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

Yuan Zhisheng's mouth widened in shock, his voice filled with disbelief. "Are you saying that World War II started simply because the Japanese, Germans, and other European hybrids felt that the distribution of resources was unfair, and then dragged the entire world into the war?"

"Yes." Uesugi Yue nodded. "Because of the defeat in World War I, Germany, as the defeated country, signed the Treaty of Versailles. However, the mixed-race Germans felt that the exploitation and plundering of them by Britain, France and the United States were too severe. These historical legacies are one aspect."

"Another reason is that Germany, as the defeated party, ceded the Danzig region to Poland. Originally, this was simply to create a land and sea route to the Baltic Sea, known as the 'Polish Corridor,'" said Uesugi. "The German side cited the 'Polish Corridor' as a reason for their dissatisfaction, claiming it separated East Prussia from mainland Germany. But in reality, Hitler discovered that the ceded land leading to the Baltic Sea might contain the secrets of the dragon race. So, he transformed himself into a fanatical invader and formulated the 'White Plan,' a swift 'blitzkrieg' against Poland. Later, the Soviet Union and Britain and France, which had pledged to protect Poland, also joined the war."

Yuan Zhisheng was silent for a moment, digesting this huge amount of information. The world-encompassing war was caused by the plundering of resources by hybrids. This was so different from the history he knew that he couldn't help but be surprised.

"You just said that your family instigated the Japanese military to join the battlefield, involving both the Japanese and American sides." Yuan Zhisheng paused. "Are you referring to the attack on a certain port?"

"Yes, there was a dispute between the family and the Secret Party back then. Germany tipped off the family that the Secret Party's leader, Hilbert Jean Ange, and the North American mixed-blood leader, Henkel, were secretly negotiating in a certain port," Uesugi Yue said. "So, the attack on the port was ostensibly an indiscriminate attack by Japan on the American fleet anchored at a port on Oahu, Hawaii. But in reality, the family wanted to use this airstrike to eliminate the Secret Party and the North American mixed-blood leaders all at once. That way, the family could swoop in and divide up the resources held by the Secret Party and the North American mixed-blood alliance in one fell swoop."

"But the air raid failed to kill the principal and Henkel, but instead dragged the United States into the battlefield?" Yuan Zhisheng asked.

"Yes, how could the legendary dragon slayer Gilbert Jean Ange be killed so easily? That incident was actually a successful surprise attack, but it was also one of the most costly strategies in the history of warfare." Uesugi Yue sighed softly. "The Japanese army's move angered the United States, and the secret party saw my family's behavior as a provocation. Ange, furious, joined the US Navy as Chief of Staff. From then on, my life was changed by that guy!"

"In fact, I was still living a carefree life in the years before the war. Back then, the United States hadn't even joined the battlefield. My daily work consisted of giving wartime speeches, affixing the seals of the Eight Houses of Sheqi on each victory report, and then busying myself with my wives to have children, following the family's mission," Uesugi Yue said. "But with Ange joining the US military, and the US military joining the world's battlefields, the war suddenly became more intense, and my good days were over."

"At that time, the war between Germany and France was becoming increasingly intense. My mother was in the Catholic Church in France. Although the Catholic Church had international protection, who knew what that madman Hitler would do? I tried to contact my mother like crazy, but I never received a response. I began to attack my family."

"I threatened the family that if they couldn't help me find my mother, they'd forget about me for war mobilization and the family's breeding work," Uesugi Yue said. "My subordinates were also in a difficult situation, so they asked the German Chief of Staff for help. He personally went to the religious society where my mother worked, but the nuns there said she left France a long time ago, years ago, before the war. No one knows where she went, which is why I haven't been able to contact her."

"I was very worried about my mother. She clearly told me that she would stay in France for the rest of her life and wait for me to find her, so why did she leave for no reason? I don't know, but the situation at the time didn't allow me to think about such things." Uesugi Yue said, "At that time, the Soviet army captured the Reichstag in Berlin, Hitler committed suicide, and the German Empire collapsed. The empires were all in decline, but Japan's momentum remained strong because my family firmly believed that the defeat on the battlefield was only temporary, and the victory of the mixed-blood competition was the key."

"So those frenzied leaders shouted the slogan 'Fight for territory, one hundred million sacrifices,' and launched an extreme policy of universal military service," said Uesugi Kotsu. "Until one day, an atomic bomb was dropped on Hiroshima Prefecture, Japan, turning the city into a living hell. Terrified by the blow, Japan insisted on the emperor's surrender despite the opposition of their families."

"Then Principal Ange came to Japan?" asked Yuan Zhisheng.

"Yes, that man named Gilbert Jean Ange arrived in Japan on the USS Iowa. He came with such arrogance and arrogance. He told the family with an arrogant attitude that we had failed and they had won, and the losers would accept the punishment of the victors. From now on, the Eight Snakes would be under the jurisdiction of the secret party." Uesugi Yue said, "But how could the Eight Snakes, who were used to being local tyrants, willingly be brought under the command of a European hybrid? The heads of the families took turns resisting, but no one was a match for Ange. At this time, I knew that as the head of the family, I had to stand up."

"Is that when you challenged Principal Ange?" Yuan Zhisheng asked. He had always been curious about the outcome of this battle.

"Yes, at that time I told myself that my family had not failed. As long as I killed the man named Ange, the European half-bloods would be leaderless, and my family would see the dawn of victory again," said Uesugi Yue. "So I decided to carry the honor of my family and challenge the leader of the secret party, the world's most powerful dragon slayer, Gilbert Jean Ange."

"This isn't so much a challenge as it is an assassination. I am the one and only emperor, my bloodline is unmatched, and I have the conviction to win... But who knew that this guy, Ange, was a complete freak who transcended common sense!"

"You were defeated by the principal, right?" Yuan Zhisheng asked.

"Yes, I slacked off during the family's kendo practice. Ange's kendo was as sharp as a ghost. I tried to capture him with my Word Spirit, but his 'Time Zero' was too unpredictable. Every time I released my Word Spirit in Ange's direction, he would appear behind me the next moment." Uesugi Yue smiled bitterly and shook his head. "He swung his two Japanese swords like whips, lashing me with the backs and handles. He beat me like a child. In the end, I couldn't even stand up. I rolled on the ground, wailing, covered in wounds."

"It sounds like you lost miserably," Yuan Zhisheng said.

"Who says I wasn't? But I was young and hot-headed back then. I didn't know how to admit defeat. Even as I lay dying on the ground, I kept accusing the Secret Party of being hypocritical. It was obvious that everyone wanted to plunder each other's resources. We weren't the only ones at fault. It was just that the Americans were lucky and won, so they had the final say. He fought for the Secret Party, and I fought for my family. We were all fighting for our own interests, and no one was right or wrong." Uesugi Yue said, "I still remember the way Ange looked at me. It was like he was looking at a coward making excuses for his failure, a foolish child who knew nothing but spoke nonsense."

"Ange sat next to me and lit a cigarette. He blew a puff of smoke in my face. The smoke made me cough. Ange asked me if I knew what sins those German bastards and our Japanese bastards had committed in the history of the war."

"My job was to give speeches in the safety of the palace. Of course, I didn't know any of this, but I stubbornly told Ange that this was a war, and every combatant in the war was guilty. Didn't the Americans also use super-large-scale weapons like atomic bombs, killing more than 80,000 of us in a single day?"

"Ange told me that the atomic bomb was a response and a deterrent to our attack on the port. Death in war is not uncommon, but the massacre of civilians in war is a loss of humanity," said Uesugi Yue. "Then Ange told me about the German concentration camps and what happened in Nanjing, China. My body turned to stone, and my eyes twitched uncontrollably, but I still couldn't believe it. I angrily accused Ange of slander, saying it was just his one-sided story. He wanted to use it to destroy my will, and he had no evidence at all..."

"But Ange's next words made me feel like I was falling into the abyss."

The Longsan Middle School section will end tomorrow

Chapter 386 Rewriting Destiny

"What exactly did the principal say to you?" Yuan Zhisheng asked curiously.

"Ange took another drag on his cigarette and blew the smoke into my face again. He looked at me with eyes of immense sorrow, as if he were a mad beggar." Uesugi Yue grabbed his hair. "But I've always been the emperor, high and mighty. I couldn't stand Ange's gaze, which was filled with both contempt and pity. I angrily told him to either produce evidence to refute my words or just beat me to death and put an end to it all."

"But Ange remained unmoved by my provocative words. He simply told me in a very calm tone that before coming to Japan, he had investigated the current head of the Snake Eight Clan, which meant he had investigated my background," said Uesugi Yue. "Ange said he knew my name was Uesugi Yue, and that I grew up in France, dependent on my mother. My bloodline awakening even attracted the attention of the secret party at the time. He also knew that my father was Uesugi Hideo, who died twelve years ago from a woman's belly. He also knew that my mother was Charlotte Chen, a lifelong nun in the French Catholic Church who left France five years ago for Nanjing, China, and ultimately committed suicide in that city."

"She committed suicide..." Yuan Zhisheng's pupils widened, his face filled with disbelief. "But why did your mother commit suicide? Isn't suicide forbidden in Catholicism?"

"At the time, my face was full of disbelief. I was exhausted, but when I heard the news about my mother, I don't know where I got the strength from. I got up from the ground, grabbed Ange's collar angrily, and loudly asked him why he spread rumors that my mother was dead." Uesugi Yue's face was full of grief, and he said in a voice that was almost a roar, "I roared that my mother couldn't be dead, she must still be alive somewhere in this world, surrounded by a group of lovely children. The children all loved her and affectionately called her 'Mom' or Aunt Charlotte. Mom was like an angel shining on the world. How could an angel die? You can insult me ​​or beat me up, but you are not allowed to curse or slander my mother!"

"I tried to see a hint of guilt or timidity in Ange's eyes, but there was none. Ange's expression was calm and serious, and the way he looked at me was filled with sadness and pity." Uesugi Yue covered his face, but could not hide the pain in his voice. "I hate Ange looking at me like that. His eyes seemed to tell me that my mother was really dead... I staggered back to the corner, picked up a long knife from the ground, and rushed towards Ange like crazy. I wanted to cut this man who insulted my mother into pieces!"

"As a result, Ange once again beat me to the ground. While beating me, he told me in a stern teacher's tone that I was a little kid who knew nothing. He said I was stubborn and unyielding, that I had been brainwashed by the dogmatic Japanese lifestyle, and finally said that my mother's spirit in heaven would feel sad for me if she saw me like this." Uesugi Yue said, "I really didn't have any strength left. I collapsed to the ground. Ange's long sword swung like a whip to tame horses, beating me to pieces. But I no longer felt pain, I just felt numb. I used up my last bit of strength to ask the man who beat me so mercilessly. I cried and asked him...is my mother really dead?"

"I still remember Qing Ange's exact words: 'I've seen too many stubborn brats like you. Since you won't believe anything I say, why don't you use your own eyes to verify it? Your family's battle reports contain the truth you seek to know... I hope you'll grow up after knowing the truth and stop being a spoiled brat.'" Uesugi Yue said. "After hearing Ange say that, I completely fainted."

"I woke up again on the morning of three days later. My body had actually recovered long ago, thanks to my strong bloodline, so the injuries weren't serious. But my subconscious was avoiding reality, unwilling to wake up. During those three days in a coma, I kept dreaming, nightmares, and every time, my mother was gone," Uesugi Yue said. "After regaining consciousness, I immediately summoned the priests, the family's senior members, and those soldiers who had experienced the battlefields of World War II. I questioned them one by one, but all I got was a shake of the head. None of them knew where Sister Charlotte was."

"So I had the family priests bring me war reports, but with every page I turned, my rage grew." Uesugi Yue clenched his fists, "Because all the information has been tampered with! Five years ago, we were clearly the aggressors, but we've been made victims! Even some scandals that I knew about, some mistakes made by Japanese officers, are not mentioned in the family history. All that's left is praise and commendation for those soldiers in World War II, and slander against other countries!"

"The family actually tampered with the true history!" Yuan Zhisheng was also shocked and angry.

"It's not just my family, but all of Japan. Everyone involved in the war is falsifying history. They disguise themselves as victims and never mention their own crimes, as if they were the ones who suffered the most injustice in this war!" Uesugi Yue said, "I originally thought that both sides of the war were at least equal in terms of merits and demerits, but this hypocritical face of my family makes me increasingly inclined to believe Ange's words."

"I just wanted to know news about my mother, but no one told me. Everyone in my family complained to me, from the powerful elders to the lowly soldiers who had fought in World War II, as if they had suffered tremendous pain in the war." Uesugi Yue said, "Their expressions really made me sick. In a rage, I rushed into the family shrine and burned those documents full of nonsense. I singled out an old priest... Remember the old priest who fooled everyone at my coronation ceremony because he wanted to save face? Later, he became my best friend. I felt that everyone in the family was deceiving me, but he didn't dare to deceive me. I only believed what he said."

"Finally, the old priest sighed and told me the truth of five years ago... a cruel truth that no one in my family dared to tell me." Uesugi Yue gritted his teeth, the veins in his neck bulging. "It turns out my mother died five years ago in Nanjing, China. She committed suicide. It turns out that what Ange said was true. I was deceiving myself. He didn't lie to me at all."

Gen Chisheng looked at Uesugi Yue's painful and distorted expression, and he was also heartbroken at the moment. He had heard about Uesugi Yue's life, so he knew how much his father loved his grandmother, and he also knew how kind his grandmother was... A simple, pure, kind-hearted woman who dedicated her life to the Lord, why would she go against the teachings of the Catholic Church and choose to use suicide to understand her life?

"That was a crime committed by our country's soldiers. The old priest told me that in October 1937, Japanese soldiers broke into Nanjing's city gates like a swarm of locusts. They burned, killed, looted, and committed all kinds of atrocities. Men were mercilessly killed by their bayonets, and women were brutally raped by them. They even spared no women from the Catholic Mission opened by the French in Nanjing." Anger rose in Uesugi Yue's eyes.

"To save the innocent women and children in the church, the Catholic nuns had the women dress up as nuns, disguise themselves as nuns, and flee the city overnight under the church's protection," said Uesugi Yue. "But just as they were about to board the large ship crossing the river, the crying of a child woke up the Japanese troops stationed nearby. The commander was Major Fujiwara Masaru, a man with no reverence for God. He ordered the troops to stop all the women and violently tore off their clothes, only to discover they were all fake nuns."

"Fujiwara Katsu?" Gennosuke felt that the name sounded very familiar. He suddenly remembered that Tachibana Masamune described to him that before leaving his family, Uesugi Kotsu rushed into the shrine and cut off the spirit tablet. The name of the World War II hero was Fujiwara Katsu.

"Fujiwara Katsu was overjoyed. He said that tonight was a revelry for the Japanese soldiers. They had brutally raped those pitiful and helpless women, and then mercilessly killed them. They used the women's corpses to test their swords, and even spared no children," said Uesugi Yue. "The old woman who led the team witnessed this hellish and bloody scene and could not bear it. She rushed towards Fujiwara Katsu's sword. Before she died, she cursed that these inhumane soldiers would be punished by God and even Satan would despise them."

"Fujiwara Katsu laughed wildly and said he was Satan. He ordered the soldiers to pile up the bodies of six Chinese women, with the old woman who had cursed him on top. He was equipped with a sharp sword, the 'Nanabi-dōkiri'. He jumped high and cut the seven bodies in half..."

"The old lady who was killed was..." Yuan Zhisheng murmured.

"Charlotte Chen... The old lady's name is Charlotte Chen!" Uesugi Yue's voice was filled with endless anger, like a lion's roar, "The old lady who was forced to death by Japanese officers was my mother!"

Gennochi suddenly felt an unrivaled aura erupting from Uesugi Yue.

The curtain of the trolley was swaying wildly, and the rain curtain outside the ramen stall was shattered by an invisible force. Gen Chisheng raised his head against the pressure, and he saw that Uesugi Yue's pupils had turned into a red-gold color like magma, as fierce as the burning sun. Gen Chisheng felt that the blood in his body was being pulled by a very powerful bloodline, and it became uncontrollably restless.

"I was practically going crazy. I couldn't accept the truth that my mother was dead. I kicked the old priest over and pushed through the crowd, running out. No one dared to stop me. My rage was so intense that I felt like the whole world was on fire. Everyone fell to their knees, fearing they would be harmed by my rage," said Uesugi Yue. "I yelled in the family, 'Who is Fujiwara Katsu?' 'Fujiwara Katsu, get out here!' I rushed from my bedroom to the family shrine, but no one responded. It was as if 'Fujiwara Katsu' didn't even exist."

"I won't let Fujiwara Katsu go. There's no point in him hiding, because I'm the emperor of Japan's supreme family. If I want to execute a Japanese, I'll definitely pull him out, even if he hides at the ends of the earth..." Uesugi Yue's face twitched. "At this time, the old priest I kicked down limped over and told me that Fujiwara Katsu could no longer be executed because he was already dead. On the day the Emperor announced his surrender, Lieutenant Colonel Fujiwara Katsu committed seppuku. His real name should be Miyamoto Katsu. He was a branch of the Miyamoto family and his status in the family was not even high. But the family historian said that his suicide proved his Bushido and military spirit, so his spirit tablet was placed high up in the family shrine, and he was worshipped as a hero by future generations!"

"Hero... The family actually regards such a person as a hero!" The corners of Yuan Zhisheng's eyes twitched.

"That traitor certainly doesn't deserve the title of hero!" Uesugi Yue roared. "I was so angry. I had already grasped the knife and had to swing it. So I found my wives, but after killing them, I regretted it. I looked at their bodies and thought, what's the difference between me and Fujiwara Katsu? Mom told me so many stories from the Bible, but I didn't learn true feelings and love!"

Uesugi Yue pulled the roots of his hair in pain.

Minamoto no Chisei finally understood the whole story. When he was young, Uesugi Koshi was indeed as dissolute as Tachibana Masamune described, but he was not a fugitive from the family who had committed heinous crimes... On the contrary, it was the family that owed his father.

At this moment, Yuan Zhisheng also figured out why his grandmother, who was a devout believer in God, finally chose suicide, a way of dying in hell. It was not because she could not bear the sight of girls being ravaged, nor was it because she was punishing herself for not being able to protect these innocent women... It was because she knew that her child would be the emperor of Japan, and these thugs who committed all kinds of evil on the battlefield were all her child's subordinates. For every innocent person who died on the battlefield, her child would have to bear a heavy sin. A full 300,000 people died in Nanjing, and this mountain of sin was simply unforgivable!

So the kind-hearted old lady chose to commit suicide. She wanted to go to hell to meet Satan because her sinful son would also go to hell!

"I think I understand you." Gen Chisheng looked at Uesugi Yue, "I'm sorry for you... Father."

Gen Chisei took a deep breath. He was not very good at comforting people, so all he could do was fill two cups with shochu, push one in front of Uesugi Yue, and pick up the other cup and drink it all in one gulp.

Uesugi Yue was startled, his body shaking uncontrollably. He looked at Minamoto Chisei in disbelief, and placed his trembling hand gently on Minamoto Chisei's head. Those two words kept echoing in his ears...Father...Father!

Uesugi Yue looked towards the direction of France. His withered hands trembled as he took out a silver cross from his collar. His lips trembled as he recited silently.

"Mom... Mom... Did you hear that? My child is calling me dad... I am also a father..."

"Even someone like me... can I hope for the happiness of having children and a family... Someone as sinful as me... can I even have the right to be called a father..."

"Mom... I wish you were still here... I really want you to meet... my children..."

The mother's figure seemed to appear in my sight, but it turned out that the old woman's eyes were already blurred with tears.

Someone once said that a man’s life changes when he is called father.

On May 15, 2011, a group of bigwigs from Japan broke into a ramen stand on a Tokyo street corner and left, changing the fate of a man named Uesugi Koshi.

Chapter 387 Handsome Boy

The sky was getting light, between dawn and daybreak, and the violent storm gradually subsided, as if foreshadowing that this long night was about to pass.

In the back street of Tokyo National University, the lights of the ramen stall were still on. Ten minutes ago, Gen Chisei had left here. In the curtain of warm yellow light, only Uesugi Yue was tidying up the food table and washing the bowls, chopsticks, cups and spoons used by the customers.

Two figures walked slowly from the end of the long street, seemingly talking about something. As they got closer to the ramen stall, their voices became louder and louder.

"Is this damned shabby place like Japan completely devoid of humanity? I've searched so many streets, but why are there so few all-night bars and restaurants? And why do they all have minimum spending requirements? The more affordable izakayas are all packed!"

"We can't help it. The weather was so bad last night that most businesses closed. It's not surprising that indoor venues were full. Besides, in Tokyo, only high-end places are open all night. It's understandable that others would refuse us because of a 'minimum consumption' rule... After all, we look no different from beggars now."

"Damn it! I've never been treated like a beggar in my life," another person complained in a tone of extreme dissatisfaction. "However, I just wanted to go to Takama-ga-hara and change into two sets of clothes before leaving, and take out the remaining change hidden under the sofa. Why don't you agree?"

"The sewer tunnel beneath Genji Heavy Industries is blocked off. We can only enter through the main gate of Takama-ga-hara, but Takama-ga-hara will remain open until morning. If we sneak in like we're doing now, we'll be too conspicuous," said the man with the heavier, calmer voice. "Besides, weren't you just complaining about being hungry and insisting on finding something hot to eat?"

"Yeah, so in this fucked-up place of Japan, there isn't even a decent oden or ramen stand that can serve us."

"We've already reached the back streets of Tokyo University. The affordable all-night ramen stand the izakaya owner mentioned should be nearby. I heard the owner is a veteran chef, Chef Yue, and he's very easy to get along with," the calm voice said. "But you're so hungry, and the izakaya owner invited you in for a drink, so why did you refuse her?"

"You mean the proprietress named Aiko?" another person raised his voice. "Oh! Didn't you see the look in that woman's eyes? It was the look of a predator, as if I were her prey. She invited me to her bedroom, but it wasn't an invitation to have a drink with her at all. She wanted to eat me... and she's even as old as my bastard dad!"

"Oh, so you're not interested in mature women? But I see that many of your clients in Takamagahara are of this type."

"That was just a casual act, just a casual act, understand? If Nuonuo knew I was flirting with those women, I believe she would understand me. Two months, Nuonuo will disappear for at most two months, so I can't find her trace... But if something really happened between me and that izakaya owner named Aiko, it would mean that my character has been disqualified. In that case, not only Nuonuo, but I myself would not forgive myself. How would I be any different from my bastard father?" Another person said righteously, "And do you have the nerve to say that to me? Those women in Takama-ga-hara were stroking your abdominal muscles and shouting 'Siguo Yi Nei', praising your strong muscles as hard as marble. If Xia Mi knew about this, you would be even more miserable than me, right? Wouldn't Xia Mi pull out your cramps and skin you?"

"That yellow-lit cart up ahead is the ramen stand, right? We're here."

"I didn't expect such a respectable chairman to be so abrupt in his ability to change the subject."

The two came to the ramen stall, and the moment the curtain was lifted, the two uninvited guests looked at the master chef in the ramen stall, and the atmosphere seemed to freeze for a moment.

The two of them slowly sat down at the table in front of the food counter. The more composed one of them said, "Hello, Chef. We'd like to have two bowls of ramen."

"We're closed. We're not doing business or receiving customers today." Uesugi Yue glanced at the person who came and waved his hand casually.

The two people at the ramen stall exchanged glances, wondering if the izakaya proprietress hadn't told them the stall was open 24 hours a day. The affable Chef Yue would always serve a bowl of steaming hot ramen to any hungry person who came to the stall, even a beggar. So, how could the ramen chef before them be so different from the one the izakaya proprietress had described? Could it be that they had come to the wrong stall?

Seeing that the two hadn't left yet, Uesugi Yue frowned slightly, but still said patiently, "The ramen is sold out. All the ingredients are gone. The ramen chef is going to go get some more. If you really want to eat ramen, walk down this alley to the end and wait by the roadside. There's a chain ramen shop there that opens at 7:30."

"Are you Master Yue?" One of them asked Uesugi Yue in a tentative tone.

Uesugi Yue's heart moved, thinking why this conversation sounded so familiar... He suddenly remembered that not long ago, when Gen Chisei came to his ramen stall, something very similar seemed to have happened. After being rejected by him on the grounds that the stall was closed, he asked him if he was Master Yue.

So Uesugi Yue stopped himself from saying no and began to carefully look at the two uninvited guests in front of him.

The old man was really irritated by the "heavyweights" that came one after another today. The scene when these two people came to the ramen stall was exactly the same as when Lu Mingfei and Gen Chisheng came to the ramen stall. Thinking of the embarrassing words he said without knowing the identities of Eri and Gen Chisheng, Uesugi Yue still felt ashamed and embarrassed. He was afraid that these two were also heavyweights, and he had accidentally neglected them, or said something embarrassing for no reason.

Among the two men, one of them has long golden hair, ice-blue eyes like bright sapphires, tall figure, and extraordinary demeanor... However, this man who is obviously not a simple character was ignored by Uesugi Yue at a glance. Uesugi Yue's attention was more focused on the other low-key man.

The other person had black hair and standard Asian looks. His face was as cold as a knife, he was thin, and his temperament was deep and cold... Just looking at his temperament, this person was actually somewhat similar to his own child Yuan Zhisheng.

His three children, Eri and Gennochi, have all been to his ramen stall. Looking at the black-haired young man, Uesugi Yue couldn't help but have a bold and reasonable guess in his mind.

"Are you... a little girl?" Uesugi Yue stared at the black-haired young man, his voice trembling slightly.

Faced with Uesugi Yue's question, the black-haired young man was visibly stunned for a moment. He frowned slightly and asked in return, "Who is the young girl?"

"Isn't she a little girl?" Uesugi Yue was stunned by the young man's question. He asked uncertainly, "Really? Not a little girl? You are not Master Kazama Ruri?"

"Master Fengjian Liuli?" The black-haired young man shook his head truthfully, "No."

"What's your name?" Uesugi Yue's words no longer contained the tension and anticipation, but he still pressed the question without giving up.

"Ukyo." Another young blond man couldn't bear to watch any longer and answered for his companion, "His name is Ukyo Tachibana."

"Ukyo Tachibana..." Uesugi Yue was stunned. He looked at the black-haired young man, then turned his head to look at the blond young man.

Both of them had serious expressions on their faces, but Ukyo Tachibana... who would have such a ridiculous name in modern society?

For a moment, Uesugi Yue was not sure whether the two young men were playing a prank on him.

Uesugi Yue had just opened his heart to Minamoto no Chisei, and his emotions had not yet come to terms with the memories of his mother and Minamoto no Chisei's words about his father, when these two suddenly appeared. If these two guys were to play a prank on an old man like him while he was waiting for his child with great anticipation, Uesugi Yue would not let these two ignorant kids off easily.

"As for me, you can call me Basara King," the blond-haired young man introduced himself with a smile, then shook his head slightly. "The rules in Japanese restaurants are really troublesome. There's always a minimum order requirement, or the female owner has murderous eyes. This ramen stall is even more bizarre. Diners are even required to introduce themselves. What a shameful rule."

"Master, my name is Basara King and his name is Ukyo Tachibana. I have told you our names. Now can you serve us two bowls of ramen? Basara King and Ukyo are almost starving." The blond young man urged.

Basara King... this name is even more ridiculous, it sounds like an insult to one's intelligence.

Looking at the young man talking nonsense in front of him, Uesugi Yue took a deep breath and resisted the urge to throw these two psychos out: "So, you two don't actually know me, right?"

"Hmm? Are you some famous person?" The blond young man frowned slightly. "Before eating ramen, you have to meet the ramen chef. This can't be a traditional Japanese culture, right? Today is really bizarre. After meeting the strange izakaya owner, I met a strange ramen chef."

"Baga!" Uesugi Yue couldn't help but growl. He was certain that these were two bad boys who came to play a prank on him. In Japan, there are often such bad boys who like to play pranks on ramen chefs or fried chicken shop owners.

Uesugi Yue's low growl startled both the blond and black-haired young men. The blond looked at the ramen chef who looked like an angry lion, then looked at his black-haired companion, puzzled, "He's just a ramen chef. What's so strange about not knowing a ramen chef? Is there any need to be so angry? No wonder they say the Japanese have strange personalities. This is more than just strange... it's outrageous!"

"He certainly doesn't look like the 'easy-talking Chef Yue' we heard about. Perhaps we've found the wrong ramen stall." The black-haired young man nodded, agreeing with the blond. He lowered his voice and said seriously, "This old man seems emotionally unstable and his speech is illogical. He looks like he has signs of mania, schizophrenia, and even Alzheimer's."

Then the observant black-haired young man noticed the adult video disc that Uesugi Yue had placed on the black and white TV. He pointed at the disc and said to the blond young man, "The old man probably has endocrine disorders."

"I see." The blond young man suddenly understood.

Listening to these two little bastards slandering him to his face without any hesitation, Uesugi Yue was so angry that his beard was about to stand up. He picked up a colander and a rolling pin and was about to teach these two little bastards who didn't know how to be humble and respect their elders a lesson.