Dragon Clan: Force me to be reborn and slay dragons

Chapter 239 The Emperor Takes the Blame! The Emperor Bears the Burden! The Emperor Carries the Entire Family!

While Lu Mingfei and Erii were busy on their date, the Snake Clan was also busy.

At the Tamamo-no-Mae Club, the former master and apprentice drank and chatted happily, surrounded by beautiful girls dressed in JK sailor skirts, while Inuyama He's goddaughters took turns performing their talents.

The scene wasn't erotic, but it was a beautiful sight that only true dignitaries could appreciate.

After relatively simple negotiations, the Snake Clan and Kassel College reached an agreement.

Let's take down the White King first, and discuss the rest later.

Kassel College provided personnel and technology, while the Snake Clan provided funds and manpower.

The pile of documents left behind by Tachibana Masamune has been sent back to the academy headquarters, and the executive and equipment departments are working hard to formulate a plan to annihilate the White King.

To give the Japanese branch, which had already announced its mass resignation, a sense of participation, the Snake-Headed Eight Family Think Tank, led by Genichiro Ryoma and Shio Miyamoto, also contributed their efforts, except that their plan was called the God-Slaying Plan.

Therefore, those lunatics in the Equipment Department suggested dropping a nuclear bomb into the Japan Trench, which would be a true god-slaying weapon.

In the face of nuclear bombs, all beings are equal. Regardless of whether the White King has been resurrected or not, he cannot survive a nuclear explosion.

If one bomb isn't enough, then use a few more.

Unfortunately, this proposal was rejected by the Snake Clan.

After all, those lunatics are far away in North America, and the potential continental shelf landslides, tsunamis, and nuclear contamination caused by a nuclear explosion won't affect them, which is why they dare to propose such a heinous plan.

After consultation, both sides agreed to first use sonar and other means to determine whether the Dragon King is indeed hatching in the Japan Trench, and then decide whether to send a manned submersible to the seabed for exploration, locate the White King, and offer a salute for the King's resurrection.

Of course, this shot might hurt a bit; at best, it could reduce bones to ashes, and at worst, it could destroy the body and erase all traces.

Upon learning this news, Genjiro temporarily put aside his father, whose whereabouts were unknown, and devoted himself wholeheartedly to preparing for the God-Slaying Plan.

The Ganryu Research Institute has already prepared exploration vessels, while the Model Moniach from Kassel College is on its way.

The Moniach failed to pass customs inspection and enter Chinese territory. It would be very difficult to get through customs and sneak in smoothly, so it simply came to the Sea of ​​Japan to shine.

However, its old captain, Professor Mans, was still arguing with the mixed-race family in China and was destined to miss the chance to participate in this god-slaying plan that would be recorded in the history of mixed-race people.

No matter, Angers will take his place as captain of the Moniach.

The principal rowed his boat without oars, relying entirely on the waves throughout his life. Back then, he came to Japan aboard a cruiser as a lieutenant commander in the U.S. Navy, making him a true veteran of World War II.

Moreover, a group of people have also gathered at the main campus and are on their way.

A country cannot be without a king for a day, and a family cannot be without a master for a day.

Since they've decided to pull off something big, the Snake Clan needs someone to make the decisions.

As the head of the Hebi-Hachi family, Fuma Kotaro had the final say in everything when the patriarch was away. However, since his position was not legitimate, he decided to gather the family's high-ranking members at a shrine in Kobe before the operation officially began and elect a new patriarch.

Otherwise, once the God-Slaying Plan ends and the dark clouds hanging over the Snake Clan dissipate, the various families and factions will fight for the position of patriarch, which would be tantamount to giving the covetous Kassel College a huge advantage.

Now is a critical moment concerning the life and death of the Snake Clan. Only those who can stand up, shoulder the burden, and bear the responsibility for the entire clan are truly worthy of the position of patriarch.

Kotaro Fuma has absolutely no respect for those guys who jump out to claim credit after a victory.

However, the current heads of the Snake Clan are all old, weak, sick and disabled. The one most capable of carrying the entire clan, Huang, has not yet fully grown up and lacks the ability to stand on his own. Moreover, what happened last night really made him feel like he had a bone stuck in his throat.

The last person to become the leader of the Snake Clan at such a young age as Genjiro made a mess of the entire clan, and even committed arson, murder, and looting before fleeing.

but……

Considering that Genjiro had no sense of belonging to the Snake Clan, and that the only rope that could bind him had been forcibly cut, they didn't even know what to do with his body.

Rather than forcing him to remain in the underworld and sink into depravity, it would be better to let him contribute to the family in the end, as a way of repaying the family for all the resources they have invested in him over the years.

To prevent Genji from one day becoming like his scoundrel father, Uesugi Kotsu, who remained silent until he made a stunning move, blowing up Genji Heavy Industries to announce his departure.

Although he is a bit stubborn and naively pursues so-called justice and fairness, he is truly committed when it comes to matters.

If a real fight breaks out, he will definitely be at the forefront, relying on his strong royal bloodline to charge ahead!

Thinking about it this way, it seems that putting him in charge is the best option.

After all, it was in accordance with ancient customs for Genjiro to be the patriarch, and we could trust him to shoulder responsibilities and obligations without worrying that he would follow the example of the Eight Serpent Clan and run away with a bucket.

The bucket also contained a bunch of family heirlooms!
The son pays for the father's debts; the biological father is the father, and the adoptive father is also the father!

If Genjiro doesn't clean up the mess left by Uesugi Echizen and Tachibana Masamune, who will?

Once this hardship is overcome, Genjiro can go wherever he wants, roaming freely in the world.

Moreover, he can then choose a successor for the family head, which can avoid meaningless wrangling and elections, achieving multiple benefits in one fell swoop.

With this in mind, Fuma Kotaro set off for the medical clinic, intending to discuss something with the head of the Ryoma family.

Hmm, I hope the head of the Sakurai family isn't here.

The aging leaders of the five outer organizations sighed inwardly, lamenting the troubles they had caused in their youth.

……

On the other side, at the Takamagahara nightclub.

Chu Zihang was forcibly pushed into the position of acting boss of the Yorozuya by Lu Mingfei, under the pretext of helping his brother take care of the business and protecting his brother's second brother-in-law and sister-in-law.

He didn't have much to do here, but luckily there was a humpback whale gym on the fourth floor where he could kill time.

When Mai Shude returned later, she left behind a pile of documents, which allowed us to glimpse the unknown past through the principal's file.

While I'm at it, I'll see if I can find any clues related to my father.

As for the others, they continued doing what they were supposed to do, chasing girls and dancing as usual.

In just half a day, Lao Tang and Fingel had become familiar with each other. The two huddled together and whispered that Lu Mingfei was using fishing as an excuse to go on a date, and he probably wouldn't be going back to Takamagahara for a while. After that, they would go down to work as male escorts together when it got dark.

With Lu Mingfei's connections, Humpback Whale readily accepted Fingel, and soon discovered that this guy was also a talent, so he prepared to give him a dazzling debut like Old Tang.

Kazama Ruri, the incarnation of Genji, is a top-tier host in Japan. He often appears randomly on the streets to bring warmth to lucky girls and occasionally stops briefly in host clubs. Humpback Whale naturally wants to invite him to give some pointers to the hosts in Takamagahara, preferably to personally take the stage.

Unfortunately, Genjiro's body was very weak, and at this moment she was no longer the alluring and charming Kazama Ruri. Her gentleness was only reserved for her brother and sister, as well as Sakurai Kogure, who had already entrusted herself to him.

At this moment, the two of them stayed in the suite on the third floor with Yabuki Sakura, listening to their sister-in-law talk about their brother.

Despite being a member of the Demon Clan for so many years, Genji never stopped paying attention to her brother, and everything about him in Japan was deeply imprinted in her mind.

However, since they belong to different camps, the information he gathers cannot be comprehensive. Now that Sakura, who is his sister-in-law in his dream, is here, he naturally wants to find out more about her.

Of course, he didn't forget Erii either.

Although Sakura changed his mind from yesterday and said that the kinship test results would take another ten days to half a month, he was certain that Erii was his younger sister.

So when Sakura mentioned that Erii had been in a coma for a whole week and had a very long dream, his expression became somewhat strange.

Unfortunately, Sakura didn't know what kind of dream she was having; it was a secret belonging to Erii and her brother.

"Then, has my brother had similar dreams?" Genji asked, holding Sakurai Kogure's hand with curiosity.

Sakura shook her head, indicating that she didn't know either. But having followed the young master for so many years, she had seen him fall asleep in the car due to exhaustion from missions, only to wake up quickly with a low-pressure aura emanating from him.

That scene, compared to the Uesugi family head's cheerful state upon waking each time, was hardly a pleasant dream. Seeing this, Genji wasn't disappointed; just as he had been "entangled" by those recurring dreams but hadn't told his bedmate, his brother was surely keeping it a secret as well.

It seems this is a talent shared by the three siblings.

Is it considered a blessing from the royal bloodline?

Leaving that topic aside for now, Genji looked at the poised and confident Sakura and suddenly asked:
Have you ever considered being with my brother?

"Huh?" Sakura was startled by the unexpected question and leaned back slightly. Her hands, which never trembled even when killing someone and seeing blood, almost dropped the cup for a moment.

She instinctively wanted to shake her head, but stopped herself halfway through the movement.

Seeing her reaction, Yuan Zhinv found it amusing: "What, do you not like my brother?"

Sometimes he really is like a clueless blockhead. When he was a kid, girls at school would give him love letters, but he never responded. After that, those girls stopped liking him.

That's obviously a lie. The truth is that when those girls found out that Genji was from the Yakuza, they deliberately stayed away from him, but secretly they still liked his looks and often wondered how someone so handsome could be associated with the Yakuza.

But Sakura didn't know that; she just thought those girls must be blind. Why should a person's entire being be judged based on their birth?

She was just an assassin who was orphaned by the war, but she was redeemed by the young master's kind heart, embraced a normal life again, and enjoyed the beauty and happiness she had never experienced before.

"That's because they simply don't understand how good the young master is." As Sakura said this, she had already transformed back into the intellectual and elegant assistant to the young master.

When it comes to the young master, she always takes it very seriously, using her special assassin skills to suppress all her emotions and focus all her attention on Yuan Zhisheng.

Seeing her standing up for her brother, Yuan Zhinv couldn't help but smile slightly: "It seems that Sakura really likes her brother."

Kogure Sakurai, who was standing to the side, nodded, clearly seeing a reflection of herself in Sakura.

The girl across from her was just as madly in love with the man surnamed Yuan beside her.

Seeing the handsome man and beautiful woman opposite her both wearing maternal smiles, Ying knew she was being teased. She wasn't angry, but simply took a sip of tea to calm the slight ripples in her heart.

"Yes."

She nodded, her voice soft and gentle, yet it conveyed a resolute determination that said, "I will never part from you, not even if mountains crumble and the heavens and earth unite."

If the upstairs is a lifelong commitment until the seas run dry and the rocks crumble, then the downstairs is a surging, passionate pursuit.

Although he was a newbie who had only been in the business for a day, Lao Tang still acted like an experienced person, teaching Sakurai Akira and Fingel how to be a qualified host.

Sakurai Akira can't be called a blank slate, but compared to Fingel, who easily turns the Yorozuya into a mess just by spending a little more time on the fourth floor, he's a bit too naive.

Old Tang learned most of what he said from Lu Mingfei and Humpback Whale, and also summarized his own experience in North American bars. It would be difficult for Sakurai Akira, a handsome guy who had been in prison academy since he was five years old, to fully understand him.

After teaching for quite a while, Fingel had already found the right target to practice and was making the other person laugh uncontrollably, but Sakurai Akira still couldn't get it. Old Tang sighed helplessly:

"Enough already, just instilling theoretical knowledge is ultimately just empty talk. Watch my performance."

As he spoke, he turned around, preparing to find a female customer who didn't seem to be that skilled to practice with.

As soon as she turned around, she met a pair of eyes that seemed to be smiling but weren't. The owner of the eyes was wearing light makeup, and her delicate face showed a hint of fatigue, but the smile was impossible to hide.

Ryoma's pink lips curved slightly, his eyes gleaming with a fierce desire to attack, yet his voice was incredibly soft, like that of a frail, delicate young woman easily pushed over:
"What will the performance be like? Will the guests be needed to cooperate?"

Mr. Constantine?

As she spoke, she stepped forward, grabbed Old Tang's arm, and hugged him tightly.

Feeling his arm sinking deep into the mountain, Old Tang abruptly stopped taking a half-step back. His mouth opened and closed, but he couldn't say anything. It wasn't just his arm that was sealed; his two comically shaped eyebrows furrowed together, making his whole face look like the character "囧" (jiǒng, meaning awkward or embarrassed).

Feeling the curious gaze of the young gigolo behind him, Old Tang forced himself to maintain the aura of a senior expert: "You, how did you get here?"

Didn't they say that the Snake Clan is currently as anxious as ants on a hot pan?
As an important member of the Ryoma family, how can you still have the mood to come to a host club for pleasure?

Ryoma Kaoru, you have no heart!

"Is this important?" Ryoma Kaoru looked at him with a smile, ignoring Sakurai Akira who was staring blankly with a look of "senpai is so amazing," and half-dragged, half-pulled Old Tang to the private room from last night.

Old Tang's look tonight hasn't changed much. He just styled his hair a little and didn't wear a hat. He's still dressed in a Western cowboy outfit, just in a different color.

Herzog was exposed yesterday, so why is it my turn today?
Old Tang, who was forcibly dragged away, looked at Sakurai Akira with sorrowful eyes:
Stop looking, you won't learn it, and I can't handle this woman either.

Unfortunately, because his expression was so comical, Sakurai Akira misunderstood and thought he was saying, "See, newbie? This is what a truly excellent host is like. Customers will throw themselves at him."

The naive young man was filled with respect and bowed deeply to Old Tang from afar: "Senior, I have learned a lot!"

You've learned nothing!
Old Tang felt utterly hopeless, but the allure of the gentle embrace was too soft and clingy for him to escape.

Forced to sit in the booth, Ryoma Kaoru didn't let go of him, maintaining close contact without saying a word, just staring straight at him.

"Ahem, well, why are you the only one here today?" Old Tang immediately sensed something was wrong as soon as he said it, and quickly tried to salvage the situation based on Lu Mingfei's instructions:

"Um, what I mean is, is something bothering you? Seeing you frown makes my heart clench."

If you don't mind, let me listen to your troubles.

Upon hearing the familiar cheesy pickup lines, Ryoma Kaoru's murderous aura vanished; she had almost been provoked to death just now.

A young girl came all the way to the host club to see you, but you're only thinking about the customers who didn't show up. How can a girl's heartfelt sentiments be less important than the business revenue of Takamagahara tonight?!
"If you have something on your mind, yes, I do." Ryoma Kaoru loosened his embrace slightly, though he still held onto Old Tang's hand tightly, but the wonderful experience was over.

She stared at Old Tang's face, a face that was both familiar and unfamiliar, handsome yet comical, and said in a low voice:
"I have a friend who met a man who likes to use corny, cheesy pick-up lines to make girls happy."

They got along very well and had a wonderful night together, but when she came to see him again the next day, she found that the man's behavior the night before was all an act.

From his name to his identity, even his face, everything about him reeks of lying.

Old Tang broke out in a cold sweat under her gaze, goosebumps rising on his skin. He blurted out:
"Your friend wouldn't happen to be... Sister Bu, would she?"

Ryoma Kaoru's expression froze upon hearing this, then she narrowed her eyes slightly and tightened her grip on his hand: "Who is Sister Bu?"

"Bruno Bucciarati!" Old Tang looked surprised, as if Ryoma Kaoru had no idea how outrageous this person was, and then enthusiastically explained it to her:
"This is the second male lead from Part 5 of 'JoJo's Bizarre Adventure,' Golden Wind. He can tell if someone is lying by licking their sweat. His Stand is Gear Fingers, and his ability is..."

For no apparent reason, Ryoma Kaoru was forced to listen to information about Bruno and his Stand. Although she felt speechless, the man's eyes seemed to be shining when he talked about those things, and she couldn't bear to interrupt him.

Just as Old Tang was about to tell her the whole plot of Golden Wind, she raised her hand and pinched his mouth shut, physically silencing him.
"Don't change the subject!"

She leaned forward slightly, pressing her chest against Old Tang's, just like last night in the women's restroom, and said, word by word:

“Tell me your name, don’t give me nicknames like Superman or Constantine.”

As she spoke, she took Old Tang's hand and guided it to his waist.

Old Tang thought this was a form of seduction, a combination of coercion and enticement, and wanted to say that he wasn't that kind of person. In the end, he didn't get to touch the girl's slender waist, but instead touched a black and hard Colt pistol.

Ryoma Kaoru placed Old Tang's hand on the gun, brought his lips to hers, looked at him meaningfully, and parted her pink lips slightly:

"uh-huh?"

Swallowing hard, Old Tang was about to speak when a vague thought suddenly flashed through his mind, but it disappeared before he could grasp it.

After a brief hesitation, he revealed his real name:

"Tang! Ronald Tang!"

(End of this chapter)