We agreed to be in a band for life, what the heck is Dragon Raja?

Nan Yun Yu Yue spoke up just in time.

Xiangzi stopped and turned his head to look at his profile.

Nan Yun Yuyue released her arm and said:

"It's been almost twenty minutes since class started, and I won't be able to keep up with the pace when I get back. The teacher might even be a little unhappy."

"Why don't you take me to the administration office to pick up the transfer student's textbooks, and then we can go back when the next class starts?"

Shoko Toyokawa pondered for a few seconds, then finally nodded: "That makes sense."

Then she put Nan Yunyuyue back on her lap and walked towards the teaching office on the other side of the teaching building.

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At this moment, in the classroom of Class C, Grade 9.

For the first time ever, Wakaba Mutsumi, who was sitting in her seat, didn't listen to the lecture.

She looked at the empty seat of Nanon Ugetsu, and then at Toyokawa Shoko, who had also disappeared, and a big question mark rose in her mind.

?

Chapter 13 The Second Generation Son-in-Law of the Toyokawa Family

While Nangumo Ugetsu was still being supported by Toyokawa Shoko,

at the same time,

Tokyo, on the outskirts, on the edge of an industrial area.

Toyokawa Kiyoko, the second son-in-law of the Toyokawa family and father of Toyokawa Shoko, is standing in front of the gate of a factory.

Today he was wearing a well-tailored dark suit with the Toyokawa Group logo pinned to his chest, looking like an ordinary corporate manager.

After slightly adjusting his bow tie, he slung his briefcase over his shoulder and walked calmly toward the factory gate.

The factory's iron gate was half-open, and the roar of machinery could be heard from inside, along with an unknown, mixed odor in the air.

As Toyokawa Kiyotaka approached, the security guard at the entrance immediately stopped him.

"stop."

The security guard spoke in an unfriendly tone, his eyes scanning Toyokawa Kiyoshi warily, from his suit down to his briefcase, and finally landing on his face.

"What do you do?"

Toyokawa Kiyoshi smiled slightly, reached into his suit pocket, took out a business card, twirled it lightly between his fingers, and then handed it over.

"I am the project manager of Fengchuan Group. I have an appointment with the person in charge of your factory today to attend a sales meeting."

The security guard took the business card, glanced at it, and frowned even more deeply.

"The person in charge is not at the factory at all today."

His eyes were fixed on Toyokawa Kiyoshi, and his hand had already quietly reached towards his waist.

"Who exactly sent you?"

The atmosphere tensed up instantly.

Kiyoshi Toyokawa sighed.

"Why bother..."

Before he finished speaking——

puff!

A thin, almost imperceptible red line quietly appeared and swept across the security guard's neck.

The security guard's pupils contracted sharply; he froze on the spot before he could even touch his gun.

Next second,

Click!

His neck slowly split open at an eerie angle, and a line of blood bloomed from his throat like a blossoming red petal.

The head slid silently onto the concrete floor, rolled twice, and came to rest at Toyokawa Kiyoshi's feet.

Then, the body collapsed to the ground with a thud, and blood gushed out from the cut, spreading into a pool of crimson on the ground.

Toyokawa Kiyoshi gently waved the business card in his hand, a trace of undried blood still clinging to the edge.

He muttered to himself, "What a hassle."

Then he lifted his foot, stepped over the corpse, and strode into the factory gate.

Tapping.

The factory seemed completely unaware of this.

Toyokawa Kiyotaka walked to the entrance of the 'production workshop', picked up his briefcase, and then threw it with force, accurately tossing it into the factory.

The next second, a deafening explosion erupted!

A violent shockwave swept through the entire factory area, shattering glass windows instantly, and countless sharp shards rained down like a storm.

Terrified screams, painful wails, the metal supports collapsing under the intense heat and crashing to the ground with a dull thud... all blended together at this moment.

The flames engulfed the workshop, illuminating the panicked figures.

Kiyoshi Toyokawa stood quietly at the door, his gaze piercing through the smoke and flames, looking at the hellish scene before him.

He only stepped inside after the noise inside had subsided somewhat.

The moment you step inside, a strong, fishy stench hits you.

Inside the factory, there were huge metal workbenches, piled haphazardly with mangled pieces of corpses.

Human tissue was still scattered on the ground, and dark red bloodstains meandered down the drainage ditch.

Some were people, some were animals, and some were clearly... not human.

As Toyokawa Kiyoshi looked at the bizarre remains, a hint of coldness finally crept into his eyes.

The Demon Clan... these guys are getting more and more rampant.

How dare they pull something like this in Tokyo, right under the noses of the Snake Clan? What are they planning?

Toyokawa Kiyoshi gathered his thoughts and continued walking forward.

His footsteps were exceptionally clear in the deathly silent factory, and the members of the Fierce Ghost Clan who were lying on the ground groaning and not yet dead began to instinctively shrink back.

"Don't, don't kill me..."

A man lay on the ground, his abdomen mangled and bloody from the explosion. He struggled to move backward, trying to get away from Toyokawa Kiyoshi.

But Toyokawa Kiyotaka simply raised the business card in his hand and flicked it with his fingertip.

A thin, cold glint flashed through the air, precisely grazing the man's throat.

"Pfft."

As the blood began to flow, his head fell silently to the side, completely lifeless.

Toyokawa Kiyoshi did not stop and continued forward. With each step he took, a business card flew out of his hand, each one slicing a throat with perfect precision.

The groans of the fallen gradually subsided, while the stench of blood grew stronger in the air.

Eventually, the entire factory became deathly silent.

Kiyoshi Toyokawa walked through the factory filled with corpses and finally arrived at a small door at the back, near the warehouse.

An old badge was embedded in the doorknob, with an intricate inscription in the center.

He raised his hand and gently ran the business card across his palm, cutting a small wound and letting dark red blood slowly seep out.

He then smeared the blood from his fingertips evenly onto the doorknob.

Blood seeped in along the veins, and in an instant, the door seemed to be activated, emitting a barely audible "click" before slowly opening.

Kiyotaka Toyokawa pushed open the door and entered, the scene inside the room coming into view:

A large desk, neatly arranged filing cabinets, a vintage rug, and even a half-burnt fireplace in the corner.

At first glance, this place looks like an ordinary office, even more sophisticated than a typical factory manager's office.

But Toyokawa Kiyotaka was not fooled by the arrangement at all. He went straight to the desk and reached out to pull open the bottom drawer.

"Click."

The drawer wasn't locked; it opened easily with a gentle pull.

Inside lay a black box, with a very subtle family crest engraved on the lid.

Toyokawa Kiyoshi's gaze darkened, and he reached out to take it out, casually opening it.

Inside the box was an antique-looking key, next to which was a scroll bound with a red silk cord.

He stared at the two items for two seconds, then quickly closed the lid, tucked them under his arm, turned and stepped out of the study, ready to leave.

But after taking only a few steps, Toyokawa Kiyoshi stopped.

Not far ahead, a figure appeared on the path he had come from.

He was a slender man with an almost eerie, bewitching face, exquisite features, and a faint smile on his lips, like a peerless actor quietly taking his final bow in the dim light.

Toyokawa Kiyoshi met his gaze, his eyes as cold as ice:

"The extremely evil demon that the king has been cultivating recently?"

He said in a low voice, his tone revealing undisguised disgust.

"Perhaps I should call you by your code name—'Dragon King'?"

"You're really bold to appear in front of me alone."

Chapter 14 Don't you even look at your current surname?

Standing at the factory gate, the man known as the "Dragon King" actually doesn't look like the title at all.

His features were so exquisite they were almost otherworldly; his eyes and brows exuded charm, and a lazy smile played at the corners of his mouth.

This smile doesn't feel greasy or nauseating; instead, it possesses an indescribable, hazy beauty, like a lamp's flame on a misty night.

However, Toyokawa Kiyoko dared not let his guard down for a moment, and his nerves were already on edge.

"Who would have thought that a former top student from Kassel College would marry into a collateral branch of the Snake Clan?"

The Dragon King spoke slowly,

He crossed his arms, tilted his head slightly to look at Toyokawa Kiyoshi, and his smile deepened.

"And since you know about the Ghost Clan's secret movements, someone must have told you."

"I know who it is without even having to guess."

"But it's quite surprising that you're willing to do menial work for the Snake-Headed Eight Families."

Toyokawa Kiyoshi scoffed, "What's it to you?"

“You demons are like rats in the street, everyone wants to kill you.”

"Even if I stay at Kassel College, I might take care of you bunch of stray dogs while on a mission someday."

The Dragon King chuckled softly, remaining motionless in place, his smile undiminished, even gaining a touch more allure.

"You do not understand."

He spoke slowly, his voice carrying a strange, seductive quality.

He seemed unwilling to discuss the topic further, and then changed the subject:

"The things in this factory are just fragments; even we can't decipher any secrets from them."

"What answers do you Snake Clan think you can find in this? How laughable!"

He sighed softly, then continued:

“We’ve tried many times, but so far we haven’t made any breakthroughs, so we’ve been reducing the importance of these things again and again.”

"To this day, this thing remains here."