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

Chapter 80 Fen Descends from the Sky, Furious and Ferocious

As Cheng Sui looked toward the kitchen, Fingel almost instinctively rushed toward Cheng Sui, his burly body pulling Cheng Sui into his arms, and the Word of Power: Bronze Throne was activated at the critical moment!

However, the explosion was too violent. The enormous shockwave, like an invisible giant hand, instantly shattered all the glass in the suite into dust. Fingel, holding Cheng Sui, was thrown violently out of the building like a kite with a broken string.

The two fell rapidly from a height of nearly 100 meters.

Fingel was covered in blood, his exposed skin was covered with ceramic-like cracks, his capillaries were ruptured, and his internal organs were severely damaged by the impact. The excruciating pain almost robbed him of consciousness.

The explosion was so sudden that the bronze throne didn't even completely cover their bodies, only protecting their backs, before they were blasted away.

Fingel's action of saving Cheng Sui was entirely instinctive; he didn't even realize it himself. Perhaps subconsciously, he wanted to do his best to protect every team member, even though he was no longer the team leader.

In the raging wind of falling, Cheng Sui forcibly steadied himself and broke free from Fingel's embrace.

Thin chakra threads shot out from his ten fingers like lightning, adhering to the smooth glass curtain wall of the hotel, slowing his descent.

He grabbed Fingel with his back to the wall, and with a burst of strength, pulled the two of them violently toward the vertical glass surface.

To Fingel's disbelief, Cheng Sui stood steadily on the glass surface, which was almost at a 90-degree angle to the ground, just like Spider-Man.

"Junior, if I had known you were this freak, I wouldn't have risked my life to save you."

Fingel muttered a weak complaint, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, and then his head lolled to the side as he fainted.

The explosion just now not only severely damaged Fingel's internal organs, but also caused a violent impact to his brain. It's amazing that he didn't faint on the spot.

Cheng Sui remained silent, carrying Fingel as they walked down the glass wall, a soft green chakra light emanating from his palms as he slowly healed Fingel's injuries.

Turning to look at the penthouse suite behind him, billowing smoke, Cheng Sui's eyes were devoid of any emotion.

He now realized that he seemed to have forgotten Angers' words.

The principal's purpose in sending him to Japan was never to investigate the so-called drug, but to use his strength to intimidate the entire Japanese branch.

If that's the case, why bother distinguishing between the Snake-Headed Eight Families and the Demon Clan?

Just run them all over.

Ten minutes after the explosion, the Park Hyatt Tokyo was surrounded by a dense swarm of police. Local residents watched curiously from a distance, wondering what important person lived on the top floor that could attract so much police attention.

Police lights illuminated the surrounding darkness, fire trucks filled the open space, and all people within a 500-meter radius of the hotel were dispersed. Even the real police were notified to leave, leaving only a group of gangsters in police uniforms operating efficiently and silently near the hotel.

Yuan Zhisheng stood downstairs, looking up at the top floor where thick smoke billowed, his face as cold and hard as cast iron.

The crow and the yaksha have gone to the top floor to check the scene, and the results should be out soon.

Genjiro lit the Soft Seven Stars, the smoke gathering and dissipating under the night sky, the night wind blowing the black hair on his forehead.

He was afraid he would lose his composure after seeing the two men's corpses, so he sent Crow and Yaksha to the top floor to check the situation.

He is the head of the family's Amaterasu, the director of the Executive Bureau, and a figure who must remain calm and provide guidance. Losing his composure is absolutely unacceptable, especially in front of many family members.

"Is power a gift, not a constraint?" He repeated Cheng Sui's words in a low voice, a bitter smile appearing on his lips. "Such an enviable freedom."

The phone rang; it was Crow calling.

Genjiro took a deep breath and pressed the answer button. "What's going on?" Genjiro's tone was calm, but Sakura behind him could sense the tension in Genjiro's voice.

"Aside from shattered furniture and a little blood, there's nothing left." The crow's voice carried a relieved ease, and in the background, there were sounds of kicking away debris. "Those two probably smelled something and ran away beforehand; they're tough as nails."

Genjiro let out a barely perceptible sigh of relief; Sakura could see his taut back relax quietly.

His gaze returned to its cold intensity, and Genji began issuing instructions methodically, his voice not loud but carrying an undeniable authority:

"Immediately seal off all exits of the hotel, not even a fly should be allowed to leave. Investigate all the hotel's surveillance footage and resident lists from the past two weeks, leaving no one out. If anyone resists, you are allowed to take violent measures on the spot."

"Yes!" The crowd stood in a neat row and responded in unison to Yuan Zhisheng's command.

"Sakura," he turned to the girl beside him and lowered his voice, "go check all the surveillance footage in the surrounding neighborhood and determine their location as soon as possible."

"Understood." Sakura nodded, her figure quickly disappearing into the night.

Yuan Zhisheng silently smoked his cigarette.

After all this, will they still trust their own family?

Kassel College, Principal's Office.

Angers sat behind a large, sturdy wooden desk, holding a thick stack of documents, carefully flipping through C.

The document details Chu Zihang's missions, and this rising A-level student has shown outstanding performance since joining the Execution Department.

Including but not limited to: blowing up half a stadium with a pyrotechnic bomb, beheading a dangerous hybrid in front of hundreds of people, and mowing down a fugitive's sports car with a heavy machine gun on one of Chicago's busiest streets—

Chu Zihang wrote a full ten pages about things that could be judged as terrorist attacks if picked out randomly.

Angers felt that the nickname "Emperor Killer" given to Chu Zihang by the Night Watchers forum was absolutely perfect.

Angers took a sip of red wine. If the watchman were here, he would have discovered that this was a Parantou he had treasured for over a decade. Angers had found it on his last visit to the clock tower and had secretly hidden it under his trench coat to take it out when the watchman wasn't looking.

"This is a bit troublesome; there are too many witnesses." Angers gave a wry smile. "But fortunately, Chu Zihang hasn't gone so far as to attack civilians and police—"

The office door was pushed open, and Professor Schneider walked in expressionlessly, his breathing heavy beneath the metal mask.

"Welcome, Professor Schneider," Angers rose to pour Schneider a glass of wine. "I happen to have something to discuss with you about your student, Chu Zihang."

Schneider took the glass but put it aside without drinking. He then took out an electronic tablet from his pocket and handed it to Angers.

Angers opened his tablet, which contained a video. The video showed a scene of swift movements as he wielded twin swords, his trench coat fluttering wildly, and the crimson ukiyo-e prints on the lining flying freely in the firelight.

Angers raised an eyebrow and smiled, "I didn't expect him to integrate so well after only two days in Japan. He's even learned dual-wielding. No wonder he's the student I've chosen."

Schneider spoke coldly: "This is a wanted poster released by the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department. Your student is currently being hunted throughout Japan."

Angers took another sip of wine, unperturbed. "It's fine," he said. "Young people always like to do something extraordinary; it's normal."

"Are you just going to stand by and do nothing?" Schneider asked.

"Why bother? Cheng Sui can handle this small matter himself." Angers watched Cheng Sui wielding his knife in the video with great interest, his eyes full of admiration. "He's got the style I had back in the day."

"What would you have done if you were younger?"

"What else can we do?" Angers swirled his wine glass, a relaxed smile on his face. "Just beat up all those unruly kids in the Japanese branch. Once they're subdued, they'll naturally withdraw the arrest warrants obediently."

"——"

Schneider's lips twitched slightly, and after a long silence, he spoke hoarsely, "You said you wanted to talk to me about Chu Zihang, what happened to him?"

Angers pushed the thick report in front of him, maintaining a patient smile: "I just wanted to ask you to subtly remind Chu Zihang that next time you carry out a mission, you could make a little less noise. It is indeed a bit troublesome to deal with afterwards."

Schneider's gaze swept back and forth between Angers, the footage of the tablet mileage and the police checking the time, and Chu Zihang's report filled with "vandalism".

So—you ignored Cheng Sui's shootout with the police in Japan, but you made Chu Zihang pay attention to the impact?

>