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

This naturally came from Eri.

Seeing Eri like this, the anger that had risen in Yuan Zhisheng's heart disappeared, and he was even able to temporarily ignore Mo Qiuran's words that stabbed him in the back: "Eri is so polite and smart, much smarter than a certain brother..."

Gu/span seemed to notice that Eri had been writing instead of talking. A trace of pity flashed across the eyes of the ramen stand owner. Such a beautiful girl turned out to be mute... So his sympathy instantly made him more tolerant of these rash offenders. The words he had intended to refuse disappeared in his stomach, and he blurted out: "What kind of noodles do you want to eat?"

Finally, he added seriously: "The money must be paid!"

"Of course, this guy is a big shot!" Mo Qiuran pointed at Yuan Zhisheng who cut up the spider and said in a low voice, "If you want to blackmail me, boss, this guy is definitely a suitable target! He has a lot of money! I have thought of the reasons for you. What do you think of the reason of 'being frightened and developing a mental illness'? The technology related to the human brain happens to be something that cannot be detected by the current level of human technology! As long as you keep pestering me, this thing will definitely work!"

Feeling exhausted, Yuan Zhisheng no longer wanted to look at him. He was in tears after saying "I can hear you" too many times. Now he felt that he had mastered the best way to deal with Mo Qiuran, which was to pretend that he didn't hear anything and let it go in one ear and out the other...

The ramen stall owner fell silent upon hearing this, perhaps because it was the first time he encountered a weirdo like Mo Qiuran who couldn't wait to kill his teammates, or maybe there were some other reasons?

"The only thing you need to worry about is that they are a gang, so you need to be afraid that they will use force to force you to forgive. However, with your strength, you don't need to worry about this. If you really can't handle it, boss, you can come to me. I can help you then, and we can split the money 50-50!" Mo Qiuran continued to talk incessantly. Perhaps the more he talked, the more he felt that this matter was feasible, so he looked very interested.

"Well, no matter what you are planning, I am just an ordinary ramen stall owner, and I will only be an ordinary ramen stall owner." The ramen stall owner said and glanced at Yuan Zhisheng again. He was deeply impressed by the badge hanging on the end of Yuan Zhisheng's sword handle. The Yuan family...

The ramen stall owner hasn't known any news about the Snake Eight Families for a long time. Now he just wants to die in obscurity as an ordinary person. So, even if there are relevant people in front of him now, no matter who he is or why he comes, the ramen stall owner doesn't want to pay attention to him!

He would never go back, no matter what the reason was, he was tired of everything in the world!

"So, if you want to eat noodles, just pay. If it's for other things, forget it!" The ramen stand owner glanced at everyone coldly. When his eyes passed over Eri and Sakura, he softened a little. The coldest one was directed at Minamoto Chisei. At this moment, the majesty like an emperor was released from him. Minamoto Chisei's eyes widened slightly. This kind of momentum... Who on earth is this person? !

Why does such a thing exist when I had no idea or understanding of it before?

"Of course, of course... I want a bowl of tonkotsu ramen!" Mo Qiuran was not affected at all, and said excitedly, and then asked Eri, "What kind of ramen do you want, Eri?"

Eri continued writing in her little notebook——【Just like my brother】

The slightly tense atmosphere was disrupted like this and soon turned into a harmonious scene of the boss making noodles and the customers eating noodles. This guy Mo Qiuran seemed to have a magical realm of his own. Wherever he was, no matter what the scene was, it always seemed to be cheerful.

……

In the spacious Japanese-style room, a handsome man with a feminine face was sitting. If one had to describe it, it would be that he could look real if he changed into women's clothes and put on a little makeup. An ancient sword with a cherry-colored scabbard was lying across his knees. He closed his eyes, controlling himself not to open them and look at the person in the shadows.

The man in the shadows wore a Noh mask and was shrouded in a robe. He looked at the man who looked as soft as a woman, chuckled and said, "Why don't you open your eyes?"

"As soon as I open my eyes, I will want to kill you. I want to chop off your zombie-like head and make your stinky mouth filled with corpse oil unable to open again." The man said softly.

The soft words echoed in the empty room, but they carried a hint of finality, like a vow.

The reason why it was just a vow and not an action was because the man had already done it before... However, this damned king appeared in front of him again a day later like an immortal, and brought unforgettable punishment, so the man could only hold back and wait, waiting for the opportunity that would come one day.

However, such a fierce oath did not scare the masked man. Instead, he smiled softly, "It would be my honor... If I could really die at the hands of a masterpiece of God like you..."

The tone was like comforting a noisy child, and just a few words made people furious.

Probably because he is the leader of the ghost group - Wang Jiang.

"I suggest you tell me what you are going to do this time," the man said.

"Okay, okay," the king said softly, "This time, I want a drop of blood from that S-level."

"...That S-level?" The man paused.

"Yes, it's the one you are thinking of, the one who is at the center of the storm right now. I don't want him, I just want a drop of his blood." said General Wang.

"I saw the intelligence. That person possesses the extreme speed [Time Zero]." The man said, "Under normal circumstances, he can reach the ninth level [Time Zero] with four times the speed. Even if I face such a being head-on, he will only be a sitting duck."

"But you are God's creation, and your bloodline makes you immune to the influence of the Time Zero Field. As for other S-level word spirits...so I didn't ask you to bring him back to me, but just a drop of blood." said the king.

"But he is surrounded by other people from the Eight Clans of Sheqi, as well as my dear brother... Haha, do you have a plan?" The man sneered twice when he mentioned the word brother.

"Of course, opportunities are always there, it just depends on whether people can seize them... Just like when I met you that day, it was perfect timing..." said General Wang.

"I warned you! Don't mention this matter in front of me again!" The man opened his eyes, drew his ancient sword, and was filled with murderous intent.

"Okay, okay... let's not talk about it." Wang Jiang said, "They will cause chaos by then. Who told them to carry a time bomb with them? You just need to wait for the most appropriate time... Fengjian Liuli, or, Yuan Zhinv, hahaha!"

Chapter 4: Yuan Zhisheng bows to apologize, Mo Qiuran's girlfriend (k)

Mo Qiuran didn't know at this time that the most powerful "ghost" in Japan was ready to attack him, but even if he knew it, he probably wouldn't care. No matter who came, he would at least have a 50-50 chance. Before coming to Japan, he was aware that he would become the center of the storm, otherwise he would not have let Tang Zi help him complete the registration and accept the task from the very beginning.

At this time, they were waiting for the ramen stall owner to make ramen. It seemed that the ramen stall owner was a particular person, because his ramen was not made from those industrial semi-finished products that were directly scooped out of the water. Instead, after confirming what Mo Qiuran and others wanted to eat, he took out the fermented and warm-keeping dough from a box on the cart, began to stretch it, and then put it into the pot one portion at a time.

Yuan Zhisheng looked at the old and powerful hands of the ramen stall owner and felt a little dazed for a moment. It was these hands that were pulling dough that just blocked the attack of "Amaterasu" of the Snake Eight Family, and with an ordinary iron rod, with almost crushing skill, strength, and speed?

Who is this old man?

Such doubts inevitably arose in Yuan Zhisheng's mind.

Then someone asked this question... naturally it was Mo Qiuran. He basically never stopped talking. God knows how he managed to talk so much without a dry mouth or a sore throat... In short, he kept asking questions while the ramen stall owner was making ramen.

In the eyes of the ramen stall owner, he was like a noisy fly, but unfortunately, there was a girl named Eiry next to this fly, who was listening to his words with great interest and watching the ramen stall owner's actions with great interest. So the ramen stall owner didn't know why he couldn't get angry. He felt that he should have a kind of sympathy for this beautiful girl, as well as the same emotion as the love and care of an elder for a younger generation. Although he didn't know where this inexplicable feeling came from, it was an obvious fact that he couldn't get angry in front of this little girl.

He was pulling the noodles in a show-off manner, and when he saw the amazed expression on Eri's face, he felt satisfied and even smug.

"So the boss must have had a very prominent identity before, right?" Mo Qiuran asked.

"No!" The boss said to Mo Qiuran angrily.

"But boss, you are obviously very capable, especially since this guy will definitely investigate you when he goes there later!" Mo Qiuran pointed at Yuan Zhisheng who was looking at this side in a daze.

"Yeah, boss, you might as well just say it directly, so that we can help you think of a solution!" Finkel agreed. Mo Qiuran noticed that he secretly raised his belt when he said this. It was obvious that he thought this must be a big news, so he had turned on his [paparazzi-specific shooting equipment], which was the legendary special pinhole camera!

Mo Qiuran could even think of the title of the post that Finkel was going to post on the forum - [Shocked, the owner of the street ramen stall turned out to be the legendary...].

After all, this kind of title is simple, straightforward, and has been proven to be effective.

"As a young master, you will definitely recruit such a strong man." Chu Zihang also said, "After all, if you can recruit a strong man, you can reduce a lot of losses."

"That's right, he's not short of money anyway!" Mo Qiuran nodded and praised Chu Zihang for his crucial finishing move. This was Chu Zihang's second time today. It seems that he may develop in the direction of [usually unknown but shocking at the critical moment] in the future. In this way, it is also very good news!

"..." Yuan Zhisheng was instantly stunned by this set of "combination punches of justice". The key point was that he found that he had no way to refute it, because everything Mo Qiuran and the others said made sense, and he really intended to do so!

Sakura beside him was at a loss as to what to do. As Yuan Zhisheng's secretary, what she should have done at this moment was to help Yuan Zhisheng out of the predicament. However, she couldn't find any point to refute. It would be a bit embarrassing to use such a method as telling lies with open eyes at this time.

"Young Master?" The boss paused after hearing this, looked Yuan Zhisheng up and down, frowned, and said, "Is that it?"

There was inevitably a hint of dissatisfaction and contempt in his words.

"Do you have any opinion?" Ying couldn't bear it anymore and stood up angrily.

"I just think he's too immature, hehe..." The ramen stand owner sneered twice, looked at Ying, and joked, "You're his girlfriend? Why are you so anxious?"

"...I am the young master's assistant, Sakura Yabuki!" Sakura's face turned red instantly after hearing this, but she still said in a sharp tone, "Although you are very powerful, the young master's dignity cannot be violated!"

"Ying, please sit down." Yuan Zhisheng said.

"...Yes!" Since Gen Chisheng had spoken, Sakura naturally would not disobey him, so she responded and sat down on the bench, while Gen Chisheng stood up and walked towards the ramen stall owner who was still moving.

"If you want another fight, wait until I finish making these noodles, little brat." said the ramen stall owner without even looking at him.

"You are hiding your identity here, so I think you must have your reasons. If you don't want to reveal it, I will not pursue it."

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Yuan Zhisheng bowed and said, "I apologize for my previous rudeness. I'm sorry."

The atmosphere froze. Obviously, no one expected Yuan Zhisheng to do such a thing, not even Mo Qiuran. Before this, he always thought that Yuan Zhisheng was a proud person with an inner sense of justice but working in a gang. It can be seen that he is not interested in these things but has to continue doing them. He seems to be full of contradictions. But pride is certain. If he is not proud when he is in a high position, young and powerful, he is not a human being. But such a proud person, the young master of the Snake Eight Families, Amaterasu, bowed his head and apologized in front of this seemingly ordinary ramen stall owner.

"Oh, that's interesting," the boss paused and continued to make noodles, "Okay, I was also young and frivolous... but there will never be a shortage of people stronger than you in this world... Okay, let's stop talking! If you want to eat noodles, go back and sit down!"

"Did you hear that? Go back and sit down!" Mo Qiuran echoed.

"And you! Boy, you should go sit over there too, and stop asking weird questions here all the time!" said the ramen stall owner.

"Oh, Eri, let's go!" Mo Qiuran nodded.

"Wait! Forget it, you guys just keep watching..." the ramen stand owner said helplessly, "Shut your mouth!"

"I will!" Mo Qiuran's face was serious.

It’s a pity that it’s obviously a lie, even Eri doesn’t believe it!

……

The ramen stall owner obviously had his reasons for insisting on doing it manually. Sometimes, ramen noodles made by humans are chewier and more delicious than industrial products made by machines. Mo Qiuran and the others had a hearty meal and chatted with the ramen stall owner for a few more words before leaving quickly. After all, they didn't come here specifically to eat this bowl of noodles tonight, as they had other places to go.

After they left, the ramen stall owner was cleaning up the dishes by himself. He was a little dazed for a moment. In fact, he chose the stall here not because of the large flow of people and he could make money, but because it was next to the University of Tokyo. Most of the time, the people who came here to eat noodles were young boys and girls. As an old man, when the ramen stall owner looked at them, he seemed to feel a lot younger.

But there has never been a time like this. When he saw Eri and the others, the ramen stand owner felt as if his heart was touched. For a moment, an idea popped up in his mind. He thought that if he had children, they would also be so handsome or beautiful, right? After all, they should inherit his former beauty!

But how is this possible? It's just an illusion, the ramen stand owner thought.

Because he knew that he had no children, and he could not have any. The emperor's bloodline was a mistake. "God" gave the Eight Clans of Sheqi powerful authority, but also gave them curses. Such evil things should not exist in the world!

So, let me die as the last "Emperor"... the ramen stall owner thought silently.

As for that little brat... the ramen stall owner wanted to know the source of Chisei, the Gen family... there are actually descendants?

Or, fabricated?

With the character of the Sheqi Eight Families, they are capable of doing such a thing... the ramen stall owner thought.

So...what about the Uesugi family? Is there anyone left?

The ramen stall owner thought of this question subconsciously. After a moment of trance, he came to his senses and smiled somewhat self-deprecatingly.

It has been too long since that happened. He has been hiding his identity for a long time and has deliberately stopped himself from thinking about those related things. However, some memories cannot be forgotten just by saying so.

Because of his name, his former identity.

The last generation of movie king - Uesugi Yue!

……

Eri had a lot of fun.

But you can't just play all night for the first time, so Sakura finally played the role of the "bad guy". She reminded Eri that because it was the first time, she must go back to check her physical condition. There was still time tomorrow anyway. After making sure that such contact with the outside world did not have much impact on Eri's physical condition, Eri would be able to come out more conveniently.

It makes sense, so even though Eri was reluctant to leave, she was eventually brought back to Genji Heavy Industries. Mo Qiuran and others said goodbye to Eri at Genji Heavy Industries, and then returned to the hotel.

"I suddenly gained a younger sister during this business trip... What a pleasant surprise!"

After returning to the hotel room, Mo Qiuran put the piece of paper into the notebook in the room. On it was a simple sentence "See you tomorrow" that Eri wrote to him before leaving.

But this is the girl's greatest wish. Mo Qiuran feels that if he doesn't go to see Eri tomorrow, he will probably be struck by lightning and baptized by sin.

After putting down their things, the three of them gathered in the living room tacitly, completed another inspection, and turned on the shielding device.

"Okay, this summary meeting begins now!" Mo Qiuran announced, "Let's summarize what happened today!"

"Before that, junior, what's going on with your Word Spirit?" Finger looked as if he was about to pounce on him, with obvious desire on his face, as if a person who had been hungry for ten days or half a month suddenly saw a fragrant roast chicken. He wanted to ask this question when Mo Qiuran showed his power before, but he had been holding it in until now. "Can you tell me? Can you post it on the forum? If this wave of operations is good, we can get rich overnight!"

"I've heard you say this many times, but unfortunately the biggest sum of money I've received right now is from a bounty on my own order," Mo Qiuran complained, "Speaking of which, why are you so excited, senior? Didn't you know that I could use extreme speed before?"

"I know it, but the problem is that I don't know if it is like this!" Finkel sighed.

"You put it here!"

"I mean, I didn't expect you to be so fast!" Finkel explained, and then asked impatiently, "Who is faster, you or the principal?"

"I'm fast, what's so strange about that?" Mo Qiuran asked.

Finkel: “!!!”

"Junior, your tone makes me feel like I'm seeing someone who got first place in the world and still looks down on it. You will attract hatred and get beaten easily, do you know that?" said Finkel.

"I know, I know, but no one can beat me anyway, right?" Mo Qiuran picked up a peach and took a bite, "Let's talk about other things... By the way, this news about my ability cannot be published!"

Mo Qiuran ignored the grief-stricken look on Fenger's face after hearing this and continued, "First of all, the Japanese branch, that Tachibana Masamune, I don't think he's a good person."

"Of course, the boss of a gang can't be a good person, junior brother..." Finkel took over automatically.

After all, he is the only one who can do this job. Chu Zihang automatically mutes himself at this time. If he talks too much one day, it would probably be as scary as Mo Qiuran not talking.

"I don't mean that he's bad, but that kind of... he's not a good person anyway!" Mo Qiuran waved his hand, "I don't feel good about him. That Yuan Zhisheng is not bad, but surprisingly, he feels like a bit of a bad nice guy."

"That's right," Finkel nodded, then laughed obscenely, "What about the girl named Eri?"

"Three times is the limit. If it happens again, our deal will be over." Mo Qiuran glanced at him coldly and repeated word by word, "I only see her as my sister, with the emotion and feeling of a brother taking care of his sister, do you understand? Such a pure and pitiful child makes it impossible for people to think of that aspect, okay! Besides, I have a girlfriend! Senior, if you are not afraid that she will disappear one day without leaving any residue, you'd better be careful."

"Junior, who is your girlfriend?" Seeing Mo Qiuran speaking so seriously, Finkel scratched his head and couldn't help asking.

"It hasn't been confirmed yet, but it's definitely her!" Mo Qiuran looked excited.

Chapter 153: Mo Qiuran's love at first sight ()

Time coordinates: After school, Mo Qiuran's classmate had just entered Shilan Middle School in the first year of high school and was at the same table with a certain cold-faced paralyzed person who was about to be reelected in the first three years of the [this greedy list] after school.

Mo Qiuran has always felt that all love at first sight is just lust.

Therefore, Mo Qiuran always keeps a distance from those second-generation rich girls who show affection to him and say they fall in love at first sight when they first meet. Good looks are innate, and how to use them depends on the individual. Obviously, as a three-good student with lofty moral qualities and quality cultivation, Mo Qiuran can't do such a thing as deceiving others' feelings just to exchange for living expenses. Wouldn't that make him a serious "gigolo"? !

Moreover, considering that Mo Qiuran is over thirty years old in these two lives, he really can’t be interested in those fifteen or sixteen-year-old girls... Maybe it’s because this kind of thing is too punishable... Although it’s not very punishable considering the age of his body...