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

When Tang Yu walked out of the luxuriously decorated bathroom wrapped in a bath towel, Su Enxi was waiting for him at the bottom of the stairs with a custom Armani suit in hand.

"Here, put these on. They should fit."

"Where did these clothes come from?" Tang Yu took the clothes, but didn't put them on right away.

Just kidding, he's still completely naked under his towel! If he takes it off now, wouldn't the potato chip girl see everything?

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133 Angers

"You mean this dress? Long Legs bought it for her boyfriend!" Chip Girl said calmly, "The boss's clothes are too small, they don't fit you! So I had to rummage through Mai's closet. Luckily, her ex-boyfriend's build was about the same as yours, so just wear it. It's better than you being naked like this!"

After a long pause, Tang Yu sighed blankly, "My boyfriend two years ago..."

He felt like he had overheard some terrible secret, and maybe... Mai would kill him when she woke up.

……

More than 50 kilometers away from the Blackstone mansion, the three members of the diving team climbed out of the hatch of the Trieste, still shaken.

Not far in front of them, Genjiro, dressed in black, stood on the floating platform "Sumeru Throne" at sea, his usually calm expression revealing a hint of emotion.

"Gentlemen, our mission has failed! Thousands of corpses are rushing toward the shore, and... that dragon embryo is not completely dead. That thing is constantly releasing dragon serum into the depths of the abyss. That embryo... seems to be resurrecting something!"

Genji paused, then said in a deep voice, "The most likely candidate is the White Emperor!"

Caesar's squad fell silent.

Yuan Zhisheng noticed that these lunatics seemed a bit down, so he couldn't help but comfort them: "This mission failure wasn't your fault. Nobody knew that those zombie guardians had already awakened before you dived down! Don't worry, we still have a backup plan!"

The Caesar squad remained silent, and Genji noticed that Lu Mingfei's eyes were a little red.

It was only at this moment that Yuan Zhisheng suddenly realized that the four-person team was missing one person.

"Where is Tang Yu?" Yuan Zhisheng seemed to have guessed something, but he still asked with a last glimmer of hope.

Now that Genjiro has asked, Caesar can no longer remain silent.

The burly blond man pulled a slightly damp cigar from his pocket, lit it, and his eyes and tone revealed a faint sadness.

"Tang Yu... stayed underwater to cover our retreat."

Hearing this, how could Genjiro not understand! With thousands of cruel and bloodthirsty corpse guards following behind, going out to cover the rear meant certain death.

"Is Tang Yu dead?" Yuan Zhisheng murmured softly. Although he had only known Tang Yu for less than two months, he already regarded Tang Yu as his best friend.

How could Genjiro not be saddened to hear the news of his close friend's death? However, he could not show it; as the head of the Snake Clan, he had to remain calm.

After taking a few deep breaths to calm his fluctuating emotions, Yuan Zhisheng stepped forward, gently helped Caesar up from the ground, and then patted Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang on the shoulders.

"Gentlemen, now is not the time for grief! We have more important things to do. Let's go to Genji Heavy Industries to discuss our next plan."

……

Meanwhile, in a themed café in Tokyo.

An elderly man with gray hair is sitting face to face with a Donald Duck. The two are very different in style, and the atmosphere between them is equally bizarre.

Henkel, the "Quick Gunner," had nothing more to say about this gentleman's taste. He took a sip of his coffee and stared intently at Donald Duck.

"Speak up, Mr. Donald Duck! What brings you here in such a hurry? Don't show off your new costume, I'm already tired of it! If possible, next time please dress up as Cleopatra and come see me..."

"Sorry, I don't have the habit of putting gold powder on my naked body!" Donald Duck shifted into a more comfortable position, leaning back in his chair. "This time, I need your help! I know you have the capability to use American warships anchored in Japan, and I hope... that you can use those warships!"

Henkel seemed not to have heard clearly. He picked at his ear with his little finger, his old face scrunched up like a chrysanthemum: "Mr. Donald Duck, what did you just say? I don't think I heard you clearly!"

"I said, let you use the warships anchored in the neon-lit area!" Donald Duck repeated.

"What the heck? You're not kidding, are you?!" Han Gao's jaw nearly dropped in astonishment. "Are you going to switch from being a suit actor to a terrorist business? Tell me, where do you want us to bomb with warships?"

"While the firepower of the warships anchored near Japan may not be enough to make a 'LeMay barbecue' like it did with General LeMay back in the day, it should be more than capable of bombing two small towns!"

Henkel patted his chest, his expression completely serious.

But anyone with a sound mind can easily see that this old guy is joking!

Mr. Donald Duck was clearly not joking with him.

"With your intelligence system, I believe you have also discovered that the 'Snake-Headed Eight Families,' the emperors of the night in Japan, are currently making some big moves."

"Yes, we found out! But what does that have to do with us? We're legitimate businessmen... Gangs and stuff like that are too far removed from us!" Han Gao shrugged, looking completely unconcerned.

"Are you really sure it's alright?" Mr. Donald Duck chuckled in a low voice. "The Snake Clan's operation this time is aimed at that legendary being... the White Emperor!"

"What?" Old Han Gao's face was full of shock. "The White Emperor? Wasn't he already reduced to ashes by the Black King?"

"That's what the ancient books say, but it seems the Black King hasn't completely wiped out the White King!" Donald Duck shrugged... oh, no, I mean his wings.

"So, you should have a pretty good idea of ​​what I'm going to do now!"

“I basically understand.” Han Gao stroked the sparse stubble on his chin, his cloudy eyes filled with thought.

This old man, who had lived for over a century, was quick-witted. After a long while, he looked at his partner.

"You can have the right to use the warships, but we need a share of the legacy left by the White Emperor!"

"I can't guarantee that. You can go and fight with the Snake Clan for it. I don't care!" Mr. Donald Duck said calmly.

"Then it's a pleasure to cooperate!"

……

Just as Donald Duck and Henkel finalized their cooperation agreement, at Tokyo International Airport, a jet-black aircraft, its red lights flashing, slowly landed on the runway.

This is a large passenger plane from the United States, but the only passenger on this plane is a flamboyant old man wearing a white suit with a red rose tucked into his breast pocket.

The person who came to greet this flamboyant old man was a middle-aged man with a full beard.

However, it seems that this middle-aged man was not too happy after seeing the flamboyant old man.

"My old friend, it's been a long time!" Angers' face was beaming with a chrysanthemum-like smile. He opened his arms and gave Uesugi Kotetsu a big hug.

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134 Another Dragon King

Uesugi Kotsugu's stubble-covered face was full of disdain. "Old man, you're over a hundred years old! Have some self-respect. Don't you feel uncomfortable hugging a man?"

“Do we need to be reserved with each other?” Angers pulled open his suit collar, revealing a magnificent tattoo hidden beneath. “This ‘Violent Evil of All Realms,’ which represents power and strength, was tattooed on me by your family’s tattoo artist back then. We’re practically family!” Angers laughed heartily.

His white beard twitched as he smiled, giving him an inexplicably... punchable look!

Looking at the pretentious old man, Uesugi Kotsu clenched his fists. Although he really wanted to beat the old man up, he held back.

It's not that Uesugi Kochi is good-natured; he simply can't beat them!

Decades ago, when Uesugi Koshi was still the "Emperor of the Night" in Japan, he fought against Angers.

As a result, Angers beat him black and blue.

While the Black Sun Word of Power is incredibly powerful, this type of area-of-effect Word of Power is still somewhat inadequate against a formidable assassin-type Word of Power like Time Zero.

……

"Old man, what brings you here this time?"

"Let's do it all!"

An old man with one foot in the grave and a middle-aged man with a颓废 (颓废 is a difficult word to translate directly, but it implies a sense of decadence, disillusionment, and a sense of being down on one's luck) face walk side by side on a bustling street in Tokyo. They both look like "old losers," but they are talking about something that could shake the world.

While talking to Uesugi Koshi, Angers was puffing on a fine Cuban cigar.

Listen to this guy from the hometown bragging that the cigar he's smoking was made by Cuban beauties rubbing it on their long, slender legs with their soft fingers.

According to Angers, he could faintly smell the scent of young girls while he was smoking.

"Still smelling like a young girl...you old pervert!" Uesugi Kotetsu said with a look of disdain.

"If you said you could smell a young girl's sweat, I'd believe you! As for body odor... according to modern scientific theory, it's all just cosmetics marinating it in!"

“You country bumpkin!” Angers retorted.

Uesugi Kotsushi's face immediately turned green!

Seeing Uesugi's contorted expression, as if he had swallowed a greenbottle fly, Angers took a deep, satisfying drag on his cigar.

White smoke swirled around Angers, and combined with the old man's deep gaze, he looked like a villain straight out of a movie.

The two old guys, who hadn't seen each other for a long time, joked around for a while before finally getting down to business.

"Uesugi, tell me the truth, did the Snake Clan have any backup plans for the awakened White Emperor?" Angers' old face was full of seriousness.

"We do have some backup plans, but whether they'll be effective is uncertain!" Uesugi Kotetsu said nonchalantly. "When all else fails, we still have you, Principal."

"Rely on me? Hah... You've got the wrong person!"

"What, Principal Angers, are you not going to help us? We are a branch of Kassel College, are you just going to stand by and watch us die?" Uesugi Yue's tone was serious, but his expression remained nonchalant.

“When did I say I wouldn’t help you?” Angers said cheerfully, stubbing out his cigarette on the trash can and gazing softly at the towering Tokyo Tower.

"Leave the White Emperor to my students. Trust me, each of them is an unparalleled dragon slayer! I have another matter to attend to!"

Angers paused, then looked at Uesugi Kotetsu with a smile, "Uesugi, for the sake of our many years of friendship, let me tell you a secret! This time, in addition to the White Emperor, you will also be facing another Dragon King!"

"This tiny place called Japan is now being watched by two malevolent dragon kings. How about that? Doesn't it suddenly feel a tightness in your anus, like you're about to wet yourself in fear?"

Uesugi Koshi: "..."

After the initial shock, the previous "Emperor of Shadows" quickly regained his composure.

“Okay, I admit it, I did feel a tightness in my anus just now! As for being scared to pee… my prostate function is still very strong, unlike you old guy Li, who has frequent urination, urgency, and incomplete urination, you probably have all of those!” Uesugi Kotsuki mocked Angers.

"By the way, let me guess, what is the identity of the Dragon King that makes Angers so concerned?" Uesugi Yue pretended to think for a moment, then suddenly clapped his hands, his expression inexplicably lewd.

"Could that dragon king be a little female dragon? Tell me, was that little female dragon captivated by your charming old man persona?"

“I wish He were a female dragon!” Angers said with a rather regretful expression. “But unfortunately, He is male, and a rather handsome boy at that!”

At this point, Angers lit another cigar for himself. He glanced at Uesugi Kotetsu's pocket, where a black communicator was vibrating frantically.

"By the way, aren't you going to answer the call? It should be the current patriarch of the Snake-Headed Eight Families, right?"

Uesugi Kotsushi merely glanced at the pocket indifferently. "He's now the head of the Snake Clan, the current king of Japanese cinema. If he can't even handle something as small as the Corpse Guardian invasion... then he should probably go to a nudist beach and apply sunscreen to the beauties! Getting back to the point, old man, you still haven't told me about the identity of the other Dragon King."