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

Chapter 82 Internet Cafe Meeting

"Junior, move out, you're making me uncomfortable."

"It's clearly because you chose a place that's too small, so did you even finish setting it up?"

Inside the internet cafe, Fingel and Cheng Sui squeezed into a small private room. Fingel's fingers flew across the keyboard, and the computer screen kept switching pages.

Internet cafes in China are the kind where everyone sits in a row playing on computers, each person with a serious expression like a soldier about to go into battle. They smoke cigarettes and drink energy drinks while typing away on their keyboards with flair, and praise and greetings are constant. Everyone is venting their emotions here.

Cheng Sui had been to internet cafes before, of course. Although he didn't like the smell of smoke, there were computers to play on, so the secondhand smoke was naturally filtered out by his brain.

Especially when he took down the last enemy with a single shot using a sniper rifle, listening to his teammates cheer, he felt like a hero who had saved everything, and the keyboard and mouse covered in cigarette ash seemed to transform into a victor's trophy.

However, the internet cafes in Japan were somewhat different from the ones Cheng Sui had in mind.

The space consists of individual cubicles, each about 2 square meters in size, but the ceiling is just right; even Finger can stand up while bending over, so it doesn't feel oppressive.

There are magazines and newspapers available for free to read in the corridor, and coin-operated washing machines and slippers are also provided.

There was even free ice cream and curry rice. Fingel's eyes lit up as soon as he walked in, as if he had returned to his happy hometown, C.

"I was afraid of being tracked by Princess Kaguya, so I specially used an overseas server with three layers of relays," Fingel turned the screen to Cheng Sui, his tone smug. "Our emails will be sent to Kassel College soon. Whether it's the Japanese branch or the Demon Clan, they can expect to be wiped out."

Cheng Sui glanced at the screen and wasn't surprised that Fingel had such computer skills.

After all, he was once a top-tier A-level prodigy who dominated Kassel College. Even if he suffered irreversible psychological damage, he must still have the skills. This is one of the reasons why Cheng Sui was willing to let Fingel come along.

"But it will take at least a day for reinforcements from headquarters to arrive. What are you planning to do during that time?" Cheng asked.

Fingel pointed to himself, looking confused: "Junior, you're asking me? You're the group leader, decision-making isn't my responsibility."

Rolling his eyes at him, Cheng Sui complained, "You really don't want to do any extra work. And have you thought about what if Principal Angers thinks we can handle this ourselves and doesn't send reinforcements?"

Fingel took a big bite of ice cream and grinned mischievously: "Uncle Ben once said that with great power comes great responsibility. Junior, you're capable, so you should do more."

Cheng Sui didn't reply. He closed his eyes, focused his mind, and quietly activated his Chakra Sensing Technique.

His mental energy spread like a spider web, and a map flashing red light appeared in his mind.

Several mixed-race individuals have appeared near the internet cafe. The flickering light indicates that their bloodline is extremely unstable, clearly belonging to the Fierce Ghost Clan.

"The Ghost Gang is gradually surrounding us, probably checking the surveillance footage to pinpoint our location," Cheng Sui said, opening his eyes. "They should be able to locate us in less than an afternoon."

"So what do we do now? Escape through the sewers?" Fingel asked, somewhat eager. "Like the resistance in The Matrix escaping the Matrix program's pursuit."

"There's no savior Neo here, and no outside help to give us a floor plan of the internet cafe," Cheng Sui rolled his eyes at him. "The most likely scenario is that we'll successfully walk into the sewer pipes and then drown in Tokyo's groundwater."

Fingel moved closer to Cheng Sui and put his arm around Cheng Sui's shoulder: "Junior, you're here, I feel completely at ease with you here."

Sitting in the corner of the cubicle, Cheng Sui looked at the emails being sent on his computer screen and said, "We can't keep being so passive; we need to actively find a way to break this deadlock."

"So, junior, what do you want—?" Fingel asked, frowning.

Cheng Sui wiped the Kirikage Maru, speaking casually, "Of course we'll go to their door to demand an explanation. We can't just get blown up and remain silent. Even a child knows to fight back when they're hit."

Finger was filled with pride and made a move to stand up. He patted Cheng Sui and said, "If you and I, brothers, join forces, how can the Japanese branch stand a chance?"

As a result, because he didn't pay attention to the height of the cubicle, his head hit the ceiling of the cubicle hard, and he let out a howl.

Fingel rubbed his head, grinning, and said, "Looking for an explanation? Where are you planning to go, junior? You can't exactly go to their headquarters with a knife, can you?"

"Otherwise what?" Cheng Sui asked, somewhat puzzled.

"I see now, junior, you're a complete killer." Fingel finally recovered, his expression becoming slightly more serious. He typed a few things on the computer, bringing up a map. "I wasn't just busy sending emails. I cross-referenced the abnormal fluctuations in the surveillance signals of the nearby area and found something quite interesting."

He pointed to a flashing red dot on the map: "Port area, a nominally abandoned warehouse. But in the past hour, its internal network activity has been unusually high. How about it, junior, want to go check it out? It's better than you just showing up with a knife."

"That makes sense," Cheng nodded. Without evidence, even if he went to the Japanese branch himself, they wouldn't admit it.

"Senior, I'll go this time myself, you stay here," Cheng Sui said.

Fingel sprang to his feet: "What do you mean? You look down on me, your senior? You should know that I was the one who once held the record for completing a single semester's tasks as an undergraduate specialist in the Executive Department."

"In the past?" Cheng Sui raised an eyebrow.

"The current record holder is Chu Zihang," Fingel said indignantly. "This killer is too abnormal. He carries out missions almost non-stop for a whole semester. Professor Schneider must be laughing in his dreams to find such a student."

"A true hero doesn't dwell on past glories, senior."

Fingel pursed his lips and didn't say anything more.

Cheng Sui sat cross-legged to the side, his consciousness sinking into his body, silently refining the cells of the Hashirama.

Having experienced so many battles in Japan these past few days, my body has gradually adapted to the Hashirama cells from the previous stage, and I can try refining them again.

A surge of vitality flowed from the cells between the pillars, continuously strengthening Cheng Sui's body.

Cheng Sui stopped refining the Hashirama cells only when he began to feel his body gradually becoming woody.

Opening his eyes, Cheng Sui vaguely noticed that his perception of his surroundings had changed slightly. Not only were his five senses more acute, but he also felt a vague sense of affinity towards his environment.

"Junior, I feel your appearance has changed," Fingel said, scrutinizing Cheng Sui. "You seem much more peaceful now. I've heard that in China there's a magical thing called internal energy that can connect with heaven and earth. Could it be that you—?"

"You're overthinking it. I don't know any of those things." Cheng Sui picked up his knife, stood up, and opened the small door of the cubicle to walk out.

"Junior, you really don't plan to take me with you?" Fingel stood up, patted his chest and assured him, "I'm a tough guy who can ride a horse on my arm, I definitely won't hold you back."

"It's not a matter of being a burden; I need someone to support me from the outside," Cheng Sui explained. "Besides, the academy hasn't replied yet, so someone definitely needs to stay here and wait for news."

"That's true. Then, junior, please be careful," Fingel said.

Cheng Sui put the last bit of change in his pocket on the table and pushed open the door to leave.

"Don't worry, there's no one in Japan who can stop me right now."