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

Tokyo Station.

"Attention passengers, train number 001 from Nagoya Kita Station to Tokyo Station is about to arrive. Please move back to the area marked with yellow lines!"

"Dear passengers, please..."

The train station's announcement system came on.

At the waiting area, the crowd of people, mostly from the wheat stalks, looked down at the ground to check if they were standing in a safe area.

The pebbles around the steel tracks began to bounce up and down like soybeans being fried in oil.

A rumbling, clanging sound came from inside the dark tunnel.

Train No. 001 began to slow down. It maintained the traditional dark green color of the carriages, with the bright yellow lettering "001".

"Creak!" The doors of more than a dozen carriages made a uniform sound.

The doors in each carriage opened, and members of the Snake Clan, all dressed in black, disembarked and began to move towards carriage number one.

The group of people waiting for the train were all curious as they watched these uniformly dressed mixed-race people walk towards the front of the train instead of the exit.

A lively discussion broke out:

"Which important person is on this train? A celebrity? A tycoon? Or an official?"

"I don't think this is a group of celebrities. If these people in black suits are bodyguards or something, there must be thousands of them, right?"

"You know what, it's true. It feels like this train was specially arranged to pick them up. There wasn't a single ordinary person on it, at least not one I've seen so far!"

"Hey! Stop talking, honey, it looks like everyone in carriage 9 has gotten off. Let's get on quickly, it'll be very crowded soon!"

"Okay, I got it. You hold the baby, I'll bring the suitcase over right away. Everyone, see you again someday!"

"Okay, goodbye!"

"Sayo la la!"

The first carriage that everyone is looking forward to.

Uesugi Kotsushi was the first to step out of the car. He was wearing a black overcoat with a fur collar, looking like a gangster tycoon. His hair was styled with hair wax and slicked back.

Genji followed behind Uesugi Etsu, dressed in his usual black trench coat with a blue name tag hanging on his chest. He didn't look like a high-level executive, but rather like a young master from a prestigious family, meticulous in every detail.

Sakura Yabuki, dressed in a short black women's suit and a white shirt, followed closely behind Genji, carrying a blue plastic folder, like a personal secretary. In fact, she was pretty much a secretary, though she spent more time as an assistant.

Genjiro and Sakurai Kogure emerged from carriage number one at the same time, both wearing long, wide-sleeved kimonos, looking like a couple who had just taken a train trip together. Their expressionless faces, however, made them appear somewhat serious, like a couple caught in a cold war after an argument.

If any Japanese film and television directors really want to capture the essence of a wealthy and powerful family, they should consult with Uesugi Koshi. It's a real shame that this family doesn't make TV dramas or anything like that; it would be a mistake not to let the audience have a good look at them.

Then the two heads of the family, Sakurai Nanami and Mad Kotaro, also came over. There was a subtle atmosphere between them, yet they seemed to be deliberately keeping their distance from each other. Like two magnets, they were attracted to each other from a distance, but as they got closer, they became like poles repelling each other, pushing each other away.

Speaking of which, back then, the 70- or 80-year-old madman Kotaro and the 30- or 40-year-old woman Sakurai Nanami had a May-December romance, as seen in the story "The Romantic Past of the Ninja Clan Head and the Popular Socialite".

Sakura Yabuki made a phone call, then put the phone back in her pocket as she walked toward Uesugi Kotsugi. "Reporting to the head of the family, the vehicles have been arranged, and we can return to Genji Heavy Industries now."

Uesugi Kotsushi didn't answer Yabuki Sakura, but instead quietly looked at the man opposite him, leaning against a load-bearing pillar, a foreign old man with long white hair, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, leisurely smoking a cigar, and dressed in a gray suit—Hilbert Jean Angers.

The two were old acquaintances; a cup of wine in the spring breeze and willows, ten years of lamplight in the rainy nights of the Jianghu.

The last time they met was the last time.

in a blink.

The Angers, which was leaning against the load-bearing steel pillar, suddenly evaporated like steam.

Uesugi knew that this guy must have secretly activated the Word Power: Time Zero again. "He's over a hundred years old, and he still loves to play these childish tricks."

“He’s over 130 years old, I can’t quite remember the exact age, he’s lived too long.” Angers suddenly appeared in front of Uesugi Kotsuki, took a puff of his cigar, and blew smoke into Uesugi Kotsuki’s face.

This cigar is made from Cuban tobacco leaves, and has a very pure flavor. It's full of nicotine and cigar aroma with every sip.

In the eyes of the Snake Clan, Angers' actions were undoubtedly a provocation against the patriarch and were intolerable.

A crow with a blue bowl cut and a demon with red, spiky hair, each with their own henchmen, stepped forward, preparing to walk towards Angers.

"Don't be rude!" Genji dismissed the two and raised his hand to introduce, "This is Principal Angers of the headquarters, Kassel College!"

Angers glanced at Genjiro, recalling the time when Genjiro was studying at Kassel College a few years ago, in the 2003 class of High Energy Physics. Back then, Genjiro had asked him a question:

"Principal, how much are people willing to pay for justice?"

The boy's eyes were still as clear as before, but no longer lost. It was as if he had found what he wanted, much like a hermit crab finding the conch shell it had been longing for.

Angers noticed Genjiro wearing a kimono behind him and thought he looked a lot like Genjiro.

"You old rogue, you haven't changed a bit." Uesugi Yue blew a breath through his nostrils at Angers, dispersing the cigar smoke in front of him.

Angers grinned, loosened his red tie, put his hand on Uesugi Kotetsu's shoulder, and ruffled the mane around his collar. "But you've changed a lot. You look much more like the Shadow Emperor now than you did back then!"

Genji stepped forward. Looking at Angers' familiar face, he recalled the question he had asked calmly and cautiously after drinking. He seemed to be in a dream. "Principal, you should have informed us if you were coming to Japan. We haven't had a chance to hold a welcoming ceremony for you yet."

“You guys are busy too.” Angers nodded at Genjiro and smiled. He still liked the kid a little; otherwise, how could Genjiro have received his scholarship back in school?

With a rumble, the passengers on train number 001 took their seats, and the train started moving!

Next stop, Tokyo West Station.

The long train, consisting of more than a dozen carriages, was pulled away by the locomotive and disappeared into the distance.

"You must already know about the Snake-Headed Eight Families and their secrets, Principal, right? Ye Jingchen must have already told you everything." Genji looked at Angers. He knew the secrets of the Snake-Headed Eight Families, so they shouldn't be considered secrets in front of Angers.

“Let bygones be bygones. When it comes to matters concerning the dragon race, all of that should be set aside.” Angers adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses on his high nose. “Ye Jingchen is going to kill the creature in the ocean. It’s an ancient dragon embryo. Norma has already detected its heartbeat. Kassel College will do everything in its power to help you get rid of it.”

Slaying dragons was a lifelong pursuit for Angers.

Genji Heavy Industries.

Ye Jingchen stood on a shipping container, holding a silver revolver in his hand.

It is called a revolver because when the right hand holds the gun, the loading cylinder can be rolled out from the left side of the gun, and the left hand can pick up the bullets one by one to chamber the chamber.

Ye Jingchen loaded a bullet into the cylinder of the silver revolver. He shook his right wrist, and the cylinder would go in and out intermittently with his movements.

Ryoma Genichiro and Miyamoto Shio arrived with their respective clansmen.

Ryoma Genichiro took out a handkerchief from the left breast pocket of his suit and wiped the sweat from his receding hairline. He first glanced at Miyamoto Shio and saw that Miyamoto Shio also looked puzzled.

Ryoma Genichiro then looked up at Ye Jingchen standing on the container. "Deputy Director Ye, the Demons in all regions have been routed by us. We have also ordered a full-scale capture of the remaining Demon hybrids who have escaped. I wonder what instructions you have for summoning us, the Genji Heavy Industries, at this time?"

Upon hearing Ryoma Genichiro's voice, Ye Jingchen happened to pull out the revolver's cylinder. He flicked the cylinder with his hand, and it began to spin.

As the roller spun, Ye Jingchen flung it into the gun chamber, producing a rumbling sound of metal axles rubbing together.

"I only put one bullet in this revolver." Ye Jingchen turned to look at Miyamoto Shigeo, pointed the dark muzzle of the revolver at Miyamoto Shigeo, and told his men to start the Genji Heavy Industries' ships and be ready to set off for the eastern sea of ​​Tokyo at any time.

Miyamoto Shigeo helplessly spread his hands, "Deputy Director Ye, it's not that I'm not cooperating with you..."

The sound was a dull "click"!

The roller rotates around its axis, the cylinder aligns with the barrel, and the revolver's hammer strikes out, but the cylinder is empty, without any bullets.

Ye Jingchen was too lazy to listen to Miyamoto Shigeo's nonsense and pulled the trigger directly. He looked at Miyamoto Shigeo coldly and said, "This gun has five cylinders. If you're lucky, you'll have three more chances."

Everyone present was still in shock; they never expected Ye Jingchen to pull this stunt!

They actually fired!

Really!

As an outsider, wasn't he afraid of inciting a mutiny within the Miyamoto family? This question arose in the minds of the Miyamoto family members.

Miyamoto Shigeo felt it most deeply. The gun was pointed at him. His eyes were wide open, and beads of sweat on his forehead dripped down his nose, splashing onto the ground.

The scene was very quiet. Miyamoto Shigeo vaguely felt that he could hear the sound of sweat falling to the ground. He imagined the sweat dripping onto the ground, but in the image, the sweat on the ground turned into a blood-red color.

Miyamoto Shigeo swallowed hard. "Deputy Director Ye, but..."

The words are not finished yet.

Another "click!" interrupted his speech.

The second time he walked on the tightrope along the edge of the cliff, death seemed to be smiling and beckoning to him.

Miyamoto Shigeo instantly snapped to his senses and shouted, "All Miyamoto family captains, take your positions! Start your ships according to your assigned numbers and be ready at any time!"

Behind them came the unanimous reply from the Miyamoto family: "Yes!"

They were members of the Miyamoto family, skilled not only in selling ships but also in sailing them; most of them were excellent captains and sailors.

The members of the Miyamoto family ran towards the various ships in groups of twelve.

Ye Jingchen then turned the gun around and aimed it at Ryoma Genichiro.

"Dami! Apply pressure to the pulse point! (No! Don't do this!)" Ryoma Genichiro put his hands in front of him, crossing his arms and waving them. "Deputy Director Ye, you haven't given me the order yet! Stop!"

"Please give the order first, Deputy Director Ye!"

“Head of the Miyamoto family, it’s obvious that the Ryoma family values ​​life much more than you do!” Ye Jingchen glanced at Miyamoto Shio.

Miyamoto Shio lowered his head, glancing sideways at Ryoma Genichiro, and thought to himself, "Ryoma Genichiro, I am ashamed to be associated with you!"

Ye Jingchen kept the muzzle of his revolver pointed at Ryoma Genichiro's head, imagining the bullet hitting Ryoma Genichiro's skull and the watermelon exploding instantly due to the large pressure difference between the inside and outside of his skull.

Ye Jingchen waved his revolver and said, "Tell your people to load all the heavy weapons, such as rocket launchers, depth charges, and torpedoes, onto the ship."

"The Miyamoto family... no, the entire Ryoma family! Bring all your weapons over here! Bring all your weapons over here! I told you to bring all your weapons over here, did you hear me?" Ryoma Genichiro practically roared these words!

The Ryoma clan members had never seen Ryoma Genichiro like this before, and they were momentarily stunned before replying in unison, "Hi!"

After saying that, the Longma clansmen scattered like startled birds, leaving the place and driving large trucks back to the Longma family's armory to prepare to unload heavy weapons.

Ye Jingchen nodded, and in front of Ryoma Genichiro and Miyamoto Shio, he flicked the cylinder of his revolver and took out a sharp, golden, metallic bullet.

The bullet landed in front of Ryoma Genichiro and Miyamoto Shio, bounced twice upon contact with the ground, and made a crisp sound.

Ryoma Genichiro and Miyamoto Shio exchanged a glance and breathed a sigh of relief, finally escaping a disaster.

Ye Jingchen put his right hand, which was holding a revolver, behind his back and looked at the ripples on the sea surface caused by the evening breeze under the searchlight, wondering what the Yamata no Orochi looked like.

Eight snake heads, white scales all over its body, does it have wings?

Looking at Ye Jingchen's retreating figure, Miyamoto Shigeo mustered his courage and asked, "Deputy Director Ye, do you know about the God Burial?"

Ye Jingchen glanced back at Miyamoto Shigeo indifferently, "Oh, you mean the story of Amaterasu and Tsukuyomi joining forces to seal Susanoo? I do know a little about that."

What we're about to do is kill your originator. Excited?