I'm in the Dragon Clan, bound to the Naruto Counterattack System

Chapter 138 The Violence of All Realms

Fingel hurriedly took the perfume bottle from Angers.

Under Cheng Sui's undisguised disdainful gaze, he sprayed himself with the product several times.

Angers took off his retro aviator leather jacket and leaned casually against the front of the garbage truck.

The old man rubbed the folding knife on his wrist with his fingertips and spoke to the three people in the carriage.

"Do you know why French perfumes are the most famous?"

Angers suddenly asked a completely unrelated question.

The carriage was silent; no one paid him any attention.

Angers didn't seem to care and continued speaking: "The sanitation conditions in 16th-century Paris were extremely poor. The streets reeked of stench, and people rarely bathed, resulting in a serious problem of body odor."

"But at the time, the medical community in Paris believed that the stronger the body odor, the healthier the body was. However, body odor is still unpleasant, so perfume was created to combat body odor."

Angers tapped Fingel with his finger.

"Your current situation is very suitable for the initial purpose of perfume design, and you are a good teaching example."

"Principal, you're really carefree."

Fingel jumped off the garbage truck and hurriedly climbed into the driver's seat of the black Mercedes.

"Forget about perfumes and stinky water. We're being chased by a bunch of gangsters right now. Wouldn't it be better to wait until we get back to Kassel College to resume classes?"

Why are we running?

Cheng Sui and Angers said this almost at the same time.

Fingel blinked blankly; this action made this tall, strong man, who was 1.9 meters tall and could carry a horse on his arm, look somewhat pitiful.

"Shouldn't we run?"

Fingel looked left at Cheng Sui and right at Angers, and asked cautiously.

"Cheng Sui, knock A He unconscious first, otherwise his position will be quite awkward later, after all, he is one of the heads of the Snake Clan."

"I----"

Before Inuyama He could finish speaking, Cheng Sui had already struck him on the back of the neck with the hilt of his knife.

The old man's eyelids rolled back, and he completely lost consciousness.

Cheng casually tossed Inuyama He into the back seat of the Mercedes, grabbed Onimaru Kunitsuna from his waist, tossed it to Angers, and then turned back to the two of them.

Angers had rolled up the sleeves of his undershirt at some point, and the cuffs revealed a ferocious and dazzling tiger head and yaksha tattoo.

He took the sword from Onimaru Kunitsuna and assumed a perfectly standard starting stance, like a grandmaster who had been immersed in the way of the sword for a long time.

Cheng casually stood in place, holding a grass sword, but his gaze was already fixed on the distance of the road.

The members of the Snake Clan have arrived.

The black suits gathered like a dark, oppressive cloud, bringing a suffocating sense of pressure from all directions.

The crowd quickly surrounded Cheng Sui and his two companions, but neither the younger nor the older generation dared to approach the black Mercedes.

The younger generation has been completely demoralized by Cheng Sui these past few days, to the point that their legs go weak at the mere sight of him.

The older generation, almost without exception, had all been personally taught a lesson by Angers, and they knew better than anyone how brutal the old man was in dealing with his enemies.

In the past, Angers was a shadow that loomed over the Japanese branch for decades.

Just when everyone thought the shadow would finally fade away with time, Cheng Sui reappeared.

In the eyes of some of the elders of the Snake-Headed Eight Families, a sorrow bordering on despair even welled up.

Angers took off his shirt.

Everyone present, except for Cheng Sui, gasped in shock.

A complete painting was tattooed on his back; the tiger and yaksha heads that had previously peeked out from his sleeves were merely a corner of this hellish scroll.

Countless yakshas and countless tigers fought amidst the fiery clouds; it was a war between the land of yakshas and the land of tigers.

Angers slowly moved his shoulders and back, and as his muscles stretched, the vermilion-red yaksha and the indigo tiger came to life.

They gripped each other's throats, tearing at each other's flesh with their sharp teeth, and pounding each other's heads with lightning-infused hammers; the overwhelming killing intent was vividly portrayed.

That was a scroll that only a devil from hell could draw, as if it contained all the ferocity in the world, tattooed on a person's back.

The violence and evil of all realms.

This is the highest-ranking tattoo in the underworld. In the past, only the patriarch of the Snake Clan could have this design tattooed on his back.

Compared to it, the painting "The Scroll of the Warrior Against Yama" behind Inuyama He seems inferior.

But Inuyama He is currently fast asleep in the back seat of the black Mercedes.

"It's a pity that this is the new century, and it seems that young people in China don't like tattoos."

Angers spoke as if no one else was around, showing no regard for the enemies around him.

"Otherwise, after this battle, I feel you'll be able to get a tattoo of the same level as mine. I think the 'Three Worlds Wrathful Kings' painting would suit you quite well. I hesitated for a long time between 'The Violence of All Realms' and that one."

Cheng Sui shrugged, his tone equally casual: "Tattoos mean you can't take the civil service exam. I have no interest in tattoos."

Angers burst into laughter, his eyes gleaming with brilliant gold.

A surge of passion, unseen for countless years, coursed through his veins.

It was as if he had returned to the days when he fought alongside his comrades.

The sun was shining brightly then, and the roads of Cambridge University were covered with golden ginkgo leaves.

The girls' fair legs were faintly visible as their skirts swayed. The boys stood in a neat row at the doorway, each with their hair meticulously combed, trying to attract the attention of the girls they liked.

At that time, Angers had not yet been consumed by the flames of revenge.

He would stand on the Cambridge Bridge, pretending to hold a book of Victor Hugo's poems, and portray himself as a literary youth who was popular with girls.

At that time, Angers felt he possessed infinite light and possibilities. When his blood boiled, he felt he could conquer the world and return in triumph on horseback with a beautiful girl.

Angers smiled and looked at Cheng Sui beside him.

He saw the shadows of his old friends in this boy.

This is fine too.

Let the flames of revenge be extinguished for a moment, just like fighting alongside old friends once again.

With that thought in mind, Angers charged into the crowd like a cannonball.

Wherever they went, people and horses were thrown into chaos.

Cheng Sui was somewhat surprised that Angers would be more proactive than him, but he quickly realized what was happening and rushed forward with his grass sword in hand.

Fingel had somehow managed to hide inside the Mercedes and was sitting next to the unconscious Inuyama He.

He leaned comfortably against the car seat, stretching his legs out onto the seat in front of him, with a relaxed and content expression.

He glanced at the violent and bloody scene outside the window and muttered to himself, "It's a pity I performed so well this time. Since I'm not going to graduate anyway, let me have a good rest in the end."

A few hours later.

Angers and Cheng Sui sat side by side on the roof of the black Mercedes.

Angers was radiating heat, and the sweat that had just seeped from his pores was evaporated into white mist by the high temperature brought by his dragon blood, which drifted around him like clouds.

Angers somehow managed to steal a pack of cigarettes from one of the unfortunate gangsters, lit one, and took a deep drag.

Then the old man lit one for Cheng Sui as well.

Cheng Sui, who never smokes, surprisingly took the cigarette this time and, imitating Angers, put it in his mouth and took a puff.

The strong smell of tobacco instantly choked him, causing tears and snot to stream down his face, and he coughed several times.

Angers smiled and gently patted Cheng Sui's back; it was clear he was in an exceptionally good mood today.

He took a deep drag of his cigarette, looked around at the Snake-Headed Eight Family cadres lying on the ground, none of whom could stand up, and spoke softly.

"Is there anything else to do?"

Cheng Sui shook his head.

"Okay then."

Angers stood up and dusted himself off.

"My flight is at seven tomorrow morning, time to get ready and head back."

Cheng Sui tossed aside the cigarette he had only taken a puff of and nodded silently.

He was somewhat surprised that Masao Minamoto did not show up.

He didn't think that a simple drift by the garbage truck would cause any real harm to Genjiro.

It seems that what I said to him had an effect.

At least he's started to learn not to do things he doesn't want to do.

(I'm late, I'll make it up to you with three chapters tomorrow, please forgive me, dear readers)

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