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

Genji Heavy Industries, conference room.

Tachibana Masamune looked at the information that Princess Kaguya had compiled regarding the conversation between Ye Jingchen and Genjiro.

He stroked his white beard and said in Russian, "The Zhong Kui ghost-catching plan? Interesting. But in this world, probably no one knows more about ghosts than me."

On the Shin-gu Line highway.

Following Kaguya's guidance, Genji saw the license plate number of the car behind Inuyama Setsuko's.

He looked at the car's large screen and said, "Ye Sang, I'm following behind your car now."

Ye Jingchen glanced at the rearview mirror and saw Yuan Zhisheng's face reflected in his pupils from the driver's seat of the black sedan.

"Okay, pull over now, I'll get in your car."

After parking the car, Ye Jingchen patted Inuyama Setsuko's head and said, "Drive back yourself. The journey ahead is too dangerous."

With that, Ye Jingchen got out of the car.

Sezuko looked completely bewildered; she never expected Ye Jingchen to abandon her here like this!

Ye Jingchen went to the passenger side of Yuan Zhisheng's car, opened the door, and got in. "Let's go find the Fierce Ghost Clan."

Genji paused for a moment, then said, "Ye-san, we usually plan for a long time before taking action, in order to minimize the impact of the battle with the Oni Clan."

Ye Jingchen nodded, put a cigarette in his mouth, and lit it. "I know. The Fierce Ghost Gang usually gathers in entertainment venues like casinos, KTVs, bars, and underground clubs. Let's go to one of those underground clubs and cause trouble first."

Seeing Ye Jingchen's nonchalant tone, Yuan Zhisheng asked, "May I ask what Kassel College's attitude is towards the Ghost Clan?"

Ye Jingchen exhaled a smoke ring and glanced at Yuan Zhisheng. "Leave none alive."

“Hmm… many ghosts are trying their best to control themselves,” Genji hesitated for a moment, “Ye-san, you may not know this, but the so-called fierce ghosts…”

Ye Jingchen stuck his hand out of the car window and flicked cigarette ash. "I know that ghosts are created from the corrupted members of the Snake-Headed Eight Families. Anyway, we're dealing with ghosts, not members of the Snake-Headed Eight Families. Once you become a ghost, you're no longer human, don't you think?"

(The Japanese Executive Office adopts a flexible attitude towards demons; as long as they don't cause trouble, they turn a blind eye. This is one of the main reasons why the Demon Slayer Corps is able to organize its forces.)

Faced with Ye Jingchen's almost merciless words, Genji was speechless for a moment. Genji often felt that he was cold-blooded enough, but he was far from being as "extremely indifferent to the life of ghosts" as Ye Jingchen.

Genjiro searched his mind for information, "Which underground club would be the best place to launch the plan to minimize the impact? Oh, right, the Underworld Club."

With this idea in mind, Genji drove there while calling Sakura Yabuki.

Sakura Yabuki: "Moshi moshi."

Genjiro: "Yellow Springs Underground Club, immediately, bring Yaksha and Crow over here to organize the work."

Sakura Yabuki: "Hi!"

Ye Jingchen listened to Yuan Zhisheng's plan, nodded in satisfaction, and spread his hands, looking at the back of his hands.

"These hands are already stained with the blood of two ghosts. It's almost midnight, and the daily quest to kill ten dragon-blooded creatures in the system will most likely refresh then. I need to accumulate enough power to face the Dragon King as soon as possible so that I can barely stand on my own two feet in this broken world."

Underground Club of the Underworld.

A pink signboard, two lively girls dressed as bunny girls, smiling and waving to passersby.

After parking the car, Genjiro went to the trunk and took out two samurai swords, Spider Cutter and Child Cutter. As the evening breeze blew, he took a deep breath. "Is the bitter, salty taste in the wind a harbinger of slaughter?"

Ye Jingchen rubbed the burning cigarette butt out with his fingers, walked quickly to the door, and looked at the two bunny girls.

After acquiring dragon blood, Ye Jingchen discovered that his sensitivity to hybrids had become much stronger. "Perhaps this is the telepathy of one's own kind."

Ye Jingchen glanced at the bunny girl on his left and walked straight into the club.

Although it's called a club, it's actually more like a place that combines a KTV, bar, restaurant, and dance floor.

Ye Jingchen discovered that someone was drugging the girl to the east.

To the west, someone is injecting an unknown liquid with a syringe.

To the south, a man and a woman are engaged in erotic acts.

To the north, a mature young woman wearing ripped black stockings was picking at her high heels with her toes, her long legs swaying back and forth as if the heels might fall off at any moment.

The young woman was teasing Ye Jingchen with the gaze of someone observing prey.

Ye Jingchen's lips curled up slightly as he walked towards the young woman and sat down opposite her. "You're the owner here, right? I'm in a bit of a hurry."

The young woman covered her bright red, sensual lips with her index finger, kicked off her high heels, and rubbed her toes against Ye Jingchen's calf. "Young people are just too impatient. Some things can't be rushed; you have to take it slow."

"You may have misunderstood me a little!" Ye Jingchen grabbed the young woman's black-bound jade foot.

Following the slender curve, like a master of zither playing, the ice silk strings vibrate, gently plucking, slowly twisting, and picking.

The young woman squinted her eyes, a hazy blush rising on her face. She felt as if she were floating on clouds, her senses rising with the rhythm of the music.

"I think I didn't misunderstand you." She bit her lip lightly, boldly kicked off her other high heel, and stretched it out.

Ye Jingchen calmly let go, employing advanced fishing techniques, keeping the bait just inches out of the water, waiting for those willing to take the bait.

He straightened his clothes and glanced at the various ghosts on the dance floor.

Many people in the crowd cast unfriendly glances at him, as if they wanted to swallow him whole.

The young woman took the bait, swaying her lithe waist and walking with the gait of a cat on a catwalk as she approached Ye Jingchen.

She placed her hands on Ye Jingchen's shoulders, brought her face close to his, covered her mouth and chuckled, "What, are you scared now? You were pretty brave just now?"

“There’s plenty of time,” Ye Jingchen breathed into her ear, “I really came here to find ghosts.”

The young woman stuck out her nimble tongue, drawing a heart shape on Ye Jingchen's face with the tip, and gave him a light kiss. "What's so fun about ghosts?"

Ye Jingchen took the opportunity to lift the young woman by her thighs, then placed her on the leather chair. "This brat is troublesome. As long as you don't run around, you'll be fine. Just listen to me, you won't go wrong."

After saying that, Ye Jingchen pinched the young woman's dimple.

Turning to the east, he saw the blond-haired man drugging the beautiful woman; this blond-haired man was also a ghost.

The young woman lightly touched the food to her red lips, biting her nail, and murmured with narrowed eyes, "Little brother, isn't having me enough? You want to play the hero and save the damsel in distress too...?"