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

"Don't be so irritable. It's hurtful to talk about money as soon as old friends meet. Shouldn't you sit down and have a drink and reminisce about the past first?" Ange smiled.

"Friends?" Master Yue sneered. "This is Japan. You're an American staff colonel who invaded our country during World War II. How can you have any friends here?"

"And you have absolutely no friends at my ramen stall." Chef Yue pointed at the well-dressed Ange, then at himself. "You look like someone from the upper class, and I'm just a down-and-out ramen chef. How can someone from the upper class have friends who make ramen?"

"It seems that you Japanese have a trendy culture called Cosplay, which means role-playing. You are quite into the role of the ramen chef." Ange poured himself a glass of shochu.

"What do you mean by pretending to be a ramen chef?" Master Yue raised his eyebrows. "I'm just a ramen chef, the real deal, honest and upright! I've been pulling noodles on this street for over sixty years!"

"But this entire street beneath our feet, worth $1.2 billion, is yours." Ange counted on his fingers. "Twelve billion dollars! An average person would have to run a ramen stall for 40,000 years to earn that much."

"I'm really poor. The income from selling ramen noodles is barely enough to support myself. I can't even afford the land tax for this street. Those guys still pay the tax for me every year." Master Yue sighed, "Owning a piece of land is useless if you don't rent it out or sell it. It's no different from owning a cemetery."

"But you have far more assets under your name than that," Ange explained, listing them off like a treasure chest. "You own three 10,000-ton oil tankers in Tokyo Bay, a twenty-acre orchard in Suginamu Ward, and a cluster of old houses in Shinjuku. Two years ago, a developer took a fancy to that piece of land in Shinjuku and planned to demolish those old houses. They reportedly offered a price no one could refuse, but they can't even determine the identities of the owners."

"Those were actually assets of the Uesugi family. They were transferred to me back then, but they haven't been reclaimed," Master Yue said. "When I left the family, I entrusted all my assets to a charity. They will invest the cash and liquid assets, and donate the profits to children in need. On the day I die, all my assets will be transferred to the dividend organization of the Sheqi Eight Families. They will ensure that the money will continue to be invested in public welfare."

"So you're indeed poor, but I never thought the former underworld kingpin would turn over a new leaf and become so engaged in public welfare. That's truly commendable." Ange clapped his hands softly. "You don't seem surprised to see me at all? You don't seem curious about why I know so much about you?"

"Ohkawabata Detective Agency, your student Inuyama He recommended you there, right?" Master Yue chatted with Ange and unconsciously put down the pot of noodle soup. "I also know some detectives, such as Mr. Maori who just left. Although Mr. Maori's ability to handle cases is average, in comparison, Mr. Maori at least has the bottom line as a detective, while those people in Okawabata can be said to have no bottom line at all. They sell information to both sides and make money from both sides. That's why I knew you had come to Japan early because someone called me. I was thinking about closing the stall and avoiding you for a few days, but I have been selling ramen for so many years and have set up the stall here every day without fail. I can't let my good soup be spoiled because of you, a bad apple!"

"Look at what you said, as if I were a plague." Ange pushed his wine glass aside and prepared to eat the fresh ramen. "Do you think I can't find you if you hide from me?"

"Of course you are the God of Plague. If you're not the God of Plague, then who is? You are the greatest God of Plague in the world!" Master Yue said indignantly. Then he sighed deeply as if accepting his fate and said in a dark tone, "Of course I know I can't escape you, the God of Plague. It's been over 60 years...Anger, you're still haunting me!"

Chapter 337: The Former Emperor, Uesugi Yue

"Come on, don't talk to me in that harem-like tone. Otherwise, I'd think you forgot to pay when I ordered something in Kakicho over sixty years ago." Ange looked at Master Yue and smiled. "I shouldn't have done anything so extreme to you, right?"

"Ange!" Master Yue was furious. "We haven't seen each other for so many years. We are already old men. Can't you be more polite? Whether we are friends, strangers, or enemies, more than 60 years have passed. Even the deepest hatred should have been resolved. Can't you learn to treat others with courtesy?"

"Treat others with courtesy?" Ange smiled. "Have you treated me with courtesy?"

"You probably don't know this, but the moment my plane landed at Narita Airport, Aga sent dozens of black-clad bodyguards to pick me up, including important officials from the Inuyama family and the Miyamoto clan. They sealed off the entire airport's immigration hall, and a fleet of over twenty Mercedes-Benz cars greeted me at the gate. The reception for me was held at Tamamonomae, the most luxurious nightclub in Shibuya. The heads of the Inuyama, Miyamoto, and Ryoma clans were all there." Ange smacked his lips, savoring the moment with the air of a veteran gangster. "Dozens of beautiful girls, adorned with gold foil, greeted me with their legs. Beautiful girls, leading the way in their respective fields, dressed in innocent school uniforms and sexy cheongsams, lit cigarettes and poured wine for me. Each of them was as beautiful as Yamaguchi Momoe and Nakajima Miyuki. I had drunken octopus with caviar as a topping, and smoked genuine, expensive Cuban cigars."

"Ahe, a mere family head, can do this? And you?" Ange looked at Master Yue with a half-smile. "You, the supreme ruler of the underworld, drank two ounces of your worthless wine as if it were your life. Your hospitality is simply outrageous... By the way, isn't my ramen ready yet?"

"Inuyama He is your student, but I am not your student." Master Yue corrected, "And I was only the former supreme leader of the underworld. I was only once! You should know that a fallen emperor is not even as good as a commoner, let alone the supreme leader of the underworld. I don't have Yamaguchi Momoe or Nakajima Miyuki here, only Takizawa and Yui. But I'm also sorry that they can't light your cigarette or pour you a drink!"

Master Yue pointed unhappily at a small 16-inch color TV placed in a hidden corner of the trolley. On top of the TV was a stack of pirated CDs. On the covers of the CDs, several famous Japanese action girls were facing the camera.

I guess this is Master Yue's hobby in his spare time when there are no customers at the ramen stall... But Master Yue is really strong. Even though he is so old, his hobby in this area is as strong as that of a young man.

"Oh, I think I've heard of these two actresses. They've been trending lately." Ang Re nodded. "That's great. You still have this virile physique. It proves that even though you're old, you're still as energetic as a young person. It seems I made the right choice to come to you."

"Can't you just let me go?" Master Yue gave a helpless smile. "Ange, you may still be the same you were back then, but I'm no longer the same person I was back then. As you can see, I've been making noodles for over sixty years, and I haven't touched a knife in over sixty years. I even use scissors to cut green onions. My few hobbies nowadays are to go to church and listen to the missionaries chanting, and then listen to the complaints of the customers who come to my noodle stall, and urge those young boys to bravely pursue love, and after they get the girls they like, bring them to my noodle stall for noodles... and then take a look at the absolute area that the young girls' stockings squeeze out between their thighs and short skirts..."

"That sounds interesting." Ange smiled and commented, "Your life is quite exciting."

"I'm not that cool!" Chef Yue poured the cooked ramen into a bowl and slammed the bottom of the bowl on the table. "If you need to do something, why not work with your student Inuyama He? He's always been loyal to you, or your other students. There should be many of your former students among the current Snake Eight Families. They're all smart, well-informed, and in their prime. Why would you come to me, an old man who's out of touch and on his deathbed? What kind of waves do you expect two old men over two hundred years old to stir up in Japan?"

"Don't say that. Don't we old folks have things that young people don't?" Angé watched Master Yue skillfully scoop out the noodles. "I remember you weren't like this back then. Time is truly formidable. It's smoothed over the once arrogant Emperor, turning him into a mere ramen chef and skilled waiter."

Ange stretched out his hand to take the noodles that Chef Yue had just served out of the pot, but Chef Yue hit the back of his hand with a pair of long chopsticks and pulled his hand aside.

The pair of long chopsticks wielded by Master Yue were filled with a fierce murderous aura, and the speed was so fast that people could not see clearly, as if what he was holding in his hands was not a pair of bamboo chopsticks, but the light of a knife and the shadow of a sword.

"It wasn't the years that wore me down like this... it was you, Ange." Master Yue stared into Ange's eyes, the two weathered old men's gazes meeting. "It's never time or hardship that destroys a proud person's pride. It's someone even prouder and more powerful than him, trampling humiliation and the soles of his shoes on the very things he's most proud of... I used to think I was the weirdest guy in the world, but I never expected there would be someone like you, an outlier among the weirdos... I have to admit, it's truly tragic to be born in the same era as a freak like you."

"Come on, we're not from the same generation. To be precise, I'm a full forty-three years older than you. According to seniority, I could be your uncle... And why can't I ever remember doing anything as rude as stepping on you with my shoe sole?" Ange rubbed the back of his hand, which was numb from Master Yue's sharp chopsticks, and stared at the steaming bowl of ramen in front of him. "Isn't this bowl of noodles made for me?"

"The soul hasn't been injected into the noodles yet, and the chopped green onions haven't been added yet!" Chef Yue said unhappily. He picked up a handful of chopped green onions and sprinkled them into the noodles. The rich aroma of the noodle soup wrapped in the fragrance of the chopped green onions filled the already small trolley stall, and the taste made people's mouths water.

Master Yue pushed the soul-infused noodle soup and a pair of clean bamboo chopsticks in front of Ange and said softly, "Eat this bowl of noodles and leave. I don't want to be involved in those disputes anymore. I just want to be a ramen chef. No one should come to me. I don't want to bother anyone. It's nice to sell ramen and listen to the missionaries chanting."

"Until the day I die, I will be buried in the church I often go to, called the Black Sky Shrine. It's small, but the missionaries there are very kind. If you think of me, you can bring a gentian or honeysuckle and visit me. They will probably build my grave under the old locust tree in the corner of the backyard... if you are still alive by then."

Master Yue kept his head down and his voice was hoarse when he said this, as if he didn't want Ange to see his expression.

"It's not going to work to act out a tragic drama with someone older than you." Ange rolled up a piece of ramen with his chopsticks and tasted it. "It tastes good, but it's still a long way from the 'Signature Black Truffle Soy Sauce Ramen' I had at 'Soba Noodles Tsuta' in Sugamo, Tokyo. Keep up the good work."

The tone in which Ange encouraged Master Yue was like a boss motivating his ramen chef whom he had employed for more than sixty years. The restaurant he was talking about, called "Tsuta", was the first ramen restaurant in Japan and the first in the world to be awarded a Michelin star.

"Ange, I really can't help you. I left my family sixty-two years ago. I'm no longer the young and energetic emperor sixty-two years ago. I'm just a relic from the old times. The emperor of the Snake family, Uesugi Yue, died in 1945." A fleeting haze flashed across Uesugi Yue's eyes. "My life has been a mess since the year I lost to you. I'm exhausted. Only selling ramen can make my life easier. I'm now Master Yue, the ramen seller. A master who only knows how to make ramen and boil soup is useless to someone like you who wants to do big things."

"That's a coincidence, isn't it? I just happened to need a ramen chef. It's precisely because you don't have any position right now that I came to you. And you're the only one I can find in all of Japan." Ange said, "I can't rely on Aga and the others. It was Aga who asked me to come to you. Do you know why Aga asked me to come to you?"

"Why?" Uesugi Yue was stunned, and involuntarily let Anger lead the topic to change. "Because you had a falling out with your family?"

"Because Ahe told me that there's no one trustworthy in the current Sheqi Eight Families. When Ahe and I first met, we had a small conflict. Someone took advantage of that conflict and tried to kill us both. Unfortunately, this plot was discovered by another student of mine, and the plotter's plan failed." Ange said, "What I mean is that there's a dangerous person hiding in your family, and this dangerous guy is planning something extremely terrible. He wants to kill me because I would hinder his plans."

"Extremely terrifying? How terrifying?" Uesugi Yue asked casually, still maintaining a relaxed expression. "Is there anything more terrifying than Mr. Hatano announcing his retirement from the film industry tomorrow?"

"Someone has been resurrected...'God'!" Ange stared into Uesugi Yue's eyes.

When he heard the word "God", Uesugi Yue suddenly stopped washing his chopsticks. Visible astonishment appeared in his eyes, and the relaxed expression quickly disappeared from his face. A pale and unbelievable expression covered his face... Unexpectedly, the "terrible thing" in Ange's mouth was really more terrifying than Hatano teacher's announcement of retirement from the film industry!

……

Genji Heavy Industries, above the collapsed screen wall.

The endless explosions were deafening. After the ceiling of the screen wall layer collapsed, the screen wall layer and the floors above it became a whole.

Previously, Yuan Zhisheng had placed obviously too much explosives for safety reasons. After the ground beneath their feet collapsed, there was still some residual explosives that had not been ignited. The explosion had lasted for more than two minutes and had not yet stopped.

Raging waves of heat and flames engulfed the entire space. The intense heat made it nearly impossible to open one's eyes, but even with their eyes closed, one could still sense the dazzling flames rising hundreds of meters away from the three of them... That was the epicenter of the explosion, the weapons depot on the screen wall layer, where flames surged into the sky like clouds.

In the flames, all the flammable weapons in the armory were ignited. Tons of bullets exploded due to the high temperature. Tens of thousands of warheads were fired wildly and at high speed in the empty space. The stray bullets almost hit Caesar and the other two who were more than 500 meters away.

The black snake shadows crawling in the distance were engulfed by flames and bullets. The Deadpools let out dying howls in the flames. These were definitely not sounds that could be produced by a human throat. Those howls were like the most miserable evil spirits in the depths of hell, which made people shudder with fear.

The armory turned into a blazing fire. After a series of explosions, there were continuous "crackling" sounds in the fire. It was the flames and high temperature that were burning the moisture in the Deadpool's body. If no one put out the fire and there was enough air, the corpse oil of one or two hundred Deadpools would probably burn forever before it would go out on its own.

Yuan Zhisheng's plan was quite successful. All the bombs in the armory plus the C4 plastic explosives brought by Caesar and Chu Zihang successfully connected the upper and lower layers. A huge amount of air rushed into the screen wall layer frantically. The flames were like a rising fire dragon, swallowing up all the life of the Deadpools... These monsters that had tortured Caesar and the other two for several hours finally perished, but at this moment none of the three could feel the slightest joy of surviving the disaster.

The huge dragon-shaped shadow of Deadpool was like a heavy mountain pressing down on the three people's hearts, making it almost impossible for them to breathe.

No one knows why that terrifying creature appeared in Genji Heavy Industries. It is already incredible that someone secretly raised a snake-shaped Deadpool, and the dragon-shaped Deadpool seems to be able to command those snake-shaped Deadpools... But now is not the time to think about these problems.

The crisis was not over yet. It was impossible for that thing to die just by falling from such a height. It was probably buried in the huge rubble and rocks on the floor. The huge explosions might have had some deterrent effect, but when the dragon-shaped Deadpool was sure that there was no danger outside, it would definitely break out of the rocks at the first possible moment and pounce on Caesar and the other two... All three of them knew this very well.

"Caesar, you climb up my body and grab Murasame." Chu Zihang said to Caesar, "Then take Yuanjun away and take my Murasame with you. Yuanjun, you have to leave Spider-Kiri and Doujikiri to me, and I will stop that thing."

He had no expression on his face when he said this, as if to say, "You guys go away first. I'll count a hundred against the wall here and then come find you."

"I am the team leader, and the work that should be left behind should be done by me." Caesar said in a deep voice.

Chapter 338: The one who goes to die, the friend of justice

"Caesar, you know in your heart that your physical strength has reached its limit." Chu Zihang shook his head and rejected Caesar's suggestion to stay behind to cover their retreat.

There was a sound of something hard cracking above them, and Chu Zihang turned his head to look upwards.

Above their heads, the crack in the wall where Murasame was stuck was widening and deepening at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Don't worry about it. If we delay any longer, we will fall from here before the dragon-shaped Deadpool attacks us. Then no one of us will be able to escape." Chu Zihang exerted force with his arms and pulled Caesar and Yuan Zhisheng up together.

He grabbed Caesar's hand and placed Caesar's palm facing inward on the hilt of Murasame's sword, then he let go of Murasame's sword. Losing his support point, he began to fall downwards. While falling, he pulled out Spider-Kiri and Douji-Kiri Yasutsuna from Caesar's arms.

"Hey, why don't you bring my Desert Eagle with you?" Caesar turned his head and yelled at Chu Zihang's back.

"No need." Chu Zihang fell towards the shadow wall and replied without looking back.

There were still two refined sulfur mercury core armor-piercing bullets issued by the academy in Caesar's Desert Eagle, but the lethality of only two bullets against such a huge dragon-shaped Deadpool would be limited. Besides, Chu Zihang's firearms skills were not as good as Caesar's, so it would be better to leave the Desert Eagle to Caesar to make full use of it. Yuan Zhisheng's ability to move would not recover for a while, and Caesar's physical strength was already on the verge of exhaustion, so as to avoid them encountering a lone Deadpool on the next floor and being caught off guard.

Moreover, for Chu Zihang, only a knife could give him a fuller sense of security at this time... The man hidden deep in his memory, who told him to run away while staying behind to cover his retreat, and who rushed towards the god with only a long knife in his hand.

Chu Zihang was not falling aimlessly, but running downwards at high speed with his toes on the wall, controlling the direction of his fall. His acceleration was even faster than free fall. When he fell to a certain speed and stepped through a deep and narrow gap, Chu Zihang suddenly turned his body, and the blade of the Spider Cutter precisely fit into the crack on the wall.

Chu Zihang's rapidly falling figure suddenly stopped. After three cycles of falling, running along the wall, and finding a crack to buckle the long knife into the wall, Chu Zihang landed safely in front of the last gap three meters above the ground.

His entire landing process was extremely difficult. If a senior executive bureau commissioner witnessed Chu Zihang's actions here, he would have to sigh that he was a madman or a pervert. During the fall, any mistake could cause a fatal crisis. This required extremely high physical fitness, timing control ability and mental concentration of the commissioner. What's more, Chu Zihang's current physical strength is not much better than Caesar's.

After landing, Chu Zihang immediately put the Spider Cut and the Boy Cut to his waist. This was to reduce his visible target in the eyes of the enemy. Moreover, he had practiced Iaijutsu and the Sword Drawing Slash, so he could draw the sword from his waist faster than swinging it in the air.

The four walls of the armory were flattened by the previous explosion. Whether it was the ancient Shinto, the shocking murals, or the huge statues of gods and demons, they were now completely unrecognizable. The screen wall layer was completely connected with the upper layer of space, becoming an extremely open space.

There are scattered rubbles nearby. Maruyama Construction used plenty of materials when building the ceiling of the screen wall layer. These marbles were broken into huge blocks and buried on the floor of the screen wall layer, mixed with the fallen statues of gods and demons and the collapsed wall fragments, turning the originally wide shrine road into a rugged and rugged rocky road. When walking on it, you must always keep your eyes on your feet and test each step with your feet before taking it, because no one knows whether the structure made of these scattered rocks is stable enough.

In the distance, the original location of the weapons depot had turned into a sea of ​​fire, with flames burning fiercely, emitting endless light and heat.

Countless dark shadows were either crawling or standing in the sea of ​​fire. From a distance, it looked like the fire god Hephaestus was furious, sending down raging flames of fire as a divine punishment for the guilty monsters.

It was impossible to see further away. The visual distance only extended to the original location of the armory and stopped abruptly at the burning group of Deadpools. That was the only source of light in this space. Because the flames burned so vigorously, all the light seemed to be swallowed up by the sea of ​​fire. The extreme light was followed by extreme darkness. From a distance, all one could see was the inky blackness behind the sea of ​​fire.

The dragon-shaped Deadpool could rush out from the rubble under his feet at any time. In some places, the rubble was piled too high, just like a small mountain standing in front of you. In this situation, even Chu Zihang lost his judgment.

In the extremely open and messy space, there are many places for the behemoth to hide. Maybe when you pass by the next pile of stones, you can turn your head and see a ferocious golden vertical pupil hidden in the pile of stones, quietly looking at you... Anyone who sees this picture will probably feel their scalp explode and have difficulty breathing. People who are not so able to withstand pressure will probably faint on the spot.

Chu Zihang stepped on the gravel and moved forward slowly step by step against the cracked wall. He took every step very cautiously, and his footsteps were so slow that almost no sound could be heard. One of his hands gently groped the wall, and the other hand slowly pressed on the handle of the spider knife at his waist, slowly retracting and releasing it. In this environment, only by doing something could he maintain calmness and sufficient mental concentration.

Chu Zihang knew in his heart that there must be a huge monster hiding in the darkness ahead, but his expression remained as hard as iron. Only if he stayed here with the determination to die, would his friends Caesar and Yuan Zhisheng have hope of survival... Chu Zihang has always been such a person. He never backs down on issues like "who will do the most dangerous job".

He walked slowly forward at the junction of light and shadow. The dazzling fire in the distance cast his shadow on the cracked wall, making it look extremely hideous. The jumping spots of light made it difficult to tell whether the gravel road under his feet was smooth or winding... Maybe the previous step was the abyss, and the next step was hell.

……

Caesar took Yuan Zhisheng and climbed to the fourth floor above the screen wall before stopping. He carried Yuan Zhisheng and threw him roughly to the ground. He leaned against the elevator entrance and gasped for breath, like a drowning man who had just come ashore, and he almost inhaled all the air on this floor into his lungs.

"I know what you're thinking, but going downstairs to find Chu Zihang isn't a wise choice." Yuan Zhisheng could barely hold himself up. He leaned against the wall, his voice still a little weak. "You seem to have a method that can temporarily improve your bloodline, but it should be difficult to use in your current state. You'll only die if you go down now."

"Give up your life?" Caesar's voice suddenly rose, as if Yuan Zhisheng's words had ignited the fire in his belly, as if he wanted to vent all the negative emotions accumulated over the past few hours. "Ever since we chose to stay in this building with you to face those damned Deadpools, every moment we haven't been giving up our lives?"

"Don't talk to me about rationality. If we were truly rational, we would have blown up your Kaguya-sama and walked away." Caesar stared into Genji's eyes. "But we didn't do that. We didn't choose the rational option from the beginning, so we couldn't remain rational in every choice we made later."

"We were surrounded by the Deadpools several times and nearly died, and it was only because we were crazy enough that we survived. I was furious enough to push my Blood Rage to the second stage. Chu Zihang was desperate enough to bet everything on you, thinking you had the ability to wipe out all the Deadpools... In desperate situations, only madmen can survive. Reason will only lead to death." Caesar turned his head to look at the deep elevator shaft. "Just like that idiot Chu Zihang, who rationally asked us to leave, but rushed to die himself."

"Honestly, I still don't quite understand the relationship between you two," Yuan Zhisheng said. "You're clearly rivals, two people who dislike each other, yet you don't want the other to truly disappear. Isn't that a contradiction?"

"There's a reason I dislike that guy. He seems to treat everyone the same, but deep down he's incredibly selfish," Caesar said. "Like just now, I'm the team leader, but he's giving me orders without question. What gives him the right to give me orders? What I can't stand most is people speaking to me in a commanding tone. I'm also incredibly selfish, and even God can't change my decisions."

"If a tiger and a lion are locked in the same cage, they'll naturally fight to see who's stronger," Caesar whispered. "But if one of them dies, the other will certainly be lonely... But even if I tell you this, you won't understand. You're the only emperor of the Snake Eight Clans. The other half-bloods in Japan are nothing but trash and garbage in front of you. You'll never feel like you've met your match."

"I really don't understand what it means to meet a worthy opponent, nor do I understand what it feels like to risk your life to save your opponent," Yuan Zhisheng said. "But I can see that Chu Jun is determined to die to cover our retreat. If we die here, wouldn't that be a betrayal to him?"

Yuan Zhisheng was so weak that he didn't notice that Caesar's face was getting darker and darker as he said this.

"You're the team leader. Your biggest responsibility is to ensure as many members of the team as possible survive. Otherwise, you'll be letting down those who survive, and you'll also be letting down Chu Jun, who bravely sacrificed himself." Yuan Zhisheng said seriously, "This is the ironclad responsibility of our enforcement bureau. It sounds cold-blooded, but we have to admit that following this ironclad responsibility is the most efficient. In our years of battling 'ghosts,' we've learned that those law enforcers who harbor compassion and are indecisive usually don't end up well. Even if their loved ones turn into 'ghosts' right in front of them, they must kill them without mercy, not to mention their teammates and friends. Sacrificing the entire team for one dying person is truly foolish..."

Before Yuan Zhisheng could finish his words, Caesar suddenly stood up and kicked Yuan Zhisheng to the ground with the burnt and worn soles of his leather shoes. He sat on Yuan Zhisheng, grabbed his collar, and looked ferocious.

"Listen, I don't care what absurd logic you Japanese have or what shitty responsibilities you have, but in my principles, Caesar Gattuso, there is no principle of abandoning friends! I live for my principles, and I must die for my principles!" Caesar looked down at Yuan Zhisheng and shouted, "Yes, although I don't like that guy Chu Zihang, I also regard him as my friend. I admit it! If my friend dies for my survival, and I follow your Japanese rubbish principles and abandon my friend to live a miserable life, then I am no different from scum like you! Now I finally understand that deep down in my heart, I don't hate Chu Zihang at all, not at all! Despicable guys like you are the people I hate the most!"

"Chu Zihang and I are risking our lives here for you. Only if Chu Zihang and I leave here alive, you, a despicable Japanese, will be qualified to survive. If Chu Zihang dies here, I, Caesar Gattuso, will also die here! And don't even dream of escaping! Don't even think about it!" Caesar angrily punched Yuan Zhisheng in the face, knocking that feminine and handsome face to the side.

Caesar was furious, furious beyond measure. He'd thought that even though Genji had deceived them more than once, they were at least comrades in arms after having experienced life and death, and could be honest with each other... But what had the emperor said? He spoke of hypocritical rationality and ironclad duty! He used such a high-sounding excuse as a shield to save his own life. Only a villain who couldn't survive more than three episodes in a movie would say such words!

Could this person be the emperor of the mixed-blood world? What had the White King left in the genes of these descendants? Aside from immense power, was there nothing but a head full of shit? Caesar had never regretted anything in his life, but he had to admit that betting his and Chu Zihang's lives on this man was truly the most foolish thing he had ever done!

"Gattuso-kun..." Yuan Zhisheng coughed twice and spoke slowly, "...let me finish what I have to say first."

Caesar looked at Yuan Zhisheng coldly.

"It is foolish to sacrifice the entire team for a person who is going to die, but it is not Chu Jun who should die." Yuan Zhisheng said softly.

"What do you mean?" Caesar was stunned and frowned slightly.

"What I want to say is that this war should have been my war from the beginning, and I should be the one to die. You and Chu Jun stayed for me. Although I am very grateful to you, in my heart you are stupid. This is my true thought." Yuan Zhisheng looked into Caesar's eyes.

Chapter 339: "Stupid" Yuan Zhisheng

Caesar still kept holding Yuan Zhisheng's head tightly, as if he would slam his head against the wall at any time.

"Chu Jun, who is going to die, is a fool. Gattuso, who wants to die with Chu Jun, is also a fool. But I have to admit... I don't know why, deep down in my heart, I envy you fools." Yuan Zhisheng said softly, "Unconsciously, I feel like I have become a fool myself by staying with you."

"What do you mean?" Caesar frowned slightly.

"Gattuso, you're both overly proud and overly righteous," Yuan Zhisheng said, gazing directly into Caesar's eyes. "I have a proud side, too. I don't want to be called a 'hypocritical Japanese' or a 'despicable scum' by you... Actually, I've also thought about becoming... a 'friend of justice.'"

"Friend of justice?" Caesar raised his eyebrows.

"Yes, friends of justice, just like Ultraman and the Golden Armor Warriors in special effects films. Every child in Japan likes them because they are the embodiment of justice, and every child fantasizes about being a friend of justice." Yuan Zhisheng's tone was inexplicably serious. "For example, my sister loves watching Ultraman, and I'm often forced to watch it with her."

"Are you mocking me?" Caesar frowned.

"No, really not." Gen Chisheng shook his head. "My sister is Eri, and she's the head of the Uesugi family. At the beginning, I was indeed forced to watch the show "Ultraman Tiga" with her. The plot tells the story of monster villains from outer space invading the earth. The earthlings fought against the aliens and were defeated again and again. Then the righteous Ultraman appeared and drove the monsters away after a hard fight. At first, I thought this kind of special effects film was really childish and low-level, with ridiculously fake special effects, and every episode was the same routine. But Eri really likes to watch this show over and over again, as if this special effects film has some mysterious magic. I have no choice but to watch it with her over and over again."

"But even I couldn't believe it. This kind of special effects film, which I initially thought was childish and suitable only for young children, actually attracted me as I watched it." Yuan Zhisheng sighed softly.

"I began to look forward to the appearance of Ultraman, the protagonist raising the zodiac stick and turning into light, Ultraman changing his form and fighting monsters, and Tiga launching the Zapeshmerga Beam to blow the enemy to pieces... The Zapeshmerga Beam is Ultraman Tiga's most powerful skill. As long as it is used, it will most likely defeat the villain monster." said Yuan Zhisheng.

Caesar still frowned and looked at Gen Chisei quietly. Until now, he still couldn't understand the real thoughts of this Japanese man and why he suddenly started talking about Ultraman.