I'm having fun in Tokyo

"Hmm? So you're going to fight me? Do you think you can beat me?" Morikawa Yu lightly flicked Tsurumaru, and the blade instantly gathered a gust of wind, blowing towards Brest.

A knife mark instantly appeared on Brest's face, cutting from the bridge of his nose to his ear, blood oozing out and flowing down his cheek, dripping onto his suit collar and staining the white collar red.

At the same time, Morikawa Yu unleashed his sword aura and oppressive power, directly attacking Brest.

Brest's legs trembled.

He gritted his teeth, widened his eyes, his calves trembled, and his azure pupils instantly turned golden.

Those were the golden eyes of a mixed-race person.

Only hybrids with high bloodlines can ignite their golden eyes to exert pressure on others or resist pressure from others.

But he quickly realized the gap between himself and Morikawa Yu.

Faced with Morikawa Yu's formidable swordsmanship and the overwhelming pressure of a near-top-tier high-ranking demon, he couldn't help but feel an urge to throw away his weapon and turn to run away.

Finally, he bit his lip, made up his mind, and with the belief that he was going to die, slid forward and swung his military knife at Morikawa Yu.

"too slow!"

Morikawa Yu shook his head, swung Tsurumaru, and knocked Brest's military knife away, the back of the blade striking Brest's right leg.

Brest's saber flew out of his hand, his right leg gave way, and he stumbled and fell to his knees in front of him.

He held the knife to Brest's neck, looked at Brest, and frowned slightly.

"You actually dared to swing your knife at me. I thought you would just run away."

Brest gritted his teeth: "Please don't compare me to someone like Christopher."

"I won't run away. Do whatever you want with me."

Morikawa Yu frowned.

He looked at Brest's face and the top of his head.

Above Brest's head, he saw the words faintly written—"Courage".

"interesting."

Surprisingly, some people here can actually make up their minds.

He patted Brest's face with the back of the knife, then reversed the blade and made another cut next to the wind-induced slash on Brest's face.

Although it was only a temporary decision, it seemed to have the potential to become a permanent one, which piqued his interest slightly.

"Brest, is it? Explain your plans and objectives clearly to me."

Brest paused for a moment, touched the knife wound on his face, looked at the blood on his fingers, and looked up at Morikawa Yu.

"You want our plan?"

Morikawa Yu kicked Christopher's corpse aside and looked at him coldly: "What else?"

“I just got back and saw you and the men this guy hired capturing my companion.”

"Then you launched missiles at me, threatening me, and trying to steal my Dragon King's Egg on your own."

"Now that I have defeated you, am I not allowed to ask about your plans?"

Brest hesitated for a moment.

Reason told him he shouldn't tell Morikawa Yu about the plan, but since the plan had already failed, there seemed to be no need to hide it anymore.

"Alright, I'll tell you."

"But please let me think about how to tell you."

"Think quickly," Morikawa Yu said calmly.

He heard Chizuru's cry from outside and turned to look at the breach he had just entered through.

Chizuru's enormous figure appeared outside the breach.

She transformed into human form, jumped through the breach, and ran to his side: "Master, I've taken care of all those helicopters."

"Okay." Morikawa Yu nodded and patted her hair.

Brest stared at Morikawa Yu's movements.

Seeing Morikawa Yu speak to the empty space beside him and make a gesture as if touching his head, he was taken aback: "You...who are you talking to?"

Morikawa Yu glanced at him: "Who I talk to is none of your business."

Have you thought about what to say?

Brest: "Not yet."

Morikawa Yu's eyes turned cold: "Are you willing to talk or not?"

"If you're thinking of stalling for time to wait for someone to rescue you, then let me remind you, all those helicopters you had outside are gone."

"And I will not show mercy to you, my enemy."

"Even if you helped me just now, I can't let you leave. Tell me what I want to know, and I'll give you a quick answer."

Brest: "I understand, I am well aware of my current situation."

He paused.

"First of all, we have already introduced ourselves to you."

He looked at Christopher's body: "His name was Christopher Morgan, the second in line to the Morgan family, who held some power in the Morgan family and was also the representative of the Morgan family."

"I am the representative of the Rockefeller family and the first heir of the Rockefeller family."

"Two days ago, our North American mixed-race family received news that there had been major changes at Kassel College."

"We were very curious about what had happened at your academy, so we gathered information through our family's intelligence channels and eventually learned that you had stolen the Dragon King's Egg and the academy's mainframe."

"Furthermore, you defeated your academy's principal, Hilbert Jean Angers, executed three awakened immortals, and took your companions with you, leaving the academy separately."

"Furthermore, based on intelligence analysis, your companion named Old Tang should be one of the dragon monarchs, Norton, the King of Bronze and Fire."

"But he seems to have lost his memory and doesn't know how to use his power."

Morikawa Yu sneered: "You know quite a lot."

He pressed the blade down again.

Brest took a deep breath: "We obtained a lot of information from your academy, but only my teacher, a very small number of people, and I know about it."

"Most people only know that you took away the Dragon King's Egg and the academy's mainframe Norma from your academy."

"Moreover, they believe that you must have paid a heavy price to break out of the academy, and may have been injured, so they set their sights on you, planning to obtain the Dragon King's Egg and the academy's mainframe Norma from you."

"And then, you know what happens next."

"Christopher and I were chosen by the elders of the family to be the family representatives and executors of the plan, leading the family's mixed-race elites to carry out this plan."

"You may think these elites are trash, but they all have at least a B-grade bloodline and, after a long period of tactical training, can easily defeat the current Ranger or Delta Force."

Brest gave a wry smile: "Professor Henkel has always reminded me and the elders in my family that S-class individuals possess power surpassing that of hybrids below S-class."

"I finally understand this sentence completely today."

"Although they are all elites capable of taking on ten opponents at once, under your pressure, they probably wouldn't even dare to draw their swords."

"In addition, we also placed a commission on the hunter website, providing equipment to the teams that accepted the commission, so that they could search for you and your companions."

"The person in charge of this area is Clarence, the mixed-race person you dealt with first."

“In addition to these people, our family also handed over command of the Chicago base to me and Christopher, allowing us to deploy the troops and weapons there.”

“I mobilized the Viper Apache squadron from the Chicago base, and Christopher called in the missile launch battalion from the base.”

“If you are not in Chicago, we will travel to your city and call upon a nearby military base.”

"We control most of the military bases in North America."

"However, all of these are utterly insignificant in your presence."

After Brest finished speaking, he lowered his head.

Morikawa Yu nodded indifferently: "Anything else to add?"

Brest shook his head.

Morikawa Yu: "Well then, that's settled."

He lightly slashed Tsurumaru Kuninaga toward Brest's throat.

Suddenly, Brest's phone rang.

Morikawa Yu frowned, paused, and the blade was pressed against Brest's throat.

Even so, his blade still managed to slit Brest's neck, and blood flowed down his collarbone.

Brest stared blankly at Morikawa Yu.

Morikawa Yu sheathed his sword and said calmly, "Answer the phone."

He used the wind to wash the blood off Tsurumaru Kuninaga's sword, all the while looking up at Brest's head.

Just as he swung his sword, the temporary resolve "bravery" above Brest's head lit up, so he slowed down his movements.

This temporary decision has now faded into obscurity.

He thought about it and figured out the reason.

Brest hesitated for a moment before opening the call.

Hearing the voice, he looked up at Morikawa Yu: "Mr. Morikawa, the phone is being called by my teacher, Mr. Han Gao. He wants to speak to you..."

Morikawa Yu frowned: "Turn on the speakerphone."

Brest immediately turned on speakerphone, and an old man's voice came through the phone: "Mr. Morikawa, hello, my name is Han Gao."

"My children are being naughty and causing you trouble."

Morikawa Yu frowned.

Henkel...

He vaguely remembered the name, but it didn't leave a deep impression.

Brest just mentioned that name too.

Morikawa Yu took out her phone and tapped the screen.

EVA appeared on the screen, frowning.

At her feet appeared tiny words: "Perverted cat-ear fetishist owner, he is the leader of North American hybrids, an S-class hybrid, Henkel."

"He rose to fame in the early 20th century, secretly leading various mixed-race families in North America and exerting influence throughout the Americas."

“Albert Jean Angers had fought him many times, and was injured in the back by his ‘Word of Power: Judgment’, which left him with psychological trauma.”

"If you fight him, be careful of his Word of Judgment."

"This word has tracking and hit effects."

Tracking and hit effects?

Morikawa Yu frowned.

He remembered the Heavenly Hunting Bow that Yoshiko had once given him and asked him to deliver to the shrine.

The Heavenly Hunting Bow possesses the power of "guaranteed hit," but it was still blocked by the wind wall he released.

Then he should be able to stop this Word of Power.

Morikawa Yu put down her phone and said to the phone in Brest's hand, "The child is ignorant?"

He glanced at Christopher's body and Brest.

"They are not children."

"They are both graduates of world-renowned universities, one from Harvard Business School and the other a top graduate from West Point, and they are also representatives of their respective families."

"What kind of children are they?"

Henkel sighed on the phone: "That's true, but to old guys like you and me, they really are still wet behind the ears, aren't they?"

Morikawa Yu frowned instantly.

What does it mean to say that "to us old folks, they are still just greenhorns"?