Dragon Clan: My identity seems to be wrong.

"of course can."

With a smile on his face, Ange retracted his oppressive temperament. He guessed the owner of the call. He was also a little curious about this patriarch who rarely showed up but was quite prestigious among the Eight Snake Families.

"Thank you, Principal Ange."

Yuan Zhisheng bowed slightly and turned to leave the meeting room.

"Why don't you just take Lu Mingfei back?"

Old Tang watched as Genji's figure disappeared in the conference room, and asked Angé with some vagueness, "Logically speaking, directly robbing people is the most efficient way, and the military force on their side can crush the Genji Group."

"The Sheqi Eight Clan is not as simple as it seems."

Angers pulled out a cigar box from his suit pocket, took out two cigars, and handed one to Old Don.

Old Tang was not polite either. He flicked his fingers lightly and the cut cigar was lit. Old Tang took a deep breath and a look of enjoyment appeared on his face. The cigar that Angers smoked was certainly not a simple item. Although there was no label on it, it was indeed a genuine high-end product. Ordinary wealthy businessmen or officials who did not pay much attention to prices might not even have seen it.

"Whoo~"

Ange also lit up his cigar, took a puff, and exhaled the smoke before speaking softly.

"The Snake Eight Clan has a long history. It is a mixed-blood family that existed before the Edo period. Although it has declined somewhat due to the changes of the times, its heritage has not diminished in the slightest."

As he spoke, Angers took another puff of his cigar and his expression became serious.

"I have a student who is the head of the Inuyama family, one of the four lower families of the Snake Eight Families. I met him secretly before this visit, and he told me a lot of secrets about the Snake Eight Families."

Talking about this student who is famous in Japan and has the title of Sword Saint, Angé couldn't help but reveal a hint of pride on his face. After the meeting, he had another sparring match with Inuyama He, and what surprised him was that Inuyama He had actually pushed his Setsuna to the ninth level, which means that he could speed up his movements 512 times. Although he only used the eighth level of Setsuna in the sparring match with him, it was obvious that he had been in the ninth level for a while since he had made any effort, which was an unexpected surprise.

However, when he thought of what Inuyama He said to him, Angé's face became solemn again.

"Someone in the Sheqi Eight Families is secretly researching bloodline evolution potions and selling these dangerous things to the outside world."

Ange spoke calmly, but the murderous intent in his eyes could not be concealed. As a veteran who had experienced World War II, Ange knew deeply that behind the two words "research" were countless innocent people who had sacrificed their lives for it. Those scenes were like purgatory on earth, and even a heartless centenarian like him still felt a lingering fear when he recalled them now.

In Inuyama He's mouth, the bloodline evolution potion has taken shape. It can activate the thin dragon bloodline hidden in ordinary people's bodies, thereby gaining powerful strength. But this world is fair. People who have been injected with this potion will have their minds corroded by the potion while gaining powerful strength. The dark side of their hearts will be infinitely magnified, and finally they will become monsters that only know how to kill and destroy. This change, like Deadpool, is irreversible. The most important point is that this monster can be mass-produced. In other words, if the mastermind hidden in the Snake Eight Families suddenly goes crazy and spreads a large amount of the potion to ordinary people, it doesn't take much, just ten thousand. Only ten thousand will be enough to destroy the entire Japan.

And now in a corner of Japan, there is an organization composed of such a group of dangerous elements hiding in the dark, and according to Inuyama He, the name of this organization is Mengguishu, which is composed of mixed-bloods with uncontrolled bloodline from the Snake Eight Families who escaped from the family's rebellion. Of course, it is not known whether there is any trick in this. After all, with the strength of the Snake Eight Families, they can allow a mixed-blood with uncontrolled bloodline to run away, which in itself explains a lot of problems.

"In addition to bringing Ming Fei back, our other purpose for coming here is to test the attitude of the Sheqi Eight Clan. If they honestly send Ming Fei back, it means that the Sheqi Eight Clan has not been corrupted too deeply for the time being. If they do something else unnecessary, then there is no need for the Sheqi Eight Clan to exist."

Ange took the last puff of his cigar, threw the cigar butt at his feet, and gently extinguished the still burning cigar with his shiny black leather shoes. Although the ashtray was right in front of him, Ange showed his determination with his actions.

"You humans are so complicated!"

Old Tang took a puff of his cigar and looked at Ange with a complicated look. The intrigues among humans reminded him of the wars between dragons in ancient times. If it weren't for the wars that almost wiped out the dragons, humans might still be lingering in a cave at this moment! Thinking of this, Old Tang couldn't help but smile self-deprecatingly. He was also one of the people who provoked the war back then, although he didn't take the initiative.

“History is like a wheel, it always repeats itself. The greatest lesson from history is never to learn any lessons.”

As if he saw what Old Tang was thinking, Angé also sighed. Throughout history, there have always been people who provoke disputes for their own selfish desires. This is the driving force of human progress, but it may also be the fuse of human extinction. More humans have died in wars than in all other ways combined. Humans have always been very talented in hurting their own kind.

As Ange finished speaking, the meeting room fell into silence. Ange and Old Tang both lowered their heads, each with their own thoughts.

"Click."

The door of the conference room was pushed open from the outside, and Yuan Zhisheng walked in with a grim expression. His eyes fell on Ange, and he was extremely anxious.

"Principal Ange, please immediately order the executive department of the headquarters to stop the cleanup of the Japanese underworld. Their actions have seriously affected the order and stability of society!"

At this moment, Gen Chisei wished he could tear the smiling old bastard in front of him into pieces. He had just received a call from the patriarch Tachibana Masamune. Suddenly, many fully armed soldiers appeared on the streets of Tokyo, wearing American military uniforms. They cleaned up many of their underworld venues in the name of checking suspicious persons. Although no casualties occurred, their business suffered a great loss, especially the sex industry controlled by the Inuyama family, which was regarded as the target of strict inspection. The direct economic loss was at least more than 300 million yen, and the indirect losses were countless. Some customers were frightened by the sudden rush of American soldiers while doing their business and wilted, and they didn't even know if they could be used.

There are quite a few dignitaries here. In order to prevent them from causing trouble, the Inuyama family spent a huge price to deal with these people. The head of the Inuyama family, Inuyama He, is already on his way to fight Ange. If he had not been stopped by people sent by Tachibana Masamune on the way, he might have already arrived at the downstairs of the Genji Building.