If I don't have money to go to college, I can only go to slay the dragon.

After listening to Sakurai Akira's story, the lounge was quiet for a long time, as if shocked by the tone of the narration of the myth. Then, at a certain second, this serious and eerie atmosphere was suddenly interrupted by laughter.

The one who laughed was Mishima Yuno, who seemed to be tickled by the joke and finally couldn't help laughing out loud while lying on the sofa. Sakurai Akira didn't say anything, but just watched her dancing silently, not knowing what was wrong with her.

It was not until Mishima Yuno's smile gradually faded that she wiped away her non-existent tears and said, "Sorry, sorry, I just can't get used to seeing you being so serious even when you're obviously scared."

She took a sip of the sake on the table and stuck out her tongue, probably because she was not used to drinking. "Sakurai, are you sure you weren't really scared by that guy? What do you mean by being unkillable like the Yamata no Orochi? Is this some kind of Japanese folk legend? Maybe his dragon transformation characteristics are too deep, or maybe the word spirit is related to the body's self-healing? How can there be such a weird metaphor as 'like the Yamata no Orochi'?"

"And if we talk about self-healing ability alone, I'm actually more like the Yamata no Orochi you mentioned!" Mishima Yuno crushed the sake cup in her hand, twisted a slightly sharp porcelain piece, lifted the sleeve of her left sweatshirt, and with a slightly bloodthirsty expression, pressed the tip of the porcelain piece hard against her left wrist, and slowly scratched a bloody scar upwards.

"Yuno, don't hurt yourself." Lian whispered beside her, also lowering her head as if she didn't want to see Mishima Yuno's current self-harming behavior.

"It's okay, Lian, this kind of injury is not an injury at all for me." Mishima Yuno threw away the blood-stained porcelain pieces. She shook her hands casually, and the sticky blood splashed on the coffee table. Her golden eyes were bright. She picked up a piece of toilet paper and pressed it on her bloody arm and wiped it hard. The wound disappeared, just like magic.

"Non!" Mishima Yuno stretched out her white arm with some red blood stains and looked at Sakurai Akira with a little pride. "It's less than three seconds. It's as easy as breathing to recover from this kind of wound. Among the mixed-bloods, who can compare with me in self-healing ability? And--" She suddenly pulled out a dagger from her sweatshirt pocket, put her hand on the coffee table and chopped it down fiercely. Her wrist was chopped off and one of her palms remained on the coffee table.

"Even something like this can be done easily!" With a look of pain and madness on her face, Yuno Mishima picked up the palm on the coffee table and tossed it around a few times, then aimed it at the broken end of her left hand like playing with Lego blocks. A slight twisting sound came from the cross-section of the broken end, which lasted for about ten seconds. Then, the palm was successfully put back together, and there was no sign of it falling down even when it was danced at will.

"Can the Kazama Ruri you mentioned do this?" Mishima Yuno looked at Sakurai Akira and raised her eyebrows. "And this is my normal healing ability. Once I enter the dragon state, this self-healing effect will double!"

Sakurai Akira watched Mishima Yuno's performance indifferently. Because of the problem of words, this girl's self-healing ability was indeed much stronger than that of normal hybrids. In the eyes of some people, she could be regarded as an "unkillable monster", so the other party was dismissive of the example he gave.

He also didn't know how to explain to Yuno Mishima that Kazama Ruri's "immortality" was different from hers. Some things can only be fully understood when seen with one's own eyes. So he gave up trying to convince Yuno Mishima how powerful Kazama Ruri was. This girl shouldn't be stupid enough to challenge him alone.

"Besides, isn't your intelligence network a little outdated? You just said that the guy's abnormal self-healing ability is due to his Word Spirit, right? But I heard that his Word Spirit is clearly a psychic control Word Spirit, which can make people fall into nightmares and brain death. You must be scared by his super self-healing ability after he turned into a dragon!" Mishima Yuno revealed some of the information she had collected. She would definitely not do this under normal circumstances, but now that she has a chance to laugh at Sakurai Akira, she will definitely not miss it.

"Haven't you ever thought about the possibility that he possesses two Word Spirits?" asked Sakurai Akira.

"How is that possible? Who does he think he is? His Majesty the Emperor? Multiple Word Spirits are not something that any random person on the street can possess!"

“But I heard that when that gentleman first cooperated with the Ghost Clan, he did not go directly to the King to negotiate, but first contacted the Dragon King of the Ghost Clan. Then he was introduced by the Dragon King to the Ghost Clan and talked with the King to finalize the cooperation.” Sakurai Akira said calmly.

Mishima Yuno was stunned for a moment, as if she was slowly chewing and savoring the information in Sakurai Akira's words, and her expression gradually changed from mocking at the beginning to frowning.

"Let's not talk about him for now." Sakurai Akira looked up at Mishima Yuno, "Let's talk about the most important thing right now, Mishima, are you sure you want to hunt two targets by yourself?"

"Hey, what are you thinking about? These two golden retrievers are mine. Don't compete with me for them. Don't keep thinking about mine just because one of your targets is taken away." Mishima Yuno immediately showed an unhappy expression.

"Okay, then you will be the one to deal with Caesar Gattuso and Mandy Gonzalez. Pay attention to Caesar Gattuso's sickle-weasel. If you can avoid the wind demon's surveillance, you should be able to kill him without anyone noticing with your words. From a compatibility perspective, you can restrain him. As for Mandy Gonzalez, the only information I have is that her words seem to be able to irregularly deprive people of their five senses, but this is not a problem for you. She may even be killed by you before she sees you."

Sakurai Akira looked at Lian again, "Lian, your target may be a little tricky. The opponent is one of the firepower users in the headquarters team. His Word Spirit is Serial Number 89's 'Jun Yan', and because he participated in killing the Bronze and Fire Kings, his control over this Word Spirit has improved by leaps and bounds. His controllability is far ahead of all the users of 'Jun Yan' in history. Even if your Word Spirit restrains him, you have to go all out and try to kill him directly with a single blow using the information gap. Don't let the opponent delay to the stage of firepower bombardment, otherwise you may not be able to win him."

"Yeah." Lian nodded slightly.

"One last reminder." Sakurai Akira looked at the three women and said, "If you find the right opportunity, you must complete the assassination in a very short time and not give the other party any chance to ask for help. The difficulty of this assassination is not the target itself, but the two troublesome guys around them. "

"The two special targets?" Mishima Yuno folded her hands and narrowed her eyes. "Lin Nian and Lu Mingfei. They should be called these two names. Lu Mingfei is the guy who burned you. As for Lin Nian, is he the younger brother of that adult?"

"As long as you see Lin Nian appear next to the target person, or within a few kilometers, give up the mission, otherwise you will just die in vain." Sakurai Akira said slowly, "That is a monster more terrifying than Kazama Ruri, that's all I have to say."

"Tsk." Mishima Yuno did not refute this time. Although she had never seen Lin Nian take action, judging from the fact that the group of fierce ghosts who ambushed the enemy had all died and the explosives they used failed to kill the enemy, as well as the fact that the Emperor of Roppongi himself had personally fought but was unable to do anything to the enemy, this Lin Nian was indeed not someone they could mess with.

The emperor was so powerful that they worshipped him like a god, so how bad could the other party's brother be?

"Just kill all these people, right? Don't wait until I've killed both of you and you're still slacking off." Mishima Yuno picked up the photos and put them in her pocket, then stood up from the sofa and walked towards the door to leave.

"Be careful not to use any force when you act. The Demon Clan is unreliable. I found traces of Sakurai Kogure in Roppongi earlier. She has been in contact with people from the headquarters. I don't know what information they exchanged, but one thing is certain, she will betray us if necessary." Sakurai Akira, who was sitting, reminded Mishima Yuno who was walking behind him without turning his head.

"I see. Are you my father?" Mishima Yuno sighed, opened the door and left.

Asagiri Yayoi was the second one to leave, saying nothing as she walked out of the open door holding a photo of her target.

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Finally, only Lian was left sitting in the lounge. Sakurai Akira put away the photo of Okubo Ryoichi, looked at Lian and said, "Any questions?"

"No, no." Lian held her own photo and shook her head gently, but after a moment she asked again, "Sakurai. Jun, tell me, why did Sister Lin Xian ask us to kill these people? Are these people bad guys? Ah, I'm not saying that we can't kill them if they are not bad guys, I mean..."

"I don't know." Sakurai Akira replied softly, "If I have to give an answer, it's probably because these characters have something in common."

"Commonality?" Lian asked curiously.

"They are all people who are directly related to Lin Nian in Japan right now," said Sakurai Akira calmly. "They are Lin Nian's classmates, close friends, comrades-in-arms, and lovers. They are closely connected individuals and are people that Lin Nian cherishes. Once these people receive bad news one by one, he will surely be greatly shocked, right? If he enters the battlefield with his emotions extremely out of control, even though more people will surely die on our side, that should be something we are happy to see."

"Is that so?" Lian lowered her head as if she understood something, "But why. Isn't he Sister Lin Xian's brother?"

"I don't know." Sakurai Ming said. He stood up and walked towards the door. Before leaving, he paused by the door and said with his back to Lian in the lounge, "That Chu Zihang is very strong. If you are not sure, just give up and let Mishima and I handle it. You have already escaped from that hell, so there is no need to risk your life in another hell."

After saying that, he left, leaving Lian sitting alone in the lounge, silently looking at the blood on the coffee table.

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Bright moon and clear sky, Japanese garden.

An emaciated figure walked into the dry landscape courtyard. The moonlight after the dark clouds dispersed shone on the pretty face, and the pupils reflected the woman sitting cross-legged and drinking under the eaves.

"Sorry for bothering you." Fengjian Liuli looked at the other person and greeted him with a smile.

"No." Lin Xian said with a smile, his eyes fell on the photo in his hand, "Are you ready? Come with me to the operating room. It's time to complete the last step of the work tonight."