Lu Mingfei, who had read Dragon Clan before slaying the dragon

The venue was in a mess at this time, with wine bottles and cigarette butts scattered all over the floor, rows of chairs were trampled crooked with scattered footprints, and abandoned knives and baseball bats were everywhere. It looked like the entire venue was empty... The place was filled with darkness and silence, like a ruin that had been abandoned for many years.

It is hard to imagine that this place was crowded with people not long ago, and even a large-scale auction was held here.

The moment Chu Zihang, who was walking at the back of the crowd, stepped into the conference hall from the aisle, he vaguely felt that something seemed to be wrong here, and he immediately hid in a dark corner.

This is an instinct similar to that of wild beasts. There may be predators hiding everywhere in the dark jungle. If the beasts living in it relax a little, they may become food for other beasts. Therefore, they develop a stress-based alertness to dangerous environments.

Every time Chu Zihang was on a mission, he would imagine himself as a wild beast in the jungle, always ready to face crisis...so much so that Caesar often complained that this guy really should see teacher Masashi Toyama, as his persecution complex was already incurable.

"Caesar!" Chu Zihang shouted.

Caesar did not answer Chu Zihang out loud, but nodded slightly without any expression, and the domain of "Sickle Weasel" was released silently.

This is the tacit understanding between the student union president and the Lionheart Club president. The person who knows you best is often your opponent. Caesar and Chu Zihang have been rivals for so many years, and they can often detect each other's intentions through the flicker of their eyes or the change of tone.

Caesar certainly knew that Chu Zihang did not have paranoid delusions. On the contrary, he knew very well that this guy's beast-like intuition was terrifyingly accurate.

The area of ​​​​"Sickle Weasel" expanded rapidly until it covered the entire conference hall... Caesar's body suddenly stiffened, cold sweat broke out uncontrollably from his forehead, and his eyelids twitched wildly with fear.

The sound of the wind demon's deep breathing came back to his mind. Not one, not two... but dozens, even hundreds!

These breathing sounds were deliberately suppressed and distributed in various hidden corners of the venue. Some were even hidden behind the doors and corners of the walls at various exits of the venue. The entire venue seemed to be empty, but in fact it was full of people hiding in invisible places!

It's like a poisonous snake lurking in the dark, waiting for its prey to fall into its attack range before baring its fangs and delivering a fatal blow.

The other sound brought back by the wind demon was the source of Caesar's fear. It was the sound of a mechanism, which sounded at a high point outside the venue. This sound was not unfamiliar to Caesar. A sniper rifle would make such a sound when it was loaded with bullets.

Even sniper rifles were used. There was no doubt that a group of dangerous guys were hiding here. Although they didn't know their position, they were surrounded.

However, since the other party did not take action immediately, there may still be room for maneuver.

Caesar made a "stop" gesture with one hand behind his back, and everyone stopped in front of the passage. Aso Shinya covered Noda Shou's chattering mouth.

"Come out, I think we can talk." Caesar looked at a huge display case not far away.

It was an excellent viewpoint. Hiding behind the display case, one could clearly grasp the movements at every exit of the booth. It was also in the center of all the hidden spots, where one could make gestures and give orders, and everyone in the audience could see... Caesar clearly heard a heavy breathing sound hidden behind the display case. It must be the leader of these lurkers.

Sure enough, a middle-aged man walked out from behind the display case. He was wearing a dark blue uniform. The pattern on the back of the uniform was a total of ten scarred fists, overlapping and interlaced.

The middle-aged man came and stood in front of Caesar.

"I have some impression of you." Caesar looked at the middle-aged man in the dark blue uniform and frowned slightly. "We met not long ago, right? I remember you were under the command of the Sheqi Eight Clan."

"Yes, we have met, but it was just a glance or two through the crowd. Gattuso has a good memory." The middle-aged man nodded. "Remember that fight on the streets of Kabukicho not long ago? It was a conflict between our Ten Fist Society and the Wildfire Gang, interrupted by the head of the Minamoto family. I was the one that night."

"Oh yeah, now that you mention it, I remember everything. You were the one from that night." Caesar nodded in sudden realization. "So... what's your name?"

"Takada Go, my name is Takada Go." The middle-aged man in the dark blue uniform bowed slightly. "I am the temporary Fourth Daemon of the Jukenkai. I'm so sorry I embarrassed Gattuso that night. It was such a chaotic scene. I hope I didn't leave any scars on Gattuso."

"You think too much. This level of gang fight won't scare me enough to leave a psychological trauma. Italy also has the Mafia. Compared with their riots, your fights are just child's play." Caesar waved his hand.

"Then I feel relieved." Takada Wu nodded.

Caesar suddenly asked, "Did Yuan Zhisheng send you here? Did you just arrive? Or have you been lying in ambush at the venue from the beginning?"

"We arrived very early, shortly after the auction started, but we didn't enter the venue. We initially waited nearby," Takada said. "Until just now, chaos broke out. After the crowd evacuated, we quickly occupied all the exits of the hall."

"So your goal this time is to annihilate the Mountain God Society, which rebelled against the Sheqi Eight Clans? I still remember your young master issued a scarlet bounty for you." Caesar glanced at the crowd hiding in the shadows. "If you just wanted to take us away, there's no need to mobilize such a large force with heavy sniper rifles. Unless you want to kill us, that would be equivalent to starting a war between the Sheqi Eight Clans and Kassel Academy. There's no reason for that elephant tortoise to do such a foolish thing."

"Should I say that it's worthy of Gattuso?" Takada Go neither admitted nor denied it, but just smiled noncommittally.

"The most troublesome members of the Mountain God Society have been mostly dealt with. The remaining followers will have little chance of resistance against you, so there's no need to thank us," Caesar said. "Next, you take the members of the Mountain God Society to the young master to collect your bounty, and we'll evacuate with ours. We'll keep our distance. Is that okay?"

"Of course, after seeing you, everyone in our gang will remain silent." Takada Go smiled. "I swear on behalf of the Ten Fist Association and promise you, Gattuso-kun, that no one will inform the head of the Minamoto family."

Because he will never see Minamoto no Chisei again, the Tokenkai and the Sheqi Eight Families have severed ties... Unfortunately, Caesar is unaware of this.

Caesar nodded, and the two sides reached an agreement. Everything seemed to be going smoothly and peacefully. Just as Caesar was about to leave, when he passed by Takada Go, Takada Go's hand hidden under his dark blue windbreaker suddenly moved.

"Caesar, be careful!" Chu Zihang shouted in the dark corner.

The blade of the dagger pierced Caesar's chest at lightning speed, blood splattered everywhere. The distance was too close and there was no time to dodge.

Just when Takada Go thought he had succeeded, before he even had time to rejoice, Caesar made a move that was beyond everyone's expectations.

He let the blade of the dagger pierce his chest, neither dodging nor retreating. The Dick Tudo slipped silently from his sleeve into his hand. Instead, he took a step forward, and with unparalleled ferocious momentum, the blade of the Dick Tudo cut through the air and slashed towards Takada Go's chest.

Blood gushed out like a fountain. Takada Go covered his chest and staggered back, his eyes filled with disbelief. Caesar's Dick Tudo had cut a deep wound on his chest, extending from his left shoulder to his right abdomen. The long knife wound was as hideous as a snake, and was oozing bright red and hot blood.

Caesar pulled out the dagger that was stuck in his chest with an expressionless face. Fortunately, the knife was not inserted deep and only injured the muscles without damaging the internal organs.

In fact, if Caesar had not eaten for a long time and was hungry and exhausted all day, and if he had not been stabbed in the chest by the dagger, which affected the speed and strength of his sword swing, Dick Tudo's sudden slash would have killed Takada Go on the spot!

"How is it possible... How is it possible..." Takada Wu looked at Caesar with surprise and suspicion, as if he had seen a ghost, and blood foam kept coming out of his mouth while he spoke.

"Do you think I'm a fool?" Caesar said condescendingly, his eyes and tone revealing the emperor's indifference. "Your acting is not bad, and your purpose and rhetoric seem flawless at first glance. But unfortunately, you have to play the whole show."

"From the moment I appeared, a sniper a hundred meters away began loading his rifle. His muzzle followed my movements, and his breathing was extremely irregular. That's because his hand was constantly on the trigger, ready to pull the trigger at any moment. A person's physiological tension is uncontrollable." Caesar pointed to his ears. "I can hear it all."

"Awesome! You're worthy of it... Gattuso!" Takada Wu was really praising Caesar this time. He stared at Caesar, endured the severe pain, raised one hand high, stretched out a finger, and then dropped it heavily.

This was a designed attack signal, and the target of the signal was the sniper. The sniper suddenly pulled the trigger the next moment he received the order. Caesar had been in the field of view of his sight, and he had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

With a crisp sound from the silencer, a heavy sniper bullet tore through the air and shot towards Caesar. Caesar of course caught the sound. He subconsciously wanted to dodge, but a hand tightly clamped his thigh... It was Takada Go!

It was too late to wave Dick Tudo to block it. Just before the bullet hit Caesar, a black shadow with a blade as fast as thunder cut the sniper bullet off its original trajectory.

Takada Go raised two fingers, and the people hiding in the dark rushed out.

"What should we do now? Chop them all down?" Chu Zihang asked loudly.

"There are too many people, and it's too slow to cut them down." Caesar kicked Takada Wu away and looked at the open venue. "Can you use your King Flame here? Will the thermals hit us again?"

"Of course I can, but I can't guarantee that I won't be able to bring down this building." Chu Zihang frowned slightly, "Besides, the academy's rules prohibit using words and spirits on ordinary people."

"You're responsible for the killing and arson, and I'll be responsible for writing the report!" Caesar said coldly, "The Fierce Ghosts... The Eight Snake Clans... When you pay the price, you'll know who you provoked!"

……

Today, all members of the Snake Eight Families are ordered not to go out, and the highest meeting will be held at the Awakening Temple of Genji Heavy Industries.

It is said that the patriarch of the Japanese underworld, Masamune Tachibana, is about to announce some earth-shattering events that will determine the survival of the Japanese underworld.

Chapter 252: Eri's Inexplicable Joy

"Eri, there's still some time before the meeting and I'm still free. Do you want your brother to play games with you today?" Gen Chisheng stood outside the door, gently pressed the bolt, and asked softly.

In front of him was a wooden and paper partition door, and opposite the door was the room where the head of the Uesugi family lived.

Even though Gen Chisei and Eri have a close relationship like siblings, he would not rashly barge into the girl's room. Before entering, he would always gently knock on the doorbolt. When Eri heard the sound, she would open the door and let him in. This was the default way of communication between them, similar to a secret code.

A bright fire lit up behind the door. Eri must have lit a candle. The candlelight cast the girl's figure on the paper window of the door. From the wide shadow, it was clear that Eri was wearing the shrine maiden dress she often wore.

However, to Genshi's surprise, the girl's reflection on the other side of the door shook her head. Eri actually rejected his game invitation, which was rare in the past.

Ever since Gen Chisheng took over as the director of the Executive Bureau, his workload has increased exponentially, and he has little time to play games with Eri. The girl gradually regards Gen Chisheng playing games with her as a reward, so she often behaves very well, thinking that as long as she is obedient, Gen Chisheng will play with her, and she will be very happy when he plays with her.

"Don't you want to play games today?" Genji asked. "How about watching a drama? Is there any anime or movie Eri wants to watch?"

On the paper window across the door, the girl's shadow still shook her head.

Yuan Zhisheng was startled.

He knew that although Eri seemed indifferent and had no interest in anything, she was actually a girl who was extremely afraid of loneliness. It was just that almost no one could enter her inner world, and the girl rarely opened her heart to others.

But for some reason, Eri and Minamoto no Chisei are naturally close. If there is someone to play games with her, Eri will never want to play alone. If there is someone to watch anime with her, Eri will never want to watch it alone.

She was born not to talk to others, so she communicated with others almost entirely through notes. On the first day that Gen Chisheng came to this family, he noticed this special little girl. After they had known each other for a week, Eiry handed him a note that read, "Brother, do you want to play games together?" That was the first time Eiry invited an "outsider."

Gen Chisheng stood outside the door, silent for a long time, a hint of worry gradually forming between his brows. He slowly asked, "Is Eri feeling unwell, or is there something wrong? If there's anything, you can tell me. In a few days, when I'm done with my work, I promise to play with you and take you to Tokyo to relax, okay?"

Eri in the room didn't nod or shake her head again. After a moment, a folded note slipped out from the crack in the door. Gen Chisei took the note and unfolded it. Writing on it in bold handwriting with a marker was:

"Brother is busy, don't worry, I will be obedient."

Yuan Zhisheng stared at the note for a long time, sighed silently, and a broad and warm hand was placed on his shoulder from behind.

"Dad." Yuan Zhisheng knew who it was without turning around. "Are you calling me to a meeting? Is it time for the meeting?"

"There are still fifteen minutes until the meeting begins, but all the family heads are already here. This meeting is very important, and they all take it very seriously," said Tachibana Masamune. "I just received news that Angers left a few hours ago and is now on a United Airlines flight, flight AA153, from Chicago to Tokyo. He will land at Narita Airport in about ten hours."

"Principal Ange himself? He came alone?" Yuan Zhisheng was surprised.

"Yes, Ange updated his Twitter status half an hour ago." Tachibana Masamune nodded. "'On the way to Japan, my seatmate was a beautiful woman attending a Tokyo fashion show. Oh, it's as lucky as winning the lottery!' ...That was his original post. At the end of the post, he also posted a photo with a blonde model. The girl was kissing him on the cheek. It looked very affectionate."

"It's just like the principal always does. He came to Japan alone and he even had the mind to chat up girls."

"Ange certainly has the capital to be so arrogant. For the past sixty years, he's always considered Japan his own backyard, and the eight families of Snake were his gardeners. He entrusted the garden to them, so it didn't matter if he hadn't visited for sixty years," said Masamune Tachibana. "His lack of visits to his backyard didn't mean he'd abandoned it. His gardeners suddenly resigned en masse, and Ange finally remembered to visit this land."

"It's natural for the principal to be angry. After all, we lost his best students." Thinking of those three lunatics, Yuan Zhisheng couldn't help but sigh.

"I know you're still resentful of me for stopping you from looking for those three children, but Zhisheng, you have to understand that your position doesn't allow you to do so." Tachibana Masamune also sighed, "They should have been sacrificed in the Jiyuan Project, but for some reason they survived. If they really fell into the hands of the fierce ghosts, it would actually be a blessing for the family. At least that way he..."

"Let's not talk about this anymore." Genjisheng shook his head. "Eryi seems to be in a bad mood since returning from the Jiyuan Project. Dad, since you're here, why don't you go in and check on her?"

"Let's forget about it today." Tachibana Masamune shook his head.

"Eryi's about to reach that age. It's normal for girls to be a little rebellious sometimes. Eryi isn't a bird in a cage. Sometimes we need to give her some space." Tachibana Masamune glanced obscurely at the girl's reflection in the doorway. "Let's go, Chisheng. Today is an extremely important day for you and the family. We still have a lot to prepare. Don't keep the heads of the families waiting for too long."

Yuan Zhisheng gently tapped the bolt of the partition door twice, making a crisp sound. A moment later, two gentle tapping sounds were also heard from inside the partition door, which was their secret signal to say goodbye.

The footsteps gradually faded away. After Minamoto no Chisei and Tachibana Masamune had completely left, the girl took off her loose shrine maiden costume in the reflection cast by the fire on the partition, and her figure in the shadow was graceful and slender.

In the room, Eri, wearing a red and white shrine maiden costume, blew out the candle. In the last moment of the candlelight flickering, the flame illuminated the crimson bloodstains on the inside of the shrine maiden costume, like flowers of the other shore blooming on the clothes.

She walked into the large bathtub filled with water in the dark. Besides playing games and watching anime with Gen Chisei, Eri's favorite thing to do was take a bath. For a girl of this age, the spacious bathtub was like her own little world, and Eri could hide in it and play for a long time.

But what was different today was that the first thing Eiry did when she entered the bathtub was to completely immerse herself in the water and run the water to clean her body.

Strands of red rose from the bottom of the water and were washed away by the new current. They were bloodstains. In the darkness, Eri's red-gold pupils were frighteningly bright. The girl did not light up her golden pupils on her own initiative, but shone uncontrollably. The girl was actually injured.

Eri immersed her entire body in the water. When she stood up, she was tall and slender, but when she curled up, she became a very small ball, like a cat.

She squatted down and touched her ankles. Her ankles, which were originally delicate and soft, were now cold and stiff. The sharp and hard scales had not faded away. Not only her ankles, but there were also a few stubborn scales on her back and neck.

The dilated and restless veins climbed up her thighs and neck like a dark blue spider web, and the fine blood vessels throbbed slightly under her skin like little snakes... This was the state of dragonization, and it had not been completely lifted. The dragon blood was still restless in her body, but it was much better than the state when she just returned home.

This is why Eri refused Minamoto Chisei's invitation to play the game. If she let Minamoto Chisei in, he would definitely discover that she was still injured. Eri didn't want Minamoto Chisei to see her current appearance. She was afraid that her brother would worry, and she was even more afraid that her brother would trace the cause of her injury.

She wasn't actually hurt by anyone. Those corpse guards and the corrupt dragon didn't have the ability to hurt her. Her injuries came from herself.

To be precise, she awakened her bloodline to an unprecedented maximum extent for someone. She suppressed that person's bloodline that was about to go out of control, and she herself almost fell into the brink of losing control. Fortunately, everyone was safe in the end, and her dragon transformation was gradually fading from her body.

Eri opened her eyes in the dark water of the bathtub. She suddenly loosened her tightly clenched hand. Fine bubbles rose and fluttered, and something floated up from the bottom of the water... It was a yellow rubber duck.

Just like the time not long ago when she was three thousand meters under the deep sea, in an isolated place, without a single light around, and nothing but sea water, she suddenly saw her little yellow duck in the water. Before she could be surprised, she fell into a big embrace.

If Eri wanted to break free, no hug in the world could trap her.

But when she saw the unconscious boy hugging her fearlessly despite facing her blade, her hands dropped. This was the first time she was hugged by a boy. She felt happy and dazed to be held tightly by someone, and she didn't know what to do.

Her name was shouted loudly over and over again, right next to her ear. She could even feel the heat gushing out of the other person's body hitting her cheek, like a warm frenzy washing over her mind. Something ignorant began to sprout in her heart. For the first time, the girl felt that she was loved by someone, as if she had become the greatest treasure in the world.

After an unknown amount of time, a series of large bubbles appeared on the surface of the hot water in the bathtub. Eiry suddenly remembered something and laughed happily underwater.

……

The elevator took Minamoto no Chisei and Tachibana Masamune all the way to the floor where the Awakening Temple was located, crossing the stream and the small bridge.

The heads of the various families were already waiting in the main hall. When Tachibana Masamune and Minamoto no Nakasei passed by them, the heads of the various families stood up at the same time and bowed.

Tachibana Masamune came to the first seat, but did not rush to sit down. Instead, he looked around at the heads of various families and suddenly spoke:

"Everyone, this is my last speech to you as the head of the family. I will resign from the position of head of the Sheqi Eight Families. All duties will be taken over by the head of the Yuan family. From now on, Yuan Zhisheng will become the new leader of the Sheqi Eight Families and serve as the head of the family."

After saying this, Tachibana Masamune came to the first seat and sat down. After the heads of the various families realized what was happening, they all stood up and bowed deeply to Minamoto no Nakasei.

Although this was not a formal inauguration ceremony, it was probably the most hasty change of patriarch in the history of the Snake Eight Families. With just a few words, another person was placed on the throne of the Japanese underworld emperor.

Generally speaking, the position of the head of a family is lifelong. Only when the previous head of a family is too old to hold a knife or even think clearly, will he say sickly on his bed, "The future of the family...is entrusted to you young people."

Although they are called young people, in fact, there have been few young people who have succeeded the position of patriarch in the past. Not to mention the old men, they are basically middle-aged uncles who are over half of their life and have sufficient qualifications to hold the heavy power.

Many patriarchs were only qualified to realize their ambitions and plans in the position of patriarch when they reached the age of Tachibana Masamune. It was unheard of in history that someone as young as Minamoto no Chisho succeeded to the position of patriarch.

But surprisingly, no family head raised any objection. Everyone seemed to tacitly acknowledge that Yuan Zhisheng was qualified to sit at the head of their group. Even though every family head here was older and more experienced than him, it seemed that only the young man was naturally suited to sit on that chair, as if he was born to be the emperor of the underworld.

However, the patriarch's succession to the throne was only the beginning of today's meeting.

"Anger's plane should be over the Pacific Ocean by now. You should have seen his Twitter updates," said the Inuyama family head. "Not only that, he also sent me a text message."

The content of the text message was projected onto the large screen behind them.

[How are you, Aha? I'm on a plane, United Airlines flight AA153, scheduled to land at Narita Airport at 4:35 PM. Remember to inform the heads of the eight families of Sheqi that Hilbert Jean-Anger has arrived.]

"What a flamboyant tone, just like the emperor going on a secret visit and notifying us to pick him up. He even specifically told us the flight number and arrival time." said the head of the Sakurai family.