Chapter 499 The War Is About to Begin

"Dad, where are you?"

"Hahaha, relax, childish, what happened?"

The black Toyota drives through the busy streets of Tokyo.

The light and shadow of the large screen in the center of the square illuminated Yuan's childish profile in the back seat.

TV Tokyo's male host Ken Kitakura read the script in a deep baritone voice, and in the lower right corner of the screen was a young man's face.

At the same time, topics such as "super vicious criminals", "madmans who appear every 5,000 years" and "criminal immortals" quickly dominated the hot searches on major online forums.

Speaking of which, is there any weird stuff mixed in here?

"You know it, Dad."

"We are all worried about Eri's disappearance."

"But there is currently no 100% evidence to prove that this is the work of an S-class."

"Is your direct order a bit arbitrary?"

"Yuan Zhisheng."

Tachibana Masamune called him by his full name.

Yuan Zhisheng sat up subconsciously. He seemed to have gone back many years ago. Whenever he made a mistake, his father would call him this.

"What are you afraid of?"

"No, Dad."

"Tell me, what are you afraid of?"

Yuan Zhisheng pursed his lips.

The crow and the yaksha didn't look sideways. They even felt it was difficult to breathe and couldn't breathe.

Today, the eight Sheqi families have recovered from the shadow of their defeat in World War II and have returned to their rightful place as movie kings.

As a result, Tachibana Masamune took action less and less. Many people had even heard of the patriarch's name, and privately thought that the so-called patriarch was just an old man who was dying and would have to give way to the young master sooner or later.

But a tiger that puts away its claws is still a tiger.

As it is now.

Ordinary people might just be shocked by the wanted notices on the streets, and use them as conversation starters to discuss what the young man named Lu Mingfei did, whether he abducted the princess of the imperial family or blew up their ancestral graves.

But anyone who knows something about the mixed-race society hidden under the water can imagine what the overwhelming search for Lu Mingfei means.

Kassel's S-class has already established his great achievements, and the gap between him and Angers, the previous generation leader of the Camarilla, is only time. No one doubts that as long as Lu Mingfei is given enough time, he will surely reach the heights of Angers. , and even beyond.

Therefore, the identity of the future leader of the secret party, the new generation of dragon slayer legend, it is unceremonious to say that as long as the hybrids who know the hunter website, including ordinary people, have seen Lu Mingfei's face.

This is a natural thing. If you don't even know what Lu Mingfei looks like and accidentally offend him while walking, your death will be unjust.

In today's mixed-race society, many elders will focus on introducing Lu Mingfei when teaching younger generations about the history of mixed-races and dragons. Mixed-races are a reality, and contemporary legends are far more important than ancient epics.

But probably no one thought that one day they would see this contemporary legend on the streets of Japan.

In the form of a wanted notice.

Half-breeds around the world who got the news were shocked.

They couldn't understand what the eight Sheqi families were doing.

The S-class wanted in Kassel is openly wanted, which is a clear sign that the carriage and the secret party are going to war.

Yuan Zhisheng's mood was similar.

After taking care of all the matters related to the Fengma family, they rushed back to Tokyo.

As soon as I got off the car, I saw Lu Mingfei's face on the screen.

Yuan Zhisheng was very familiar with this face.

Ever since that night in Silent Hill, Yuan Zhisheng has been obsessed with Lu Mingfei. Many late nights when he was tossing and turning and unable to fall asleep, Yuan Zhisheng would always think of Lu Mingfei and the night he spent with him.

Touching his ribs, Yuan Zhisheng could vaguely recall the pain Lu Mingfei had caused him that night.

It was really painful to be punched through the rooftop.

Yuan Zhisheng had never experienced such a huge failure. In front of that boy, his bloodline and swordsmanship seemed to be worthless. Despite this, Yuan Zhisheng did not have the belief that he must defeat Lu Ming. The obsession with winning or losing is average. If possible, Yuan Zhisheng would like to sell sunscreen at a nudist beach in France. Beautiful ladies can get 10% off.

But it's a pity that he was not a sunscreen salesman, but the young master of the Eight Sheqi Family and the future emperor.

Yuan Zhisheng doesn't care whether he wins or loses against Kassel's S-class.

But not the young master of the Eight Sheqi Family.

Ever since that night in Silent Hill, Yuan Zhisheng had deeply remembered Lu Mingfei. The most common dream he had was to fight to the death with Lu Mingfei. With the gap between the two, it can be imagined that it would be an absolute nightmare. The emperor's blood He had no dark circles under his eyes, but his spirit was visibly depressed. Occasionally, Sakura asked him inadvertently, and after Yuan Zhisheng briefly mentioned a few words, Sakura was in a very bad mood for the next few days, and was enveloped in low pressure. The crow was so scared that his hands were shaking when he watered the cement pile.

The conversation between Minamoto and Sakura is roughly as follows.

"Young Master, have you not slept well recently?"

"Yeah, I dreamed about S-class."

"S-level?"

"The one in Kassel."

Yuan Zhisheng shook his head.

"That's awesome."

Naturally, Yuan Zhisheng, who was thinking about how to defeat a powerful enemy, didn't notice the look in Sakura's eyes that looked like she was struck by lightning.

Yuan Zhisheng thought about countless scenarios in which he and Lu Mingfei would meet again.

But I never thought that such a day would come.

Dad's order means a complete break between the Sheqi Hachi family and Kassel. It is conceivable that in the coming days, the streets of Tokyo will become a battlefield for the hybrids of both sides.

"It's only a matter of time before war comes."

"Childish."

Tachibana Masamune called him.

The words were full of the flash of swords.

"The Sheqi family is no longer the Sheqi family it was seventy years ago."

"Even Angers has to stay here."

The flash of swords and shadows paused for a moment.

Tachibana Masamune smiled gently.

"Besides, that child Eriyi, don't worry about leaving her alone outside, Zhisheng."

"Young boy, daddy, I'm still out here. I'll leave it to you to take care of Tokyo."

"Yes, I understand."

"Ha ha."

"Find Eri as soon as possible."

"Dad, there's something I can't figure out."

"Oh, what is it."

"Why are you so sure that it was Lu Mingfei who took away Eli Yi?"

"Zhisheng, did you watch the battle at night?"

"Um."

"The young man who took action is an S-class from Kassel."

Yuan Zhisheng thought of the boy in the video who killed the monster priest like chopping up melons and vegetables.

But that face was obviously nothing like Lu Mingfei's.

Tachibana Masamune seemed to be able to read Yuan Zisheng's psychological activities at this moment.

The head of the eight Sheqi families smiled heartily.

"Don't ask, Dad naturally has his information channels."

"From now on, when daddy is gone, I still have to leave these to you, Zhisheng."

The phone was hung up amidst Tachibana Masamune's laughter.

The car stopped.

Genji got out of the car, and in front of him was the building of Genji Heavy Industries.

Vaguely, His Highness, the young master of the Eight Sheqi Clan, smelled a whiff of gunpowder in the evening breeze in Tokyo.

The wind picked up, blowing the childish black windbreaker.

He heard the charge.

So Yuan Zhisheng knew.

This is a battlefield.

Yuan Zhisheng put on sunglasses. "Where are those people who fought against S-class tonight?"

"They are on the 19th floor and are receiving treatment. Their lives are not in danger."

"Well, I remember, there was also a priest."

"Young Master, please take the priest away."

Yuan Zhisheng paused and glanced at this topic.

"Tell me about the current situation."

"yes."

…………

"Ding dong! Ding dong!"

Chu Zihang and Xia Mi looked up at the same time.

Looking at each other, the two completed the communication with gestures, silently and quickly.

Turning off the lights, loading the gun, Xia Mi stood quietly against the wall, and Chu Zihang opened the door.

Ryoma narrowed his eyes.

He probably didn't expect it to be so dark in here.

"Sorry to bother you."

Long Ma said calmly and moved his nose at the same time. He couldn't smell the imaginary smell and couldn't help but glance at Chu Zihang.

Chu Zihang, who was turning on the light, felt something in his heart.

I always feel that this kid's eyes are a little strange.

When Xia Mi came out, there was no gun in his hand.

Ryoma put the dinner plate on the table, his eyes never staying on the information for even a second.

Xia Mi laughed and looked at the dinner plate.

"Bread, milk, hot dogs."

"Hey, isn't there any rice?"

"Speaking of which, didn't we just say that we don't need to prepare anything and we can go out to eat later..."

"better not."

Ryoma said.

He took out a piece of paper.

"This is……"

Xia Mi slowly opened his eyes.

"Wanted order!"

"It's almost the same thing, but it's endorsed by a few, or in other words, the eight Sheqi families."

Chu Zihang lowered his gaze and landed on the young man's face on the wanted poster.

"I suggest you stay here and don't go out."

"The Sheqi family is attacking S-class people. You are from Kassel." It might be dangerous.

Ryoma said.

"The real rulers of the land of Japan are the Sheqi Hachi family. The tentacles of hybrids extend to all aspects of this society. Yakuza, who collects money from door to door, is only a visible force. In addition, the newsstand The uncle in the store, the shopping guide in the clothing store, may be one of the networks explored by the eight Sheqi families."

"You are not from this country, and you will not understand the significance of the Yakuza to this country."

"High school students whose families are so poor that they can't afford tuition fees may not be able to apply for state scholarships, but the Sheqi family has a special fund to support these students with excellent academic performance but from poor families."

"There are many similar situations."

"This is the meticulous and crystal-clear home of the eight Sheqi families."

"You are no match."

Ryoma pushed up his glasses.

"Dad, go contact the smuggler. There will be a search ship in the evening. You should leave as soon as possible and go to Kassel or the Far East, no matter where you are."

Ryoma finished.

You can hear needle drops in the room.

Long Ma looked at Xia Mi and Chu Zihang.

Finally, his eyes fell on Chu Zihang.

Xia Mi also looked at Chu Zihang.

For her, it doesn't matter where she goes, it's just fun anyway, so Chu Zihang can do whatever she wants.

Finally, Chu Zihang looked away from Lu Mingfei's wanted poster.

“Kassel or the Far East?”

Ryoma asked again.

"The Sheqi Ba family is very powerful."

This is what Chu Zihang said.

"It's amazing."

Chu Zihang glanced at the wanted poster again, turned around and left.

Ryoma was surprised.

"etc."

"Where are you going?"

"First choose your destination before leaving."

"Not leaving."

"Um?"

Chu Zihang passed by the weapon rack of cold weapons and stood in front of a dazzling array of hot weapons.

Ryoma's expression changed.

"Are you trying to..."

Chu Zihang answered with action.

He glanced at the weapon rack, picked up the grenade, confirmed the model, and then quickly and accurately hung the grenades on the inside of the windbreaker, scanning goods as quickly as a storm was passing by, like an aunt on sale at the supermarket.

"" Ryoma couldn't stand it anymore.

"Don't you get something else?"

"This gun, and this."

Chu Zihang didn't even look at it, he was still focused on tying the grenade to himself.

Ryoma's scalp felt numb for no reason.

If there is a problem with one of the grenades, wouldn't it be tantamount to committing suicide?

Wait, it's not about grenades now.

Ryoma could no longer remain calm.

"What do you want to do?"

"There are people from the Sheqi family outside."

"Don't die!"

Chu Zihang hung up the last grenade and Murasame.

"You don't understand this, kid."

Natsumi smiled and ruffled Ryoma's hair.

"That person."

""Just the one on the wanted poster.

"His name is Lu Mingfei, and he is a good brother of our president, Guild Killer."

"How can you just watch your good brother being hunted down and remain indifferent?"

Xia Mi gave a thumbs up.

"This is friendship between men!"

After saying that, Xia Mi realized that Chu Zihang had already walked out far away.

"Wait, wait!"

Xia Mi picked up a bottle of Coke and chased after him furiously.

Ryoma was still thinking about Xia Mi's last words.

He suddenly wanted to know what kind of person Lu Mingfei was.

There are enemies outside. As for Chu Zihang, he went out with grenades on his body, full of life-and-death battles with Gu Yong.

Long Ma envied Lu Mingfei for having a brother like Chu Zihang.

Of course, this was when he didn't know the true combat power of Chu Zihang and Xia Mi.

If Ryoma knew how good these two guys were at fighting, he probably wouldn't be so emotional.

The footsteps of boys and girls gradually faded away.

Ryoma collected himself and followed.

Speaking of which, what should Chu Zihang do?

If you support Lu Mingfei, you don’t know where Lu Mingfei is.

Longma, who was thinking this way, vaguely heard the conversation between Chu Zihang and Xia Mi.

Is it an illusion?

Ryoma seemed to hear the words Genji Heavy Industries.

Could it be...

Ryoma shook his head.

impossible.

No matter how you say Genji Heavy Industries is the heart of the Sheqi Eight Families, forget it if you don't leave. It would be too exaggerated to go to Genji Heavy Industries or something like that.

Ahead, Chu Zihang and Xia Mi had already decided on their next action plan in a short period of time.

"You show the way."

"Don't worry, keep it with me!"

Xia Mi rubbed her palms excitedly.

"Yama no Orochi, why is there such an ugly dragon? Just let me see it."

…………

The revolving restaurant is empty and silent, with a whole orchestra playing in the corner, just for two people.

The venue is reserved here.

Nono looked out the window at the night view of Tokyo with interest. The layers of candlesticks reflected the girl's side face shining brightly.

Caesar stared at the girl who belonged to him and took a sip of red wine.

It's rare that a crazy girl can be well-behaved sometimes.

Their cell phones rang at the same time.

Frowning, Caesar picked up the phone.

Although it somewhat ruins the atmosphere, the importance of the message that can be sent at this time is self-evident.

Nono's smile became more and more excited as he read Cassel's tasks assigned by his subordinates.

They put down their phones, raised their glasses, and clinked.

Caesar pulled out his Desert Eagle.

Nuonuo smiled maliciously.

"Bibi?"

"Compared to nothing."

"Whoever kills more people."

"good."

Caesar carries Dictado.

"The eight Sheqi families..."