Starting from the Dragon Clan, it's a 50-50 split

On the plane, Mo Qiuran and Finkel were feasting.

The flight attendant came forward and replaced their finished steaks in a gentle voice, and then brought them a fruit salad at their request. She did this no less than ten times. Although the flight attendant's service attitude remained the same, she could not help but receive surprised glances from the passengers around her, perhaps wondering whether they were on a plane or participating in a big eating competition?

The service of Norma, the secretary of Kassel College, was as attentive as ever. All the transportation along the way was arranged to be first-class if possible, and all the meals were of the best quality, such as the top-notch buffet service on the transoceanic plane... In fact, this service has been ordered by only a handful of people since its launch, and almost all of them paid for it out of a desire to try something new. But now this plan has finally brought about a huge loss, because two unreasonable tough guys came this time.

"Wow, junior, you really can eat!" Finkel said as he took a piece of salad and put it in his mouth while chewing.

"It's okay. Wouldn't it be a loss if I bought it and didn't eat it?" Mo Qiuran rubbed his stomach. After eating so much, his stomach was basically flat. He was full a long time ago, but he could still eat.

This is because he is now in the state of using [Permanent Projection·Quicksilver]. In this state, he can quickly break down the food he eats and convert it into energy and store it in the body. The utilization rate of food is almost as high as more than 90%!

You should know that the normal food utilization rate of most people is only around 20 to 30 percent, so there is basically no digestive residue in Mo Qiuran's body!

In simple terms, it means eating more and pooping less.

"So this is what you think, junior?" Finkel was speechless.

"Oh? Do you have any other reasons, senior?" Mo Qiuran wondered.

"Of course, it's so that I can enjoy delicious food before I die!" Finkel lowered his voice and whispered, "I have lived for so long and have never enjoyed myself. This time I am facing such danger, and I am the senior. As a senior, how can I watch you juniors take risks? Don't you think so? So if there is any danger, I, as the senior, will definitely go first. In this case, won't the risk of me dying be very high? If I die before I can enjoy everything, won't I be at a great loss?"

"Senior, what you said really makes sense!" Mo Qiuran also lowered his voice and put on an expression that said "I'm so proud of you." "If that's the case, as your junior, I can't shirk my responsibility!"

Finkel was secretly delighted when he heard this.

Then the next second he heard Mo Qiuran's next words: "I will definitely bring your ashes back and bury them in your hometown! Senior, if you have any last wishes, you can tell me in advance, and I will try my best to help you fulfill them. And senior, can you also tell me your bank card number? After all, it doesn't matter if the person is gone, but if the money is gone, it will be a bargain for those vampires in the bank..."

Fingel: "..."

Although it felt a bit strange at first, I was still very moved. Fingel even felt a little guilty for designing for such a pure junior... It was his long-lost conscience that rarely came out, but... What do you mean it doesn't matter if a person is gone? You still want the bank card password, this is what you want to say after laying out such a long paragraph!

Finkel buried his head in the salad. He seemed to finally realize that his thoughts had been seen through and Mo Qiuran took the opportunity to tease him. The problem this time was that he made a huge mistake and could not fight back... Naturally, he could only vent his anger on the food.

Mo Qiuran did not press on to attack him, after all, he was his senior and not his enemy. Some jokes could be made occasionally, but if they were mentioned specifically, it would easily offend people... He also started eating the salad, and at the same time, his hidden left hand made a move at a phantom-like speed.

Don't get me wrong, this is not Mo Qiuran practicing professional skills in order to become some kind of legal special profession in Japan. All of this is just to familiarize himself with the ability of his new permanent projection to the greatest extent. Mo Qiuran has learned about Quicksilver's strength on the Internet during this period. There are various versions, some are ridiculously strong and some are ridiculously weak, but no matter which version it is, it is much more powerful than what he has now!

Japan is obviously not a good place. How can we not improve our strength and take protective measures? Mo Qiuran is not going to return empty-handed this time!

You can't take the initiative to cause trouble... If someone attacks and you tear down some flowers, plants, buildings, etc. purely in self-protection, you can't blame yourself, right?

For example...a certain Yasukuni Shrine toilet or something?

Chapter 138: The trio arrives, and there’s no way to avoid the pat on the shoulder! ()

Keiko Iruma, wearing a uniform and with a gentle smile on her face, is doing her daily job - answering passengers' questions as a guide.

Although her name was only one character different from the captain of the Victory Team in the special effects drama, Iruma Keiko didn't think it was a pity. After all, having the same name and surname didn't mean she could become the heroic captain of the Victory Team... Besides, the captain of the Victory Team was an extremely dangerous position. It seemed that they were always the targets of abduction by various aliens, right? Besides, if the captain's subordinates crashed every day, I'd be annoyed when writing reports, right?

As a guide in the lobby of Haneda International Airport, you don't need to worry about so many things. Although you may encounter some difficult passengers occasionally, you just need to keep a calm mind and speak softly for a while and the problem will be solved. Security checks and protection in important places like airports are quite strict. When working here, you don't need to worry about encountering gangsters coming to your door to collect protection fees...

Just as she was thinking about this, the gentle smile on Keiko's face froze because she saw a group of men in uniform black suits walking in, with expressionless faces but an extremely fierce look The imposing manner, the ferocious tattoo on the hand is particularly conspicuous.

"Dark, dark, dark...the underworld?" Keiko Iruma's mind went blank.

What's going on? Is the underworld so rampant now? Are they preparing to use the airport as a breakthrough point to declare war on the Metropolitan Police Department? So now all they have to do is control the airport to collect protection fees and expand their business scope?

The passengers instantly scattered like birds and beasts, leaving far away and watching this side. The security guards in security uniforms did not dare to perform their duties and step forward to stop them. Not to mention that the number of people and individual strength of the two sides was completely like an egg against a rock. They recognized the hideous tattoos exposed by the men in black. In Japan, the underworld is not only legal but also has a clear rule, that is, tattoos cannot be done casually. There are extremely strict requirements for tattoos. If tattoos are done randomly and discovered by others, there will be extremely serious consequences. Maybe one day you will become a concrete pillar under Tokyo Bay!

As for the underworld, the Japanese have some superficial understanding, especially the representative tattoos of the biggest ones... For example, these men in black, the tattoo they show is the family crest of the Inuyama family of the Snake Eight Families!

These people are all from the Inuyama family!

It is understandable why these security guards dare not step forward. Although Japanese law clearly stipulates that gangsters cannot break the law, if gangsters do not break the law, can they still be called gangsters! If they really get angry and kill someone and then push a scapegoat to take the blame, even the Metropolitan Police Department will not investigate further, after all, it is enough to get face! But if you die, you are really dead!

There's absolutely no need to risk your life for something like this!

However, under the watchful eyes of the crowd, these men in black did not pull out their guns and yell at them to squat down and cover their heads with their hands. Instead, they stood on both sides like a welcoming team, forming a slightly spaced but neat passage in an orderly manner. Their faces were serious, and those who were still able to think could not help but start to wonder what this group of bad guys, whose faces were just short of having "I'm not a good person, I'm a gangster" written on their faces, were doing... Could it be just to set up this welcoming team?

and then?

Who are they welcoming? What kind of person deserves such a grand welcome? A gangster boss?

So an image of a man with a fat face, a burly figure, a big belly, and so many tattoos that his entire face appeared in their minds instantly... Because in Japan, the more tattoos a person has, the higher his status is, and every tattoo has a history, so their speculation is not groundless.

Reality did not intend to let them wait too long, because slapping people in the face was reality's favorite thing to do. So under the spotlight, in the quiet airport where you could hear a pin drop, two footsteps were heard. Leading the way was a tall man in a black windbreaker, as handsome as a star from a movie. Behind him followed a beautiful girl wearing glasses, who looked to have a good figure, quiet and elegant. The girl was holding a brand new blue folder, and should be her secretary.

Everyone was shocked and quickly looked around to see where the camera was. At this moment, they thought that this scene must be a movie. How could there be such a handsome gangster! And such a beautiful secretary! It was fake, absolutely fake!

Yuan Zhisheng frowned when he saw the men in black lined up on both sides. "Who arranged this?"

"It should be arranged by Crow and Yasha. I heard them say that." Sakura sold out her teammates without hesitation. Actually speaking, it couldn't be considered as such, after all, the one who asked this question was her beloved young master Gen Chisheng. This could only be considered as fulfilling her duty, after all, she had never stood on the side of those two people.

"Didn't I tell them to keep a low profile?" Yuan Zhisheng frowned even more when he heard this.

"...Young Master, maybe this is their arrangement after they keep a low profile." Ying said after a moment of silence.

"..." Gen Chisheng was speechless and did not comment on this. Although Crow and Yasha were his followers, they did not have any real jobs. It was impossible for their words to be completely accepted by the Inuyama family. What's more, this time they came to pick up the S-class from the headquarters, so a certain number of manpower must be required to ensure safety... That's right, in Gen Chisheng's eyes, the specialist group was just a cover, and the only ones who were really worthy of attention were the S-class.

However, he was a little tired as he had not had enough rest for a long time. Although he had taken a short nap in the car, it was impossible to completely recover. So now he was forcing himself to be awake and inevitably a little irritable. He was too lazy to look at the large colorful LED display screen above his head and walked directly towards the guide.

So, Iruma Keiko just stared blankly at the man who met the standard of "male god" in the aesthetics of most women. He walked up to her and said softly, "Hello... Miss Keiko, please help me check... what is the flight number of the headquarters specialist?"

As he spoke, Gen Chisei looked at Sakura and asked.

"Young Master, I'll do it." Ying said.

"Okay then, let's ask them how long it will take for their plane to arrive. I'm going to the bathroom." Yuan Zhisheng waved his hand and said, after all, even "Amaterasu" cannot escape the cycle of reincarnation.

"Okay young master." Ying replied.

Seeing Minamoto Chisei leave, Iruma Keiko suddenly felt a sense of loss. Although she knew it was absolutely impossible for such a handsome guy to be with her, she was so happy that she couldn't sleep just by being able to say a word to him! In this case, Iruma Keiko had completely forgotten that Minamoto Chisei was obviously a big shot in the underworld. The saying that appearance is justice is still widely applicable.

A thin, white, long hand waved in front of Iruma Keiko, bringing her back to her senses. Sakura said calmly, "Don't think about it, just do your work."

If this was an anime, there should have been an exaggerated expression where Keiko Naruma was stunned and her face instantly turned red and then steam came out of it, but unfortunately it didn't happen. Of course, the fact that her face was red still existed. Keiko Naruma asked Sakura in a low voice what she wanted to do, secretly looking at her face, and then she sighed inwardly and thought that if that male god-like boss wanted to find someone, he would have to find someone with this kind of appearance, right?

Sakura didn't care about the thoughts of this ordinary girl in front of her, who was ordinary except for her name, and told Keiko Iruma the flight number that Mo Qiuran and the others were taking.

"The plane just landed five minutes ago. If you don't have any checked luggage, you should be on your way out by now..." answered Keiko Iruma. Just as she said, some people started to walk out, but soon their voices began to fade away as they noticed the scene in front of the exit.

A bunch of onlookers who were far away were looking around but didn't dare to speak. They looked for a long time but couldn't see the person in charge of filming. So they were more and more sure that this group of people must be real gangsters... The man before must be an outlier! With such a good appearance, among so many gangsters, it would be normal for one of them to be a normal person, right?

Yuan Zhisheng walked out from the direction of the toilet, still wearing a windbreaker and looking very chic. He came to Ying's side, looked at the hall which was getting more and more crowded but strangely quiet, frowned and asked, "Are we there yet?"

"The commissioners' plane has landed, they just haven't come out yet," Sakura replied.

"Well, let's wait a moment." Yuan Zhisheng frowned and nodded.

A man in black came forward, and Ying went up to communicate with him. After a moment, she reported to Minamoto Chisei, "The Inuyama family has prepared a welcome sign. Do you want to use it, young master?"

"Welcome sign?" Yuan Zhisheng raised his eyebrows. "As expected of the Inuyama family, they are in charge of the entertainment industry. They should remember to prepare a welcome sign."

"In fact, this time the S-class is unprecedented. The last S-class was the leader of the secret party. Master Inuyama should be very cautious about this," Ying replied. "We only gave an address to the headquarters team that came not long ago and asked them to come to us. It is even more impossible for you, young master, to come."

As a qualified secretary, she saw through Yuan Zhisheng's inner restlessness and explained the reasons to him.

"What kind of treatment should the department's specialists usually receive?" Yuan Zhisheng asked with a raised eyebrow. As the director of the executive bureau, he had a lot of things to do and had no time to take care of things like receptions, so he had no idea about this.

"...Master, if you want to know every detail, I am not very clear about it. If necessary, I will immediately compile a copy of the relevant information," Ying replied, "If you just talk about it in general terms... it should be very bad. Everyone in the main family thinks that the specialists from the headquarters are children, and they like to use various methods that do not cross the line and will not be reported to the police to bully them."

"...Okay, no need to be specific." Gen Chisheng waved his hand. Sakura's words were very tactful, but Gen Chisheng was very clear about the situation of the people in the main family. After all, his followers Crow and Yasha were the best among them. They could understand the overall situation from a young age. Just when Sakura said this, a bunch of corresponding methods emerged in his mind... To be honest, this condition was too lenient for the people in the main family. Gen Chisheng could even imagine how each of the headquarters' specialists would feel and think after being tricked...

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but shook his head: "I don't care what happened before, but don't mess around this time. If an S-rank with rich combat record is angered, our family can't take the responsibility. Tell Crow and Yasha, and then let them spread the word."

"Yes." Sakura nodded and bowed.

At this moment, the quiet hall became lively again, with the sound of suitcase wheels rolling, the sound of talking, the sound of walking... and as people looked at the scene in the hall, the noise gradually died down, leaving only the sounds made by three people.

“Make way, make way, make way… Senior, it’s time for you to take action!”

"Although that's the case, I always feel like what you said sounds weird..."

"Let me put it another way. Senior, you just consumed so much high-calorie food that your body is laughing at you. If you don't use up all that calories quickly, they will accumulate in your body and turn into fat, making your already shrunken abdominal muscles even bigger. In order to avoid this tragedy and for your health, I think you need to get enough exercise. So I'll leave this group of guys standing like dazed wooden stakes in front of you to you, the senior with the physical advantage, to clear a path for us juniors!"

"It actually sounds like it makes sense. If you were to do MLM, you would definitely be a good one!"

"Thank you for the compliment, but I, a good student who abides by the law, would never do such a thing..."

As this meaningless conversation continued, a pair of big hands pulled apart the tightly packed crowd, and the burly body really cleared a path effortlessly for them to walk out easily as the other voice had said. There were three people, the one leading the way in front had an untidy beard and messy hair, and his clothes were loose, and the words "I am a gangster" were almost written on his face.

"Fingal von Frings..." Yuan Zhisheng's eyes swept across Fingel, and he defined Fingel as a scoundrel without hesitation, a character who just came to make up the numbers, whether based on the information or the first impression given by people.

His gaze lingered on Chu Zihang's face again. It was hard to just ignore his handsome face with his sharp eyebrows and bright eyes. Chu Zihang's appearance was no less than Yuan Zhisheng's. To be precise, the two of them had two different styles. One was evil and awe-inspiring, like a cool villain president, and the other was cold, righteous and stubborn, like a hero.

Yuan Zhisheng's gaze finally stopped on Mo Qiuran's face. It was hard to imagine that a young man who looked so carefree and unrestrained and who was so sympathetic could be S-level. However, according to the information, this was the case. Moreover, according to the information, his top record had even surpassed Yuan Zhisheng's... At least Yuan Zhisheng had not yet solved a pure-blooded dragon that could be assessed as a suspected second-generation species.

"Mo Qiuran..." Yuan Zhisheng recited Mo Qiuran's name silently in his heart, telling himself not to underestimate the other party just by looking at the surface. Yuan Zhisheng had heard a lot about the legendary name of Principal Angers, although the one in front of him was not Angers but It is a student sent by Angers. The existence of S-class is a treasure no matter where it is. Yuan Zhisheng does not believe that Principal Angers would let the baby come to Japan just to use it as an excuse to start a war. The sacrifice would be too much. big!

"What kind of big scene is this?"

Mo Qiuran and the other three quickly noticed the situation in the hall, but they did not pause or hesitate. Mo Qiuran showed an interested expression on his face: "Are you filming a movie?"

"We need a camera to shoot a movie, right? Where is the camera?" Finkel looked around, "Could it be someone from the branch office coming to pick us up?"

Chu Zihang said nothing. Now he was like a silent machine.

"Ah? You made such a big scene just to pick us up? How embarrassing!" As Mo Qiuran said this, the three of them were already close to Yuan Zhisheng and Ying who were standing in the middle of the hall. After meeting Yuan Zhisheng's eyes, Mo Qiuran's eyes lit up instantly, and he walked up quickly and stretched out his hand to pat Yuan Zhisheng on the shoulder, "You are the person in charge of the airport pick-up this time, right?"

Yuan Zhisheng frowned, he hated physical contact with people, not to mention the impolite behavior of patting his shoulder when he came up?So he slid back, and according to his expectation, Mo Qiuran's shoulder slap would fail, but the next second that steady and powerful hand fell on his shoulder.

Even with Yuan Zhisheng's reaction, he didn't notice how this happened. At that moment, Mo Qiuran closed the distance between him like a flash, and his hand fell directly on his shoulder!

"Thank you for your hard work!" Mo Qiuran smiled and patted the stunned Yuan Zhisheng on the shoulder, saying in the standard words of a superior to comfort his subordinates, "But don't make such a big scene. Look, it's so inconvenient that it blocks the road and no one dares to walk!"

Chapter 4: The situation is completely out of control, the solution to the body disposal (k)

Before Ying, who was staring wide-eyed, could step forward to stop him, and before Yuan Zhisheng could react, Mo Qiuran had already completed his gesture of patting the shoulders as a superior to show his affection for his subordinates, and walked out with a large black suitcase, "Okay, let's go! I heard that you also arranged the accommodation, right? After sitting on the plane for such a long time, what I want to do most now is to take a hot bath..."

Mo Qiuran talked to himself as he walked towards the exit. Chu Zihang and Finkel followed behind him, nodding to Yuan Zhisheng and Ying in turn, probably accepting the title of "person in charge" that Mo Qiuran gave to them.

To be precise, it seems to be about the same.

Finally coming to his senses, Yuan Zhisheng's fists stiffened.

This was the first time someone dared to be so arrogant in front of him!

As a qualified secretary, Ying always paid attention to Yuan Zhisheng's every move. She naturally noticed that Yuan Zhisheng looked unhappy and clenched his fists, so she put her hands on her waist and prepared to take out something to start with. If she waited for Yuan Zhisheng to take action, the nature of the matter would be different. If she took action herself, at most she would be punished...

But she could no longer take action as a big warm hand pressed on her hand. It was Yuan Zhisheng's. Ying looked at him. Because they needed to stop it, the distance between them was very close.

However, it was obvious that Gen Chisheng was not acting on a whim or suddenly came to his senses and was finally ready to play intimate games with the female secretary. He just shook his head at Sakura and walked towards the exit.

As the director of the Executive Bureau, he must not only be able to fight, but also have brains. A reckless man will not live long. Of course, those who have great luck and the strength to be able to overturn the table and let you come up with all kinds of tricks are another matter... In short, Yuan Zhisheng is still far from that level, so he has brains. The moment his fist hardened, he instantly remembered that he had made a dodging move before, but Mo Qiuran still successfully patted his shoulder.

Although there were reasons of negligence and lack of preparation, it shouldn't be so serious that we can't see it clearly, right?

S-level...how strong is it?

With this thought in mind, Yuan Zhisheng quickly followed the pace of Mo Qiuran and the other three. At this time, things were already showing signs of getting out of control. Mo Qiuran was very familiar and greeted the men in black who were standing separately to form the welcoming passage. He looked calm as if he didn't care at all about these people. It was almost as if "I'm not a good person" was written on their faces. It was unknown whether he was insensitive or just didn't care at all. At this moment, he was saying, "Hey, is it tiring for you to stand here? How much do you get paid a day? Are you exploited by capitalism? Do you need me to recommend you an excellent system called socialism..."

Yuan Zhisheng's footsteps gradually stopped. At this moment he was thinking about an important question, which was... did he read the information wrong?

Or in fact, the information sent by Kaguya was swapped by someone else, and the photos were replaced?

Or maybe there are three pairs of humans who look exactly the same in this world, and they all came to Tokyo at this moment and took the same flight, but got off the plane in a different order?

Why does this person seem more like a psychopath?

"Wow, why do they all have such confused or bewildered eyes? They are such poor people. Have they been made so brilliant by capitalism?" Mo Qiuran's self-motivated voice came from the front.

"Junior, is there another possibility? This is Japan, and they are all Japanese, so they can't understand Chinese?" Finkel made a guess that sounded reliable.

"Great! What you said makes sense, senior. Wait, doesn't that mean all my previous painstaking efforts to persuade the enemy to revolt have been wasted?" Mo Qiuran first praised and agreed, then expressed surprise and regret.

Yuan Zhisheng: "..."

Is this your attempt to instigate a rebellion? Who can resist such an attempt?

And you did this as soon as you landed...

This is indeed a psychopath, right?

Just as he was thinking this, Yuan Zhisheng saw Mo Qiuran turn around, and when he looked into his eyes, his eyes lit up: "Are you the one in charge of the work? Is there a translator?"

"Oh, junior, what kind of magical language is this? My grandma's language sounds better than yours!" Finkel complained.

"Oh, what a terrible tone! If you keep talking like that, I will kick your ass with my size 44 sneakers. I swear," Mo Qiuran replied to Finger in tacit understanding before answering contentedly, "I'm speaking Japanese!"

"What? Japanese?" Finkel was shocked.

"Yes, this is how domestic TV dramas are basically played out!" Mo Qiuran nodded.

"What a stupid plot!" Finkel sighed.