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

Ms. Chiyo was still very angry this time and was defeated early, but Caesar's cards were still scattered like telephone numbers. He felt that any card he played had the possibility of exposing Ms. Chiyo... until Lu Mingfei played a five-tube.

Ms. Chiyo grabbed the five-tube card and pushed it happily... She won again, Lu Mingfei chose the cannon.

Caesar looked at Ms. Chiyo's cards. It turned out that Ms. Chiyo had a Hu general card. He patted his chest with lingering fear... He was just about to play a two.

Lu Mingfei also pushed his cards away. Caesar looked at it carefully and was stunned... Lu Mingfei still had a five-tube card in his hand.

It turned out that Lu Mingfei had already gathered a pair of generals, but separated them in order to preserve Caesar's last bit of dignity.

"You are so brave, Junior Brother." Caesar whispered to Lu Mingfei in Chinese.

"It's not often I can be so righteous!" Lu Mingfei took off his outer pants. "Hurry up and think of a solution, Boss. Senior Brother is being watched closely by that woman. It seems that he can't play any role. Finger... this pig is simply the opposite. How can the two of us, two cobblers, defeat such a shrewd female Zhuge Liang?"

"Although I don't want to admit it, the situation is indeed not optimistic. Finkel provided indirect support to that woman, and Chu Zihang provided her with spiritual support. We appear to be two against one, but in reality, it's two against three!" Caesar's face was unusually heavy. "If only some force majeure could disrupt this game right now!"

At this moment, the waiter who had been guarding the entrance to Takama-ga-hara stumbled in: "Seniors!"

"Why did you come in without knocking? Can't you see we are entertaining Ms. Chiyo? What's the big deal that's worth disturbing our distinguished guests?" Caesar blamed the waiter, but he clutched his clothes tightly in his hands. He was hoping that something would really help him out of this predicament.

"The... the gangsters are here!"

Chapter 527: Takamahara Under Siege

The waiter in Takama-ga-hara was used to the world, but he still couldn't help but look surprised at this moment.

Because the underworld and the male escort parlors have never had any connection, and the underworld would not even come to the male escort parlors to collect protection fees. The male escort parlors are not within the business scope of the underworld. But tonight the underworld came to the door, and it seemed that the scene was not small.

"The underworld?" Caesar, Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang looked at each other and their expressions changed immediately.

Caesar jumped up from his seat, put on his pants, put on his coat and rushed out the door. He didn't even have time to button his chest, and the wind blew in from his collar. Chu Zihang also jumped up from his seat. Ms. Chiyo next to him was startled by him. Chu Zihang also quickly put on his clothes meticulously, as if he had never taken them off.

Lu Mingfei also stood up, but he didn't leave rashly like Caesar and Chu Zihang. Instead, he buttoned his shirt and said to Ms. Chiyo, "I'm sorry, Ms. Chiyo, there was an emergency in the store. It's our fault today. We will find a way to make it up to you if we have the chance. Thank you for your support tonight for Takama-ga-hara and us."

"What happened out there?" Ms. Chiyo was also a little panicked, but not scared. "Are they gang members looking for trouble? Sakura, have you offended any gang members? I represented the Tokyo gang a few years ago and have some connections with them. Do you need me to help you?"

A slight warmth passed through Lu Mingfei's heart. Although Ms. Chiyo was indeed a bit lustful and strong, after knowing her for so long, Lu Mingfei knew that this woman was not a bad person by nature. Now that she heard that gangsters came to their door, she even offered to help Lu Mingfei and the others out of trouble. This exceeded the concern of the guests for the gigolo's affairs, and was more like a mature elder sister who wanted to protect them.

"It's okay. Miss Chiyo, there's no need for you to intervene. The matter is a bit complicated, but don't worry, we can handle it." Lu Mingfei bowed slightly to Ms. Chiyo. "But please stay here for now and don't go out. We don't know the specific situation outside. The streets may not be safe, but we will at least ensure that Takama-ga-hara is not violated. The manager said that as long as customers are in Takama-ga-hara, they are absolutely safe."

After saying that, Lu Mingfei also followed Caesar and Chu Zihang out of the door, leaving only Ms. Chiyo and Finkel staring at each other in the mahjong room.

"They all lack professionalism, but I'm a disciplined person. Do you need me to stay here and protect you?" Finkel looked at Ms. Chiyo and gestured to his muscular body. "Or, sir, do you need any services from me? Although I'm new here, I know quite a few tricks, such as Chinese cupping, Thai massage, and Indian foot massage..."

"No need." Ms. Chiyo interrupted Fingel coldly, "You get out too."

Ms. Chiyo stared at the seemingly perverted strong man with caution... She felt that it was even more unsafe to be in the same room with this man.

"It's so sad. Those three pretty boys with ulterior motives can become famous stars, but people with a true service spirit are not welcomed. It's so unfair!" Finkel complained as he walked towards the door. "A cool guy like me has no market anymore. What Caesar said is right. This country's aesthetic is hopeless. This country's aesthetic is hopeless!"

……

The dance floor on the first floor of Takama-ga-hara was empty at the moment. This popular and bustling place had never been so deserted. Although it was closing time for Takama-ga-hara and the guests had already left, even the gigolos and waiters were nowhere to be seen. The seats and the floor were covered with the mess of tonight's revelry, and the cleaners were nowhere to be seen.

Caesar and Chu Zihang, who was following closely behind him, looked at each other with serious expressions.

Caesar walked to the door and pushed open the gate of Takama-ga-hara.

Kabukicho, known as the "street that never sleeps", was unexpectedly dark. Strip clubs, male host parlors, izakayas, and even entertainment venues that were usually open all night were all closed. Only the sign of Takama-ga-hara was still lit, like the only shop with living people in a dead city, looking lonely and eerie.

A light drizzle had already begun to fall from the sky. The raindrops that passed over the neon signs above Takama-ga-hara were dyed with a pink halo. Gradually, the rain began to fall heavier, and the raindrops hit the roof and glass windows, making crackling sounds.

"Where is the gangster that the waiter mentioned?" Caesar asked, looking at the deserted street.

"I don't know. The waiter who came to inform us just now didn't make it." Chu Zihang shook his head and whispered, "But something must be happening. The atmosphere is not right. We have been here for more than two weeks. Have you ever seen Kabukicho so quiet?"

"No, this is the busiest street I've ever known. Now, seeing it so desolate, it feels like my stud dad has suddenly turned good." Caesar shook his head. "It's an awkward feeling, like some giant monster is hiding in the storm, but the rain is so thick that we can only vaguely sense its body blending into the darkness behind it."

"Your description is very accurate. I also feel that a deadly danger is approaching." Chu Zihang described his feeling. "It's just an intuition, like a wild beast hiding in the jungle. I can sense its presence, but I don't know when it will suddenly pounce on me, from which direction, or even where to avoid it."

Caesar felt even more depressed because Chu Zihang's intuition had always been very accurate.

The most important thing is that the waiter said before that gangsters came to their door, but now they went out to check but there was no one there... But this does not mean that the danger has disappeared. Their situation has become even worse, because Takama-ga-hara where they are hiding has been exposed, but the enemy is still hiding in the dark, and no one knows what tricks they are planning.

Caesar and Chu Zihang suddenly turned their heads, because a beam of light poured down from far above them. It was emitted from the top of the building on the opposite commercial street... There was a huge screen hanging there all year round for rental advertisements. It was the most central and conspicuous location in the new dormitory area. The advertising fee for one day was astronomical. Usually, only posters of national idols or stars could be projected there.

In a dark environment, a sudden strong light will deprive people of their vision. Caesar squinted his eyes and looked at the big screen on the top of the commercial building across the street... Then his face changed instantly, his pupils widened with surprise, as if he was frightened by something.

Against a golden background, a poster of Caesar wearing a Takamagahara uniform suddenly appeared on the screen, with a coquettish smile on his face. Next to the poster were written his nickname and real name "Basara King - Caesar Gattuso", as well as information such as gender, age, height, weight, blood type and time of entering the industry. The information was extremely detailed... It didn't look like a promotional advertising space bought for them by fans, but rather like a fanatical paparazzi who leaked Caesar's privacy and then announced it to the world.

And it's not just Caesar's, the screen is scrolling. The next poster is Chu Zihang's. Except for the background becoming sea blue, everything else is exactly the same as Caesar's, including the nickname, real name, and all personal images... The next poster is Lu Mingfei's, and the background has become cherry pink. The next one is a photo of Finger, and the background is a monotonous white, and the time he entered the industry is "0" days.

"Hey, I'm on it too!" A surprised voice came from behind Caesar and Chu Zihang, but the next second it turned into a complaint, "Damn, why do you all have cool backgrounds, all dressed up, and I'm just a plain white backdrop, and I still look so boring in the photo?"

The person who was speaking was Finkel. The photo of him on the screen was taken secretly when he was being chased by gangsters. At that time, Finkel was covered in dust and ragged clothes, looking like a down-and-out homeless man.

"Wouldn't it be better if you put a photo like this up there so no one could recognize you?" Lu Mingfei's voice rang out beside Finger. "After all, having your photo on a wanted poster isn't a good thing."

However, what they didn't expect was that after the photo of Fingel scrolled by, there was no poster of Caesar's reincarnation... but the fifth person, Kazama Ruri.

The background of Kazama Ruri is light purple. The photo was taken when he was performing at the Kabuki-za. In the photo, Kazama Ruri has light makeup on his face and a loose costume on his body. He is smiling lightly, and his smile reveals the temptation that can make women infatuated. It has to be said that this boy-next-door man really has an enchanting temperament that can charm everyone when he is performing.

"This guy was also photographed." Caesar's face was gloomy. "It seems that the guy who projected us on the screen already knew that Kazama Ruri was in Takama-ga-hara."

"Everyone's background is a different color, and these colors should hint at our personalities." Chu Zihang said expressionlessly, "The enemy seems to know us very well."

"There's no doubt this is also Herzog's work." The light from the commercial building's screens reflected in Lu Mingfei's eyes. "Combined with the fabricated story of his senior brother assassinating Tachibana Masamune, the misunderstanding is getting deeper and deeper. This is a big problem."

"Whose misunderstanding is it?" Finkel asked without thinking.

Lu Mingfei rolled his eyes and ignored him.

The originally dark buildings lit up one after another, from left to right, and this lifeless world was illuminated bit by bit. The LED screens on the facades of all the buildings took turns scrolling posters of the five of them, and their faces occupied almost all the skyscrapers in Shinjuku District.

This sudden noise would definitely wake up many people. As long as the residents of Shinjuku district opened the curtains and looked out the window, they would see four coquettish and effeminate unfamiliar faces filling their vision, plus a sloppy homeless man... This is simply a huge deal. Even if these advertisements are only played for half an hour and occupy hundreds of advertising screens, the money burned is conservatively estimated to be at least 1 billion yen!

Chu Zihang's palm subconsciously pressed on Murasame's knife handle, and then suddenly released it. He looked around, as if some beast would really jump out from some dark corner.

"Here it comes," Caesar whispered.

Caesar's golden eyes lit up in the night, the "Sickle Weasel"'s territory opened, and the wind demon returned to Caesar's brain with the message. He could hear the roar of beasts hidden in the sound of rain... the roar of groups of steel beasts.

The roar of the engine, the shrill tire noise, the frantic shouting, the assembled guns... all came with such force that it looked like they were about to go to war.

In fact, there was no need for Caesar to remind him, because the streets were shaking slightly, ripples were forming in the puddles formed by the rain, the woods in the distance were rustling and swaying in the strong wind, and the shadow of the helicopter passed over the city like a giant black bird.

"Oh my god, what a big scene, with so many people!" Finkel was a little scared. "It looks like Takama-ga-hara isn't safe anymore. Why don't we run away before they surround us?"

"It's too late, we can't leave." Chu Zihang shook his head.

The helicopter approached the sky above Takama-ga-hara, and the searchlight lit up a white halo that enveloped them. They had all done exquisite hairstyles before receiving the guests tonight, but now their hairstyles were blown messy, and the wind pressure and rain made their hair fly wildly.

"Exposing our privacy is one thing, but blowing rain on us is insulting!" Finger wiped the cold water off his face, "All my makeup tonight is ruined!"

Then Finkel looked around, trying to find comrades who shared the same hatred for the enemy as him, but he found that everyone was standing in the rain without saying a word, with expressionless faces and standing still, with an air of "not dancing with the fallen leaves in the autumn wind"... It turned out that he was the only one who was like a drowned chicken, so Finkel shut his mouth tactfully.

The road was illuminated, and a tide of white light poured into the street. One, two, three... and finally rows and rows of cars. Countless black Mercedes-Benz cars drove into the street, and the roar of the engines was deafening.

Following closely behind the Mercedes-Benz convoy were huge trucks, transport vehicles and buses, which were parked at the intersection, blocking all exits from Kabukicho with their bodies.

Some men came on motorcycles, with large machetes and short-barreled shotguns hanging on the back seats. These men were all burly and fierce, looking like the fierce leaders of various gangs.

Whether it was the black Mercedes-Benz fleet or the ferocious motorcyclists, these people approached Takama-ga-hara, but all braked ten meters away from Takama-ga-hara.

Men in black got out of the car. Some of them were holding Remington hunting rifles, some were holding short-barreled hunting rifles, and some had high-powered Bollett pistols hidden in their sleeves. Everyone had a knife in their hands... These men in black all had a knife in their left hand and a gun in their right hand, and they looked like a well-trained army.

But the men in black only got out of the car and did not advance towards Takama-ga-hara. They stood facing Caesar and his men from a distance of ten meters. Anyone could feel that their eyes hidden behind their sunglasses must be filled with murderous intent.

Chapter 528: The Fifth Hundred and Twenty-Seventh Account

There is no doubt that these men in black are members of the Sheqi Eight Families or the gangs under the Sheqi Eight Families. The murderous aura they exude is clearly off the charts.

This is normal. After all, they all thought that the culprit who assassinated their former head, Mr. Masamune, was hiding in the store in front of them. The fact that they didn't come up with individual rocket launchers and explosives to raze Takama-ga-hara to the ground was a testament to the patience of these gangsters.

Caesar was also a little confused.

The enemy's grand display clearly indicated they were out to hunt them. They should have engaged them immediately, using human wave tactics and overwhelming force to capture them. Once they were captured, everything would be easy. Everyone knew that delays lead to complications. Or did the Sheqi Eight Clans simply lack the confidence to capture them quickly? Or perhaps they believed their capture was a sure thing, so they were simply building a human wall to trap them, trapping them like a turtle in a jar?

Or are these people not here to hunt, but to negotiate?

But even though the other side seemed imposing, and those men in black certainly looked a few brave warriors...if negotiations were to take place, shouldn't Yuan Zhisheng, the patriarch, be the negotiating representative? Even if things were to change, shouldn't the patriarch at least be someone of the rank of head of the family? What was the point of only a bunch of nameless minor figures coming forward?

"I understand! This is what you Chinese often call 'showing your power', right?" Finkel clapped his hands, instantly breaking the tense and oppressive atmosphere. "They sent so many people out, hoping to use their momentum to oppress us and put us under mental pressure. Sometimes mental torture is more unbearable than physical torture. This way, when the time comes to settle the score, they can ask for exorbitant prices! Or maybe we can't hold on any longer and surrender!"

"You're very good at guessing the enemy's psychology?" Caesar glanced at Finkel. "How about you represent us in negotiating with the people from the Sheqi Eight Clan?"

"No, no, this negotiation has to be handed over to someone with some impressive presence. Who can be more impressive than the president of the Student Union?" Finkel shrank his neck. "At worst, the Lionheart Club president will do, or even Xiaolu, who's ranked S, will do. You're all top gigolos, so you can show off your skills during negotiations. I'm just an intern gigolo, ranked F, and asking me to be your representative... It's not appropriate, it's not appropriate."

Finkel glanced at the sharp knives and black gun muzzles in the hands of the men in black. Everyone knows the principle that the first tree to stick its head out gets shot down. Anyone who dares to show up at this time is a fool, right?

If the other side is willing to negotiate properly, that's fine. I'm afraid they don't want to talk at all. Then they'll ask who's leading this group, and if I step out, I'll be shot to death. Wouldn't that be an unjust death? These three guys are the cause of this trouble, and I'm the one being blamed and hurt. Who can I turn to for justice?

"Is their big shot entangled in something?" Chu Zihang asked, "What could be more important than the assassination of their former patriarch and the Dragon King of the Ghost Clan? Has the King General reappeared? Or is there something wrong with the 'God'?"

"I'm not sure, but I'm more confused about whose orders these people received to come here?" Caesar frowned slightly. "Gen. Chisei? Fuma Kotaro? Or another family head? They look like they want to kill us, but whose orders are restraining them? If we can't judge their intentions, how can we negotiate with them?"

"They shouldn't be sent by Minamoto Chisei. If he wanted to find us, he would have come secretly instead of sending so many people, all armed with weapons, looking like they were going to fight." Lu Mingfei pondered for a moment, "It should be the head of the Fuma family or the head of the Sakurai family. In fact, the reason why these people didn't rush to act can be guessed in part. They thought we assassinated Tachibana Masamune and now we are hanging out with Fengjian Liuli, the Dragon King of the Menggui Clan. They can't help but think that we might have allied with the Menggui Clan. On the surface, we have no grudges against Tachibana Masamune, so in the minds of the heads of the eight Snake families, the assassination of Tachibana Masamune was an instruction from the Menggui Clan, or a gift for our surrender to the Menggui Clan."

"If the Eight Snake Clans think that we and the Fierce Ghost Clan have joined forces and are on the same side, then we are undoubtedly our enemies. Shouldn't they just crush us directly?" Chu Zihang wondered.

"No, if we truly form an alliance with the Ghost Clan, the Snake Qi Eight Clans will definitely try to dig out as much information as possible from us about the Dragon King, the King Generals, the Ghost Clan, and the 'Gods,'" Lu Mingfei whispered. "But Feng Jian Liuli hasn't appeared at the moment, and they're not sure whether the Ghost Clan's Dragon King is in Takama-ga-hara behind us, so they'll be cautious. The more calm we appear now, the less the Snake Qi Eight Clans will be able to grasp the current situation, which will give us more bargaining chips."

"Oh, oh, oh, I get it. So these people are just paper tigers, right? Even though they have guns in their hands, they don't dare to shoot at us?" Finkel puffed out his chest and raised his head, feeling that he was in good shape again. "Then we don't need to be timid at all. We can be more arrogant!"

"I see you're eager to provoke them," Lu Mingfei said, looking at Finger. "Let me give you an analogy. These men in black are like a group of ferocious beasts. They were already enraged by the news that you assassinated Tachibana Masamune. However, these ferocious men are bound by the iron chains of the Sheqi Eight Clan's leaders, so they're only ten meters away from us. But you insist on using your fat body to seduce them... Brother, let me ask you, have you ever seen a lion that absolutely won't bite?"

Finger, who was about to make a provocative face at the men in black, shrank his neck again when he heard Lu Mingfei's words. He nodded behind Lu Mingfei and said, "Junior brother, I see that you are quite good at taming animals... You must have been a veterinarian in your previous life, or a circus animal trainer!"

"Why don't you just tell me that I was a 'beast' in my previous life?" Lu Mingfei rolled his eyes and didn't want to pay any attention to him.

"Senior, the kitchen is empty. We're out of the fried tempura and Tom Yum Goong soup pot you requested. We only have ready-made glutinous rice, seaweed, and salmon slices." A voice came from the door of Takama-ga-hara. "I made four servings of sushi rolls for you. Make do with that for now. I can go out and buy the rest for you."

The waiter who had rushed to the mahjong room to tip off came over with two large trays filled with exquisite sushi.

The division of workplace status in Japan is very strict. Fingel is now an apprentice gigolo. As long as one is a gigolo, whether apprentice or formal, his status is higher than that of a waiter, so there is nothing wrong with the waiter calling him a senior.

In just a few days after arriving in Takama-ga-hara, Fingel had become very familiar with the waiter who had once given him a hard time. In fact, the waiter was terrified when he found out that Fingel and Caesar and the others were actually good friends. Especially since Fingel had really become an apprentice gigolo in Takama-ga-hara with the introduction of several top gigolos, the waiter felt that it was time for him to pack up and leave...but unexpectedly, Fingel never found fault with him at all. Instead, after the show, he would often pull out a bottle of wine from somewhere and drink with him late at night, chatting about the gossip and scandals of Takama-ga-hara. They had similar tastes and felt that they had met too late.

After a few rounds of this, the waiter became like Fingle's errand boy.

"Ah!" After seeing the huge and fierce gangsters at the entrance of Takama-ga-hara, the waiter was so scared that his legs went weak and the tray in his hand almost fell to the ground.

"Hey, you're just in time! They're just standing there, it's so boring! I'm already hungry!" Finkel supported the waiter, picked up a piece of sushi from the tray in his hand and threw it into his mouth. "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. Don't be afraid of these gangsters who look fierce, but my junior brother said they are all tied lions. As long as you don't provoke them, they won't bite your head off."

The waiter nodded woodenly. He went to the mahjong room to tip off and was kept by Finkel. Finkel said that several top gigolos were a little hungry after working all night, so he asked the waiter to go to the kitchen to prepare tempura and Tom Yum Goong soup. However, everyone in the kitchen was gone. The waiter only knew how to make sushi rolls. As soon as he came out of the kitchen and heard some noise at the door, he rushed over.

"It's already this late, and you're still in the mood to eat?" Caesar felt that the word "careless" was no longer enough to describe Finkel. This guy was simply a god. If he was fed, he would probably happily jump onto the gallows and put his head in front of the gate.

"I don't want to either, but isn't it true that I get nervous when there are so many people around? Aren't you scared of having so many black guns pointed at you? When I get scared, I want to find something to do to distract myself." Finkel wolfed down the sushi. "But what can I do to distract myself now? I can't possibly go back to the mahjong room to chat with that Miss Chiyo? She's already kicked me out. Or I can just move the mahjong table out and the four of us start playing mahjong right here at the door? Obviously you think this is stupid too. What else can I do besides eating? Stare at those people in the rain and play "Who's the Statue?"

"That makes sense." Caesar nodded. He was actually convinced by this guy Finger. Caesar turned to the waiter and said, "Go and get the cigars and wine in the store. I want the best quality ones. Put it on my bill."

"But Basara-senpai, your account is already full." The waiter looked a little embarrassed. "Takamagahara's rule is that the top host can use 20 bottles of wine and 30 cigars on credit, but you already have 27 bottles of wine and 39 cigars on your account."

Caesar was a little choked. He himself did not realize that he had already owed so much money in Takama-ga-hara... Originally, Caesar thought that the silent confrontation between the two armies was very imposing, but after being described by Finkel as "who is the wooden man", Caesar felt that staring at so many people on the other side was indeed a bit stupid. But now he was too embarrassed to ask for credit in the store again. In the past, the young master of the Gattuso family could charge unlimited bills no matter which restaurant he went to. How could he have fallen to such a miserable situation of exceeding the credit limit?

"Bring a few bottles of wine and two cigars, and put them on my account." Chu Zihang on the side suddenly spoke.

Caesar looked at Chu Zihang in surprise. He didn't expect that it was his old enemy who came to his rescue at the critical moment.

When he was at Kassel Academy, Caesar always thought Chu Zihang was rigid, stiff, and inflexible. He felt that he would never be able to become friends with such a person in his life. But after coming to Japan, Caesar found that Chu Zihang was absolutely a righteous person, someone who people could trust with their backs and their lives. Moreover, they had experienced so many life-and-death disasters together. After fighting side by side several times, Caesar had to admit in his heart that he and Chu Zihang were actually quite... in tune and compatible in some aspects.

"The big shots from the Sheqi Eight Clans should be making their debut." Chu Zihang glanced at the black-clad crowd that was clearly starting to get restless. "It's been too long now. If no big shot shows up to calm the crowd down, they might just riot."

"I heard... the neighing of a fine horse." Caesar raised his eyebrows. "You're right. It seems the enemy general is about to make his appearance."

Of course, no one in the city would ride a horse on the streets. Caesar was talking about cars. He heard the roar of the engine, which was sexier than the engines of the Mercedes-Benz fleet in front of him. It was a 6.6-liter twin-turbocharged V12 engine from a precious Rolls-Royce sedan. There were two breathing sounds in the car. The man sitting in the back seat breathed long and deep, obviously a respected figure.

The crowd in black silently moved aside, and a black Rolls-Royce sedan with a spider emblem slowly drove into the street and stopped about five meters in front of Takama-ga-hara Gate.

The driver in black got out of the car and held up a huge black umbrella. He came to the back seat of the Rolls-Royce and respectfully opened the door. The silver-haired old man slowly came under the umbrella.

The visitor was indeed a well-deserved big shot, the most experienced elder among the eight heads of the underworld families, the young head of the Snake Eight Families, and the head of the Fuma family, Kotaro Fuma, who was the head of the Fuma family, the head of the lower five families.

Fuma Kotaro strode towards Caesar and his companions. The old man, who was worthy of being called the King of Ninjas, walked lightly, and the puddles on the ground only caused tiny ripples without splashing any water. However, every step of the old man was solemn, like a majestic old general.

Fuma Kotaro stood in front of everyone at Kassel Academy, his sharp gaze sweeping across everyone's faces from left to right.

"Are you the one in charge of negotiating with us tonight?" Caesar's aura was no less fierce than Fuma Kotaro's. "Why isn't Gen Chisei here in person?"

"The headmaster has more important matters to attend to. Just leave this to me." Fuma Kotaro glanced at Caesar and said in a deep voice, "Also, the purpose of our coming here tonight is not to negotiate, but to settle accounts."

"Settlement of accounts?" Caesar raised his eyebrows.

"Let's settle the score, but don't be nervous. The person we are settling the score with today is not you." Fuma Kotaro passed by Caesar and his eyes fell on Chu Zihang and Lu Mingfei.