Chapter 284 Am I the pretty girl you like now?
Just as Lu Mingfei said, after the God-Slaying Plan was over, the Sheqi Eight Family Fishing Team and the rescue team went out together to search for the escaped corpse guards and possible survivors at sea, while Yuan Zhisheng and others also returned to Tokyo.
Several family heads met again to discuss what to do in the next stage.
Fuma Kotaro already knew that Uesugi Yue was still alive and appeared on the battlefield to turn the tide, but this did not change his opinion of him. He just thought that he was paying for the mistakes he made in the past.
Fortunately, the other party was not a person without vision. When he was tired of each other, he did not rely on his status as the last Shadow Emperor and Yuan Zhisheng's parent to attend the meeting of family heads, but followed Angers to an unknown place.
"Kaguya found this in the surveillance footage of the water storage well No. 13."
The god-killing plan was successful, but at a heavy price. There was no relief on Fuma Kotaro's old face. Instead, he spoke in a heavy voice and signaled Sakura, who was hosting the meeting, to play the video.
The projector began to play a video, and several family heads were shocked to find that there was a secret base under the water well. The figure in the control room filled with screens made them blink subconsciously, trying to confirm whether they were hallucinating.
Because the one who appeared in the center of the screen was the head patriarch Masamune, who had already been confused for a long time.
"What's going on?" Ryoma Genichirō frowned, and he roughly understood why the branches of the Eight Snake Families had been attacked by the fierce demons in the past few days, and why Kaguya always missed some key information.
It turns out that the traitor is not dead yet.
"Masamune Tachibana is not Bondarev, he is the cunning Herzog."
Yuan Zhisheng spoke calmly, with a calm expression as if he already knew the truth:
"Eighteen years ago, Herzog came to Japan and joined the Snake Eight Clan under the alias Tachibana Masamune. He secretly became the leader of the fierce ghost group by relying on the ancient dragon fetal blood and genetic technology.
The sinking of the Lenin was not an accident, but the beginning of a long-planned ruse."
Zhisheng does not know the truth about the grudge between Herzog and Bondarev, but this does not prevent Herzog from taking all the blame.
After listening to his story, everyone's faces turned extremely ugly. It turned out that the increasing number of Deadpools in Japan in recent years and the increasingly radical and powerful Demon Clan were all driven behind the scenes by their patriarch Tachibana Masamune. Now the pressure came to the Snake Eight Families.
Inuyama He had previously thought that what Uesugi Yue had done was a shame that no one could surpass, but he didn't expect to be slapped in the face just a few hours later.
That unreliable Shadow Emperor at most believed the slander of war fanatics and tied the eight families of Sheqi to the chariot. In the end, he was so angry that he killed the eight families and made a river of blood flow. He damaged the foundation but it was not fatal.
However, Tachibana Masamune was actually preparing to use the entire Snake Eight Families, and even the entire Japanese mixed-race population, as sacrifices for the revival of the White King. His heart was worthy of death, his crimes were extremely heinous, and he immediately topped the Snake Eight Families' list of shame.
No, strictly speaking, Herzog is not even a descendant of the White King. He is a pure German who grew up in the Third Reich and has nothing to do with Japan. Yet he almost killed the Eight Snake Families with his brain, but those people at the bottom are all grateful to him.
To be honest, it would be embarrassing if this matter got out.
Therefore, several family heads are also considering whether to expose Tachibana Masamune, or the "glorious" history of Herzog.
If it is exposed, not only will people be in turmoil, but the notorious Japanese branch/Snake Eight Families will definitely become a joke.
Let's not expose it. It's disgusting to think that the tablet of the damned Masamune Tachibana is enshrined in the shrine and we have to bow to him every time there is a meeting.
Yuan Zhisheng felt that there was no need to dwell on this. Even if the Eight Snake Families wanted to conceal it and Kassel College agreed to cooperate, there would definitely be someone who would not let Herzog go and would nail him firmly to the pillar of shame.
As for why, it all started from the time when the humanoid object that Nanami Sakurai discovered, which had been tortured to the point where only bones and internal organs were left but not dead, exploded, and the collected corpse disappeared halfway through being sent to the Ganliu Research Institute.
Given Lu Mingfei's character of kicking a fallen dog, Yuan Zhisheng estimated that Herzog's ashes were now sinking at the bottom of a septic tank, and that press releases recording his crimes would soon be all over the place, spreading throughout the entire mixed-race society.
When the others heard this, they were speechless and decided to skip this topic. They couldn't win by fighting or scolding, so what else could they do?
Even if others want to target them, they don't need to use violence. They can just sell off a large number of shares of the eight Sheqi families' industries, and they will be able to rise to prominence on the spot.
I can’t afford to offend you. I can’t afford to offend you.
"Let's hold a clan meeting tomorrow." Fuma Kotaro sighed and looked at Minamoto Chisei:
"As the saying goes, a country cannot be without a king, and a family cannot be without a master. First elect a new head of the family, then make the crimes of Tachibana Masamune known to the people below, and also make arrangements for post-war compensation and the demons."
The current Sheqi Eight Clans are not only in a state of disrepair, but their strength has also been greatly reduced, with their combat effectiveness only one third of what it originally was.
Although they were still able to gather a thousand A-level hybrids, most of the most elite ones were killed in the battle.
If they want to maintain the influence of the Eight Snake Families in the mixed-blood world and prevent Japan from becoming a hunting ground for the Hunter Organization, they must make corresponding choices and unite all the forces that can be united.
For example, the fierce ghosts.
Inuyama Kazuha, the only survivor of the Ghost Clan where the war broke out at Water Well No. 13, has awakened. The Sheqi Eighth Family learned from her that the most fanatical, radical and rebellious people within the Ghost Clan had all died because of the King's ambition, and most of the remaining ones were normal people who were abandoned by their families because of their unstable bloodline and just wanted to find a place to live a stable life.
Although those people are also "ghosts", they have basically not done anything harmful to the world. They are similar to the poor people in ancient times who were forced to become bandits because their families were broken up.
Moreover, there are many descendants with normal bloodlines among them. If they are carefully cared for, it may be an opportunity for the Eight Snake Families to rise again.
The heads of the five outer families all looked at Yuan Zhisheng.
He is the head of the Yuan family, a super hybrid with royal blood, and the rightful first-in-line heir to the patriarch's throne.
And his younger brother Yuan Zhinu is the Dragon King of the fierce ghosts, and he will be the eldest after the king dies.
As long as the two brothers unite, the divided Japanese hybrids will unite again. Once internal troubles are solved, only external troubles will remain. If they are given some time to recuperate, they will be able to launch a gorgeous betrayal against the secret party and Kassel Academy.
In response to this, Gen Chisei did not express his opinion on the spot, but just asked Sakura to move on to the next topic.
By the time the meeting ended, it was already after midnight.
Yuan Zhisheng returned to his office and gazed through the floor-to-ceiling windows at the brightly lit city night scene below. Special vehicles were traveling on the streets and red and blue lights could be seen almost everywhere.
The fiery red sky can no longer be seen in the direction of Mount Fuji in the distance, but the scars left by the White King's revival are forever engraved on this land.
He was not the type who liked to feel compassion for the world, but there were too many casualties tonight for him to remain moved.
Of course, he would not blame Lu Mingfei for coming too late. After all, without him, the number of deaths might be more than tonight, and it would still be a question whether Japan could see the sun tomorrow.
Ying walked in with a sumptuous midnight snack.
Yuan Zhisheng hadn't eaten anything from the evening until now, and after experiencing such a high-intensity battle, he was really hungry.
"Sit down and eat together. You are hungry too."
Gen Chisei pulled Sakura to sit next to him. The distance between them was very close, only a fist's distance away.
In the past, Ying always followed behind him one body length behind, and except when driving, they were basically never in the same straight line.
But now, things are different.
Ying looked at the young master who looked so tired and pale, with visible distress and concern on her face. She wanted to say that she was not hungry and give him a massage, but she didn't have time to open her mouth.
Yuan Zhisheng held the sterling silver knife and fork to cut the steak into small pieces, picked up a piece with the fork and handed it to his cherry lips.
The beautiful female assistant's eyes, which were usually calm, flashed a little panic, but she quickly calmed down, calmed the waves in her heart, slightly opened her red lips, took it into her mouth, and bit it with her pearly teeth, causing the juice to overflow.
It was grilled with butter and sprinkled with black pepper, rose salt and rosemary, so it should have been full of flavor, but all she tasted was the taste of happiness.
Yuan Zhisheng saw that her cheeks were slightly red as she ate, so he smiled, picked up a piece of beef with a knife, put it into his mouth and chewed it slowly.
"At the clan meeting tomorrow, Patriarch Fengmo and his men will nominate me as the new head of the clan. Do you think I should refuse or accept?"
After eating a steak, he held down Sakura who wanted to get up to pour wine, took out two high-heeled glasses, opened them and poured champagne.
Ying pinched the slender stem of the goblet with her fingers and gently shook it. The ripples of the wine in the glass seemed to reflect her restless heart. She replied softly:
"Whether you choose to agree or refuse, Sakura will follow you."
If a crow or a yaksha had said this, it might have been a smooth excuse.
But she was Sakura—the girl who always stood in his shadow, always followed him, and would never leave him no matter what he did or where he went. Even death could not take her away.
He smiled silently, took a sip of the wine, and savored the delicate and sweet taste of the champagne spreading between his lips and teeth.
"Do you remember the first time we met?"
Sakura nodded.
Of course she remembered.
At that time, she was just a weapons keeper at the shrine. The people of the Fuma family brought her back from the battlefield in Afghanistan. Because they didn't need a little kid like her to kill people, they left her in a deserted place to grow up quietly. When she grew up, she was assigned to work at the shrine.
She was very young and beautiful, with slightly blue eyes as clear as gemstones, but no one noticed her beauty.
Sakura works in a very remote place. Every day she sits in the shadows, which are covered with mold and moss and are out of the sun, sorting out old weapons. She lives in obscurity in a corner forgotten by the whole world, and there will never be a moment when her flower bud blooms.
She knew very little Japanese, was sloppy and had no idea how to dress herself. She wore a linen dress stained with oil every day and reeked of kerosene.
The linen clothes didn't fit her size and the buttons were not buttoned properly, revealing her soft white outline, but she didn't know how to cover it up and just wiped the gun numbly.
This job allowed her to have food to eat and not starve to death, so she had no complaints. It was better than exchanging human lives for food that could only fill her stomach in a dangerous battlefield.
She never expected the sunshine from the outside world to shine on her, nor did she think about her future.
So when Yuan Zhisheng suddenly appeared in front of her and stared at her oiling a broken knife for five minutes, she didn't even bother to look up at him.
Just as in Afghanistan, no one could get her attention except intermediaries and assassination targets.
He asked her if she would like to work for him.
There was a sense of isolation and vigilance in her eyes, but she still nodded and said, "If you give me food, I will work for you."
At that time, she thought Yuan Zhisheng was a new intermediary and she needed to kill people herself.
But he just wanted to give her dignity and let the beautiful flower bloom in the sun.
"Then it's settled." Yuan Zhisheng suddenly spoke in a cold voice, looking at Ying who was holding up the glass, his eyes solemn as if he was accepting someone's loyalty:
"From now on you are my subordinate, what will you do?"
Ying looked at him and was slightly stunned, then nodded slowly:
"It's a deal. I only know how to kill people. If you give me food, I'll help you kill people."
"No, I don't need you to help me kill people, I can kill people myself." Yuan Zhisheng put down his wine glass, looked at Ying with burning eyes, and repeated the conversation between them when they first met:
"But I lack a pretty subordinate. If I have a pretty girl following me when I go out, I will look very impressive. Are you willing to be a pretty girl under my command?"
Sakura's breathing visibly hitched.
Her knuckles turned white from the force with which she gripped the glass, and the bubbles of the champagne rose restlessly in the glass.
Those memories that have been buried deep in my heart by the years and are only occasionally revisited come flooding back like a tide.
She didn't expect that after so many years, he could still repeat the original conversation word for word, even the rhythm of the pauses was exactly the same.
After taking a breath, she whispered, "But I don't know what kind of pretty girl you like."
"I don't know either." Yuan Zhisheng looked at the girl's blue eyes that were as bright as stars, and slowly but firmly reached out his hand to her:
“But you can always try.”
Ying put down the wine glass, gently raised her hand and held Yuan Zhisheng's hand.
These are a pair of slender hands, still as rough as before, and lacking the softness and delicacy of a young girl. They are a testimony to the hardships of the past years, and also a trace of the two people's growth along the way relying on each other.
"So, am I now the pretty girl you like?"
Ying spoke word by word, and each syllable seemed to have traveled a long way before reaching her lips.
Under the light, her eyes were as blue as the calm sea after a storm, and the sea only reflected the figure of Yuan Zhisheng.
Yuan Zhisheng's evil eyes, which made countless people tremble with fear and dare not look into their eyes, were gentler than ever before. He tightened his fingers, wrapped her little hand completely, and then gently pulled her towards him.
Sakura leaned forward obediently, her hair floating with the movement, a few strands brushing against his cheeks, carrying a faint floral scent.
Yuan Zhisheng looked down at Sakura, whose heart and eyes were filled with only him, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly:
"Always."
The moment he finished speaking, he no longer suppressed his emotions, leaned over slightly, and kissed the girl whose eyes suddenly widened.
Her eyelashes trembled like the wings of a frightened butterfly, and Sakura's brain went blank for a moment. The scene that she had imagined countless times in her mind finally became a reality. The extreme happiness and joy almost made her computer crash on the spot.
But the incredibly warm touch on her lips brought her back to reality. She was so nervous that she didn't know what to do. The option of falling in love had never appeared on her study list.
Fortunately, she knew that she only needed to follow the young master's pace.
Just like when he taught her Japanese, she imitated the movements of his lips and tongue.
Close your eyes and immerse yourself in this boundless happiness and joy.
…
On the terrace of the Awakening Temple, Yaksha and Crow hid here to smoke.
The Deadpool who died here a few days ago has been completely dealt with, without leaving any blood.
Crow looked at the night view of Tokyo in the distance, which was no longer full of lights and feasting, and took a sip of a can of beer:
"The young master has made up his mind to leave. He will leave once all matters on the family side are resolved. By then, we will be masterless."
"What's the big deal? One of us is a scholar and the other is a warrior. With the elder's influence in the family, who dares not give him some face?" Yaksha opened a can of new wine and clinked glasses with him, without much sentimentality:
"If we really can't make it, we can just run to the boss for help."
"Young Master and Ying are out there enjoying their own world, and the two of us are going to be 70W light bulbs. Do you think this is appropriate?" Crow gave him a disdainful look.
"We'll talk about it when the time comes. I, Yasha, may be able to be the boss of the underworld."
"hehe."
"Okay, who are you showing your miserable face to? Haven't you always hoped that Sakura and the Boss would get together? Now that they have decided to live together, you are still reluctant to let them go, right?" Yasha patted Crow's shoulder hard, trying to get him to stand up.
"Bullshit, who said I was worrying about this."
"Then which one are you worried about?"
"I... I'm worried about the young master and Miss Eri." Crow found an excuse, "It's hard to say about the young master, but there's a high chance that Miss Eri will be kidnapped by Lu Mingfei.
With the young master's sister-con personality, how can he be at ease? He would have to call three times a day and fly to China once every two weeks, right? "
"Is that your business? Why are you just imagining it?" Yaksha snatched the can and put it in Crow's mouth, gulping down the wine and urging him to drink:
"We, as ministers, should stay out of our own way in our lord's family affairs."
The situation is very complicated now. Even the retired emperor who has disappeared for a long time has come out. If the four emperors start fighting due to disagreements, wouldn't the Sheqi Eight Families and those who came to mediate the fight be beaten to pieces?
At the same time, at the Tamamonomae Club, Angé and Uesugi Yue were sitting in a box, tasting wine while admiring the singing and dancing of Inuyama He's goddaughters.
But the latter was obviously preoccupied, his attention not at all on the girls' beautiful curves, he frowned and sighed from time to time.
Ange kept his composure and was not at all curious about what he was sighing about.
Soon, Uesugi Yue couldn't bear it anymore and asked for help:
"Ange, I will be meeting the young girl Eri tomorrow. What gift should I prepare? Is a land deed worth 1.2 billion US dollars enough?"
(End of this chapter)
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