Dragon Clan: Force me to be reborn and slay dragons

Chapter 266 You're a high school student who skips the college entrance exam to save the world?
It was noon, and the weather was getting increasingly hot and humid.

Uesugi stood in front of the mirror, combed his hair into a youthful style, and put on a handsome suit.

His stubble was clean-shaven, and he straightened the collar of his plain white shirt and tied a black tie.

His posture was upright, his back straight, his face solemn, and his eyes calm and indifferent.

If a student from the University of Tokyo who regularly patronizes his business saw him at this moment, he would never mistake him for Chef Yue, who has been selling ramen at the back gate of the university for decades, but rather for the CEO of a listed company.

Looking at the unfamiliar reflection in the mirror, Uesugi felt as if his thoughts had returned to more than seventy years ago.

At that time, he was the young and promising head of the Snake Clan, a top-tier playboy who indulged in pleasure and womanizing.

In the blink of an eye, they were now peddlers and laborers, toiling away day and night, waiting for death to knock on their door, their lives confined to their own little world.

This outfit was a custom-made suit that he planned to wear on the day he left Japan for France.

But plans never keep up with changes, and this outfit finally came in handy today.

He turned back to the bedroom, rummaged through the corner and pulled out a dusty suitcase. He tossed the dust cloth aside, dragged the suitcase, turned and left without looking back.

Upon arriving at the agreed location, a black Bentley was already waiting.

The car window rolled down, and Angers was still wearing that white suit.

He slightly lowered his glasses, smiled as he looked at the approaching elderly man in a suit, and made a teasing remark:
"You don't look like you're going to war, but rather on a business trip overseas."

Uesugi tossed his heavy suitcase into the back seat and sat in the passenger seat. The aloofness he had displayed while admiring himself in the mirror had vanished, and he said nonchalantly:

"My main job is as a ramen chef, and my part-time job is as a community church volunteer. If I'm invited to go to sea to help you out, what is this if not a business trip?"

Angers smiled upon hearing this.

Actually, he didn't expect to be able to drag Uesugi Koshi to the sea at first, since the other party only agreed to take action if the situation became unmanageable.

But the night before his visit to Takamagahara, a traitor appeared at Kassel College. The appearance of Fujiwara Shinnosuke, the wolf with a baby face, made Uesugi Kotsugu question the success of his god-slaying plan.

He was a little worried that something might happen at sea when that old man Angers went down in his submersible, such as the nuclear bomb going down before the people came up, or the floating platform sinking into the sea before the submersible surfaced.

Just to be on the safe side, he decided to go and keep an eye on things.

It wasn't that she was worried that Angers, that monster, would die in the sea, but rather that she wanted to protect her beloved eldest son.

The burial site of the gods contained not only the embryo of the White King, but also a bunch of dragon-blooded monsters.

Whether the Snake-Headed Eight Families live or die is none of his business. He will attend the funeral of Angers, who was buried at sea, and mourn him deeply. Only Chisei cannot die there.

As for the young girl...

After the attack, the secret prison, Takamagahara Nightclub, was exposed. Genji no longer concealed it and directly dispatched dozens of fully armed law enforcement officers to guard the area. He also handed over command to Ryoma Kaoru, who was not working at the Japanese branch.

The Takamagahara nightclub isn't far from the Genji Heavy Industries, so if someone launches a strong attack, reinforcements can arrive at any time.

But the situation at sea is different. Once the submersible enters the embryo's self-protection zone and violates the majesty of the gods, then the war between the hybrids and the dragons will officially begin, a war to the death!

"Remember to remind me to settle my travel expenses later." Angers knew that Uesugi Kotetsu didn't want to have too much contact with the Snake Clan, so he didn't lead him towards the Genji Heavy Industries.

Their destination was Pier 4 in Tokyo Port, where the refurbished Moniach was currently docked, and it would officially set sail for the Japan Trench in the afternoon.

"Don't worry, I will." Uesugi Echizen leaned back in his chair, his voice calm.

"If you come back alive."

……

"Hey Lu Mingfei, where have you been? The college entrance exam is today!"

"Hey, why haven't you replied to a single message? Trying to repeat a year and become my junior?"

"Lu Mingfei, the college entrance exam is just around the corner, where are you? Chen Wenwen even went to your uncle's house to look for you, aren't you touched?"

In the afternoon, the sun gradually set in the west.

Lu Mingfei and Erii walked out of Tokyo Dome amusement park, both of them looking like they hadn't had enough.

While Erii was in the restroom, Lu Mingfei suddenly remembered that today was not only a great day for slaying dragons, but also the most important moment for Chinese students—the college entrance examination.

In his past life, he always complained that Japanese animation always liked the trope of high school students saving the world, but he never imagined that he would become that high school student himself.

It's a pity I'm not an art student and didn't take the college entrance exam.

I took out my phone, logged into my old QQ account, and a bunch of messages popped up.

Su Xiaoqiang was the first to be affected. After I let her know I was safe on Children's Day, the little girl sent me a lot of messages, but I didn't receive a single reply. Her subsequent messages clearly showed her displeasure.

That's true. I disappeared for so long without explaining it to her, and her reply was so irrelevant. It's easy to get angry when you see that.

After thinking for a moment, he edited a message explaining what he had been doing lately:
"People are on Earth, busy saving the world."

The message was sent, but there was no reply.

At this time, the math exam on the other side of the sea has only just started. Su Xiaoqiang is usually very generous when it comes to treating people to meals, and math is her forte. Even if she wanted to hand in her paper early, she couldn't possibly do it this quickly.

I exited the chat interface and glanced at the other messages.

Ignoring the class group chat, private messages from strangers like Chen Wenwen's homeroom teacher Lu Mingze, and messages from everyone at Kassel College, he opened the StarCraft channel group.

The top two players in the channel have disappeared, and the group is much quieter than usual.

Just then, the group was discussing whether he and Lao Tang had gone to Myanmar for an offline meetup. As the discussion escalated, with people practically calling them "parts to be shipped overseas," he quickly stepped in to clarify and dispel the rumors:

"Old Tang and I are doing just fine. I've been busy with exams lately and haven't had time to go online at all. Old Tang has been hooked up with a rich woman and is too busy to play games every day."

This news shocked the entire channel.

A barrage of question marks flooded the screen.

The Star Channel is mostly frequented by young and middle-aged people who are struggling in society. Only a small portion of them are paying attention to how Lu Mingfei went online during the college entrance examination period; the majority are focused on the fact that Lao Tang has been hooked up with a rich woman.

"Mingming, this concerns Lao Tang's reputation, you can't talk nonsense. Lao Tang is a tough guy, he won't live off a woman."

"Quick! Tell me you're lying to us!! You're joking with everyone!!!"

"Old Tang has hooked up with a rich woman? Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

"Old Tang is confused. He's young and capable, how could he succumb to the temptation of money?"

“I heard that those older rich women like to use steel wool and toilet brushes. Tell Old Tang to take it easy and not ruin his health.”

"Does that rich woman have any other girlfriends? I'm pretty good at StarCraft too, I'm the third best player in the channel!"

One's own failure is certainly terrible, but the success of fellow group members is even more heartbreaking.

Does becoming the top player in the channel mean rich women will come chasing after you? Faced with the group members' urgent questions, Lu Mingfei was also at a loss and could only sigh and reply:
"The rich woman who fell for him was in her early twenties. She was fair-skinned, beautiful, and had long legs. She was very wealthy and worked in the oil industry in North America. She said she liked honest and simple people like Lao Tang."

The message was sent, and the group members refreshed the screen even faster, their envy and jealousy practically leaping off their phone screens.

Lu Mingfei laughed unrestrainedly, but did not continue to provoke the poor group members. Erii had already come out and was looking at him curiously.

"What's wrong? Why are you laughing so happily?" Erii leaned closer. She could read Chinese characters, but the content of the chat group was a bit inappropriate for children, so Lu Mingfei quickly put away his phone.

"It's nothing, I was just joking with Lao Tang."

The sky was covered with dark clouds, a gloomy gray, and it was estimated that it would rain soon.

"It's almost time, we should head to Yokohama."

He took Erii's hand and walked towards the parking lot.

Chinatsu Aoki's concert starts in a little over an hour. If they set off now, they can make it in time even if there's some traffic on the way.

Erii glanced back at the Ferris wheel at the Tokyo Dome amusement park, a hint of lingering longing in her eyes, but she still obediently followed Lu Mingfei.

After receiving the concert tickets from Chinatsu Aoki, she learned about this popular teenage idol who could sing all kinds of pop music with ease, and whose last concert was at the nearby Tokyo Dome.

In my dream, it seemed that my younger brother had held a concert at the Tokyo Dome, and more than once.

Unfortunately, he hasn't debuted in real life yet.

And he's a Kabuki actor, not a rock singer.

The black Mercedes-Benz sped along the Tokyo Bay Expressway, quickly entering the Tokyo Bay Expressway and heading towards Yokohama, the capital of Kanagawa Prefecture.

There were more vehicles on the road than expected, and many young men and women with stickers on their faces and wearing support clothing could be seen, with Aoki Chinatsu's songs playing in their cars, their faces full of excitement and joy.

Family members, does anyone understand? The idol we've been supporting, who's a heavy drinker and incredibly lazy, is finally going to have another concert!

……

On the other side, at Tokyo Port Pier 4.

Apart from Kotaro Fuma, who was stationed at headquarters, all five heads of the Snake Clan who could be mobilized were present to express their sincere gratitude to Caesar, Cheng Shuangfan, and Angers, who were about to dive.

Caesar and Angers were relatively normal in their attitudes, but Cheng Shuangfan had a cold face, like an emotionless task machine.

Yuan Zhisheng had also heard of Cheng Guoshuangfan, a well-known S-class executive within the Secret Party. Given time, it wouldn't be a problem for him to rank among the top twenty of the best executives at Kassel College.

However, it is said that he does not like Japan very much, so it is unexpected that he is willing to lend a helping hand in this time of crisis.

After a brief greeting, the three heads of the family, Inuyama He, Miyamoto Shio, and Genjiro, boarded the disguised Moniach. They were among the on-site commanders of this God-Slaying Plan.

Originally, the head of the Fuma family planned to go there in person, but the head of the Inuyama family had finally managed to fight alongside his teacher and let Angers see how much he had grown over the years, so how could he let it go?

Inuyama He is already eighty-five years old, and he has to consider whether this might be the only opportunity he will ever have in his life.

It is his duty to restore the glory of the Inuyama family!
The Moniach, disguised as a scientific research vessel, headed towards the high seas, which is Japan's exclusive economic zone. To prevent others from accidentally entering, the Hebi-hachi family specifically applied for twelve hours of traffic control.

During this period, no ships will pass through this area.

Moreover, the meteorological bureau also has its own people there. Tonight's weather forecast shows that there will be gale-force winds of level 8 and waves as high as two meters in the target sea area. Fishermen who have gone out to sea are advised to return to port as soon as possible.

Therefore, when they left the port, a large number of fishing boats returned to the port.

Angers, Inuyama He, and Miyamoto Shio went to the captain's cabin to reconfirm the next arrangements.

Yuan Zhisheng, Caesar, and Cheng Shuangfan stood on the deck of the Moniach, leaning against the railing and gazing at the sunset and the fishing boats returning to shore.

"I'm sorry about what happened before."

The wind blew through Yuan Zhisheng's hair, and he suddenly spoke.

Yesterday, Caesar arrived at the Ganryu Research Institute to begin a rehearsal for his dive. Genji was busy with other matters at the time and did not disturb Caesar.

Caesar's golden hair was tossed about by the sea breeze, resembling a golden veil in the afterglow. He turned his head, his sea-blue eyes quietly observing Genjiro, and after a long while, a smile curled at the corner of his lips:
"I accept your apology."

Even now, his opinion of the Snake-Headed Eight Families is still not much better; he thinks all Japanese mixed-race people are crazy.

But Genjiro's experience was truly tragic; he was shrouded in a huge lie from beginning to end, and in reality, he might have had an even more tragic life than him.

Both are young masters and future heirs to their families.

Caesar's position was so secure and irreplaceable that the old guard in his family let him do as he pleased, at most doing something underhanded behind his back, but rarely openly defying his wishes.

Despite having the bloodline he was destined to inherit, Genjiro was unable to ascend to the position of patriarch. Even if he did, he would only be a scapegoat who went through the motions.

Now, Genjiro has come to his senses and will no longer carry the burden of that ridiculous family righteousness. The light of justice has been rekindled in his eyes, so Caesar is willing to accept his apology.

Men's communication is that simple: if they find each other agreeable and misunderstandings are cleared up, they make up.

Yuan Zhisheng smiled, took out a cigarette, lit it, and handed the lighter to Caesar.

Caesar took out his Cohiba cigar, elegantly cut it open, lit it, and then handed the lighter and an unopened cigar to Cheng Shuangfan, who was standing silently beside him.

"Have one?"

Looking at the cigar handed to her, Cheng Shuangfan's eyes flickered slightly. After thanking him, she reached out and took it, skillfully unpacking and lighting it.

Caesar was a heavy smoker, and you could tell from his gesture that he was also a cigar enthusiast, so he glanced sideways at Genjiro:
"See, I told you a real man smokes a cigar, and he shouldn't smoke this kind of woman's cigarettes anymore."

What about the cigars I gave you before? Have you finished them? If you have, I'll give you some more. You need to get used to it.

He spoke in a condescending tone, and Yuan Zhisheng didn't want to talk to him. Just as he was about to change the subject and say something to be careful about, he suddenly felt someone watching him from behind.

Already wary of Herzog's underhanded tactics, he immediately turned around and saw an elderly man dressed in black standing on the second floor, facing this direction. He wore sunglasses, obscuring his eyes.

"What's wrong?" Caesar was startled by his movement and looked in the direction of his gaze. He found that it was an expert that the principal had found from somewhere, who said that he was a veteran of many battles, just like him.

They didn't know the other person's name, and after boarding the ship, they didn't communicate with anyone and stayed in their room without coming out.

If the principal hadn't declared that this person was absolutely trustworthy, the kind of person one could entrust their life to, the heads of the Snake Clan would probably have had objections.

With a major battle looming, bringing people with opaque information onto the ship could jeopardize the entire plan with the slightest mishap, which is why Angers was able to get them to concede.

Yuan Zhisheng wasn't sure who this person was either. He felt that he was just an ordinary old man who liked to be mysterious, perhaps because he was used to being alone and didn't like crowds and noise.

Now that he's finally showing his face, it's probably because he's finally left the noisy port and is getting some fresh air.

With a slight nod as a greeting, Genji turned around to continue the previous conversation, only to find that the blond nobleman had already leaped onto the fishing boat that had just passed by the Moniah, waving banknotes to buy its catch.

Taking a deep breath, the cigarette burned out. Yuan Zhisheng told himself to stay calm. No matter how many sudden ideas this blond-haired guy had, he couldn't compare to that hooded thug.

He pulled out another cigarette and put it in his mouth, his hand pausing slightly as he reached into his pocket—

Where's my lighter?
(End of this chapter)