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

Chapter 90 Mr. KFC

Let's rewind to last night.

Fingel cautiously pushed open the door to the internet cafe cubicle and tiptoed out, looking just like a thief.

The saleswoman at the counter, wearing a white shirt and a plaid pleated skirt, looked at Fingel, who was sneaking out, with suspicion. She hesitated before speaking, "Excuse me, sir, is there anything I can help you with?"

Fingel only knew a little Japanese, but his meager vocabulary was insufficient to understand what the young-looking but tall Japanese girl was saying.

"Oh my god, oh my god." Fingel grinned sheepishly, took the KFC meal he had just ordered from the counter, and tiptoed back into the cubicle.

Aso Makoto watched Finger's retreating figure, hesitating whether to call the store manager. After all, it was too strange for a burly foreign man who was 1.9 meters tall to be so sneaky as to take a KFC.

But she eventually put down the phone. She was only a junior high school student, and at that age, it was impossible for her to be working. No place would dare to hire a junior high school student; the law protecting minors would bankrupt them.

Fortunately, Aso is much taller than her peers, so she can pretend to be a high school student to help support her family and prevent her grandmother from being so tired every day.

While Asou was still in a daze, she was suddenly enveloped by a dark shadow. She looked up and saw several tall men with serious and iron-like expressions.

"Is it a gang?" Aso thought to herself, feeling a little scared.

These are the real gangsters, each one like a sharp blade hidden beneath its sheath, unlike those blond thugs who frequent internet cafes, like to harass Aso Makoto, and wear exaggerated leather jackets.

The men took out several large-denomination coins and placed them on the table. The clinking sound of the coins hitting the table pulled Aso Makoto back to reality.

"Two computers," the leader said.

Aso put the change in the counter, then took out a few small coins and placed them on the counter along with the key, forcing a smile: "Here's your change, please keep it. Have a pleasant internet experience."

The men didn't even glance at the change, took the key from the counter, and walked straight into the depths of the corridor.

Aso looked at the men's backs with a mixture of curiosity and fear.

Does this gangster group also have to surf the internet in an internet cafe? Just thinking about these cold, hard men gathered in front of a computer playing games like "Dragon Quest" gave Aso Makoto a strong sense of unease.

Perhaps this is what Japanese anime refers to as "a man is a boy all his life," Makoto Aso thinks.

Men's hobbies often begin to form in their youth, gradually become fixed in their adolescence, and then remain unchanged until old age.

Young people who are at the forefront of the times always mock old men for being out of touch with the times, but they don't realize that what old men like was once the most fashionable thing in their era.

Like a group of racers in convertibles, they whistle provocatively as they pass by a sleek, classic muscle car. The middle-aged driver in the classic car usually just smiles and moves on, because he once did the same thing when he was young, and so the line is passed down from generation to generation.

Fingel tore open the KFC paper packaging bag, and the aroma of fried chicken instantly filled the air.

Fingel was really looking forward to watching some good anime to enjoy with his fried chicken when his computer screen suddenly went black.

"What's going on? Why did it break down at this time?" Fingel tapped the computer case lightly. "This is really cheap. Can you reimburse me for my internet bill?"

The computer screen suddenly lit up.

Fingel clapped his hands in satisfaction: "My junior was right after all. When there's a problem, try tapping it first."

The computer desktop is blank, with only the classic Windows wallpaper of blue sky, white clouds, and green grassland.

"Did the computer automatically clean up the storage?" Fingel asked, somewhat puzzled.

Just as Fingel was pondering, an incredibly rudimentary DOS window suddenly popped up on the blank desktop.

The interface froze for a few seconds, then countless lines of code flooded into the rudimentary DOS window, white characters flashing upwards at an astonishing speed!

Fingel, with a fried chicken leg dangling from his mouth, furiously typed on the keyboard, trying to fight off the sudden appearance of the code. His first thought was that Kaguya had discovered this place.

But Fingel's speed was clearly no match for the superintelligence, and the code quickly took over control of the computer.

All the characters disappeared, leaving only a flashing name.

"Norma：\".

Fingel's pupils widened. He hadn't expected the support from headquarters to arrive so quickly and effectively, actually sending Norma directly.

"Finger: Cheng Sui and I are currently wanted by the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department. Cheng Sui has already left, but I am currently staying in an internet cafe and am at risk of being discovered at any time."

"Norma: Headquarters is aware of the situation and has dispatched support. Please wait patiently at the internet cafe for a representative from headquarters to contact you."

Fingel breathed a sigh of relief, but something still felt off.

Outside in the corridor, a group of men in black were checking each room one by one, pulling out those who were surfing the internet to verify their identities.

If anyone resists or gets so enraged while playing the game that they feel like they need to fight, the men in black will not hesitate to knock them unconscious and throw them back into their cubicles.

Aso Makoto heard the noise in the corridor. She was a little scared and hesitated for a long time on the phone before finally giving up on calling the police.

Because she was afraid of retaliation from the yakuza, who had heard that these yakuza would stop at nothing to retaliate, and might suddenly break into your house in the middle of the night, grab your hand, pick up a kitchen knife, and start chopping off your fingers one by one. Just thinking about that scene made Asou Makoto feel excruciating pain.

Fingel sat in front of the computer, trying to talk to Norma.

Fingel: "Norma, can you provide a 3D map of the internet cafe, and a map showing the distribution of surveillance cameras in the surrounding area?"

Norma did not answer, and the words "Norma:\" kept flashing on the electronic screen.

Fingel realized something was wrong. Just then, he heard a commotion outside the corridor, but the sound was still some distance away.

The internet cafe suddenly went dark.

Fingel reached his right hand into his waistband, where the HKP30 pistol that Cheng Sui had lent him was.

Before Fingel's fingertips could even touch the pistol, the screen suddenly lit up again, and the computer restarted itself. In the pitch-black darkness, only that single screen emitted a ghostly blue light, giving one a feeling of being haunted.

"Eva: Dubist mein, ichbin dein." This sentence appeared at the bottom of the screen.

This is a famous German love poem that means "I belong to you, and you belong to me."

It was written around 1200 AD, and is said to have been written by a nun in Middle High German as the last letter to her lover. Unfortunately, the original poem did not leave the author's name.

That girl used to love reciting that poem while hugging Fingel's neck.

Fingel wanted to type but didn't know what to say, his fingers hovering over the keyboard for a long time.

Eva: "Now is not the time to talk about other things. That was Kaguya disguised as Norma. You are surrounded by Japanese half-bloods. This internet cafe is no longer safe. You must leave immediately."

As soon as the text ended, a crystal-clear 3D map of the internet cafe appeared on the screen, with Eva thoughtfully marking the escape route in red.

The last trace of hesitation and laziness in Fingel's eyes vanished instantly. Without hesitation, he dumped all the unfinished fried chicken into the trash can, then deftly poked two holes in the empty paper bag with his fingers and put it over his head.

At that moment, the notorious good-for-nothing of Kassel College disappeared.

Beneath the KFC mask, Fingel's eyes were sharp as an eagle's, and his entire demeanor changed, as if a sleeping lion had finally opened its eyes.

"Honey, it feels like it's been so long since we've walked side by side like this."

He spoke softly to the screen, as if it were a conversation that transcended time and space.

(PS: I had a full day of classes and rushed to catch the high-speed train. I just got home, ate dinner, and started typing. But even though I rushed, I've only finished one chapter so far. I apologize to all my readers for this one-time update.)