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

Chapter 71 Gentian

Crow sneered and patted the man in black's face, unbuttoning the top button of his shirt to reveal the Genji tattoo on his collarbone, a symbol of the Genji family.

This is the crest of the Minamoto family.

The Snake Clan, each of the eight major families, has its own representative crest, such as the phoenix of the Sakurai family and the bamboo and sparrow of the Uesugi family.

The red ghost of the Inuyama family.

In Japanese yakuza culture, tattoos represent unique meanings, honor, and hierarchy. Each tattoo is personally sculpted by the family's tattoo artist. Anyone who dares to get a tattoo privately will be forced to sit on the tattoo table and have the ink-stained flesh peeled off while still alive.

The Minamoto family has always been a force of violence among the Eight Families of Snake-Headed Serpents; Rindou represents power and fearlessness.

In Japan, all newcomers to the underworld are required to memorize a handbook. The first page of the handbook contains the crests of the eight clans of the main family. In the Japanese underworld, these eight crests represent absolute authority and violence. Anyone who dares to overstep their bounds will be ruthlessly eliminated by this behemoth.

However, to Crow's surprise, the man in black, upon seeing the tattoo, did not show the fear he expected. Instead, he let out a contemptuous sneer through his teeth and spat a mouthful of phlegm directly onto Crow's shiny leather shoes.

Instead of getting angry, the crow laughed and suddenly stomped its foot down, crushing the other person's hand that was pinned to the table.

The finger bones rubbed against the blade, making a teeth-grinding sound. The long knife was slowly cutting open the palm, and blood flowed down the edge of the table, forming a small puddle on the ground.

"Not even afraid of the main family?" The raven's shoe tip slowly but forcefully spun over the almost severed hand. "You're from the Demon Clan? Has the main family been too quiet these past few years, making you think you can rebel?"

"What else can we do but resist? When has our family ever treated us like human beings?"

The crow tapped its ear with its little finger and drawled, "Listening to you bastards talk makes my ears feel dirty."

How about we find a pretty young female ear cleaner today and enjoy a proper treatment?

Cheng Sui, watching from the side, clicked his tongue in amazement. Crow's cunning face was indeed well-deserved; he was a master at infuriating people.

Just then, Cheng Sui's ears twitched slightly as he heard a faint vibration from a phone. He glanced around and saw that it was the tattooed man whose thumb had been severed, struggling to send a message on his phone with his other intact hand.

A fleeting afterimage!

Cheng Sui's foot had already stepped on the hand that was holding the phone.

With a cracking sound, his knee smashed the other man's jaw. The tattooed man didn't even groan before passing out.

"Here, see what he posted." Cheng Sui, who didn't understand Japanese, tossed the phone to Yabuki Sakura.

"What did they send? A distress message?" Crow curiously approached Sakura, craning his neck to look at the phone screen. "That's perfect. Let's notify the boss to come and wipe them out in one fell swoop, saving us the trouble of searching again."

"Be careful!"

As soon as Cheng Sui finished shouting, the man in black with his hands pinned up suddenly sprang up.

He forcefully pulled his hand out of the long sword, and with his other hand, he swiftly reached for his waist, aiming the black muzzle of the gun directly at Crow's back.

"Die!" The man in black frantically pulled the trigger, the gun spitting flames!

"Ding!"

A crisp, metallic clang suddenly rang out!

Cheng Sui had already appeared behind the crow like a ghost, the blade of Kireimaru gleaming with a cold light, and with one slash he precisely cleaved the incoming bullet in two.

The brass bullets fell to the ground with a crisp clinking sound.

As soon as Cheng Sui spoke, Sakura acted. She threw a throwing knife from the black armor beneath her school uniform; a flash of cold light followed.

It pierced the man in black's neck with perfect accuracy!

The crow and the yaksha once joked during a mission, asking if they could peek at Sakura changing clothes, but in reality, they couldn't see anything even if they tried.

Because Sakura wears a black bodysuit close to her body, woven from a mixture of microfiber and metal wire, it clings to her body like a second skin, with protective steel plates and various blades inserted into her vital areas.

Sakura always wore similar armor, some of which were even the exact same color as her skin, so even if she took off her clothes, the crows and yakshas could only admire her curves and not see her skin.

The man in black clutched his neck and collapsed to the ground, blood gushing out.

Cheng Sui frowned: "Murder in a nightclub, aren't you afraid the police will come knocking on your door?"

"They are 'ghosts,' not people." Crow expressionlessly pulled a pistol from the black-clad man's waist, raised his hand, and fired several shots, accurately severing the limbs of the two still-breathing henchmen beside him. Screams and gunshots mingled together. "The main family will handle it cleanly, don't worry."

He pushed open the door to the private room, turned his head, and gestured with his chin towards Cheng Sui: "Let's go, Commissioner. I'll show you the real Japan branch."

The nightclub was already in chaos. The gunshot had drowned out the subwoofer's vibrations; young people on the dance floor screamed, knocking over bar tables, and shattering bottles everywhere. They came here for thrills; nobody wanted to get caught in a gang shootout and covered in blood.

The bartender huddled behind the bar counter, trembling, and looked fearfully toward the private room.

The Asahi Group's fearsome reputation was well-deserved; they fired so many shots to deal with a small-time thug, probably not even satisfied with the man's death, so they fired several more shots.

Thinking of the bespectacled thug's gruesome death, he couldn't help but sigh: Of all people to mess with, why did he have to provoke these living devils?

"A glass of lemon water, please."

Cheng Sui took the few coins he had gotten from the crow and threw them on the bar counter.

He was a little thirsty. He had to go to the Asahi Group headquarters later and didn't know when he would be able to get a drink of water, so he might as well have this cup now.

The bartender was somewhat surprised that, at a time when everyone was panicking and trying to escape, someone would actually come to the bar and order lemonade.

The bartender looked up at the newcomer and felt that he looked somewhat familiar.

Isn't this the student who just came into the private room?

Wait—why did he come out so quickly? Could it be—

"A glass of whiskey, quick, we're in a hurry." Crow sat casually to one side, raising his pistol and pointing it at the bartender.

He didn't give the bartender a friendly look. Although these shops might not be aware of the Ghost Clan's specific activities, Crow was certain that this guy was the one who leaked their whereabouts to the Asahi Group.

The bartender's face turned deathly pale instantly. He frantically mixed drinks, barely able to hold his glass. When he saw Sakura Yabuki standing beside him, his heart skipped a beat.

The girl's eyes were as cold as ice, and her aura was definitely not that of an ordinary person. I'm afraid I've offended a big shot I shouldn't have.

"Sakura, aren't you going to get something to drink?" Crow asked, looking at Sakura beside him.

Sakura simply shook her head slightly.

"Are we just going to wait here?" Cheng Sui asked, feeling that the crow was being a bit too leisurely.

"If the boss were here, he'd already be wiping his antique sword with an oilcloth." Crow picked up the whiskey, looked at Cheng Sui, and said, "We'll see how you perform later."

Cheng Sui remained silent and picked up the Kirei-maru that was placed to the side.

He turned around, walked a straight path through the scattering crowd, and steadily headed towards the nightclub's exit.

As soon as I pushed open the door of the nightclub, the blinding headlights pierced the night like sharp swords!

Four or five black SUVs pulled up roughly to the side of the road, and nearly twenty men in black, looking menacing, jumped out of the vehicles.

They instantly blocked the entrance.

The evening wind howled, swirling the hem of Cheng Sui's clothes.

He slowly drew his sword from its sheath, the dark red blade gleaming dangerously under the neon lights.

He didn't turn around, but calmly said to the crow behind him:

"Then you should open your eyes wide and see clearly."