Man in Marvel: The Manifestation of the Gods

The incense burning in the incense burners on both sides emit wisps of green smoke, making this place seem like a museum full of ancient atmosphere.

Behind a small wooden table at the end of the hall sat a white-haired old man wearing a black and gray kimono, concentrating on demonstrating his tea art skills.

No words were spoken.

There were two rows of people sitting on each side, with different appearances. They seemed to be the heads of the eight Snake families. Only the heads of the Minamoto family and the Uesugi family had not arrived.

In front of each of them was a low square table with exquisite refreshments on it.

But no one tasted it.

They all had serious expressions and knelt in front of the long table, looking straight ahead, like two rows of silent troops, waiting for something.

Perhaps at a command, he would draw a samurai sword from his back and start a bloody fight?

Okay, just kidding.

Who can make the big guys who control the underground forces in Japan attack people? Even if they do, the opponents are probably not human.

Opposite the old man were three low wooden tables.

There was a young man sitting on each side. Although they were wearing the same dark blue kimono, their temperaments were completely different.

The blond man on the left is tall and looks like a dazzling golden lion. What is even more eye-catching is the bright pectoral muscles exposed under the loose kimono. They are huge and well-proportioned, no less than some bodybuilding champions, and very eye-catching.

This domineering Western young man was eating snacks carelessly while talking to the girl in white clothes who was kneeling beside him.

Don't take the tense atmosphere to heart.

Behind the wooden table on the right was also kneeling a young man with black hair and black eyes, a handsome face with a bit of coldness, like an ancient nobleman and swordsman.

He sat upright, looking at the old man in the front who was demonstrating the tea art, as if he regarded the tense atmosphere in the air as a kind of training for himself.

His sword-like eyebrows were slightly narrowed, and he had a bit of arrogance like Guan Yu. He was serious and never smiled. Even when the girls serving him talked to him, he would only occasionally respond with a few words, but always with a distant attitude.

It was Caesar and Chu Zihang. They had arrived here half a month ago, but were treated as tourists by the people from the Neon branch every day. They were occasionally taken out for a walk, but usually ignored and kept in the hotel.

Until today.

Suddenly someone informed the two that Commissioner Rody, who had led the team but disappeared without a trace despite his duty, had arrived.

The head of the branch decided to hold a belated welcome party and invited the two headquarters specialists to attend.

...

Now, what are they doing.

Oh, they are waiting for Master Rody to come.

Having the ruler of the Japanese underworld and the noble son of the Gattuso family waiting here is really an awesome honor.

But no one raised any objection to this.

After all, if you want to wear the crown, you must bear its weight. Although this saying does not seem to be appropriate here, it can still explain some problems.

for example.

This banquet looked like the Hongmen Banquet. If something went wrong after everyone failed to reach an agreement, the old man who was quietly performing the tea art in front of him would slam the cup in his hand.

Teams of warriors with samurai swords rushed out from behind the nanmu screens on both sides, ready to chop people.

The first person to be chopped off is the leader.

Anyway, the meaning is very clear.

If they want to be respected and receive such a grand ceremony, the prerequisite is that the other party has the strength that requires them to wait quietly or respect them.

In the world of mixed-bloods, the issue of identity is not as complicated and tedious as in the world of ordinary people.

Whoever has a strong bloodline will be feared and respected by others.

Anyone who can survive the Dragon King twice, and both times not only survived himself but also saved a group of people, will also receive such respect.

Everything comes from power, and power determines whether you wait for others or others wait for you. This is what is called status.

And all the peace came to an abrupt end when the door creaked and was slowly pushed open.

All eyes turned towards the mahogany gate.

Waiting for the young man who is highly expected by everyone and represents the dispute between the two major forces to appear.

...

soon.

A figure in a dark blue kimono walked in, and the sound of wooden clogs on the floor was crisp.

Let the family heads straighten their backs and prepare to welcome the other party.

but...

"You guys aren't joining me? Well, that's a shame."

Hear his voice before he sees him.

But the voice was lazy and playful, and seemed a little... frivolous.

I heard Roddy's familiar voice.

Chu Zihang, who had been sitting there expressionless, had an icy expression that melted a lot, and the corners of his mouth lifted up to reveal a long-lost smile.

Mr. Caesar Gattuso, who was talking to the waitress next to him about his feat of sailing around the world, also stopped talking.

He turned around and showed respect to this mysterious classmate who was in the same grade as him but whom he seldom saw often.

To be honest, Roddy and Caesar are not very familiar with each other.

At best, he had attended a few grand parties organized by Caesar, but Roddy went to the banquet with Lu Mingfei and Finkel to enjoy the luxurious meals.

And wait for this sentence to pass.

The man who was attracting much attention finally came out from behind the screen.

He has a handsome appearance that makes men jealous and women's hearts stop beating. Combined with his temperament, he is undoubtedly a handsome man.

It's a pity that he was peeking around, which was not very impressive and even a little...incongruous, diluting people's shock at the young man's appearance and temperament.

When Rody saw Caesar and the other man, his eyes lit up and he quickened his pace in his wooden clogs as he walked towards them.

"Hello, President Caesar and Lao Chu, long time no see, how are you? Everyone is waiting for me, I thought you were eating."

Roddy greeted the two with a smile.

He completely ignored the scrutiny from everyone.

He was quite courageous, but since he had faced the resurrected Dragon King before, it would be foolish of him to still be stage frightened.

The family heads remained silent.

Roddy didn't care. He looked at the empty square table in the middle with some surprise.

"This is for me? Oh, I'm flattered. How about Caesar, let's switch? After all, you're the student union president. It's not good for me to sit here. If word gets back to school, it will easily affect your reputation."

"..."

Caesar was a little surprised just now because he hadn't seen Rody for a long time and found that he had become more handsome, but now he suddenly felt balanced.

God gave Rody a face and temperament comparable to that of a goddess of beauty, but he also gave him a long mouth...

"The guest should follow the host's wishes. We should also respect the branch's arrangements."

Caesar smiled heartily and signaled to Rody not to be polite. Hurry up and do it, because you will be the one to be chopped off later.

Rody didn't refuse and sat down. Kneeling was impossible for him, it was good enough that he could come. It was also because Rody had lost the violent temper he had when he first awakened in the Black Palace.

Otherwise, haha, do you really think his laser sword can only be used as a melee weapon?

Just send these guys to a mushroom cloud and be done with it.

...

Chu Zihang asked softly, "Where's Xia Mi?"

He knew that Rody and Xia Mi were enjoying their own world.

"No, I don't know where they went. Girl, don't worry about them, let's eat our food."

Rody shrugged, then finally looked up at the heads of the eight Sheqi families who were staring at him.

Are there a few of these people who might be able to become his good subordinates?

Roddy thought.

But now, Rody's appearance was obviously inconsistent with their imagination of the first person of the new generation, who was serious and had the majesty of a new generation of "dragon slayer" in every move.

Some people have begun to frown.

"Everyone, please feel free to look at me."

Roddy smiled with his teeth showing off his white teeth.

So white that it seems a bit solemn...Can a carnivore's teeth be so clean?

Do not!

The carnivore is not scary. What is scary is that the opponent is not a stupid beast, but Hannibal who is undetectable on the surface.

...

"Haha, now that Commissioner Rody is here, let's start the banquet tonight."

At this time, Tachibana Masamune, who was sitting at the head seat, had his eyes on Roddy as soon as he came in, but then looked away and continued to show his tea art, and finally finished his work.

He didn't signal.

You can see a girl in plain clothes walking around the screen from behind.

Holding the three cups of tea in front of Tachibana Masamune, he walked quickly and steadily to Rody and the other two and placed the porcelain cups in front of them.

"Please taste it."

"Thanks.."

Caesar spoke first, and at the same time he winked at Rody, as if to tell him that there was something fishy going on and he should follow him.

Then Caesar picked up the golden silk gauze that had been prepared at hand and took the hot tea bowl from the girl's hand. Although the tea bowl was so hot that it burned the maid's white and tender hands, they seemed to be unaware of the temperature and held it steadily.

Tsk, feudal rules are harmful to people.