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

Chapter 77 Ramen Chef, Uncle Ichiraku

Uesugi pulled the canopy of the ramen cart out a little to block the light drizzle.

He was in a good mood today because a girl from a nearby school recommended this ramen shop to her best friend.

He gave each of the girls a serving of char siu, which earned him their sincere praise.

Of course, Uesugi was not happy because someone praised his cooking skills, but because the young girl's smile made him feel like a warm spring breeze.

"As expected, young girls are the best." Uesugi Koshi stood outside the ramen cart and lit a cigarette.

Logically speaking, a ramen chef should never smoke next to a ramen cart.

But it's already 11 p.m., and I'll close up shop after I finish this cigarette, so a little bit of cigarette smell doesn't matter.

"Boss, six bowls of tonkotsu ramen, please."

"That's it, that's it. Come back tomorrow." Uesugi Koshi waved impatiently, not even glancing at the newcomer.

He sounds like a lazy, irresponsible man; I'm not going to work overtime for a man.

Thinking this, Uesugi looked at the newcomer, his face immediately showing a look of surprise and uncertainty.

He had been running a mobile ramen stall in Shinjuku for decades, and he had seen all sorts of things. Among the people who ate at his stall were gangsters who had just had their fingers chopped off, prostitutes who had been deceived by male escorts, and even the mistress and wife of the same man. But today's scene was truly the first time he had ever seen anything like it.

Six young men, their clothes tattered and their faces blackened, stood in a row, looking like they had just escaped from a refugee camp, and reeking of gasoline.

The man who spoke earlier was wearing a pair of broken gold-rimmed glasses, and had half a lit cigarette dangling from his dark lips.

"What are you doing here??" Uesugi asked hesitantly.

Crow sat casually on the bench in front of the ramen cart, threw the cigarette with only a butt on the ground, stomped it out with his leather shoes that exposed his toes, and said nonchalantly, "Don't say anything, old man. I just got back from a car accident. I'm lucky to have survived, and all I want is to have some authentic Tokyo ramen."

Uesugi Kotsushi stood to the side, ignoring the crow.

"Brother Crow, are you sure you can handle this? If not, let Sakura give it a try. This old man looks like a lecher." Cheng Sui stood next to Crow and spoke in Chinese.

Uesugi Yue's forehead veins throbbed almost imperceptibly. His mother was of mixed Chinese and French descent, so he naturally spoke Chinese and understood Cheng Sui's words.

What is Sakura? Let me see just how beautiful she is. Uesugi Echizen turned his gaze to Sakura, raising an eyebrow involuntarily.

This girl was the only one among the six whose face was relatively clean; she had a slender figure, and her beautiful legs were particularly eye-catching.

"Thank you for your help." Sakura bowed slightly, her attitude sincere.

Uesugi Kotsushi snorted, turned around and walked into the ramen cart to get busy.

"I knew it! This lecherous old man couldn't resist a young girl like Sister Ying." Cheng Sui gave Ying a thumbs up.

Two hours earlier, although Genjiro used his royal power to stop the rocket, the impact of the rocket almost wrecked the black Hummer. The group then drove the Hummer shakily into Tokyo.

Fortunately, the rocket blast created a deep crater in the road, indirectly stopping the police car chasing behind them, which allowed them to escape.

However, the car broke down as soon as they entered Tokyo, and in their condition, they couldn't even hail a taxi, so they had to take the subway back to Shinjuku.

"This is too surreal. We were supposed to be tracking down criminals, but instead we've become the ones being chased by the police the whole way." Cheng Sui took the kettle from the ramen cart and poured himself a cup of hot water.

"Hey, don't touch the kettle with your dirty hands." Uesugi Koshi frowned.

Cheng Sui couldn't understand what Uesugi Yue was saying, but he forced a smile and said, "Knock your chicken, knock your chicken."

Uesugi Koshi's forehead veins throbbed twice again. He decided to use yesterday's leftover noodles to make this kid's tonkotsu ramen.

Genji sat quietly on the bench, pondering for a long time before calmly speaking, "It is indeed very strange. It feels like someone knew our entire itinerary in advance, and the final trap was inside the Asahi Group's base. Fortunately, we escaped."

The crow took off its glasses, breathed on the intact left lens, and wiped it with its shirt. "Is it possible that our successful escape was also part of that person's plan?"

After the crow uttered those words, everyone fell silent.

Uesugi was making ramen while listening to the conversation outside.

Are they members of the Snake Clan? Or is it just a gang fight among ordinary yakuza groups?

"I thought the gang warfare depicted in Japanese dramas was just exaggerated, I didn't expect you guys to actually do it like this." Cheng Sui stretched. "But what if it's an internal conflict? What if someone leaked information or something?"

"Actually, there are no rockets in normal operations. The appearance of rifles is a big deal," Yaksha explained. Cheng Sui shrugged, "Then I'm quite honored."

"No, no more than five people know about my operation. They wouldn't betray me. The Demon Clan must have found out about this from somewhere," Genji said firmly.

Cheng Sui raised an eyebrow, neither confirming nor denying.

It's a very Bushido-like ideology, a self-righteous and obsessive sense of justice.

"The Fierce Ghosts?" Fingel wondered, this was the first time he had heard this term.

Yasha glanced at Genjiro, and only after receiving his permission did he explain, "An organization that has existed for over several decades, but few people know of their existence. In recent years, they have developed rapidly and are now seemingly able to rival the main family."

"Then why don't you get rid of them?" Fingel asked, puzzled. "If this were the European Secret Party, it would be a miracle if this group survived for more than three months; those executioners of the Secret Party would be showing great mercy."

"The ramen's here." Uesugi Koshi placed a bowl piled high with toppings in front of Sakura. "Ladyfirst."

The crow whistled and teased, "Old man, you must have been a dashing and handsome man when you were young."

Uesugi Kotsu glanced at everyone, his gaze settling on Genji's face, looking somewhat dazed.

"I was about the same age as him when I was young." Uesugi Kotsu pointed to Genjiro.

"You old man, you had the look of an emperor when you were young!" Yaksha laughed.

After completing your mission, you go to Ichiraku Ramen and order a bowl of tonkotsu ramen. Knowing that Uncle Ichiraku is the most mysterious person in the whole story, you decide to get on his good side.

[Mission: Gain Uncle Ichiraku's favor]

[Reward for completing the mission: Uncle Ichiraku's ramen-making skills]

Cheng Sui almost spat out a mouthful of hot soup as he looked at the old ramen vendor leaning against the side.

The old man had deep wrinkles but a angular face, which showed that he was a handsome man when he was young.

But who exactly are you, old man, that the system has identified you as Otsutsuki Ichiraku?

Cheng Sui slurped up a mouthful of noodles, making a deafening slurping sound.

He had read in a magazine that in Japan, the louder the slurping sound, the better the noodles you think the chef makes.

Looking at Cheng Sui, whose face was ashen, who was giving him a thumbs-up and grinning foolishly, Uesugi Yue wondered if the boy had been in a car accident and had become mentally impaired.

(PS: I wasn't satisfied with some parts of the previous chapter, so I revised it when I had time.)