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

Ye Jingchen looked into the eyes of the extraordinary old man in front of him, and saw the path he had come from within those eyes.

He is:

A hybrid of the Black King's bloodline

The owner of the Word of Power: Time Zero

Users of Bloodlust

The vengeful old god

Former member of the Secret Party,

Cambridge folding knife

Old Playboy

Old gangster,

The original members of the Lionheart Society

S-class hybrid – Hilbert Jean Angers.

Ye Jingchen smiled and said, "I have my own path. I have no interest in becoming the White King, but I might consider it if it were the Black King."

"Word of Power - Time Zero!" Angers quietly activated his Word of Power.

The domain expanded instantly!

The flow of space in the entire room slowed down considerably, except for the ghost within, which moved swiftly instead of slowly.

Ye Jingchen watched as Angers vanished into thin air.

“The boy who slays the dragon will become the dragon himself; to become a new dragon, one must kill the old. You are very ambitious, but it doesn’t matter, as long as you are willing to slay the dragon.” Angers appeared behind Ye Jingchen, brandishing the folding knife in his hand.

Angers was now wearing a light gray suit jacket. He reached out and pressed his hand against the wooden door. “Go ahead and do whatever you want. I’ve been in Japan for the time being.”

Ye Jingchen's lips curled up slightly as he filled his small sake cup with sake. "Haven't you gone to see Uesugi Kotsushi-senpai yet?"

“I was just about to go…” Angers recalled his memories of fighting Uesugi Kotsugi in Japan. Now, among the remnants of the old era and the older generation of mixed-race individuals, there are no longer any mixed-race individuals as strong as Uesugi Kotsugi.

Angers opened the wooden door, glanced back at the back of Ye Jingchen's head, and asked, "Have you ever considered taking some time to visit Kassel College and experience the atmosphere of a campus?"

Ye Jingchen picked up his wine glass, took a sip of sake, and said, "I will go."

"See you next time!"

"Take care, Principal!"

Angers left, and before he left, he thoughtfully closed the wooden door for Ye Jingchen. He was a true gentleman of the old days.

"Sake really has no flavor, it tastes like water." Ye Jingchen looked at the few remaining sakes in the cup, swirled the cup, and then drank it all in one gulp.

Wine tastes best when shared with people who have stories to tell.

Ye Jingchen put down his wine glass, got up and walked out of the private room.

The cleaning lady, dressed in a kimono and waiting at a distance at the other end of the corridor, came over with a grayish-brown rag after Ye Jingchen came out.

Da da da……

The wooden soles of the shoes made a sound as they stepped on the floor, just like hundreds of years ago. It's quite interesting that they haven't been lost to the dust of history.

Wearing a kimono while doing cleaning work doesn't necessarily make things more convenient.

However, if you couldn't see these people wearing kimonos, you wouldn't be so sure you were in Japan.

To put it another way, I kept a small number of people wearing kimonos because only in this way would you know that you have come to Japan.

Tokyo's winters aren't too hot, as it's located in the middle of Honshu Island, making it a fairly livable place.

It will be a little warmer in Shikoku and Kyushu during this period.

As for Kyushu Island, it's already covered in snow and ice, perfect for skiing and adventure.

Ye Jingchen glanced at the cleaner, a woman in her early thirties. She didn't have any crow's feet around her eyes from overwork, and her skin was well-maintained.

She had some faint nasolabial folds at the corners of her mouth, but they weren't a big deal.

After all, wrinkles are ripples left by time as it passes over the body.

A dark green kimono wrapped around her curvaceous, full figure.

Ye Jingchen sensed the thin layer of dragon blood within her and murmured to himself, "I'm afraid she doesn't even qualify as a C-grade hybrid."

The cleaning lady, feeling Ye Jingchen's gaze, lowered her head. She didn't understand why he was still blocking the doorway, and whispered, "Sir..."

"Hmm." Ye Jingchen nodded, walked straight past her, and headed towards the corner of the stairs.

The cleaner entered the private room and wiped the table with a grayish-brown rag, but there wasn't much to wipe.

The table was spotless, without a single drop of alcohol.

After all, they were two experts pouring the wine; their hands were very steady, and not a single drop was spilled.

She really enjoys these well-mannered guests; it makes her work easier and improves her mood.

She picked up the small sake cup, weighed it in her hand, and estimated there was about a sip left. A hint of smugness flashed in her eyes.

With her meager salary, it would be difficult for her to afford a private room like this, where she could sit on a cushion and enjoy wine. However, thanks to the convenience of her job, she could often enjoy some delicious leftovers on the tables after the guests left.

She was of mixed Miyamoto blood. If it weren't for the Tamamo-no-Mae club run by the Snake-Headed Eight Families, she, a weak woman with no special skills, would most likely not have fared well. Being beautiful isn't always a good thing.

As if afraid of being discovered, she got up, took off her wooden clogs, put on her white socks, and tiptoed to the door, quietly closing the wooden door behind her.

He jogged back to the small table, knelt on the prayer mat, as if performing a sacred ritual.

She raised the sake bottle, closed her eyes, and poured a small sip of sake into her mouth. She swirled the sake in her mouth with her tongue, the sake mixing with saliva and spreading evenly on her tongue, stimulating the taste buds on her tongue.

She raised her willow-leaf-shaped eyebrows slightly.

He then poured all the wine into his mouth, swallowed it all, his eyebrows relaxed, as if he had achieved great satisfaction, and gently opened his lips: "Ah~"

These are wine tasting techniques she learned from variety shows. Japanese variety shows are quite good; they're probably carefully produced to relieve stress for the general public.

Ye Jingchen disdains the watery sake, yet she considers it a rare and exquisite nectar...

Ye Jingchen walked to the front desk on the first floor and saw Inuyama Tsuki standing behind the front desk, talking with Inuyama Setsuko who was leaning against the front desk.

Originally, as a temporary club manager, Inuyama Tsuki wasn't supposed to be at the front desk, but she couldn't leave Inuyama Setsuko alone there.

Both of them are women from the Inuyama family, but their statuses are worlds apart. Inuyama Setsuko is the goddaughter of Inuyama Kazuya, the head of the Inuyama family, and enjoys family resources that Inuyama Tsuki can't even imagine.

It was an honor for Inuyama Tsuki to be able to talk to Inuyama Setsuko.

Inuyama Tsuki is a very cunning woman, perhaps honed by the harsh living conditions of a large family.

She figured that even if she were removed from her club management position in the future, her colleagues wouldn't dare to make things difficult for her, given her close relationships with prominent figures like Yuan Zhisheng, Ye Jingchen, and Inuyama Sezuko. She was always prepared for the worst and took each step with extreme caution.

Compared to the reserved Inuyama Tsuki standing behind the counter, Inuyama Setsuko waited comfortably for Ye Jingchen. She guessed that Ye Jingchen would probably need her to lead the way to Erii and Genji, as the two siblings were waiting for him.

She somewhat disliked the incessantly talkative Inuyama Tsuki, because she always saw her former timid self in him. It was like seeing herself in a mirror wearing dirty clothes.

Seeing Ye Jingchen approach, Inuyama Setsuko went to greet him with a smile and said, "Ye-san, is there anything I can arrange later? The eldest young lady and the second young master are waiting for you in the private room with tea. I'll take you there now?"

She has completely lost her anger towards Ye Jingchen. Women tend to become more compliant after deep communication and conquest.

"Take me there first," Ye Jingchen said. "I'll arrange a vehicle to go to the Longma family later tonight. I have some business to discuss with those half-blood prisoners of the Fierce Ghost Clan."

"Hi!" Inuyama Setsuko nodded, her two long, smooth legs clenched tightly, her calves taut with the muscles of someone who had been dancing ballet for a long time.

Ye Jingchen glanced down, remembering the blue trousers he had torn to shreds, and looked into Inuyama Setsuko's eyes, whispering, "If you feel cold, go find a pair of trousers to wear."

Hearing Ye Jingchen's concern for her, Inuyama Setsuko playfully leaned closer to him and whispered:

"So what would you like to see me wear?"