Dragon Clan: No one wants me, Lu Mingfei

"Brother, calm down, that guy is an old man who experienced World War II."

Just when the bespectacled young man pointed his finger at the Demonic Senshi Yamamoto Jugo, one of the leaders of the Young Zhuang faction hurriedly stepped forward to stop him: "The King General is not here, he is the most prestigious person among us, be careful!"

Nowadays, the fierce ghosts are no longer scattered. After General Wang took office, he focused on organizational discipline and strengthened the internal constraints of the organization.

Although the rules are not as strict as those of the Sheqi Eight Family, they are still greatly improved compared to the past, and one of them is that subordinates are not allowed to contradict their superiors.

It's just that the symbolic meaning of this rule is greater than the actual meaning. It all depends on the king general to suppress it. Otherwise, the young heroes below would have driven out the old guy who was occupying the latrine and not shitting.

"Calm down? Lord General Wang is now alive and dead and his whereabouts are unknown. How do you want me to calm down?!" The young man with glasses slapped the table, ignoring the dissuasion of others: "Be careful? Do you think I am Shen Yong?"

"Young people, young people need to be in awe of their seniors in the organization. This is the rule of the underworld." Yamamoto Jugo raised his blue eyes slightly, looking at this young man who had no impression but seemed to have enough voice in the Youth and Strength Sect, and was full of wrinkles His old face was filled with anger, and his skinny palms were pressed against the saber in front of him.

He can hold a position second only to the leader among the Meng Ghosts. In addition to being a veteran who has personally experienced World War II, his combat prowess is also one of the best among the Meng Ghosts. In that chaotic era, there were many people who wanted to challenge his position. Without exception, they all became the dead souls of his sword.

And all of this relied on the meat grinder-like battlefield.

The young man in front of me is talking nonsense here, just to test whether the knife in his hand is still sharp: "How can I say that I am also your senior, do I follow the rules of the world when I go out to hang out?"

Hearing this, the young man laughed, took off his rimless glasses and threw them aside. Then he raised his hand and pushed up his three-quarter-length hair. His pale complexion instantly turned rosy, and his snow-fox-like face also transformed into a wild head. The evil wolf.

"Rules?" The young man whose appearance and temperament had undergone earth-shaking changes stared at the old man sitting like a withered pine. The corners of his mouth cracked in a ferocious arc, and he directly grabbed the head of the old immortal next to him who was still chattering and smashed it on the table:

"My rules are rules!"

"Qiang——!!!"

There was a crisp sound, and the golden eyes lit up like the scorching sun, and the entire conference room was filled with a sinister murderous intention, making people feel like they were falling into an ice cave.

Yamamoto Jugo's no longer burly body suddenly rose up like a tiger pouncing on prey, and waved out a shocking white arrow in his hand that was almost impossible to catch with the naked eye. Everyone present saw their eyes blurred, and the old man in black uniform had already crossed the line. Crossing a distance of five meters, he appeared in front of the young man.

This knife will kill you.

Almost everyone expected that Yamamoto Jugo's sword could cut off the arrogant man, and they were even ready to clean up. However, the sound of the body being split into two did not sound for a long time.

what's the situation? Are the ghosts and immortals showing mercy?

Everyone stared in confusion and saw Yamamoto Jugo still maintaining the stance of slashing with his sword, but the blade was still half a foot away from the young man's neck.

"Very good, if you dare to swing a knife at me, you already have a way to kill yourself." The smile on the young man's face faded, and he looked at the old man in front of him like a monkey, who seemed to be bound by the invisible air:

"I heard that the reason why you are called Onishennin is because you transformed into a murderer in the early years to test the sword. After being wanted by the Sheqi Eight Family, you hid in the army, committed endless massacres in another place, and came back as a war hero, right? ?”

He spoke without much emotion in his voice and spoke clearly, ensuring that everyone present could hear clearly. However, Yamamoto Jugo had no intention of listening to what he was saying. He was still immersed in shock and fear and could not control himself.

At this moment, he felt like he was stuffed into a cement bucket, and the air was like solidified cement surrounding him. As he breathed, his trachea and lungs were completely blocked, and the increasingly intense feeling of suffocation made him see Izanami stood at the end of the underworld and waved.

He is nearly octogenarian, and his body has long been decayed. His survival until now is entirely due to the evolution medicine of the king. At this moment, he can only feel that the medicine in his body is rapidly depleting, and his vitality is irreversibly declining.

The onlookers had already noticed that something was wrong. This was not a show of mercy from Yamamoto Jugo. He was clearly killed instantly!

"Um..." The host of the meeting stepped forward to ease the atmosphere, but as soon as he spoke, he was suddenly stunned. Why didn't he have any relevant information about the young man in front of him in his mind?

Isn't this an internal meeting of the top management of the Menggui?

He should remember the information of all participants.

But he didn't have the slightest impression of this person's name or appearance.

Unable to figure it out, he turned to look at the others, only to find that they also had expressions of inexplicable horror and finally realized something was wrong.

This situation was like a thunder blast in everyone's mind, dispelling the strange power that obscured their understanding.

"No, who the hell are you?!" The young men who had just been trying to persuade others not to take action were dumbfounded. A traitor had slipped into their midst.

No, not a traitor, I should say a traitor.

Regarding this person's behavior of sowing discord just now, if the Sheqi Eight Family hadn't been behind it, they would have gone directly to the Dark Cuisine and Custom Shop to eat a bunch of vegetarian specialties!

It's just that they have just seen how powerful this traitor is, and they don't dare to act rashly until they understand the other party's abilities.

Even the strongest Yamamoto Jugo was defeated in the blink of an eye. If his ability is not one-on-one but can cause a group control effect, then even if they swarm up, it will not have much effect, and they may even accidentally injure friendly forces.

"Who the hell are you?!"

"Did the Sheqi Ba family send you to be an undercover agent?"

The senior leaders of the Fierce Ghosts yelled angrily, and the Qingzhuang faction used the cover of their companions to take out their own weapons.

They are not old antiques like Yamamoto Jugo who are still slashing people with knives in the 21st century. Why should they risk their lives and slash people when something can be solved with one shot?

And just when they were drawing their guns, the young man in front of Yamamoto Jugo raised his hand and pinched the katana beside him, and turned the statue-like old man in kimono to face the high-ranking Menggui, with his handsome face hanging again. Falling for the cunning of a fox:

"Yeah, yeah, this bad old man is really powerful. I spent too much effort to control him, and accidentally released the hypnotic effect on you."

As he spoke, he smiled shyly, like a young boy who was embarrassed by his carelessness.

But everyone present didn't think so. The young man with a gun hidden in his hand waited for him to walk out from behind Yamamoto Shigenu, then raised his gun and shot him at lightning speed.

According to this traitor, he himself should be the owner of a mental word spirit who has some kind of mind control ability. At this moment, most of his power is used on Yamamoto Jugo and he cannot take care of them, which leads to his exposure.

Regardless of whether he was lying or not, just fire first.

As long as it's not a body-enhancing talking spirit, bullets can make the other person human.

After the continuous gunshots, everyone fell into wordless silence.

Because just now, Yamamoto Jugo, who was like a sculpture, moved again. Kneeling on one knee, he moved laterally to block the traitor. Just like when he suddenly attacked and killed the traitor, he was as fast as he was when he suddenly swung the long knife in his hand. It is airtight and blocks all incoming bullets.

"Tick-tick-tick-"

Blood seeped out and fell from the bullet holes. Yamamoto Jugo's face was like a white jade after being beaten into a sieve, and the blood all over his body was leaking crazily.

"Pa bang bang -" applause rang out, and Xia Di couldn't help but give warm congratulations and praise for their wonderful performance: "Wonderful, really wonderful. This is the first time I have seen the human body fountain in this world for so long. I couldn't help but praise it." Needless to say, it was really eye-opening.”

"But there is still one thing that needs to be improved. Old man, your blood pressure is a bit low. If it were higher, maybe the blood could spray farther."

Xia Di briefly put forward some opinions as an audience member. With a flick of his finger, a black light as big as a glass marble penetrated into Yamamoto Jugo's damaged body. Almost in the blink of an eye, all the bullet holes in his body were stopped from bleeding. Carefully If you look at it, you will find that it is blocked by a blur of black light.

"Bagayalu, what on earth are you?!" The fierce ghosts on the opposite side were hurriedly changing their magazines, while others took the time to call the security personnel guarding outside for quick support.

"Me?" Xia Di pointed at herself, with a smile on her face that showed she could play the ultimate villain with just a little restraint: "I'm just a passing Hairspray actor."

After he finished speaking, he reached for his waist. Since he didn't have a knife, he picked up the rimless glasses that he just threw on the table, rubbed them with his fingers and smashed them into pieces.

A gust of air-conditioned wind blew over and scattered the glasses that turned into powder.

"Go ahead, Shinbaji, use Mirror Flowers and Water Moon on them!"

Dreamlike voices echoed in the conference room. Yamamoto Jugo, who was shot several times but was forced to save his life, attacked bravely, brandishing the damaged samurai sword in his hand and began to beat his teammates.

But what others saw in their eyes was that the people closest to them wielded a butcher's knife towards them.

"My stupid Oudou, what are you doing?"

"Ouba-chan, Yachudie wrapped in that stuffing!"

"Kasan! Duosang! Duosande?!"

"Riko, push harder, Modo Modo!"

With a click, Xia Di closed the door of the conference room, blocking out the chaos inside.

"Pass my order and quickly gather the troops to follow me to Tokyo." Taking out a mask of a public official and clasping it on his face, Xia Dichong ordered the members of the fierce ghosts who were waiting outside: "Dragon King... No, Fengjian Liuli betrayed us. , he is an undercover agent sent by the Sheqi Eight Families.

From now on he will no longer be one of us, catch him and kill him! "

"yes!"

…

Tokyo, Narita Airport, arrival destination of international flights from Chicago, USA.

The plane's pure white fuselage flew past the crystal-like buildings like a white gull with spread wings, then circled and slowed down over Tokyo.

Sitting by the window of the first-class cabin, Yuan Zhisheng was dressed in a solemn black suit, with a serious expression on his face as if he was going to a funeral.

And around him were young men and women dressed similarly.

These are all members of the Japanese branch who are studying at Kassel College. They are the elite children of each family and the seniors of Yuan Zhisheng.

Some of them specialize in scientific research and have considerable attainments in the field of alchemy, some have superb swordsmanship and are famous kendo masters at Kassel Academy, some have excellent academic performance and have received recruitment letters from schools, and some are fighting in the war. Excellent performance in practical classes has been spotted by the Executive Board, and you can become a formal commissioner as soon as you graduate.

But at this moment, in Japan, they are just a member of the Eight Sheqi Family and need to obey the young master Yuan Zhisheng's instructions.

Yuan Zhisheng looked down at Tokyo. As the distance gradually got closer, he felt that something in Tokyo seemed different, but after careful observation, he found no obvious abnormalities.

Because the excuse was that everyone was critically ill and needed to go back to visit, and Angers kindly sponsored the air tickets back to Japan, Yuan Zhisheng and the others had no way to cover their whereabouts.

With the special car pick-up and drop-off, Kassel College's suffocating artificial intelligence Norma monitored the entire process, even if Yuan Zhisheng and the others wanted to sneak in a break on the road, it would be difficult to do so due to the actual situation.

If the Sheqi Eight Families are really captured by foreign enemies and take complete control of Tokyo, they will undoubtedly be the turtles in the urn at this moment, and will face encirclement and suppression by the enemy once they land.

Although the flow of people at Narita Airport is large enough, they can escape through the cover of ordinary people, but the secret of the hybrid cannot be exposed, otherwise their enemies will not only be forces within Japan.

As the leader of everyone present, Yuan Zhisheng must consider ways to escape from danger.

If the enemy surrounds Haneda Airport and even sends heavily armed special police to guard the exit, waiting for them to surrender, then they may have to find a way to escape from prison.

After all, he had just entered school and did not have enough experience in actual combat investigation. In desperation, he could only choose to consult these experienced seniors.

Dad said that a qualified leader does not just grasp everything with one hand and handle things beautifully by himself. He only needs to put the right people in the right place to play the right role, which means he is a qualified leader. .

And these seniors did not disappoint him. They all came up with this effective escape method to ensure that they could sneak into the crowd and leave the airport quietly.

Looking at the rows of tall buildings, Yuan Zhisheng's eyes flashed with coldness.

At the graduation ceremony of the junior high school that year, he faced the cold looks and contempt of all the teachers and students in the school alone. The principal urged him to step down quickly and not waste everyone's time. It was Tachibana Masamune who brought people to attend the ceremony, which gave him enough satisfaction due to the loss of his background. His decency preserved his dignity which was trampled upon by others.

At that moment, he looked at his father's gentle and loving eyes, thinking that one day he would repay him a thousand times a hundred times.

Now that his father is dying, he must consider whether this is his only chance in this life. If he misses it, it will become an eternal regret.

The peace and status of the Tokyo and Sheqi families today are due to my father.

He will never tolerate anyone who wants to destroy the Sheqi family and destroy the peace of Tokyo!

It is Yuan's duty to defend the country his father built!