two sons and a daughter, all of whom were conceived using the genes you provided."

Master Yue was humming a little tune, looking as if he didn't hear what Han Qiu said.

"My two sons are very promising. One is in the Eight Clans of Sheqi, and the other is in the Fierce Ghost Clan. Both of them are in a position second only to the emperor." Han Qiu chattered on and on.

"It's just that my daughter is a bit unlucky. Because of her bloodline problem, she was locked up by the Sheqi Eight Clan and exists as a secret weapon."

"Royal blood is really troublesome, but it is rare to be able to cultivate two emperors with stable bloodlines."

When mentioning the imperial blood, Master Yue suddenly looked up and looked at Han Qiu viciously.

When Han Qiu thought he had succeeded, he calmed down again and said calmly: "Your ramen is ready."

"Uesugi Yue, do you not believe it, or do you simply not care about your children?"

"I think you've got the wrong person, sir." Master Yue smiled kindly, "I'm just an old man selling ramen noodles on the street. I've been selling ramen noodles for sixty years and I don't have any children."

Han Qiu knew that, to put it bluntly, Uesugi Yue still didn't believe what he said.

This is normal. If you tell these things to foreigners you have never met, it would be strange if they would believe it.

But it can be felt that Uesugi Yue still has a strong hatred for the imperial blood. The vicious look in his eyes when he mentioned the imperial blood made Han Qiu shudder.

The emperor should have died in 1945, along with all those memories.

If it was the former underworld emperor, when Han Qiu mentioned the word "royal blood", he would not even glance at him and would have already stabbed him with the knife.

Han Qiu hoped that he could pick up the knife and strike down. Whether it was the debt of his children or the royal blood, someone needed to cut it off.

"Can an old man selling ramen own this entire street?" Han Qiu said, "The landowner of this old street is Uesugi Yue. As far as I know, this street is worth $12 billion."

"You've put a lot of thought into it, but it's meaningless. Uesugi Yue is already dead," said Master Yue.

"If the person standing in front of you was Principal Ange, I'm afraid you wouldn't speak in this tone. Yes, many people thought you were dead, but it's not that no one knew. If I can find out, then naturally there are others who can find out too."

"You know Ange." Master Yue's face turned very ugly. "Go, go, go, I'll give you the money. Don't eat anymore."

Han Qiu was eating noodles when his bowl was suddenly snatched away.

"I haven't finished eating yet."

"Get out of here quickly, we're closing time," Master Yue urged.

"Then give me the noodles. If I don't pay, you won't be considered open for business." Han Qiu just wanted to have some noodles.

"I emphasize again, get out, you bastards!" Master Yue no longer had the kindness he had before.

He was as fierce as an old man who was losing his temper on the street.

Han Qiu retreated away dejectedly.

Without Han Qiu, Master Yue started his business again, with a kind face but a little bit of vulgarity.