Dragon Clan: Force me to be reborn and slay dragons

Chapter 256 Defendant? Sorry, I'm the plaintiff!

Tonight was a fruitful night. We uncovered the mole within the Kassel team and, incidentally, lured out Herzog's sentry. Normally, this would be enough for Caesar to pop champagne in celebration.

However, at this moment, these victories seemed as insignificant to him as a feather.

Something heavy was pressing on his heart, making him feel immense pressure.

It wasn't just exaggerated pectoral muscles, but the terrifying combat power that Chu Zihang had just displayed.

Caesar looked up at the black-haired boy in the distance who was sheathing his sword. The two-meter-long demonic weapon had returned to its original size as a three-foot-long blade. The veins on Chu Zihang's body that looked like black dragons were gradually returning to normal. Only his golden eyes still burned with an extremely strong sense of oppression, like a giant dragon.

He was certain that Chu Zihang possessed a secret technique unknown to him, which allowed him to briefly cross the critical bloodline limit and forcibly purify his bloodline to unleash greater potential.

The Lionheart Society is indeed hiding something good.

Chu Zihang was indeed hiding a secret.

Whether it's the overwhelming power and violence brought by the second burst of blood, the sublimation of the demon sword Murasame into a two-meter-long sword, or the Junyan that can destroy the parking lot in an instant, all of them are enough to trample the many students of Kassel College under their feet.

"So this is what a real monster is like...?"

He pondered the word in his mind and suddenly realized what exactly the Word of Power and Commandments that had been shrouding Kassel College for years were trying to prevent.

The protective barrier that envelops the campus not only safeguards students from abusing their power, but also protects their fragile pride and prevents damage to their moral compass.

Thinking about it carefully, aside from grades and abilities, I'm only better off than him in terms of family background, physique, looks, leadership skills, and girlfriend...

Hmm, Chu Zihang is still single. Nuonuo killed the game.

"Are you still angry?"

Chu Zihang had no idea what Caesar was imagining. He walked over and frowned as he looked at Fujiwara Shinnosuke, who was buried alive by the car.

Although it is unclear what the other party's background is, they are, on the surface, a member of Kassel College, and mishandling the situation will inevitably lead to investigation by Kassel College.

"Still alive, but close to death."

Caesar explained, and with swift movements, he bandaged the wound of the captive with the severed arm, lest this only survivor die from excessive blood loss.

Although this group of demons might not provide any useful information and are simply there to die, Fujiwara Shinnosuke is no longer able to speak, and he can't just make a big fuss about coming out without getting any information.

"If he doesn't get to the ICU within ten minutes, he won't survive the night."

Caesar issued a critical condition notice to Fujiwara Shinnosuke. Just now, the Kamaitachi caught a barely perceptible breathing sound and a labored heartbeat. This baby-faced guy is tough, but not much better.

No matter how strong a mixed-race person's physical abilities are, they are still just mortals. If Fujiwara Shinnosuke hadn't had so many bones broken by Old Tang's punch, he might have been able to muster the strength to withstand the impact when the car hit him.

But in that situation, he was suffocating like a magical girl stuffed full of tentacles, so he had no strength to resist. It was lucky he wasn't hit by a car.

Chu Zihang reached out and grabbed the outermost vehicle's crash beam, seemingly intending to tow the car away to check if Fujiwara Shinnosuke was still at risk of being rescued.

"Don't waste your energy. The police are here and they're confronting the Snake Clan outside. Just leave the rest to them."

Caesar stopped Chu Zihang from doing something futile: "Fujiwara Shinnosuke is a member of the Gattuso family, and the Frost he mentioned is my good-for-nothing uncle."

As he spoke, he picked up the severed-armed prisoner and walked toward another exit: "Those old bastards from the Gattuso family must know about the existence of the White King's bloodline and want to get a share of the pie before the principal finishes things. They don't care whether he lives or dies."

As the future heir of the Gattuso family, Caesar's words and actions would inevitably draw criticism if they got out, but he had always been disgusted by the family's ugly face and greedy behavior, and he never regarded these traitors raised by the Gattuso family as his own people.

For him, only the student council members were his own people.

Chu Zihang paused slightly in his hand movements.

Fujiwara Shinnosuke's speed was almost unbelievable, even faster than the Inuyama family head he encountered at the Iron Dome Temple, leaving him no time to react.

There are only two words of power that symbolize extreme speed, but Chu Zihang felt that Fujiwara Shinnosuke was much faster than Inuyama, the diving champion from the Iron Dome Temple.

He suddenly remembered Lu Mingfei's saying, "If you don't cut the weeds at the root, they will grow back in the spring breeze." He suppressed the urge to unleash a final burst of Junyan to give Fujiwara Shinnosuke a satisfying blow. He picked up his knife and followed Caesar, disappearing hastily into the parking lot.

On the other side, at the parking lot exit, members of both the legitimate and criminal factions were facing off, while fearless onlookers gathered around.

The police car, which had just left Takamagahara to continue its patrol, hadn't gone far when it heard gunshots and explosions again, and the sirens that had just been turned off were forced to sound again.

The Ryoma family members who rushed to Takamagahara to escort the young lady home after receiving the news also changed course after confirming that Ryoma Kaoru was safe and sound.

It's best for ordinary people not to get involved in matters concerning mixed-race individuals.

In the past, the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department would certainly have given the Sheki-Hachi family face, letting them clean up the mess and then find a scapegoat to take the blame.

But... damn it, Japan is a country with strict gun control. The most prosperous Tokyo is almost transformed into a gunfight zone. Who cares about your reputation anymore? If you get caught, you'll all be shot.

So the two groups were locked in a stalemate at the entrance to the parking lot.

There were only two or three patrol cars, and no more than seven police officers were present. Although they were all armed, they did not dare to take any risky actions in the face of the dozen or so black-clad, cold-faced law enforcement officers of the Sheqi Eight Families who were blocking the entrance.

Although Japanese police officers have good salaries and benefits, money is just an external thing; you can earn it back, but you only have one life.

Judging from their family crests, these yakuza law enforcement officers belong to the Ryoma family, Japan's largest arms dealer. Each of them has bulging pockets at their waists, and if a gunfight were to break out, it would definitely be uncontrollable.

So the situation remains deadlocked.

The head of the Longma family leaned back on the hood of the car, a cigarette dangling from his hand, puffing out smoke. His gaze occasionally swept over the police officers who were holding guns, looking frustrated but not daring to make a move. He couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth into a smile.

While these tax thieves were anxiously waiting for reinforcements from headquarters, the Sheqi Eight Families had already split into two groups: one to block the road and the other to go down and check the situation.

Judging by the time, it should be almost done. I can consider pretending to be a law-abiding citizen.

He stubbed out his cigarette, nodded to the person next to him, and the gangster who had been pretending to check the engines of the cars behind immediately stood up and loudly reported:
"Boss, the car's fixed, we can leave anytime!"

"Baka!" The person in charge was furious upon hearing this. "How many times have I told you, when you're out in public, you have to address me by my title. Call me manager!"

"Yes, manager!"

He flicked the cigarette butt away and smiled apologetically at the seven police officers, saying, "I'm sorry, I've interfered with your efforts to enforce the law."

"These foreign cars are always having problems. Just now, halfway there, it leaked oil, the gearbox malfunctioned, the engine cylinder head was underpressure—a whole bunch of issues. I'll have them scrapped as soon as I get back." He then playfully kicked the Mercedes' wheels twice, before waving his hand and yelling, "What are you all standing there for? Once the car's fixed, get going! Don't get in the way of the police maintaining love and peace in Tokyo!"

More than ten law enforcement officers in black responded to the commotion, got into their cars, and started the engines. Only after the person in charge finished his insincere apology to the officers did they leisurely drive away.

Outside the patrol cars lined up in a fan shape, seven police officers with guns looked extremely grim. Being bullied and humiliated by low-level gangsters was something that would make them a laughingstock if word got out.

"Inspector, are we just going to let them go like that?" A young police officer was indignant. He became a policeman because he had been bullied by thugs in the past and wanted to bring all those social parasites to justice.

In the past, ordinary people dared not provoke the underworld, and now that he has the backing of the Metropolitan Police Department, he still dares not touch these social scum. Then isn't he a policeman for nothing?

The head inspector sighed, offered no reply, and simply instructed his subordinates to carefully proceed deeper into the underground parking lot.

He had a senior colleague who, like the junior officer next to him, was a man of justice who couldn't tolerate the slightest injustice. However, he offended a high-ranking member of the Snake Clan and was immediately dismissed from his post, turning from a rising star in the police force into a tragic victim.

If he hadn't gone to great lengths to secure the position, it might have been his senior's.

Therefore, young people should not have a one-sided view of things, otherwise they will not go far.

The parking lot was a mess, with two large pools of blood near the exit and spent shell casings that showed signs of melting scattered on the ground.

The vast underground space reeked of burning, several luxury cars were engulfed in flames, and more than a dozen cars were violently overturned and piled up together, with traces of the explosion remaining on the ground.

Several police officers carefully searched the area with their guns raised, but apart from the blood and bullets scattered all over the ground, they couldn't find a single survivor, or even a body.

"They wantonly destroyed the scene, those damned gangsters!" The young police officer gritted his teeth angrily, clearly convinced that the Snake Clan had done something wrong.

But complaining won't help now. There are no security cameras in the underground parking garage. They want to know what exactly happened here, and only the forensic team can solve the mystery.

The most urgent task is to put out the fire.

While the police were busy cleaning up the mess left by the underworld, Genji Heavy Industries also received the news.

That guy named Fujiwara Shinnosuke was attacked by the Oni Gang while he was out soliciting prostitutes. He suffered multiple fractures and internal bleeding, and is currently in the ICU!

When he first heard the news, Genjiro didn't believe it.

Although I've been quite busy lately, it's probably not to the point where I need to resort to sex to relieve stress.

So his first reaction was that something was wrong; this kid definitely had a problem.

Once Princess Kaguya collected the surveillance footage from the vicinity of the Takamagahara nightclub and presented the truth to Genji, he immediately recognized who the person was who jumped down from the building with a knife and carried away the black-clad assassin.

Chu Zihang!
Why is he here?
Is it...

Looking at the sign of the Takamagahara nightclub, Genji suddenly thought of the girl's former alias—Kazama Ruri.

If I remember correctly, that girl was once a legendary host famous throughout Japan.

So that bastard Sakura put that young girl to work at a host club?!

No wonder Ryoma Kaoru has been going to host clubs every day these past few days; he's been captivated by young girls.

Is it really okay for you to reveal your location so easily?

Although I can keep the Snake Clan from bothering you, Angers is currently searching all over Tokyo for you, planning to take you on an underwater adventure to a depth of 8,000 meters. Showing your face now would be suicide, wouldn't it?

Genji frowned, inwardly complaining:

Since Fujiwara Shinnosuke was already half-dead, why not go even further and destroy the evidence? That way, even if Kassel College discovers he's missing, they won't be in trouble...

No, my thinking can't keep going down this path. I am a champion of justice...

Yuan Zhisheng steadied his mind, scrolled down with the mouse, and after discovering the horrific scene in the parking lot, he realized why Chu Zihang and the others hadn't killed Fujiwara Shinnosuke.

The marks were too obvious; one could tell at a glance that they were left by Jun Yan.

Kassel College will keep the students' Word of Power confidential, but Angers definitely knows about Chu Zihang's Word of Power and will recognize it upon seeing the photos.

After careful consideration, he quickly devised a plan to change the defendant into the plaintiff.

On the surface, the young girl has been captured and secretly imprisoned; to put it bluntly, he is being held in Takamagahara, and the demons appearing nearby are there to rescue him.

As for why Chu Zihang and Fujiwara Shinnosuke were there, Kassel College needs to provide an explanation. After all, one of them had a grudge against the Snake-Headed Eight Family, and the other was using the guise of going out to brothels at night to do bad things while dressed in black.

From any perspective, the Snake Clan is the one that suffered the consequences.

However, he was still a little curious as to why the ghosts hiding in the shadows had stopped hiding and instead launched a suicide attack in the underground parking lot.
Is Herzog plotting something else?

Genjiro was secretly on guard, wondering whether he should send his trusted lieutenants, Crow and Yaksha, to help Sakura relieve some of the pressure, but once they left, he would have no one to rely on.

And to be honest, with their fighting ability, they might lose their pensions if they're not careful.

Forget it, let's not add any more uncertainty.

Thinking of this, he took out his phone and dialed Angers' number:
"Principal, I have bad news for you..."

……

Tokyo's nights are still bustling with activity, but Izu is rather quiet.

The sapphire blue Lamborghini sped along the coastal highway, heading towards a landmark antique building in Atahai.

In the car, Lu Mingfei hung up the phone, his gaze falling on the steep cliff in the distance, which resembled a long sword piercing the sea, and he said softly:
"Eri, wake up, we're almost there."

Erii, who was dozing off against the back of her chair while holding a plush duck doll, looked up when she heard this. She rubbed her still blurry eyes with the back of her hand, turned her head to look at the boundless ocean outside, and her eyes no longer showed much joy.

After a day of fun at sea, the initial excitement had worn off, and she was now a bit tired and just wanted to find a place to rest.

However, Sakura said he would take her to a large villa by the sea for hot springs and a seafood feast, so we can look forward to it.

(End of this chapter)