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Nine generations of residence.
In the corridor, Jiushi Longxin looked toward the rockery. Liu whispered in his ear what had happened yesterday: "Last night, the Garden Club and Amamiya Zunlong exchanged fire in Little Asia. Many people from the Garden Club died, and Amamiya Zunlong also died. However, his two younger brothers escaped."
"Oh? Where's the USB drive?"
"Uezono Ryuomi said he took it back."
The result is good. Ninth Dragon Heart nodded.
Footsteps sounded from behind him. The corridor floor was made of specially customized planks, a technique passed down from the ancient Warring States period that ensured that even the most skilled assassin would make a sound when they landed barefoot.
Jiushi Longxin clasped his hands together. He had seen many storms and this was his home ground. The unannounced sound of strange footsteps only made him raise his eyebrows. Instead, Liu Longren turned his head and saw someone who shouldn't be there, so he was stunned for a moment.
He was halfway through drawing the knife hidden in his sleeve, not knowing whether to continue. Jiushi Longxin noticed that Liu's movements had paused, and he had some guesses.
The man whispered, "Masaki Amemiya and Hiroto Amemiya just broke into the Kamisama headquarters. The Kamisama group has suffered numerous casualties. And the funniest thing is... President Kamisama's newly acquired USB flash drive has been stolen."
The Ninth Dragon Heart finally turned around and took a look at the newcomer. He cared deeply for his son and therefore knew the faces of several young people his son was close to. He immediately recognized the newcomer and said calmly, "Oh, it's you, the boy from the Kurosaki family, Noble."
The older man shook his head, seemingly unsurprised by the turn of events. "Uezono Ryuomi... screwed up again. So what? What did you come here to say?"
"But thankfully, the USB drive from Amamiya Zunlong was fake," Noble said. He pulled out the thing that had directly and indirectly caused the deaths of so many people from his pocket, and respectfully presented it like a vassal paying tribute to the emperor. "This... is the real USB drive."
"...You are much more reliable than Long Chen!"
"You are too kind."
"Too much modesty is hypocrisy, you don't have to be like that. Kurosaki often praises you, you know? He often says that your brilliance is too bright, but it's a pity that the Kurosaki Club is too small. One Genji and one Kurosaki Hana are already its limits. If Genji wasn't so broad-minded, there would be no room for you long ago. I also often tell Kurosaki that we need to keep up with the times. We need some fresh blood! What do you think? We are Kowloon. Kowloon. If one of the garden clubs is gone, another one will be needed to fill it."
"——I'm at your service."
"Well, but how are you going to name it? You can't call it the Noble Group, right? You should also choose a name that doesn't sound like Little Asia."
He paused and said, "Sakurai. Sakurai Minami."
Jiushi Longxin was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter. "Right, right! You're from Little Asia, so it's time for you to have a good name that suits you! Well, your past experiences don't matter, Xiaonan. Now all you have to do is finish off Shangyuan Longchen. Go ahead and crown yourself with his blood!"
So, at the latest Kowloon meeting, a familiar-looking young man knelt in the seat that should have belonged to Uezono Ryuomi. Amidst the others' surprised and wary gazes, the young man calmly stated, "My name is Sakurai Minami. From now on, the Sakurai Society will serve Kowloon alongside all of you. Thank you for your guidance."
There is no doubt that with the support of the strongest group of young blood, Jiulong is about to usher in a new era of even greater prosperity.
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