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

"Why is it just a book? The first two were so heavy, I thought this last one would be some big production."

Cheng Sui took out "The Chrysanthemum and the Sword" from the box, examined it carefully, and found that it was indeed an extremely ordinary literary book. He said with some disappointment.

Angers adopted the air of an educator and said leisurely, "A person's strength lies in being indestructible both physically and mentally. Reading more books won't do you any harm."

"But Principal, didn't you send me to Japan to intimidate them?" Cheng Sui said. "Wasn't it just about throwing me there, beating up all the dissenters, and that was it?"

Angers chuckled: "We're practicing civilized diplomacy now; using crude methods is inappropriate."

That's hardly believable coming from you, Headmaster.

"Moreover, there is an old Chinese saying, 'Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will win every battle,'" Angers said. "The Chrysanthemum and the Sword is recognized as the most successful work on the Japanese. During World War II, every American general in the Pacific theater was required to study it so that they could develop more targeted tactics against the Japanese."

"Okay," Cheng Sui replied listlessly, stuffing the book back into the box.

Angers smiled. The main reason he only gave Cheng Sui two pieces of equipment was to train Cheng Sui.

The stated purpose of sending Cheng Sui to Japan this time was to investigate the circulating medicine and at the same time to intimidate the mixed-race population in Japan.

But Angers doesn't really care about these things.

He didn't care what the Japanese branch was plotting or how chaotic the Japanese hybrid world was. As long as it didn't interfere with his dragon-slaying mission or hinder his revenge, he wouldn't care even if the Japanese branch declared independence.

In Angers, there was only one purpose in sending Cheng Sui.

Sharpening the knife.

Cheng Sui is his sharpest blade, but this blade has not yet been tempered, or rather, it has not been tempered enough.

He wanted to use the Snake Clan as a whetstone to sharpen Cheng Sui into the most reliable blade on his path of revenge.

Thinking of this, Angers patted Cheng Sui on the shoulder.

"It's time for the world to know that you've made your grand entrance."

……

Adachi Ward, Tokyo, Japan.

At a corner of the commercial street, there is an ordinary storefront. Through the clean and bright glass curtain wall, you can see the neat reception area inside. A white sign with black lettering is printed at the entrance, which reads "Dongtian Human Resources Co., Ltd."

Locals passing by this store unconsciously quicken their pace, not because there are any legends about ghosts or spirits haunting the place, but because they all know that this is the headquarters of the Higashida-gumi.

In Japan, yakuza are legal, partly due to Japan's complex historical legacy. Yakuza organizations have emerged in various parts of Japan since the Edo period, and in the course of historical development, they have developed intricate connections with Japanese society, making it virtually impossible to eradicate them.

On the other hand, there is the importance of the Yakuza to social stability, which is contrary to most people's common sense. How can the Yakuza, who represent evil forces, maintain social stability?

In reality, over 90% of Japanese people have never been harassed by yakuza. Moreover, in Japan, yakuza often resolve issues faster than the police, since they don't care about procedures or the law.

For local shops, if someone causes trouble, they will mostly call the local yakuza rather than the police station. The price is that they have to pay the yakuza some protection money every month. Most shops are willing to exchange protection money for peace.

But today's Higashida-gumi storefront is different from the past.

The clean and clear glass curtain wall was smashed with a blunt object, the signboard of the Higashida Group was taken down, and a tall, thin man wearing a black trench coat stood in front of the door.

The man wore gold-rimmed glasses and had a wound on his face that was still bleeding slightly, but he didn't seem to care and raised his head to scan every passerby.

Those who saw this scene wisely lowered their heads and quickly left, without showing any surprise on their faces.

It's just gang fighting. Although it's not very common, it's not exactly new here. Back in the day, the Dongtian Group also seized the "law enforcement" rights in this area from other gangs.

"Baka! The young master is talking to you."

Inside the company, Yasha slapped the man tied to the chair across the face, and a front tooth flew out.

"Sir... please stop hitting me! I've told you everything I can, please spare me!" The bound man pleaded, his face swollen on one side.

Genjiro took a drag of his cigarette, pressed the lit Soft Seven Stars cigarette to the man's ear, and slowly pulled out the Spider Cutter.

The trapped man, tears and snot streaming down his face, cried, "Sir, sir, please spare me! I have a wife and children..."

A flash of light from the blade interrupted the man's words.

But the scene of blood flowing everywhere that I had imagined did not appear. Genji used the Spider Cutter to slice across the top of the man's head, cutting the man's hair into tiny pieces, which fell into the milk tea cup on the table.

Holding the milk tea to the man's lips, Yuan Zhisheng said expressionlessly, "Do you know what this is?"

The bound man couldn't help but swallow hard, and quickly nodded.

Of course he knew what it was; he had used this method to torture and torment others many times before.

Fine hairs are chopped up and mixed into milk tea. After drinking it, the fine hair fragments are difficult to digest and will remain in the ducts and stomach, making the person who drinks it feel like they are in hell.

"Confess, or drink it." Yuan Zhisheng's voice remained calm, but in the man's eyes, this handsome face was more repulsive than a demon.

As the man hesitated, Sakura Yabuki emerged from the depths of the company, holding a vial of reagent in her hand.

"Young Master, we've found it. It's the same potion we discovered before."

Yuan Zhisheng looked at the bound man and put the milk tea aside.

Now that evidence has been found, interrogation is no longer necessary.

Seeing that Yuan Zhisheng had gripped the knife again, the man knew that this time he would sever his neck. He cried out urgently, "I don't know anything! The informant only said that it's a hallucinogenic drug!"

Yuan Zhisheng looked at the man, his expression unreadable: "Continue."

The man racked his brains, trying to recall anything related to the drug: "That's right! The delivery address the informant gave me is in Shinjuku Ward."

He gave an address, and Sakura nodded in confirmation: "It's one of the strongholds of the Demon Clan."

The man's face was ashen. Caught red-handed in a deal with the Demon Clan by the clan's enforcers, drowning in Tokyo Bay was probably the most merciful way to die.

The man closed his eyes in despair.

"Eat the cigarette butt, and you can leave." After saying that, Genji turned and left.

The man opened his eyes and stared incredulously at Yuan Zhisheng's back. This enforcer was actually so merciful.

"You should be grateful for the young master's kindness for the rest of your life."

Yasha clicked her tongue, first stubbed out her cigarette on the man's face, then threw the cigarette butt into the milk tea, pinched the man's mouth, and forced him to drink it all down his throat.

Ignoring the sounds of painful vomiting coming from the man inside, Genji lit a soft seven-star cigarette and looked up at the Tokyo night sky.

Things seem to be much more complicated than he had imagined...