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

Tokyo, Shinjuku, Genji Heavy Industries.

Inside the executive bureau's meeting room, a dozen men dressed in black trench coats sat around a long table, each with their backs straight and their faces solemn, like warriors about to go into battle.

The man with the effeminate features slowly took out a cigarette from his pocket, put it in his mouth, hesitated for a moment, and then did not light it. His position at the end of the long table indicated his status in the room.

"Play it." The man placed the two swords at his waist on the long black table, adjusted his posture, and spoke calmly.

He was investigating the distribution of the Ghost Clan's smuggled drugs when his subordinates urgently recalled him. His work was abruptly interrupted, but he wasn't angry; these people wouldn't have bothered him unless the matter was extremely important.

Sakura nodded slightly behind him and tapped the pad in her hand. The projector lit up, and the video was projected onto the pure white screen.

The video is from surveillance footage in Shinjuku. The first group to enter the camera's view is a group of biker gangs, which is very common in Shinjuku. These young, somewhat immature teenagers have nowhere to vent their passion, so they can only channel it into their motorcycle engines, roaring through their youth.

Genjiro once thought biker gangs were cool. Back then, he lived in a small mountain town called Shikatori. On weekends, he would sit on the mountain with his younger brother, looking at the city lights in the distance, with the bright stars shining in Genjiro's eyes.

Genji would raise his ever-present bamboo sword and loudly tell his younger brother, "We'll definitely live in a big city someday, in the best house." His younger brother didn't like to talk; he just stared at his own back.

The sound of heavy machine gun fire came from the surveillance camera, pulling Genji back to reality.

Genji frowned as he looked at the machine guns raised by the biker gang.

These weapons are strictly controlled even within the organization, and the slightest mistake could attract the attention of the Security Bureau. So where did these biker gangs get their equipment?

The surveillance footage is still playing.

Two seconds after the heavy machine gun fired, a flash of red light suddenly appeared on the surveillance screen, and the motorcycle of the biker gang in the front row was instantly cut in half, with blood and flesh flying everywhere!

"Slow down tenfold." Yuan Zhisheng raised his hand. Perhaps because of the frame rate, he hadn't seen what had happened.

Sakura skipped to the beginning of the video and adjusted the playback speed to 0.1x.

Yuan Zhisheng then realized that there was another boy in the video, but because the speed was too fast, even if it was slowed down ten times, all that could be seen was the elongated afterimage of the boy.

"Who is this?" Genji asked, and Sakura pressed the pause button at just the right moment.

A man in black stood up and handed a photograph to Genjiro, saying respectfully, "Young Master, this is a newly dispatched specialist from headquarters. He just arrived in Japan this morning and is currently at the Tamamo-no-Mae Club, receiving guests from the Inuyama family head."

Yuan Zhisheng picked up the photo. It showed a boy standing on the airplane steps, gazing into the distance with a scrutinizing look in his eyes.

Yuan Zhisheng frowned. He could vaguely see a faint killing intent in the boy's eyes. What was the source of this killing intent?

And for whom have they come?

What Genjiro didn't know was that Cheng Sui's gaze swept over every Inuyama family executive, trying to identify who was Uchiha Obito, whom the system had determined wanted to kill him, and his eyes were filled with murderous intent.

Yuan Zhisheng placed the photo face down on the table and remained silent. He had been working almost nonstop for the past few days, and even he was somewhat exhausted. He needed to give his mind a rest, and even these brief few seconds were precious to him.

After a moment, Genji spoke: "The head of the family has already arranged for the Inuyama family head to receive us, so I suppose the decision was already made. May I ask the purpose of your summons?"

Although the boy was fast, he wasn't fast enough to make me drop everything to come; he was just another Inuyama parent.

The cadre handing over the photos was sweating profusely: "Please continue reading, young master."

Yuan Zhisheng nodded, and Ying continued playing the video.

The video continued to play, and Yuan Zhisheng's delicate brows furrowed more and more tightly. When he saw Cheng Sui's extremely domineering reverse kasaya slash, his eyebrows twitched almost imperceptibly.

Even after Cheng Sui blew up the biker gang's fuel tank with a bullet, Yuan Zhisheng remained silent.

The video ended, and the conference room fell silent.

This meeting room hadn't been this silent in a long time, which showed the pressure Cheng Sui was putting on these people.

"Clang."

The sound of a brass lighter being opened broke the silence in the room, and Yuan Zhisheng lit a soft Seven Stars cigarette.

As the smoke entered his lungs, the unique minty aftertaste of Mild Seven relieved some of his fatigue. Genji didn't like those overly strong cigarettes, and the island version of Mild Seven was just right for him.

Genji exhaled a puff of smoke, his tone even: "What do you all think?"

"What is the purpose of this commissioner's visit, and who planned this attack?" someone stood up and asked.

"Officially, they're here for exchange and learning, but the Enforcement Bureau has already investigated these biker gangs and confirmed they're members of the Oni Clan," someone explained from below.

"So arrogant on their first day in Tokyo, is this really an exchange or a sabotage operation?" one of the executives frowned in thought.

"Isn't it normal to show self-defense capabilities in the face of an attack? The Inuyama family should be held accountable for this. How could they allow such a large group of biker gang members to approach the welcoming party? How will headquarters view us now!" someone said indignantly.

"Is this the time to discuss this? Let's not bring family conflicts into the Executive Bureau. The problem now is how to deal with the specialist from headquarters. He already knows that in addition to the main family, there are other forces in Japan that are hostile to the main family."

Yuan Zhisheng remained silent, and the gentle seven-star hair gradually disappeared.

He didn't really agree with what the man had just said.

In Cheng Sui's view, there was another possibility for this attack: that it was orchestrated by his own family, with the intention of ambushing and killing him on the way.

"Now that the people from headquarters already know about the existence of the Demon Clan, if he insists on investigating, can the Inuyama family stop this young commissioner?" someone worried.

His concerns were not unfounded. Genji had just been secretly comparing Inuyama He and Cheng Sui's combat strength. In terms of speed, Inuyama He could still catch up, but in terms of strength, Cheng Sui completely overwhelmed him. Even he himself might not be able to stop that GTR.

"One mere individual is nothing to fear!" An officer slammed his fist on the table. "We are no longer the powerful Snake Clan of yesteryear! The era of intimidating Japan with a single person is over!"

"Heh, then please be the executor." Someone immediately retorted with a sneer, "I'm curious whether you can be pieced together into a complete corpse when you're sent to the morgue."

"You're just boosting their morale..."

The meeting room immediately erupted into chaos.

Yuan Zhisheng frowned slightly and tapped his fingers lightly on the table.

The meeting room fell silent immediately.

Genji threw his cigarette butt into the ashtray, bringing the meeting to a close: "I will bring him under my command. This meeting is now adjourned."

"Young Master, aren't you investigating the Ghost Clan recently? Aren't you afraid of being discovered by the main family..." someone whispered, their words revealing concern.

Genjiro put on the black trench coat draped over the back of the chair, the magnificent ukiyo-e print on the lining flashing by.

"Everything I do is upright and honorable, so what is there to fear from prying eyes?"