He is currently in the Dragon Clan and has married Erii.

"clang……"

The blond thug slammed his baseball bat heavily on the ground, the metal scraping against the stone, sending up sparks that were particularly noticeable in the darkness.

"Hey you over there, kid, and you middle-aged old man, hand over all your money! The Black Tiger Gang has this street under their protection!" A thug with a hoarse voice, still going through puberty, shouted arrogantly, holding a baseball bat in his hand.

"Black Tiger Gang... what a perfunctory name," Tang Yu muttered in Chinese.

"What are you dawdling for? Don't piss me off! Hand over the money now, or I'll get my brother to drive you into concrete piles and sink you into Tokyo Bay!!"

The thug's words were filled with disregard for life; perhaps in his worldview, human life was as worthless as grass.

Tang Yu's face instantly darkened. If he had been talking to these thugs with a playful attitude before, now he was truly enraged.

"It seems you guys are lacking in manners compared to normal people! Has no one ever told you not to yell and shout at your elders?"

Tang Yu stretched his neck, and a crisp cracking sound of bones broke the silence of the night, followed by a chilling aura.

Although the group of thugs didn't know who this young man was, they could still instinctively sense danger.

"Stay away from him, or you'll die!" This phrase echoed in the minds of every thug.

"What...what a joke! I'm going to be the King of the Yakuza!"

The leader of the thugs felt his authority was challenged. Suppressing his fear, he roared, "Stop watching! All of you, get him! Cripple his leg!"

The sound startled the other thugs who had been intimidated by Tang Yu. These guys suddenly realized what was happening, yelled a few times, and then rushed towards Tang Yu, each holding a baseball bat.

Behind Tang Yu, the stall owner, who had been silent all along, suddenly had a flash of brilliant gold in his eyes. He wanted to take a step forward, but at the last moment he pulled back.

Because Tang Yu made the first move!

Tang Yu stared fearlessly at the rabble. He took a step forward and, with his overwhelming strength, grabbed the baseball bat that one of the thugs had swung at him.

"Not enough force."

Tang Yu wore a mocking expression, while the thug opposite him had a ferocious look on his face, trying with all his might to take back his weapon. However, Tang Yu only exerted a little force, and the baseball bat slipped from the thug's hand.

"Now that I have weapons, have you decided how you're going to lie down?"

Tang Yu played with the silver-white stainless steel baseball bat in various ways. The originally heavy blunt weapon seemed to come alive, turning into a wisp of silver-white light and moving lightly.

Facing several baseball bats aimed at him, Tang Yu smirked. Playing it like a game, he pretended to fight these thugs, putting up a good fight.

Of course, these thugs had no idea what Tang Yu was thinking. Seeing that Tang Yu's "resistance" was getting weaker and weaker, each of them showed surprise on their faces.

"I thought he was some great expert, but he's just a good-for-nothing!"

"Exactly! We're definitely going to cripple his leg later. He's wasted so much of my time!"

……

The cat-and-mouse game lasted for more than five minutes.

It's really a bit much to ask a group of thugs, whose bodies have been ravaged by alcohol and sex, to continuously swing heavy steel baseball bats!

These guys had an unnatural flush on their faces, and they were all panting heavily, looking like they had kidney deficiency.

In contrast to them, Tang Yu, who was fighting against many, remained calm. He looked at the group of exhausted thugs and twirled the baseball bat in his hand with a hint of boredom.

"Alright, game over! You lost. As punishment, you'll have to sleep here tonight! Hopefully, you'll feel better and won't catch a fever or cold tomorrow."

In the darkness, Tang Yu's baseball bat struck the thugs' necks with precision, a technique that required skill.

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78. Chu Zihang's Advice

The immense external force striking the artery caused a momentary lack of blood flow to the brain, and the consequence... was, naturally, just like in the TV dramas, that the person fainted.

After piling the thugs lying haphazardly on the ground to one side of the alley, Tang Yu calmly continued to help the stall owner push his cart forward.

However, what caught Tang Yu's attention was the stall owner's reaction! Witnessing such an "inhuman" level street brawl, the stall owner didn't show the slightest surprise!

If it were an ordinary person, even if they didn't call the police, they would absolutely not travel with a dangerous person like Tang Yu again.

The uncle's reaction also proved that he was not an ordinary person.

"It seems that this uncle has a story to tell..." Tang Yu murmured softly, looking at the uncle's back with a meaningful gaze.

After walking for what seemed like an eternity through a dark alley, I finally reached its end. At the intersection at the end of the alley, a dilapidated streetlamp cast a dim, yellowish glow.

Behind the streetlights was a wooden door that looked quite old. Several tattered "lucky pictures" were pasted on the side of the door. These tattered papers made a rustling sound in the breeze, and a sense of desolation and ruin was overwhelming.

As soon as Tang Yu entered the courtyard, he regretted it!

"I should have rented a hotel..." Tang Yu stared in disbelief at the strange pile of clutter in the yard.

The messy yard led Tang Yu to instinctively assume that the stall owner was a slovenly fellow. But to her surprise, the room was spotless and tidy.

Although the decor and furniture look a bit worn, you can still tell that the homeowner has put a lot of effort into cleaning the room.

After changing into slippers in the entryway, Tang Yu walked into the living room, while the uncle took off his greasy apron and started preparing the ingredients he would need for his stall the next day in the kitchen.

"The place is a bit small, don't mind it too much," came the deep voice of the stall owner from the kitchen.

"How could that be? You've done me a huge favor!" Tang Yu replied with a light laugh.

About half an hour later, the uncle finally finished preparing the ingredients. He came to the living room and led a bored Tang Yu to a small room next to the living room.

"This is the guest room, young man. You can sleep here tonight! Don't worry, the bedding here has only been used a few times, and I've washed it thoroughly... Well then, sweet dreams, goodnight!"

Goodnight, uncle.

After settling Tang Yu in, the uncle quietly left the guest room and closed the door behind him.

Tokyo was quiet at night. Lying on the unfamiliar large bed, Tang Yu was having trouble sleeping!

He had slept for a long time in the air before getting off the plane. Strictly speaking, he had only just woken up and was naturally not sleepy anymore.

"How boring. What should I do?" Tang Yu thought listlessly. At this moment, he suddenly missed the advanced smartphones of his previous life.

In my past life, I was in a smartphone with everything I could want. But look at what I have here... this is a brick that can barely be called a "smartphone".

Tang Yu shook his head and sighed. Bored out of his mind, he flipped through his to-do list in his phone's notes app.

After looking through it for a while, he suddenly remembered something important.

The list has been drawn up, but the equipment he needs is still nowhere to be found. After thinking it over, it seems that only Kassel College can provide him with those items.

"Let's call my senior brother first and see if we can get it from him!" Tang Yu calculated the time; it should be around 4 PM in the US, and Chu Zihang shouldn't have anything important to do at that time.

The cheerful melody of "Little Apple" from the cell phone echoed in the room. A moment later, the call was answered by the person on the other end.

"Hello, this is Chu Zihang. How can I help you?" Chu Zihang greeted him somewhat stiffly over the phone.

"It's me, senior brother!"

"Oh, it's Tang Yu. Shouldn't it be early morning in China? What's the matter with you calling me so late?"

"Senior brother! I'm in Japan now, not in China..." Tang Yu said awkwardly. After thinking about the equipment he needed, Tang Yu asked softly.

"Senior! I've come to ask you for help! Do you know anyone in the equipment department?"

"What are you planning to do? I do know some people, but are you really comfortable with the equipment those guys produce?"

"There's nothing we can do about it!" Tang Yu on the other end of the phone scratched his head, looking quite helpless.

If he had any connections elsewhere, he wouldn't want to touch those lunatics' equipment!

"Here's what we'll do. I'll send you a list later, and you can delegate these tasks to the Equipment Department for me... Remember to have Lu Mingfei keep an eye on things, so those lunatics don't turn them into bombs. Senior brother! My life is in your hands!"

On the other end of the phone, Chu Zihang signed his name on a document. Hearing Tang Yu's pitiful tone, a smile actually appeared on Chu Zihang's usually expressionless face.

The two talked for a while longer. Tang Yu felt it was inappropriate to disturb the chairman's work. Just as he was about to hang up, Chu Zihang seemed to suddenly remember something and said in a somewhat serious tone.

"Tang Yu, don't hang up yet! As your president, I need to tell you something. Our Kassel College also has a branch in Japan, and those guys are the biggest leaders of the Japanese Yakuza—the Snake Clan! Here's a piece of advice: if it's not necessary, don't have any contact with them!"

"why?"

Hearing Tang Yu's question, Chu Zihang's lips twitched violently. At this moment, he remembered a certain unlucky guy from the Lionheart Society from the month before last...

Three months ago, this unlucky guy won a lottery for a month-long exchange program in Japan. When he returned to the academy... well, he was a complete mess!

The dragon-slaying elites, whose bodies flowed with noble dragon blood, were somehow trained into quails by that group of terrifying yakuza members!

They fawn over everyone they meet, but if reprimanded by their boss, they'll chop off their little finger in a heartbeat to show their resolve...

In the end, even Principal Angers was alarmed, and he personally sent teacher Masafumi Tomiyama to provide psychological counseling to the unfortunate man, but even the teacher, who was well-versed in psychology, failed.

According to Professor Masafumi Tomiyama's diagnosis, this unfortunate fellow suffers from a severe psychological disorder and must be sent to a sanatorium for treatment...

This is a sad story...

In truth, this matter was somewhat of a dark chapter in the Lionheart Society's history, so Chu Zihang naturally wouldn't go into details with Tang Yu. He simply reminded Tang Yu again not to contact anyone from the Japanese branch, then subtly steered the conversation away from the topic. After exchanging a few more pleasantries, Tang Yu hung up the phone.

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79 Uesugi Koshi

A few minutes later, an email was sent to Chu Zihang's computer.

Chu Zihang only glanced at it briefly before sending it to his secretary, Su Qian, who would handle the rest.

……

Meanwhile, at Kassel College, in the principal's office.

Under the bright afternoon sun, Angers, with his full head of silver hair, lay on an old chair, holding a glass of red wine in one hand and a magazine about women in the other, slowly flipping through it.

In this warm building, even time seems to slow down.

dong dong...

Just as Angers was enjoying a rare, leisurely afternoon, there was a knock on the office door.

"Please come in," Angers said gently, putting down the magazine featuring beautiful women.

The birchwood door made a soft creak, and the head of the equipment department, wearing heavy protective clothing, slowly walked in. Judging from the oil stains on his body, he must have just come out of the underground factory "Heimdall".

"What kind of look is this?" Angers tapped the table, his tone revealing his doubt.

"It's nothing." The deep voice of the equipment department head came from under the protective suit mask. "I'm wearing a protective suit just because your body odor is too strong, Principal."

“Nonsense! What do you mean by body odor?” At this moment, Angers was like an angry old baboon, his eyes wide like copper bells. “That is clearly the fragrance of an old man left behind after the passage of time and the years.”

The head of the equipment department paused for a moment, then calmly gave his analysis: "Excuse me, Principal Angers, according to the gas tracker's analysis, the body odor on you is the result of fermentation from a mixture of aged tobacco, cheese steak, beet soup, and German braised pork knuckle. After discussion within the equipment department, we unanimously agree that this odor, once purified, can be used as a biological weapon."

Angers: "..."