Lu Mingfei, who had read Dragon Clan before slaying the dragon

Although he was seriously injured, Ryoma Genichirō suddenly burst out with amazing speed and jumped up to grab the receiver of the walkie-talkie from the rock.

Seeing this, the smaller girl originally wanted to go up and swing her knife to stop Ryoma Genichirō's actions. She knew what Ryoma Genichirō wanted to do. If she really let Ryoma Genichirō connect this channel, things would become a little troublesome... But just as she was about to draw her knife, another playful girl waved her hand to stop her.

"Hey, Senior Sister, if he wants to call, just let him." The playful girl said, "Those Japanese are like that, they tend to get crazy easily. What if you push him too far and he gets so angry that he commits seppuku in front of us?"

"But he's probably not calling Miyamoto Shio down at the Red Well. He's probably notifying his Self-Defense Force soldiers." The petite girl glanced at Ryoma Genichirō. "His face is filled with the determination to die. He's probably determined to perish together with us, and wants to take us with him."

"It doesn't matter. If he wants to mobilize us, then let him." The playful girl shrugged nonchalantly. "These Japanese are all more stubborn than stone. As long as they have a trump card in hand, if you don't crush them with absolute strength, they will always think they can defeat you with willpower and perseverance."

"But if he really notifies the Self-Defense Forces, we might be in trouble." The petite girl frowned slightly. "The Self-Defense Forces have missiles and fighter jets, and I've already used up most of my energy. If they really have the chance to deploy those cutting-edge weapons of mass destruction, our situation will become very troublesome."

"It's okay, it's okay, Senior Sister, you're tired, but I'm here for you, right?" The playful girl smiled confidently. "Whether they use planes or cannons, it won't be a problem. Leave the rest to me. Senior Sister, you can find a clean rock to sit on and rest your feet."

"I actually hope they deploy some decent weapons and troops," said the playful girl. "After all, according to Senior Brother Lu, we're about to have a decisive battle with something formidable. The last time I had a real fight was with Chu Zihang. I haven't exercised in a while, so it's good to have a chance to practice. Otherwise, it would be so embarrassing if I fell behind on the battlefield. Chu Zihang, Senior Brother Lu, and Old Tang are all in Japan."

The petite girl was stunned for a moment, then nodded silently, really listened to her junior sister's words, and went to find a clean stone to sit down and rest.

The girl Bai Qi watched the girl in the blue skirt moving her body like she was doing morning exercises, her well-proportioned thighs stretching out into perfect curves... She had been getting along with this junior sister as humans for so long that she almost forgot what a terrifying creature she really was.

If this girl really takes it seriously, missiles and fighter jets are really not a big deal, and even super bombers may not be a threat to her.

Ryoma Genichirō coughed up two pools of blood, then slowly put down the receiver of the walkie-talkie. The petite girl guessed correctly that this time Ryoma Genichirō was not calling Miyamoto Shio under the red well, but calling for reinforcements from his Self-Defense Forces.

Ryoma Genichirō looked at the two calm girls not far away. He had witnessed their cheetah-like speed, and he knew very well in his heart that they were absolutely capable of blocking his communication with the Self-Defense Forces, but he didn't know why they didn't do so... Maybe it was because they had absolute confidence in their own strength?

However, no matter how powerful an individual is, it is nothing in the face of modern cutting-edge technology. After ending the communication, Ryoma Genichirō finally let go of his worry. He called for reinforcements of tanks and helicopters. Five minutes later, this area on the ground would be covered by intensive firepower... If the Leopard tanks and Apache attack helicopters failed to annihilate the enemy, the formation of F2 stealth fighters would carry powerful air-to-ground missiles to track and lock the enemy into a bombing raid.

It doesn't matter even if the other party takes him as a hostage. Ryoma Genichirō has already ordered his Self-Defense Forces to ignore the hostages... He is participating in this war with the determination to die. Although he has no way to witness the death of the "God" with his own eyes, dying together with the enemies who prevent them from slaughtering the "God" is also his mission and glory as a soldier.

"Here it comes." The petite girl squinted her eyes at the distant sky and gave a reminder.

"You're too slow." The playful girl put away her playful expression and said lightly... just like a supreme female monarch putting away her playful attitude towards mortals and becoming high and mighty again.

In the northern sky, two dark green Apache attack helicopters were flying closer and closer. Two spiral heavy machine guns were mounted on the bottom of each aircraft, bringing an extremely deterrent and oppressive force.

An Apache helicopter was hovering at an altitude of fifty meters above Hongjing, and another was circling around the first one, seemingly providing cover for it. Those who were qualified to fly armed helicopters were senior pilots with rich combat experience. They had undergone rigorous training and coordination, and their actions were in perfect harmony.

The pitch-black muzzle locked onto the two girls on the ground below. The pilot didn't open fire immediately because he was also stunned for a moment. In the communication channel, Ryoma Genichirō's voice was weak and urgent. The Self-Defense Force soldiers thought that Colonel Ryoma had encountered a large-scale enemy attack, at least a company equipped with hot weapons, so he called the base for support... But there were only two girls on the open land. How could the pilot not doubt his life?

But the pilot with excellent eyesight caught a glimpse of Ryoma Genichirō, who was leaning against a rock, seriously injured and exhausted. Ryoma Genichirō raised his hand with difficulty and pointed at two girls not far away. The pilot immediately understood and defined these two seemingly harmless girls as extremely threatening and dangerous elements.

The pilot decisively pressed the firing button of the machine gun. The spiral muzzle began to rotate slowly after a brief warm-up. A huge roar sounded, and dense bullets at an astonishing rate of more than 6,000 rounds per minute covered the two girls on the ground... With such dense firepower, even a three-meter-tall brown bear would be shot into a sieve.

The bullets should have engulfed the two girls, and then more fragments fell to the ground, raising thick dust... but in reality, not a single dust was raised.

The Apache pilot's eyes widened, the scene before him was the most incomprehensible scene in his life.

All the bullets were suspended in the air, all around the girl in the blue dress. Dense bullets poured down towards the girl, but seemed to be blocked by an invisible hard membrane barrier. However, no sound was made, and the bullets did not fall. Instead, they approached the girl at an extremely high speed, but suddenly stopped within a range of one to five meters in diameter around her, and then suspended completely still in the air, forming a metal barrier made of bullets... and the thickness of this barrier was constantly increasing, because the muzzle of the machine gun at the bottom of the Apache was still roaring, but no matter how high the rate of fire of the machine gun was or how dense the number of bullets was, there was no way to scratch the girl.

This was impossible, as it completely violated the laws of physics, yet it was happening right before his eyes… The Apache pilot was not a half-breed, and of course knew nothing about the golden eyes and the Word Spirit. He looked at the scene that was between "miracle" and "witchcraft" and thought he was dreaming. Then he saw the red-gold eyes of the girl in the blue dress, and the overwhelming pressure made the pilot's brain dizzy.

In reality, he was clearly looking down at the girl from above, but a very realistic picture suddenly rushed into his mind... In the haze, he seemed to see a king-like girl sitting on a throne like a mountain, looking down at him with eyes like she was looking at an ant. The hideous figure covered with scales and armor had a violent beauty. His consciousness was instantly crushed by the pressure of the mountain.

The Apache pilot in charge of the attack suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and fainted uncontrollably. His body fell limply on the driver's seat, and then the armed helicopter under him lost control, circling and falling to the ground.

The pilot of another Apache helicopter was terrified when he saw his team's plane losing control. He frantically called his teammates through the channel, but it was no use. No matter how loud his voice was, he could not wake up his unconscious companion. The crash of the first plane could not be prevented.

Not only the pilot was shocked, even the half-blood Ryoma Genichirō was stunned. He had never heard of any spiritual words that could silently block such dense firepower. He didn't even see the girl in the blue skirt chanting the dragon script. Ryoma Genichirō also saw the Apache pilot and the girl in the blue skirt look at each other from a distance, and then they lost consciousness instantly, as if they were hit by a hammer, with blood oozing from their mouth and nose.

Ryoma Genichirō had never heard of anyone whose bloodline could make someone lose consciousness with just a single eye contact. Even the contemporary "Emperor" of their Sheqi Eight Families, Gen Chisei, did not possess such an ability.

Ryoma Genichirō originally thought that the girl in the white dress was the main fighting force among the two, but now it seems that the girl in the blue dress is obviously more unfathomable... This feeling is like there is a mountain in front of you that you cannot climb over, and after you climb to the mountainside and fall with a bloody head, you discover an even more terrifying truth... It turns out that behind this mountain that you thought was the highest in the world stands a giant ridge that you can't even see the top of.

Despair gradually arose in Ryoma Genichirō's heart... However, the next second, something even more unexpected happened.

The Apache helicopter was falling faster and faster. Almost in the next second, there would be a huge explosion, a fierce flame, and the aircraft would be destroyed and everyone on board would die... But the girl in the blue dress stretched out her hand in the direction of the falling Apache helicopter through the void, and a violent hurricane blew up from the flat ground and rushed towards the falling helicopter.

But when the hurricane touched the helicopter, the violent storm gradually softened, and the Apache helicopter weighing more than ten tons was magically pulled by the gentle wind. It slowly stopped falling at a height of several meters from the ground, as if it was slowly dragged by a pair of invisible giant hands.

The girl in the blue dress waved gently, and the Apache helicopter slowly landed on the ground. There was no fire and no crash. Even the propeller and landing gear were not damaged. Only the outer paint was slightly scratched off. The helicopter pilot was also safe and sound, but had fainted.

"What kind of power is this... Can humans possess such extraordinary power?" Ryoma Genichirō stared at what was happening in front of him with wide eyes, muttering to himself in disbelief.

Ryoma Genichirō watched the girl in the blue skirt skillfully controlling the air and wind, and was shocked beyond belief, just like a primitive man seeing modern people using high-tech guns.

However, the girl in the white dress watched all this quietly, without even changing her expression... She knew the background of the girl in the blue dress, so she was not surprised. She even knew that the ability that seemed like a miracle in the eyes of Ryoma Genichirō was just the tip of the iceberg of her junior sister's strength.

The muzzle of the machine gun of another Apache helicopter was silently pointed at the girl in the white dress from behind. Of course, the pilot had also witnessed the ghostly ability of the girl in the blue dress, so he changed his target to the girl in the white dress sitting on the rock.

But the girl in the white dress was not at all flustered and seemed to be full of confidence in her junior sister.

The girl in the blue dress glanced indifferently at the Apache helicopter that was about to fire. It seemed that she had no patience to continue playing with these "toys". Before the Apache helicopter opened fire, the girl in the blue dress suddenly stretched out a slender finger and pointed at the helicopter. She casually waved her fingertips in the direction of the dense forest. The hurricane blew again, and the helicopter broke away from the pilot's control and fell uncontrollably in the direction of the dense forest where the girl's finger was pointing.

Ryoma Genichirō was shocked to the point of numbness... This girl's abilities were almost beyond the scope of human beings.

Sonic booms cut through the sky as a formation of four F2 stealth fighters rapidly approached from the sky. This was produced by Mitsubishi based on the US military's F22 fighter. When flying at full speed, it can even burst out at twice the speed of sound.

The failure of the Apache attack helicopter has been shared on the Self-Defense Forces' military channel. The soldiers of the F2 fighter jets did not hesitate quickly. The attack horn was blown at the first moment, the weapon gates slowly opened, and an air-to-ground missile spewed out from the bottom of the fighter jet, spewing flames, and the sonic boom sounded like a rattlesnake passing by.

This missile can create an explosion with a diameter of more than six meters. With one shot, even the peak of a hill can be razed to the ground. However, the girl in the blue skirt did not panic at all. Not only did she not dodge, but she jumped up instead.

Under Ryoma Genichirō's terrified gaze, the girl in the blue skirt actually flew up and headed towards the oncoming missile, as if what was flying towards her was not a missile but a noisy bird.

Chapter 521 Crush

Ryoma Genichirō stared with wide eyes at the girl in the blue dress flying into the air. He subconsciously wondered what would happen when this incredible girl encountered a weapon of mass destruction like a missile.

Would the missiles work with her miraculous powers? Could she even control such a human-made weapon of mass destruction? Or would the missiles actually hit her head-on? Would the Self-Defense Forces' attack finally have any effect?

In his heart, Ryoma Genichirō actually already regarded the girl in the blue skirt as a character comparable to the "Emperor". After all, in the eyes of the family heads, the "Emperor" is already the ceiling of the world of mixed-bloods... But what Ryoma Genichirō did not expect again was that he still underestimated the enemy's strength.

This time, the girl in the blue dress did not stretch out her hand or wave her finger. The red-gold light in her pupils began to surge, as if magma was boiling in her eyes. Even from a long distance, Ryoma Genichirō could feel the impact from the girl in the blue dress. It was not wind pressure or heat... but majesty!

This majesty is almost tangible, like a peak collapsing in front of you, slowly pressing down on your head.

Transparent ripples appeared in the air, and a layer of transparent barrier visible to the naked eye quickly spread out in all directions with the girl in the blue dress as the center. It was the domain of some kind of spiritual power. It looked extremely strange, like a layer of air curtain was opened up, and like a space was opened up.

The whistling missile hit the transparent area head-on, and the arc-shaped air film began to ripple. What was even more bizarre was that... the surface of the missile that came into contact with this arc-shaped air film also began to ripple.

The explosion did not happen. The air curtain gently and softly covered the metal surface of the missile. The solid metal flowed like water, slowly starting to crack and peel off from the body of the missile. The missile began to disintegrate from the outside to the inside, gradually falling apart.

The metal fragments began to slowly rotate around the girl in the blue dress. They were originally part of the missile, but after the intense magnetization phenomenon, they were tightly attached to each other and changed into a new shape, eventually forming a circle of semicircular metal sheets, suspended in the air, like the scythe of the god of death.

An F2 fighter plane circled over the head of the girl in the blue dress like a ghost. The pilot pulled the landing gear suddenly, and the hawk-shaped nose of the fighter plane turned downward after a 270-degree rotation from its original upward trajectory, and changed into a diving posture. The fighter plane was hidden in the clouds above the girl in the blue dress, and quickly approached the girl at a speed of more than 1,000 kilometers per hour. When it reached the best shooting distance, the missile was quietly released from its weapon rack.

The second missile was aimed at the back of the girl in the blue dress, which was a blind spot in her vision. Even though the missile would produce a sonic boom as it glided through the air, ordinary people did not have the speed and reaction nerves to deal with the sudden attack from above the back of her head.

But the girl remained motionless. When the second bullet touched the area around her body, it was also wrapped in a transparent air curtain. The metal shell of the missile began to disintegrate and split, even faster than the speed of the first missile.

Metal debris spread throughout the entire area, and the ionization and magnetization phenomena became more and more intense. The air was occasionally pierced by blue-purple arcs, and the originally silver-black metal scraps were burned red by the electric current.

The originally transparent field began to be dyed purple-red, and the scope of the field gradually expanded, five meters, ten meters, fifteen meters, twenty meters... Finally, the field formed a huge circle with a diameter of twenty meters, wrapping the girl in the center. After the second missile was decomposed, it also quickly took shape in the field. It turned into a long, slender handle.

When the arc-shaped thin sheet formed by the metal fragments of the first missile and the slender handle formed by the metal fragments of the second missile were spliced ​​together, the formed object was actually a weapon shaped like a sickle. The slender sickle handle fell into the hands of the girl in the blue skirt. This huge sickle formed in an instant seemed to be unusually compatible with its owner.

"Is this... alchemy?" Ryoma Genichirō's eyes nearly popped out as he muttered in astonishment, "She's actually a master alchemist... Such a young master alchemist... Who the hell is she?"

Forging an alchemical weapon in just a few seconds was something Ryoma Genichirō had never heard of.

If powerful hybrids are as rare as precious species in this world, then alchemy masters are truly rare. There is more than one alchemist in the Eight Clans of Sheqi, but no one who can be called an "alchemy master" has appeared in modern times. This is why ancient swords with alchemy technology are so precious in modern times... Because what is truly precious is not the material and history of the ancient sword, but the lost and unrepeatable ancient alchemy technology contained in the ancient sword.

Even within the secret party, the only people who could be given the title of "Master Alchemist" were the vice-president from the Flamel family and a young director of Kassel College... This girl in a blue skirt was obviously not that young director. Rumor had it that the director's family had only focused on the study of alchemy since ancient times, but did not have any strong military force of their own.

But the girl in the blue dress in front of him could no longer be described as strong or weak. Her strength simply scared Ryoma Genichirō. If the petite girl in the white dress before could still make Ryoma Genichirō feel the obvious gap between himself and her, then he could no longer feel the gap with this girl in the blue dress... This feeling was like a mortal trying to measure a god with human standards, and there was no way to compare it.

An F2 fighter plane circled behind the girl in the blue dress. The pilot of this fighter plane was one of the few mixed-race people in the Self-Defense Forces. He had realized that the inexplicable power in front of him and the girl in the blue dress were actually the power of the Word Spirit. He also understood that missiles would have no effect on her, so he pushed this supersonic fighter plane to full speed and drove this eagle-like fighter plane straight from behind the girl.

The pilot was determined to destroy the plane and die with the enemy!

However, just as the F2 fighter jet approached the girl in the blue dress, the girl suddenly turned around.

This time, she did not use the power of the hurricane to control the trajectory of the fighter, nor did she rely on the metal storm-like field around her to make the fighter's body disintegrate like the previous two missiles. Instead, the girl in the blue skirt lifted the field, dodged the nose of the rushing helicopter, and when the helicopter brushed past her, she suddenly turned around and swung the sickle in her hand towards the fighter's fuselage.

With extremely precise control, whether it was speed, timing, or angle, the huge sickle blade was swung lightly, and a purple-blue arc of light passed through the void along the edge of the blade. The sturdy F2 fighter became as brittle as paper under the edge of the sickle.

The sound of metal tearing was sharp and piercing. The fighter jet with a wingspan of nearly fourteen meters and a height of more than four meters was easily split in two at the waistline by the sickle of the girl in the blue skirt!

Then the girl in the blue dress casually smashed the tempered glass of the cockpit with her fingertips. She grabbed the pilot by the back of his collar and pulled him out of the cockpit of the F2 fighter.

The pilot struggled frantically in the girl's hands and screamed at the top of his lungs. Although he was about the same height as the girl in the blue dress, he was held in the air by the girl in the blue dress like a mole caught by a hunter.

"Stop making noise." The girl in the blue dress said coldly, "If you scream again, I'll throw you down."

The pilot's shouting really stopped abruptly, not because he was a coward or spineless, but because he was completely intimidated by the other party's momentum... The pilot was a half-blood, and in fact, he should have more backbone than ordinary people. But it was precisely because he was a half-blood that when the girl spoke, he could clearly feel a tremor from the depths of his soul, like an emperor's decree. It was the pressure from his bloodline, and the blood flow in his veins slowed down a bit.

The girl in the blue skirt brought the F2 fighter pilot to land next to Ryoma Genichirō. She threw the pilot at Ryoma Genichirō's feet, clasped her arms across her chest, and looked down at the head of the family who was already doubting his life. The huge sickle fell to the ground and quickly disintegrated, turning into scattered metal fragments again.

Two pieces of F2 fighter wreckage had fallen not far away, rolling down the mountain, with flames burning on the metal fragments.

Ryoma Genichirō looked down at the pilot at his feet. The pilot seemed to have fainted due to the tremendous wind pressure and mental shock. He looked up at the girl in the blue skirt... At this time, the girl in the blue skirt had changed her indifferent and condescending look during the battle and put on a pretty smile again, as if she could seamlessly switch between the two personalities of the arrogant queen and the kind and playful girl next door at any time.

Ryoma Genichirō picked up the intercom receiver from the rock behind him and connected to the Kisarazu base: "Retreat."

"But..." The voice of a major came from the other side of the intercom.

"My orders are to retreat," Ryoma Genichirō said in a serious tone. "Soldiers still stranded at the Kisarazu base, remain where they are. All soldiers on the Tamagawa River or on their way back to base, are not allowed to approach the Tamagawa River until new orders arrive."

After Ryoma Genichirō gave the order, the remaining three F2 fighter jets circling overhead flew towards the northern sky. The soldiers stationed around Hongjing jumped onto armored vehicles and left the Tama River area along the highway. Ryoma Genichirō knew that more troops might be on the way... but he no longer expected the arrival of support troops.

Ryoma Genichirō slowly put down the receiver, his expression showing fatigue and bitterness... When he first arrived at Hongjing, his ambition to kill the "god" and his determination to die seemed like a joke when he thought about it now.

"Why don't you kill me?" Ryoma Genichirō asked in a hoarse voice.

"Does a dragon need to care about the lives of ants?" The girl in the blue dress smiled and said the most contemptuous words in the calmest tone.

But the girl's words did not make her seem arrogant, because she had just proved with her strength that she was indeed the dragon with absolute power, and Ryoma Genichirō and his Self-Defense Forces were indeed ants that could be crushed to death with ease in front of the girl.

Although Ryoma Genichirō was filled with anger at the girl's attitude, he was more helpless, so he could only give a bitter smile.

"So, in your eyes, the eight Snake families are nothing more than a bunch of ants?" Ryoma Genichirō said sadly. "Genji Heavy Industries is a tower built by ants using quicksand, and us family heads are just slightly larger ants. Do you actually have the ability to easily destroy us?"

"You have a very clear understanding of yourself." The girl in the blue dress nodded.

"In the battle just now, not only did you not kill anyone, you even deliberately spared the lives of my soldiers," Ryoma Genichirō asked. "Is that an insult? Is insulting ants part of the dragon's pleasure?"

"You're wrong. I don't know about the others, but I don't have this quirk." The girl in the blue skirt slowly shook her head. "Senior Brother Mingfei specifically told me not to kill you. He said that the Eight Clans of Sheqi aren't enemies. I owe him a big favor, so I have to listen to him."

"Brother Mingfei? Lu Mingfei?" Ryoma Genichirō's heart suddenly surged with rage at the mention of this name. "Bullshit! If you really didn't consider us, the Eight Snake Clans, as enemies, why would Chu Zihang assassinate Mr. Masamune? You should know what Mr. Masamune means to the Eight Snake Clans. You killed our once supreme leader, and you're still pretending to be merciful to us. Do you think the heads of the Eight Snake Clans are all idiots?"

"Don't you think you're a bunch of idiots?" the girl in the blue dress said coldly, as if she had transformed into the almighty female monarch again. "First of all, the Chu Zihang you're talking about who killed your Mr. Zhengzong is my boyfriend. Secondly, my boyfriend doesn't do assassinations. Finally, just because Senior Brother Mingfei said that the Sheqi Eight Clans are not our enemies doesn't mean that everyone in your family is not our enemy."

"Do you think we've slandered Chu Zihang? Are you still trying to argue in the face of irrefutable evidence?" Ryoma Genichirō faced the girl's pressure and looked directly into her eyes. "Kaguya-sama investigated Chu Zihang's organization at the scene. It was right between Mr. Masamune's fingers. What qualifications do you have to deny his crimes?"

"Or I'd call you stupid." The girl in the blue dress sneered. "I know you don't understand Chu Zihang's strength, and I know you don't understand Chu Zihang's character. He's even more rigid than you Japanese. Let's not even talk about whether your Mr. Masamune has the strength to injure Chu Zihang. With Chu Zihang's serious character, since his arm was scratched by Mr. Masamune, why didn't he cut off the other's arm and take it away?"

"Because Chu Zihang was carrying a thermite incendiary bomb mixed with white phosphorus." Ryoma Genichirō said sternly, "He thought the incendiary bomb would help him erase all evidence of his crime!"

"I've told you, Chu Zihang has a very rigorous personality. Do you understand what rigorous means?" The girl in the blue skirt frowned slightly.

Chapter 522 Drive away

"What I mean by being rigorous is that it is impossible for Chu Zihang to leave evidence of his murder at the scene and pin his hopes on the probability event that the white phosphorus incendiary bomb will burn his flesh and blood." The girl in the blue skirt said patiently to Ryoma Genichirō in a tone like teaching a child.

"Not to mention an ace specialist like Chu Zihang, even a rookie who just joined the academy's executive department wouldn't do that," the girl in the blue dress said firmly, "unless he doesn't want to receive credits from the notoriously strict Professor Schneider."

"This is just your Kassel Academy's one-sided statement." Ryoma Genichirō said stubbornly, "What I mean is, of course you guys speak for your own people. The key is, do you have evidence? Do you have evidence to prove Chu Zihang's innocence? Does Chu Zihang have an alibi for the night Mr. Masamune had the accident?"

"You wouldn't believe our alibi as his witness, would you?" The girl in the blue dress sneered. "In your eyes, we're in cahoots with Chu Zihang. Everything we said on his behalf was just to shield him and defend him. You Japanese are all very stubborn. Your stance is more important than anything else."

"We believe in the evidence, too," Ryoma Genichirō replied stubbornly. "The irrefutable evidence of Chu Zihang's flesh and blood is right before our eyes. Are we supposed to ignore such obvious evidence and believe your one-sided story?"

"You said it yourself. This evidence is so obvious. Would you leave such obvious evidence behind after assassinating an important figure? Doesn't this clearly show someone framing our Kassel Academy?" The girl in the blue dress felt like she was talking to a stubborn stone. "You believe everything you're shown. You Japanese are really good at deceiving yourselves. No wonder the Eight Snake Clans have been led around by a cowardly old man for so many years, and your country has always been following behind those Americans."

"We, the Sheqi Eight Clan, are being led by the nose?" Ryoma Genichirō frowned deeply and struggled to get up. "Who are you referring to? Explain yourself clearly."

"Stupid, you can't guess it even after I've reminded you so much! It's your dead one..." The girl in the blue skirt was interrupted by a sudden groan.

In front of her, Ryoma Genichirō's body fell straight to the ground, revealing the petite figure in a white dress behind him. The girl in the white dress casually threw a stone on the ground, and the stone was stained with blood from the back of Ryoma Genichirō's head.

"Sister, why did you knock him out?" The girl in the blue skirt pouted and complained, "I was just about to get to the crucial point in our conversation. He's about to find out what kind of person Mr. Masamune, whom they've always admired, is!"

"You've wasted too much time. There's nothing to say to people like them, and they won't believe you even if you tell them." The girl in the white dress shook her head. "They only believe what they see, or what they want to see. Even if you tell them who Tachibana Masamune is and what Herzog's plans are, they'll still only believe Mr. Masamune of the Snake Eight Clan and think you're slandering the clan leader."

The girl in the blue skirt looked at Ryoma Genichirō lying on the ground, feeling a little annoyed... She was not annoyed that she was not believed, but she did not understand how there could be people in this world who were more rigid than Chu Zihang. Even an entire family, or even an entire country, were made up of such stone-like fools. The girl in the blue skirt could not help but complain in her heart that if it were not for Senior Brother Ming Fei's insistence, this guy's family would really be hopeless!

"Stop playing dead." The girl in the blue dress kicked the pilot she had pulled off the F2 fighter with her toes. "You're awake, right? You can't hide it from me. I saw it just now. Your eyelids moved, and then you glanced at me out of the corner of your eyes."

The fighter pilot stood up awkwardly. He didn't dare look directly at the girl in the blue dress. The other party's brute strength had left an indelible impression in his heart.

In fact, this pilot was not originally a member of the Japanese Self-Defense Forces. He was selected into the Self-Defense Forces together with Ryoma Genichirō. In fact, he was a member of the Snake Eight Clan, so he knew what Kassel Academy was like, and who the "Mr. Masamune" mentioned by the two girls and Ryoma Genichirō, as well as "Chu Zihang" and "Lu Mingfei" were. He also heard that the previous leader of the family was assassinated in Genji Heavy Industries a few days ago, but his qualifications were far from enough to know the inside story of the incident.

"Take your colonel and leave. Either go back to the Sheqi Eight Clan or to the nearby Kisarazu Base. His injuries require treatment." The girl in the white dress looked at the pilot. "We're doing everything we can. Believe it or not, everything we're doing is to help you, the Sheqi Eight Clan. Lu Mingfei said we'll do our best to keep you alive. If you continue to stay here and stall for time, I'll have no choice but to go against Lu Mingfei's instructions and keep you here forever."

The pilot stared blankly at the girl's indifferent eyes. There was an unquestionable look in her light golden pupils, and her tone was equally unquestionable. After a moment of daze, the pilot carried the unconscious Ryoma Genichirō on his back and drove the Hummer driven by Ryoma Genichirō, which was parked on the side of the road, away from the Tama River area.