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

After learning the truth, he didn't hate Genjiro, but the mastermind behind it all... Herzog!

Before parting, Tang Yu also left a pair of high-frequency earphones for Kazama Ruri.

With this thing, the sound of Herzog's old clapper will only be good for listening to as boring music...

……

"Phew! I'm so tired. I didn't even get to go sightseeing. I spent a whole month running around to host clubs. This kind of tourism is really hard to describe!"

After spending nearly a month in Japan, with school starting soon, Tang Yu, exhausted both physically and mentally, finally boarded an international flight to Kassel College in Illinois, USA.

Minutes after the flight took off, in a corner of the waiting area at Tokyo International Airport.

Dressed in black, Genjiro leaned against the wall, clutching his beloved sword "Spider Cutter." Through the floor-to-ceiling window in front of him, he watched the departing passenger plane with a strange gaze, his lips moving slightly.

"Goodbye... my friend. I hope that when you return next time, you will help us to end all of this completely!"

A few days ago, Genjiro had met his father, Uesugi Koshi, and the scene of the meeting was still vivid in his memory!

When he pushed open the dilapidated wooden door and explained his purpose, the middle-aged man who was preparing ingredients suddenly froze. After a moment of stunned silence, his eyes reddened, and he unleashed a terrifying power completely disproportionate to his size.

Yuan Zhisheng didn't even see the uncle's figure clearly. He only felt his eyes blur for a moment, and when he came to his senses, the uncle had already hugged him.

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89 Workers' Strike

Although Genji was not used to having close physical contact with others, he now, contrary to his usual behavior, gently embraced this unshaven middle-aged man.

The moment Yuan Zhisheng saw the uncle, he was certain that Tang Yu had not lied to him!

Other evidence can be fabricated, but the blood connection he felt with the man in front of him was something that could never be faked!

When Genjiro told Uesugi Etsushi about his experiences over the years, the middle-aged man who made a living selling oden immediately became agitated.

He exuded a suffocating aura, and his pupils shimmered with dazzling gold... fierce as swords!

Genjiro would never forget Uesugi Kotsugu's murderous words: "You dare make my child suffer so much? That old bastard Herzog, just you wait, I'll scatter your ashes to the wind!!!"

Uesugi Kotsugu's words were somewhat vulgar, but Genjiro unexpectedly found them very endearing.

As the "Amaterasu no Mikoto" of the Snake-Headed Eight Families, Genjiro was always raised to be a leader. The elders in his family always wanted him to face difficulties independently like a leader... Therefore, from childhood to adulthood, no matter what difficulties he encountered, Genjiro basically carried them all alone. Now, suddenly, an old man appears who wants to help him get rid of his enemies...

"It's actually quite nice to feel cared for by family!" Yuan Zhisheng thought to himself.

On the other side, in Gunma Prefecture, Japan, in a remote mountain village.

Kazama Ruri arrived at the foot of the mountain in a rotorcraft helicopter. The helicopter showed no intention of landing. When it was five or six meters above the ground, Kazama Ruri opened the cabin door and then jumped down with a calm expression.

His bright red kimono fluttered in the strong wind, and the bright afternoon sun shone on the spider lily embroidered on the kimono, adding a unique touch to it.

Kazama Ruri landed on the ground, supporting himself with his long sword. In front of him stood a rather ancient-looking torii gate.

Following the moss-covered stone steps, Kazama Ruri slowly crossed the torii gate and arrived at the top of the not-too-high hill.

Generally speaking, the end of a torii gate should be the dwelling place of the gods, a shrine dedicated to them, but what appeared before him at this moment was an ordinary little wooden house.

The wooden house looks old, but it is clear that someone repairs it regularly, so it doesn't look too dilapidated.

Pushing open the wooden door, Kazama Ruri slowly walked into the house. Inside, a beautiful young girl with exquisite features sat quietly in a chair, waiting for her owner's return.

When she heard the noise at the door, the girl quickly got up from her chair and bowed slightly to Kazama Ruri, who had just stepped inside.

"My lord, you're back!"

"Hmm..." Kazama Ruri responded softly, then stretched out her arms, waiting for the girl to help her change her clothes.

The girl walked behind Kazama Ruri and gently removed his oversized kimono, revealing a plain white shirt underneath. Without the kimono, Kazama Ruri looked somewhat thin, his face radiating loneliness, just as it had nine years ago…

After changing into his everyday clothes, Kazama Ruri sat down in a chair. Beside him, the girl had already prepared tea at the perfect temperature.

After a long silence, Kazama Ruri suddenly asked a question: "Kogure, tell me, if your closest person hurts you because of someone else's trickery, what would you do?"

The girl called "Kogure" lowered her head, pondered for a moment, and then spoke in a voice as melodious as a nightingale.

"If it were me, I would put aside whether I would forgive that person or not. The first thing I would do would be to cut that mastermind into pieces and feed them to the pigs."

At this moment, Xiao Mu was filled with a murderous aura, and her gentle temperament was completely gone.

“I see…” Kazama Ruri gently picked up the teacup, his pale white hand pressed tightly against the white bone china teacup, the two seemingly fused together, with no visible boundary.

After a long while, a murderous intent flashed in Kazama Ruri's gentle eyes, which drove all the women in Japan crazy, and his low murmur filled the air.

"Lord Tachibana Masamune... Heh, you've certainly got a good plan! Well then, let's begin the countdown to your dog's death..."

Kazama Ruri's voice was incredibly gentle, filled with a sacred, almost chanting quality. After a moment, he suddenly tilted his head back and downed the tea in his cup in one gulp. Then, he donned his magnificent crimson kimono once more, picked up the long sword known as "Kanjani Demon Kingdom," and walked step by step towards the unknown beyond the wooden hut…

……

"Ugh, damn it!! My neck hurts so much. This damn plane doesn't even provide a pillow, damn it... I think I've got a stiff neck!"

At Chicago International Airport, Tang Yu stretched his neck with a grim expression. He gave the passenger plane that had brought him the middle finger, then dragged his suitcase and slowly walked off the plane.

He felt terrible! It felt like he'd been hit hard on the neck, and his whole body, including his head, felt dizzy.

Outside the airport, Tang Yu took a taxi to Chicago train station. In his backpack was a luxurious dark gold train ticket, a ticket for train CC1000 issued by Kassel College.

However, the moment he stepped onto the train station, Tang Yu knew he wouldn't need his train ticket!

It looked as if the place had been ransacked by a gang of bandits; everything that could be smashed was reduced to fragments...

The ground was a mess, with leftover hamburgers, empty water bottles, old newspapers, and even toilet paper and towels... all kinds of household garbage were scattered on the ground, giving it a feel of an apocalyptic movie.

In the most conspicuous place in the station, a huge banner hangs, which reads: "Blood-sucking capitalists, give back our workers' hard-earned money! Resolutely resist overtime work, resolutely resist blood-sucking capitalism!"

Just by looking at this banner, Tang Yu could feel the anger of those workers.

"This..." Tang Yu was speechless for a moment. He remembered that there was indeed a strike at the Chicago train station in the original work, but that strike should have happened when Lu Mingfei and the others returned to the academy.

It appears that the strike here is still ongoing.

Looking at the mess on the ground, Tang Yu rolled his eyes with resentment.

"As expected of the 'free' and beautiful country, a month-long strike... how am I supposed to get back to the academy?"

In matters like this, the college's secretary, Norma, is the most reliable!

Tang Yu had only been sitting for a short while when his phone started ringing. The name on the caller ID was a string of gibberish, but Tang Yu could roughly guess that Norma had found him.

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90 drivers

Sure enough, as soon as the call connected, Norma's slightly stiff, mechanical synthesized voice came through.

"Dear Mr. Tang Yu, this is Norma, the secretary of the college. Due to a demonstration by Chicago railroad workers in downtown Chicago, railroad switchmen are unable to work, resulting in the suspension of train CC1000."

"To ensure your smooth return to campus, your advisor, Guderian, has requested a helicopter transfer from the principal. Please remain where you are. The logistics department's helicopter will land at the Chicago train station in five minutes. We wish you a successful and enjoyable new semester!"

After he finished speaking, the phone went dead, giving Tang Yu no chance to speak at all.

Tang Yu held his phone, a hint of helplessness flashing in his eyes.

When Norma is in her personality mode, she's just like a lively and adorable little girl. But in her "Academy Secretary" mode, Norma is nothing more than a cold, emotionless machine! Aside from her rigid, businesslike demeanor, all that's left is her mechanical voice devoid of any emotion.

The logistics department arrived very quickly! Less than five minutes after Norma's call, a rotorcraft helicopter painted a flamboyant bright red appeared in Tang Yu's field of vision.

Upon seeing Tang Yu in the waiting room, the helicopter slowed down and then gently landed on the ground.

The strong wind pressure generated by the helicopter rotor blew the debris on the ground far away, effectively clearing a small space where people could stand for free at the Chicago train station...

"Come on, kid! Get in the car... oh no, I mean get on the plane! I'll take you back to the academy." The driver tilted his head and gestured for Tang Yu to get on the plane.

"Are there other pilots like this in the academy?" Tang Yu wondered.

As for why Tang Yu had such doubts... it can't be entirely blamed on him! It's just that the helicopter pilot had such distinctive features!

The driver was a middle-aged man with a unique (and somewhat sleazy) demeanor. Well, he was probably like the old man on the train in the movie "Train Pervert".

This driver not only has very distinctive physical features, but also a very distinctive personality!

Ever since Tang Yu sat in the cabin, this uncle has been talking non-stop, as if he had opened a floodgate.

"Child, you are Guderian's student, aren't you?"

"Hmm," Tang Yu replied casually.

How are you doing at the academy?

"It's alright," Tang Yu replied again indifferently.

"Do you think the food in the cafeteria is good?" the driver asked again.

This time, Tang Yu remained silent.

He had a feeling that if he continued to respond, the driver's pointless chatter would go on and on...

Seeing that Tang Yu hadn't spoken for a long time, the pilot wisely turned his head and began to concentrate on piloting the helicopter.

Of course, his concentration didn't last long.

The silence in the cabin lasted only a little over two minutes before being broken once again by the pilot.

However, unlike his previous pointless chatter, this time the driver was talking about serious matters.

"Son, have you heard? Those old guys on the board of directors want to impeach Principal Angers... Although they've had this idea for a while, this time, those old geezers seem to be fully prepared."

Upon hearing this news, Tang Yu's eyes narrowed, and he immediately became serious.

Seeing Tang Yu's serious expression, the driver's lips curled into a barely perceptible smile before he continued.

"According to information revealed by the college's paparazzi, it seems that the old guys on the board of trustees are going to make a fuss about Chu Zihang, the president of the Lionheart Society. The Gattuso family has even sent Andrew Gattuso, this 'legal jackal,' to wrestle with the college."

"What do you think about this matter..." The driver glanced at Tang Yu out of the corner of his eye, hoping to get an answer from him.

Tang Yu pondered for a moment, but didn't rush to give an answer. Instead, he asked, "Uncle, why don't you tell me about the academy's plan first? I'll have something to refer to."

"Okay, wait a minute. Damn it, how do those bastards in the equipment department maintain the plane!" The pilot struggled to pull down a lever, switched the helicopter to automatic mode, and then began to talk to Tang Yu.

"The plan for the academy was devised by the brilliant and capable Vice Principal! The Vice Principal decided to employ numerous tactics against the board members who have entered the academy, such as the Feast at Hongmen, the Beauty Trap, and the Feint Attack..."

The driver, speaking in somewhat broken Chinese, listed many schemes and finally came to a conclusion.

"The goal is to keep those guys here and maybe get to know each other better. That way, they might give up on causing trouble for Principal Angers."

The plan described by the driver was not much different from what Tang Yu had read in the original novel.

This plan is feasible, but if it is followed, Chu Zihang will eventually have his blood sample taken by the secretary named "Pasie" and used to blackmail Principal Angers.