From Naruto onwards, I've become a dreamer.

Chapter 282 A Warm Welcome Ceremony

South of Tokyo, in Kanagawa Prefecture, on the outskirts of Yokohama.

Here lies a desolate coastline. Bright headlights pierce the night as black Hummers speed along the highway, traversing the salt flats towards their destination.

Soon, at the end of the desolate salt flats, half of the runway appeared, while the other half was submerged in the sea.

After the convoy stopped, a young man wearing a black trench coat, with delicate and handsome features and fair skin, got out of the car by opening the passenger door.

"Little Lord."

The men in black around him immediately lowered their heads in respect upon seeing him.

The young man respectfully addressed as 'Young Master' is none other than the renowned young master of the Snake Clan and head of the Minamoto family, Minamoto Chisei, of the Kassel Japan branch.

Looking at the vast expanse of the runway submerged by seawater and almost abandoned, Genji remained silent for a moment before asking, "Sakura, are you sure they'll land in this godforsaken place?"

"That's what the driver said."

The only woman, a petite and cute girl who deliberately kept a straight face, pushed up her glasses, glanced at her watch, and said, "Three minutes left. Since it's the principal's private plane, it shouldn't be late and should land on time, right?"

Three minutes. Genji looked up at the night sky; he hated people who weren't punctual.

Besides, it wouldn't matter if it were someone of high status, but they are just students from the three main campuses. What right do they have to be picked up by Genjiro?
But no matter how unhappy I am, I still have to listen to my father.

Sitting on the bumper of the Hummer, Genji said calmly, "Let's make some simple preparations. We need to at least have the appearance of a welcoming ceremony, so that they won't say we're not giving headquarters face and mistreating the agents they sent."

"Yes."

The men in black got to work.

Although three minutes is short, it is more than enough to set up a simple welcoming ceremony.

A snow-white napkin was laid on the hood of the Hummer, and three tulip glasses were placed on it. Champagne was taken out from the car and poured into each glass. Freshly cut lemon slices were inserted into the rim of the glasses, and a bouquet of flowers was added.

As far as the ceremony was concerned, Genjiro believed that it was enough to give the headquarters face.

A deafening roar came from the sky above the sea. The clouds, as dark as ink, made it seem as if some ferocious beast was approaching. The sonic booms generated by the air currents could be clearly heard by the people below, even though they were hundreds of meters above the ground.

"coming."

Yuan Zhisheng said, a cigarette dangling from his lips.

Sleipnir was like a runaway carriage, its massive wings whipping up waves on the sea. The moment it lowered its landing gear, the tires screeched violently against the runway, sending blinding sparks flying. Like a ferocious beast in the night, it roared straight toward the people on the other side of the runway.

Braking at top speed causes a surge of air to rush forward.

Sitting on the bumper, Genji remained expressionless, his hair flying wildly, his eyes cold and piercing. He watched silently, like a runaway bull charging towards them, a colossal steel beast.

Those standing next to Yuan Zhisheng, whether it was the petite girl or the several burly men, remained completely unmoved.

He didn't utter a single word, as if he wouldn't utter a single syllable even if he were crushed by that raging steel behemoth, as long as that young man was there. He didn't even twitch an eyebrow from beginning to end.

The phrase "unfazed even when Mount Tai collapses before you" pretty much describes this kind of person.

Fortunately, Sleipnir stopped at the last moment, and the nose of the plane was only a few meters away from the Hummer. Compared to the behemoth, this distance was extremely dangerous.

The driver's lips twitched. He was so close to ruining his reputation. So, through the window, he gave the young man the middle finger.

The hatch opened and the gangway descended.

"Is this all the welcoming ceremony the Japanese branch prepared? Shouldn't they have prepared a dozen or so girls to present flowers?"

The blond man at the head of the group looked down arrogantly, his brows furrowing as he surveyed the crowd, his tone quite displeased.

"Japan has so many runways, why choose to land here?" sighed the black-haired boy with a long, black-sheathed sword at his waist.

"Who knows? It's kind of cold though."

The last one was a human with short, curly blond hair and gold-rimmed glasses.

Sitting on the bumper, Genjiro coldly stared at the three, showing no intention of going over to greet them. With a thin cigarette dangling from his mouth, he said indifferently, "Welcome, all three of you. I am Genjiro, a 03 graduate of Kassel College, and currently the Director of the Executive Bureau of the Japanese Branch." "Caesar Gattuso."

A man with long blond hair walked over, staring intently at the young man, and finally grinned: "You're pretty good, but remember not to park haphazardly next time."

"???"

Yuan Zhisheng's temples bulged with veins. What did he mean by parking illegally?

Another man with a long, black-sheathed sword at his waist walked over, glanced at him indifferently, and said, "Chu Zihang, the place where you parked your car makes you an easy target for a fatal accident."

Genjiro's face twitched slightly, then he saw the last man, a bespectacled man who looked gentle, walk over and extend his hand to him: "Hello, my name is Adam Angelweid. Please don't mind what they said. Thank you very much for coming to greet us."

Finally, I've met someone who's somewhat normal. Yuan Zhisheng thought to himself, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

The original intention to give the people from headquarters a hard time was completely ruined by the few words those two people had just spoken.

"May I ask which of the three is the team leader for this mission?" Genji asked coldly.

Caesar, who was already in the car, waved as if calling for a waiter and said casually, "That's me. Is there anything else? Let's drive quickly. I don't want to stay in this dark place. It's so boring."

The people around him had grim expressions. Their respected young master was being looked down upon in such a way, how could they not be furious?

Genjiro took another deep breath, forcibly suppressing his anger, and handed a document to Caesar: "Before we depart, please sign this to confirm."

"bill?"

Caesar didn't even lift his eyelids, casually pulling out a black card from his pocket and handing it over: "This is my credit card, take it."

"???"

Yuan Zhisheng's forehead veins bulged out in a cross shape, and he almost couldn't resist raising his hand to slap the credit card away.

From the moment they officially met until now, less than a few minutes have passed, and his supposedly decent self-control has already been nearly broken several times.

This blond man from headquarters was so arrogant that it was unbelievable. If it were anyone else, he would probably have had them tied up and sunk in the Sea of ​​Japan by now.

Stay calm, stay calm.
Yuan Zhisheng repeated the instructions several times in his mind, then said expressionlessly, "This is the plan for handling the remains. This mission has a very high risk factor. If any of you meet with misfortune, your remains will be airlifted back to your respective hometowns."

"Oh, that's good, your work is very meticulous."

Caesar took the document, signed his name beautifully with flowing strokes, handed it back with an appreciative look, and commented, "I will report this truthfully to the principal when I get back."

Yuan Zhisheng took another deep breath. In just a few minutes, he had already resisted the urge to slap this idiot to death several times.

"By the way, the welcoming ceremony you prepared was too simple; I'm not satisfied with it."

Caesar, with a Cohiba cigar dangling from his lips and an arrogant expression on his face, said, "So, I've decided to experience some Japanese culture tonight. You should know where to go, right? Chu Zihang, Adam, you two shouldn't mind, should you?"

Chu Zihang closed his eyes to rest in the back seat and said indifferently, "It doesn't matter. You're the team leader, you decide."

Do you think I'm a tour guide?

Yuan Zhisheng remained expressionless, silently thinking to himself, perhaps he shouldn't have come tonight.

Or, how about we have someone cast this annoying thing into a concrete pile and drive it into the sea?
A dangerous thought began to brew in his mind, and Genji's gaze toward Caesar grew increasingly hostile.

At this moment, Adam, who had remained silent all along, suddenly pushed up his glasses and said calmly, "Ladies and gentlemen, although it may be a bit of a mood killer to bring this up now, I still have to ask, Mr. Genjiro, are the 'guests' over there also part of this welcoming ceremony?"

The salt flats, shrouded in the darkness of night, were illuminated by dozens of bright golden eyes.

It's like being in a pitch-black cave, only to suddenly discover that you're surrounded by bloodthirsty bats, their bright golden eyes filled with bloodlust and cruelty.

Genjiro's expression instantly turned serious, his face extremely grim: "No, they are... the Demon Clan."

"It seems there are others who are welcoming our arrival."

Adam adjusted his glasses, a gentle smile playing on his lips: "Mr. Genjiro, it seems your intelligence work isn't going very well."

(End of this chapter)