Dragon Clan: I'm too lazy to talk to you, you're not worthy to listen!

A spoonful of rice was stuffed into the slightly chubby baby's mouth.

She smiled broadly, radiating immense satisfaction, like a blooming crimson rose.

A plate of five-grain fried rice was placed on the dining table.

Only Ye Jingchen and Erii were in the Lanmu private room.

Erii scooped up a spoonful of Five Eyes Fried Rice. Looking at this small spoonful of fried rice, she hesitated for a moment before handing the spoon to Ye Jingchen's mouth.

Ye Jingchen smiled and waved his hand, putting the phone aside.

Miss Sezuko just called to tell Ye Jingchen that she has picked up the Caesar trio and they will soon be taken to visit Schneider.

Erii quietly pushed a small note in front of Ye Jingchen. The note read: "Ye-kun, why don't you ask them to help you?"

"Because I can handle this on my own, I don't need anyone else to help me, Erii, do you believe me?" Ye Jingchen smiled and patted Erii's head.

Erii clenched her fists, her eyes filled with conviction, smiled with narrowed eyes, and nodded gently.

When Ye Jingchen answered the phone, he turned on speakerphone. He wasn't intentionally trying to make Erii hear the conversation and worry too much; he just wanted to hear it more clearly, perhaps because she was a little hard of hearing.

Responding to Erii's reassuring words, Ye Jingchen secretly grumbled to himself, "Is Principal Angers senile? What's the point of sending these three people here?"

All three of them were practically incapable of fighting.

Ye Sheng, the Word Spirit is a vacuum serpent, belonging to the human flesh nerve electrical signal radar.

Caesar's Word of Power is the Kamaitachi, making him a human voice-controlled radar.

The character "酒德亚纪" (Shudeyaji) possesses the power of "鬼胜" (Guisheng), and is considered a human shield and a small warrior.

I'm caught between using this person and not using him.

Caesar's greatest role was probably to involve the Gattuso family behind him, and in a last resort, to use their power to fight against the Japanese assassins? That's unlikely. The Gattuso family isn't that stupid; they certainly wouldn't willingly become someone else's pawn.

Could it make other secretly scheming forces hesitate to act against Gattuso's power? That's somewhat possible.

Simply sending Caesar to Japan to gain prestige and enhance his influence within the Gattuso family? Impossible. The Gattuso family wouldn't risk their future emperor for such a paltry sum; the risk-reward ratio is clearly disproportionate. Although Principal Angers' madness in making such an arrangement isn't surprising.

After clearing his mind, Ye Jingchen subconsciously looked towards Tokyo Airport and muttered to himself, "I wonder if Genjiro and Uesugi Kotsugi have found Genjiro. If Genjiro is determined to hide, it will be really difficult to find her."

Tokyo Airport.

Dozens of black cars blocked the entrance.

One foot crossed the yellow warning line.

"Master, you mustn't!" the madman Kotaro pleaded, shaking his arms. "The situation inside hasn't been fully investigated yet. If both the young master and the master go in like this, it's undoubtedly an enemy plot, playing right into their hands. I don't know what we'll do then..."

"You stay here, I'll go in and take a look by myself." Uesugi Kotsushi walked straight into the pitch-black interior of the Japanese airport without turning his head.

At this moment, the gates of the Japanese airport resembled the gaping maw of a black monster, seemingly intent on swallowing all the members of the Snake Clan, and indeed, all of Japan.

Genjiro patted the old bald man, Kotaro, on the shoulder to calm him down. "Please rest assured, patriarch, if we ever encounter an unavoidable and insurmountable danger, I will make a decisive decision and evacuate immediately."

After Genji finished speaking, he followed Uesugi Kotsugi inside.

The two figures, one after the other, slowly disappeared into the dark entrance of Tokyo Airport.

As the two figures disappeared one after the other, the madman Kotaro fell into deep thought. "They're practically cut from the same cloth, equally obsessive..."

The waiting hall was dark.

A quiet ticket hall.

All that could be heard was the sound of footsteps.

Click, Yuan Zhisheng pressed the switch on the flashlight.

After scanning the surroundings, no trace of Deadpool was found.

He held a flashlight in his left hand, a spider-cutting knife in his right, and a doji-cutting knife hanging from his waist.

Yuan Zhisheng was on edge; it was too quiet, so quiet it didn't feel like the human world.

Genjiro and Uesugi Koshi got separated.

suddenly!

Genji heard a slight noise. He picked up the Spider Cutter and quickly walked towards the place where the sound came from.

Although it was a very soft sound, perhaps made accidentally by the other party, it did not escape the ears of the young boy.

Yuan Zhisheng arrived at a half-open door, shone his flashlight inside, but found nothing.

He couldn't help but look down at the ground, and to his surprise, he found a bloody footprint with the toe pointing towards the back of the door.

"Found you!" Genji raised the Spider Cutter to a height above his waist and instantly disappeared behind the door!

however!

This is the scene revealed by the flashlight beam.

Yuan Zhisheng was dumbfounded!

A ninja with a black headscarf, a mask, and a tight-fitting black combat suit was leaning against a narrow gap behind the door, barely supporting his body.

These are ninjas trained by the Madman family.

After graduating from the Ninja Academy, he lived a life of constant danger.

Genjiro had seen it many times and remembered the attire and insignia of the Mad Demon Clan ninjas very clearly.

The ninja could only vaguely make out Genjiro's face through the diffused light from his flashlight.

He covered his mouth with one finger, making a shushing gesture.

The ninja's black, tight-fitting robe at the chest and his combat trousers at the knees were both exceptionally dark black.

Having always fought in all black, Genji immediately noticed that these areas were covered in blood, though the dark color of the clothing made it difficult for the bloodstains to show through.

The ninja used sign language to quickly gesture in front of Genji.

Genjiro had learned sign language, and he could understand the ninja's precise meaning, even though the ninja's bloodied hands were trembling incessantly.

Ninja sign language: "There were twelve ninjas who came in with me. We were pursued by Deadpool. We made a last-minute decision to have six ninjas stay behind to cover the other six ninjas as they take the information out."

Genjiro hung the spider-cutting sword on his waist and gestured in sign language with one hand, "Where are the other five ninjas? Why are you the only one here?"

The ninja gestured quickly, as if he had sensed something. The more he gestured, the more panicked he became. He gestured: "There are too many Deadpools. We'll stay behind to provide cover and lure Deadpools into one narrow passage after another. This will limit Deadpools' agility to the greatest extent."

In the narrow passage, they jostled and trampled each other.

However, to our surprise, there were far too many of them, like a swarm of ants.

The six of us chose to split up. We didn't have many weapons left; we had run out of kunai and our samurai swords were dulled from use.

We split up and proceeded separately…

The ninja's hand, which was making gestures, suddenly froze!

Genji quickly gestured in sign language: "Split up, and then what?"

The ninja watched as the pupils in Genji's eyes began to dilate.

The ninja died without even a name.

Those who embrace darkness will ultimately return to darkness.