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

Inuyama He watched Cheng Sui and Yuan Zhisheng walk away side by side, hesitant to speak.

Tachibana Masamune entrusted Cheng Sui with the task of welcoming him; when the biker gang appeared on the streets of Shinjuku, it meant his mission had failed.

Genjiro was his successor. What reason did a loser like him have to stop someone else from taking his place?

not to mention……

Inuyama He's gaze shifted between Cheng Sui and Genjiro. Although they were the same age, Genjiro looked like he was in his thirties next to Cheng Sui.

He is the noblest emperor, and his high bloodline represents an even stronger blood sorrow. He is also the young master of the Snake Clan, while people in the underworld only associate with people in the underworld.

Since Genji arrived in Tokyo, how long has it been since he interacted with peers of equal status? Children their age should be strolling under cherry blossom trees with their beloved girls, or traveling together, instead of having their nature constrained by tasks.

"Hey, junior brother, wait for me!" Fingel stuffed the last piece of monkfish liver into his mouth and strode after Cheng Sui.

"You know me?" Yuan Zhisheng casually tossed the Soft Seven Stars in his mouth into the trash can and turned to look at Cheng Sui.

"Senior Aki told me to keep an eye on you," Cheng Sui replied. "Principal Angers also mentioned you to me."

I vaguely remember the name "Shutoku Aki".

Originally a member of the main family, they were transferred to the headquarters and never returned, essentially severing ties with the main family.

The family despises such people, believing them to be no different from soldiers who flee the battlefield—cowards who have forgotten their mission.

But Genjiro can understand. If he could, he would also like to get away from Japan. Recently, he read in a magazine that there is a nudist beach in France, and he felt that selling sunscreen there would be a good option.

But the trench coat he was wearing was too heavy, sometimes making it hard for Yuan Zhisheng to breathe.

Now he is 23 years old. The bold words he made when he was 18 have been gradually forgotten, but the confusion he felt at 19 has always remained. Perhaps he was never a person with great ambitions, but was forced into this position because of his bloodline.

Cheng Sui looked at Yuan Zhisheng, who was lost in thought because of a single sentence, and thought to himself, "How come this person is like a turtle? His shell looks hard, but his inside is incredibly soft. He can bring you back to your memories with just one sentence."

Snapping his fingers in front of Genji, pulling him back from his thoughts, Cheng Sui nudged Genji's waist with his elbow: "So what is it you're talking about?"

Yasha's eyelids twitched. Ever since the boss took the position of executive director, no one except the patriarch had dared to get so close to him.

Even he and the crow, who had followed him for many years, only dared to joke around occasionally.

One reason is that Yasha and the others knew that they were Genji's subordinates. In ancient times, they would have been Genji's retainers, and retainers could not overstep their bounds.

Secondly, although the eldest brother himself is quite easygoing, the bloodline suppression of the mixed-race people always exists.

Yasha still remembers the first time he was introduced to the boss. Back then, he was a tough guy on the street, and he thought he could hold his head high in front of the patriarch. But when he saw the boss for the first time, his legs went weak. It was a suppression from his bloodline.

However, I am still a little better than the crow. The crow said that when he first met the boss, he was so scared that he peed a few drops.

This specialist from headquarters not only disregarded the boss's bloodline suppression, but also acted with such ease. Who is he? Is he the new S-rank from headquarters?

Cheng Sui himself noticed this. Since the system awakened, he has never been suppressed by bloodline, whether facing high-level hybrids or Dead Servants.

However, upon closer examination, it can be explained. The Sharingan is an eye that reflects the mind, and the Sharingan alone greatly enhances his mental strength. The special chakra envelops Cheng Sui's brain, which to some extent resists the suppression from the dragon bloodline.

The textbooks at Kassel College explain that the suppression of dragon bloodlines is essentially the suppression of genes. Dragon bloodlines contain powerful information, so when facing dragons or hybrids with higher bloodline purity, the dragon genes of those with lower bloodline purity will be activated and suppressed.

Only dragon genes are mentioned here, because human genes do not contain any power and are naturally excluded from the comparison of gene strength.

But Cheng Sui is an exception.

He currently possesses the Uzumaki bloodline, Hashirama cells, and a small portion of the Nine-Tails' power. In terms of genetic strength, it's hard to say who is suppressing whom.

"What did the principal say?" Yuan Zhisheng asked curiously.

As Cheng Sui stepped out of the Tamamo-no-Mae Club, he glanced back at the old man in the black haori.

He said that you and the Inuyama family head together make up one and a half lions.

"It's very much like his speaking style," commented Yuan Zhisheng.

The silver-gray Lamborghini Reventon slowly pulled up beside Genjiro, and Sakura stepped out from the two open doors and handed the keys to him.

Cheng Sui raised an eyebrow: "The 'things a man should do' you were talking about, you didn't mean accompanying me on a car race, did you?"

Genjiro was the first to step into the car and start the sports car; the V12 naturally aspirated engine roared like a bull in a bullfight.

He rested one hand on the steering wheel, nodded slightly to Cheng Sui, and gestured with his chin to signal Cheng Sui to get in the car.

"Do all you rich kids like racing?" Cheng Sui stepped into the car.

The Lamborghini Reventon nimbly spun around in place, then accelerated and disappeared from sight.

Yasha took out a Heisei cigarette from his pocket and lit it. It was a rather cheap cigarette, the kind Yasha had smoked when he was still a street thug.

"Why does it feel like the boss and this specialist from headquarters have fallen in love at first sight?" Yaksha scratched his head.

Sakura's forehead veins throbbed, but her face remained expressionless.

The crow spat out the cola in its beak and coughed for a while before it recovered.

"That's called instant connection, you idiot!"

Fingel stood behind the three, unsure whether he should go up and say hello.

……

As the sports car drove into the streets of Shinjuku, Genjiro held the steering wheel with one hand and stretched the other out of the window, a lit Soft Seven Star cigarette between his fingers.

"Before I came here, I heard that you Japanese people are very considerate of other people's feelings, and you even choose the right place to smoke. But it seems that's not the case now." Cheng Sui leaned back in the deer skin and leather chair, watching Genjiro smoking as if no one else was around, and lazily complained.

Genji glanced at this overly familiar peer, smiled, and tossed the cigarette out the window: "It's all just something the Japanese government came up with for publicity and marketing. Take a stroll through the streets of Tokyo tonight and your idealized view of the city will be completely shattered."

Cheng Sui watched the cigarette butt trace an arc before landing: "You're just making yourself look even less civic-minded, okay?"

"Are you the strongest in headquarters?"

Genjiro wasn't dwelling on the cigarette issue when he suddenly blurted out a comment.

Cheng Sui wanted to be modest.

But through the rearview mirror, he saw Genji's calm gaze, solemn yet scrutinizing.

Cheng Sui swallowed his original words and chuckled lightly.

"Of course, without a doubt, the strongest."

Yuan Zhisheng also smiled; now he found this young man to be quite interesting.