Dragon Clan: Reboot Life

Chapter 192 The Beginning of Awakening
"Speaking of which, Angers, this is how many times have you come to Japan?"

"The second time, in 1945, as a representative of the occupying forces, I came on a cruiser of the US Navy." Angers put down his glass and looked at Tokyo, which was close at hand outside the window. "At that time, the Japanese customs was still in ruins, far from what it is now. prosperity."

"Principal Angers' life is really a legend." The priest patted the vice-principal beside him, and said earnestly, "You can't become a legend if you're in the attic."

"You are amazing." Angers smiled. "In front of your long life, I may be just a mayfly that lives and dies."

The priest shook his head: "The thickness of life is not based on length. In my eyes, your life is thick enough to be written in a book."

"Oh? In the eyes of Mr. Bishop, how is the thickness of life judged?"

"Enlightenment, choice, experience..." Mr. Father counted slowly with his fingers.

"What is enlightenment?"

"Self-insight before making a choice."

"What is choice?"

"It is an indispensable part of the long life experience. Life always starts with our choices and extends to different forks."

"What do you mean..."

The vice-principal lazily interrupted them: "Don't continue practicing Tai Chi there, life is so short, why don't we just go straight to it, if you want to ask anything, hurry up and ask, get off the plane soon."

Angers and the priest were dumbfounded. They looked at each other and smiled in unison.

"This trip to Tokyo, can Mr. Bishop remind me of anything?" Angers asked directly.

Mr. Father pinched his fingers and said in a deep voice: "Stay away from the place of love and moon, it will make you unlucky."

Angers was dumbfounded.

The vice-principal said sadly: "Old guy, I misread you. I didn't expect you to go to such a filthy place at such an old age!"

Anger said with a dark face: "Where do you have the position and qualifications to say me?"

The vice-principal put down his glass and held Angers' hand affectionately: "It makes sense, then I have nothing to say, only one sentence, please take me with you when you go, I will help you bear this sin."

Ange shook off his hand in disgust, took out a handkerchief and wiped it: "It's almost time to get off the plane, get ready to get off."

"What are you preparing for?" the vice-principal scratched his head and said, "Didn't you say that you still have some friends and subordinates in Japan? Will they come to pick you up? Want to fight and kill?"

The vice-principal said compassionately: "I hate fighting, please remind me, Ange, before you make a move. I will turn my back on it. I have never seen blood since I was a child."

Anger's face twitched and said, "Why did you come here?"

"To witness history." The vice-principal stared, "I am a historian, do you know the historian? Can you expect Sima Qian to go to the battlefield and bayonet the little Japanese devils?"

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Narita Airport, immigration hall.

With harsh braking sounds, more than ten black Mercedes cars stopped at the door, completely blocking the passage.

A group of men got out of the car, in black suits and black sunglasses, with solemn faces, as if they had been rehearsed a long time ago, they were divided into different groups, some formed a human wall to isolate the passengers, some stood guard under the door and window, A group of people followed a silver-haired elder into the VIP room, forming like a black arrowhead, tearing apart the panicked crowd.

"Please send someone over here quickly! There are so many of them, they must be armed! Their clothes are bulging! Call the police! Express..."

A girl in a customs uniform was holding a microphone and crouching under her desk, speaking in a low voice and hastily.

The voice in the microphone suddenly stopped, and there was a dead silence.

The silver-haired elder stood in front of the table.With a kind smile, he bowed slightly: "I'm sorry to trouble you, so I don't need to call."

The telephone wire that had been severed with a knife was in the hands of the elder, and the elder slowly put it on the table.

The customs girl's eyes fell on the elder's hand, and she couldn't help trembling slightly.

Those old hands were full of tattoos, with a five-headed naga tattooed on each hand, five ferocious snake heads wrapped around his five fingers, and each head wore a high crown of flames.

"I made you laugh." The elder said apologetically, and put his hands back into the sleeves of his suit.

His sleeves were deliberately made a little longer, enough to hide his entire hand.

"This is the customs office... You... don't mess around!" The girl warned the other party cautiously.

She already knew the identity of the other party completely.

In Japan, tattoos are a symbol of gangsters, and every gangster must have a tattoo.

Tattoos are the loyalty of members to the organization. It cannot be completely washed off. People with tattoos will bear the imprint of gangsters all their lives. After leaving the gangsters, they will not be able to integrate into society, so they can only be loyal to the organization.

A tattoo that covers the fingers like the old man's must have come from a master-level tattoo artist. In gangs, this is a sign of extremely high status.

"It will be over soon," the old man bowed and stepped back, "Please continue your work with peace of mind."

"It's also best not to make redundant movements, everyone."

The old man turned to the security personnel surrounded in the corner and bowed deeply.

His eyes scanned the hundreds of passengers waiting to enter the customs before him, his eyes were as sharp as scratches on people's faces.

People stare at each other in horror. A large Airbus A380 has just landed at Narita Airport. These are tourists waiting to enter.

They try to spot a suspicious face from around them.

Who in the end is qualified to make the Japanese gangsters so "important"?
Young people in black suits blocked every passage. Their hands subconsciously raised to their waists, and a lump bulged under their suits. It was unknown whether it was a short knife or a gun.

All are elite gangsters.

There was a dead silence in the entry and exit hall, only the sound of heavy breathing and heartbeat.

"This is our passport," an old man with white hair handed over his customs clearance documents at the desk of the customs girl. "This time I am going to the University of Tokyo for an academic visit, can you help us apply for a visa?"

The customs girl stared dumbfounded at the daring passenger.

He looks about fifty or sixty years old, but he maintains his figure like a young man in his twenties
He wore a gray suit with a camel cashmere scarf and smiled faintly.

"The first girl I talked to in Tokyo had the traditional beauty of 'Yamato Nadeko', so happy." The old guy took out the dazzling red rose from his suit pocket and put it on the table in a gentlemanly manner.

The stamp of entry permission was knocked down, and the girl lowered her voice when handing back the passport: "Go!"

The gangsters had no intention of hindering her work. The young people in black maintained their attractive aura and stood quietly, like a long knife stuck there.

As long as the gangsters allow it, letting go of one more passenger at this time means saving one more life. Who knows if there will be a shootout in a while?

"I hope that next time I come to Japan, there will be such a beautiful girl to welcome me at the customs." The old man put away his passport.

The elder of the gang suddenly took a step forward, approaching Angers' back.

Everyone's breathing stopped.

The elder picked up Angers' heavy suitcase and bowed deeply, as if he was about to lower his head to the ground.

"Inuyama's father, Yoshitaka Tanigawa, is honored to welcome Principal Ange, welcome to Japan! You have worked hard all the way!"

"So they came to pick me up. I said why there are so many people. Speaking of which, do we need so many people to pick me up?"

Ange said lightly, he didn't even look back at the elders behind him.

The elder looked older than him, but Angers behaved like a young waiter.

"All the families in Tokyo want to receive Principal Angers, and the Inuyama family wants to take the lead, so they have to bring more people." The elder bowed as if apologetic, "Principal, please forgive me!"

Ang Hot nodded: "Hasegawa Yoshitaka? I seem to remember the name. What level are you in?"

Hasegawa Yoshitaka's face actually glowed red with "a sense of honor", he straightened his back and stood at attention with both feet.

He is majestic and his voice is loud, "Enrolled in 1955, graduated with a major in precision machinery, and I have had the honor to listen to your personal lectures from the principal!"

The hall was silent.

"Oh, I remembered, you were a baby face when you were young."

"Yes! The shape of your face and appearance have changed as you get older. It's not as good as the principal's maintaining the demeanor of the past."

"It's really sad to see my students are older than me. Besides..." Anger said coldly, "It's shameful to be working in the underworld at such an age."

He turned and walked towards the exit.

Yoshitaka Hasegawa hurriedly followed with his suitcase.

The young people lined up quickly and lined the road to welcome them. They looked straight ahead with solemn expressions.

Angers waved his hand without looking sideways: "Hello, classmates!"

"Hi principal!" the young people said in unison.

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"Hello, students! Hello, principal!" the vice-principal yelled in a low voice from the back seat, "Tsk tsk, what a majesty!"

Angers and the night watchman sat in the back seat, while the priest sat in the driver's seat.

It was supposed to be Yoshitaka Hasegawa who was driving, but was rejected by the priest righteously. He said that he was the exclusive driver of Principal Angers, and immediately drove Yoshitaka Hasegawa out of the car and let them lead the way.

The former couldn't hold back him, so he had no choice but to sit in the car in front of him.

Ange closed his eyes and walked in the back seat, ignoring the old guy beside him.

As night fell, the convoy finally stopped in front of a black crystal-like building.

Hasegawa Yoshitaka opened the car door respectfully: "Principal, please!"

Angers glanced at the giant neon sign hanging in the night sky, "Tamazamae Club".

"Instead of taking me to the shrine or your new headquarters, take me to the club?"

Angers raised his eyebrows. If he had changed it before, he would have been happy to try new things, but now...

"This is the most luxurious club owned by the family, and the welcome reception is arranged here." Yilong led the way in front, "The owner said that the headmaster was also a romantic man when he was young, so he would like it here. The vice headmaster... probably will too like."

He sneaked another glance at the man with the big belly, still in disbelief.

He still couldn't believe that this guy was the former vice principal.

When he entered school in 1955, the vice principal at that time was handsome and handsome, with a sculptural handsome face, a Greek-style high nose, and slender curly hair between a libertine and a rock youth. The ideal lover for all girls.

But now...

I really don't know whether to be sad or happy.

After so many years, Principal Ange is still as young as ever, younger than him, and the vice principal who once snatched the attention of all the girls is completely crippled...

"Does Ahe know what kind of woman I like?" Anger smiled, "I'm very picky."

"No matter what type the principal likes, the Inuyama family has the confidence to satisfy the principal."

Yilong pushed open the door, as if he had opened the door to another world.

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"The vice-principal is here too? There's also an exclusive driver for Principal Angers?"

Yuan Zhisheng stopped in the underground parking lot of Genji Heavy Industries, and turned to look at Sakura.

"Yes." Sakura nodded, "Mr. Tachibana Masamune asked you to drink, are you really not going?"

Yuan Zhisheng stood in front of the car door in silence for a while, and said, "Notify Dad, I have something to go out."

"Are you going to see the Rector Angers?"

"Yes." Yuan Zhisheng did not deny it, recalling the information about Angers that he read not long ago.

He had studied at the Academy of Kassel and had been invited to afternoon tea in Angers.

But in his impression, Angers is actually a cynical old guy, a gentleman, who considers himself an educator, but likes to play very much, and sometimes does not do his job properly.

But after reading those materials, Yuan Zhisheng put away this "prejudice" completely.

Anyone who sees Angers' "resume" will feel a sense of awe and sincerely hope that he will not become his enemy!
The file about Angers is hundreds of pages thick, and it records all kinds of things from Angers birth to the present. Angers may not remember many things back then, but they are quietly recorded in this document. in the file.

In that file, Yuan Zhisheng read three words - Avengers.

This is an Avenger through and through.

There is a coal mine hidden in the heart of a man like Angers. Once the anger is ignited, it can no longer be extinguished. Either it will burn the enemy or burn itself.

It was also after reading this file that Yuan Zhisheng began to worry about this meeting.

Angers is definitely not the kind of person who will shrink back. Wherever he stands, the bottom line is there.

And the Patriarch Inuyama, who claims to have suffered the most humiliation from Angers, will suffer the most direct blow once there is an inevitable conflict with Angers!
In front of that man, Patriarch Inuyama is by no means an opponent!

"What about the Gokurakukan?" Sakura asked, "Mr. Tachibana Masamune said that the Gokurakukan is the most important stronghold of the demons in Osaka. It is a fatal blow, and this blow must be done by you."

"You go to Crow and Yaksha for a meeting and sort out a plan to attack the Bliss Palace. It is a place where all kinds of evil gather, but it has been able to operate in the mountains of Osaka for such a long time. There must be politicians and high-level police behind it to protect it , I want to know who those people are, and I also want to know how many guards, weapons, cash, and customers the God of Bliss Hall has. When everything is ready, I will go out in person!"

Yuan Zhisheng raised his foot to crush the cigarette butt, and said softly, "But now, I need to meet Principal Angers to ensure the safety of Patriarch Inuyama."

"Why are you suddenly so worried about Patriarch Inuyama's safety?"

"...Because I am the head of everyone now." Yuan Zhisheng was silent for a while, and said, "Isn't the head of the family supposed to appear on this occasion?"

There was exhaustion, bewilderment, and lack of confidence in his tone, but what supported everything in the deepest part was a kind of consciousness that was still weak.

The car door was suddenly pulled open.

Sakura sat in the driver's seat, started the engine, and looked at Yuan Zhisheng who was still standing stupidly outside the car window.

"Young master, please get in the car as soon as possible."

"I will make another phone call to inform the crow to go to the Battle Command Department to confirm the internal information of the Bliss Pavilion."

"Since you are acting as the head of the family, you can't be without someone to follow and serve you."

(End of this chapter)