A man among dragons, building a mysterious ancient church.

Chapter 36 Three against one? Can I join?

Minato Ward, Tokyo.

In this area where land is incredibly valuable, the Tachibana family has made a significant investment by acquiring a prime piece of land to develop a Japanese-style garden and build a Japanese-style manor.

Using sand to represent water and stones to represent mountains, follow the winding path, pass stone cages and squatting areas, and you will arrive at the open-air tea garden.

The patriarch of the Snake Clan, Tachibana Masamune, who was also urgently notified, sat here with a gloomy face, slowly brewing tea under the starlight and moonlight.

If outsiders saw this, they would surely think that the head of this organization was troubled and furious because of the new technology of sealing words that the Fierce Ghost Clan had developed.

However, the truth is not so.

On the surface, he is Tachibana Masamune, the head of the Snake Clan, but almost no one knows his true identity: a shadow warrior hypnotized by Herzog.

This naturally includes Tachibana Masamune himself.

He had no idea about hypnosis or shadow warriors and always believed himself to be Herzog's true form.

Tachibana Masamune's decades-long plan is nearing success, and he has successfully taken control of the Snake-Headed Eight Families and the Demon Clan.

By fabricating the identities of 'Tachibana Masamune' and 'King General' of the Demon Clan, he manipulated all the mixed-race people in Japan.

Throughout the entire underground world, Tachibana Masamune held absolute power, and his prestige was unimaginable to outsiders.

We had traveled smoothly all the way here, and just as we were about to reach the other side, an unexpected event occurred.

Techniques to suppress the power of words?
Are you kidding me?
Another identity of Tachibana Masamune is the 'King General' who is the leader of the Demon Squad. Doesn't he know about the Demon Squad's scientific research level?
Is this technology developed by the Ghost Clan?
Let alone research and development, the Ghost Clan's research team hasn't even started the project yet, how could they possibly develop it overnight?

Tachibana Masamune himself guessed that there must be an outsider involved, a mysterious third party, trying to muddy the waters and deliberately create conflict between the Snake-Headed Eight Families and the Demon Clan.

Therefore, both the Snake-Headed Eight Families and the Demon Clan were mobilized by Tachibana Masamune.

We are conducting a full-scale search for foreign nationals who have recently entered the country, and we will not let any illegal immigrants escape.

"I hope we can avoid it." Tachibana Masamune coldly watched the tea slowly stop boiling, thinking that he would make the demons lose some of their power.

Upon hearing that Genjiro was working overtime late at night and leading the Enforcement Bureau to raid the strongholds of the Fierce Ghosts, he immediately gave orders to the members of the Fierce Ghosts.

If those fools from the Demon Clan could have obediently left their base to investigate and thus avoided Genjiro, they could have avoided such great losses.

Although the Snake Clan has been plagued by a constant stream of dangerous demons over the years, a sudden loss of too many would affect Tachibana Masamune's future plans.

……

Genjiro gathered the members of the Executive Bureau, and they split up to attack the six known strongholds of the Oni Clan.

These six small strongholds did not escape the notice of the Snake-Headed Eight Families. The reason they did not eliminate them was to monitor the situation and lure out an even bigger fish from the Demon Clan.

But now the situation is urgent, and Yuan Zhisheng and the Executive Bureau have no intention of fishing anymore; their main goal is to secure their profits.

The team, led by Genjiro, consisted of 28 people in seven black Toyota Crowns. They drove through the deserted streets late at night and headed towards a club called Nightfall.

At this moment, the flickering lights of the Nightclub had long since stopped, and the deafening sound system had fallen silent. Several members of the Fierce Ghosts lay in the lounge, longing for sleep but unable to fall asleep.

As for the order from General Wang to go out and investigate?
Let's talk about it tomorrow. They don't want to go out before dawn, so they can comfort themselves and pretend they're normal.

They all came from the Snake Clan, and because their bloodline was too dangerous and easily out of control, they were subject to layers of supervision from their respective clans.

Faced with suspicion from his family, the guns of law enforcement officers, and daily surveillance with no blind spots, he was not even spared when he went to the toilet.

Under such high pressure, living the same routine day after day, they were gradually driven mad. The raging dragon blood within them surged uncontrollably, as if roaring to break free and pursue freedom. Those who haven't experienced it firsthand will never understand that feeling.

It's almost as if a second personality has awakened within you, or as if a monster has taken up residence in your body.

Year after year, 24 hours a day, it will constantly tempt you and whisper in your mind.

He kept recounting how killing his family and tasting the hot, scalding blood could relieve his surging bloodlust and the burning heat of his dragon blood from his heart to his body.

Ultimately, under constant external pressure and with their minds gradually turning mad, a few chose to defect, escaping the Snake Clan and joining the Demon Clan.

But even among the Ghost Clan, their lives were far from easy.

They still maintained the bottom line of humanity, did not fall into depravity and lose control, and did not go out to hunt and kill indiscriminately to relieve the heat and enjoy the violent pleasure brought by dragon blood.

He could only numb his nerves by dancing wildly on the dance floor late at night and drinking high levels of alcohol, trying to get a good night's sleep.

Once you can fall asleep, you will no longer hear those violent seductions, nor feel the boiling of dragon blood.

Unfortunately, the superior physical abilities of mixed-race individuals mean they won't collapse from exhaustion after a few dance performances, nor will they get drunk after a few bottles of alcohol.

Taro Inuyama kicked off the covers in frustration, his whole being restless. He walked barefoot out of the room, opened the window of the third-floor corridor, and let the stuffy wind blow in.

I hope the night breeze can soothe the restlessness in my body and mind.

One after another, the doors opened, and Kazematsu, Sakurai Masami, and Miyamoto Ogawa went to different windows to get some fresh air.

Inuyama Taro wasn't the only one suffering from insomnia; the others were also tormented by their bloodline and were extremely restless.

"Yami, go to the other side," Inuyama Taro said firmly, closing his eyes.

Among the four people enjoying the breeze in the corridor, Sakurai Masami, the only girl, completely ignored Inuyama Taro: "What, you guys couldn't resist?"

"I can't help but act like a wild beast, pounce on me and fight. Maybe I'll be able to fall asleep after the fight."

She knew all too well that the members of the Ghost Gang, besides being obsessed with killing, also enjoyed indulging their desires.

Under the influence of the dragon's blood, speech became exceptionally impulsive.

Feng Mosong knocked on the window: "Can you handle three against one? Hurry up and go to the other side, everyone's annoyed right now!"

His tone was fine at first, but as he spoke, his voice rose higher and higher, clearly indicating that he was unable to suppress the violent emotions brought about by the dragon blood.

"Three against one? Can I join?" As a door opened, Ryoma Ken yawned and joined the conversation: "I was sleeping soundly, and you guys woke me up."

With the appearance of Ryoma Ken, the four people who had been blowing in the corridor earlier immediately changed color and looked at Ryoma Ken with wary eyes.

Ryoma Ken was different from them. While they still struggled to maintain their bottom line, Ryoma Ken had completely fallen into depravity a month ago, taking pleasure in killing every day. Over the course of a month, he had committed countless disappearances.

Kazematsu had already pulled two metal darts out of his pajamas. Sakurai Masami was preparing to go back to her room to get her gun, while Inuyama Taro and Miyamoto Ogawa tacitly protected their partner.

"Isn't that unnecessary?" Ryoma Ken yawned again, seemingly genuinely sleepy, completely unaffected by Inuyama Taro and the others' insomnia: "Don't be so wary."

“I’ve already decided to change. The old church doesn’t like scum like me who has lost all moral principles, otherwise they wouldn’t have given me the tranquilizer.”

"So relax, I won't do anything."

(End of this chapter)