"Speaking of which, Angers, is this your first time in Japan?"

"The second time, in 1945, I came as a representative of the occupying forces on a U.S. Navy cruiser." Angers put down his wine glass and looked out the window at Tokyo, which was just around the corner. "At that time, the Japanese customs was still in ruins. It was far from

Prosperity now.”

"The life of Principal Angers is really a legend." The priest patted the vice principal beside him and taught earnestly, "You can't become a legend if you stay in the attic."

"You are ridiculous." Angers smiled, "In front of your long life, I may be nothing more than a mayfly that lives and dies."

The priest shook his head: "The weight of life is not determined by length. In my eyes, your life is thick enough to fill a book."

"Oh? In Mr. Bishop's eyes, how do you judge the depth of life?"

"Enlightenment, choice, experience..." Mr. Father counted slowly on his fingers.

"What is enlightenment?"

“Self-insight before making a choice.”

"What is choice?"

"It is an indispensable part of the long life experience. Life always starts with our choices and leads to different forks."

"What is..."

The vice-principal lazily interrupted them: "Don't continue doing Tai Chi there. Life is so short, why don't we get straight to the point. If you have anything to ask, hurry up and ask. We're about to get off the plane."

Angers and the priest were speechless. They looked at each other and smiled in unison.

"Is there anything Mr. Bishop can remind me about this trip to Tokyo?" Angers asked directly.

The priest counted his fingers and muttered: "Stay away from romantic places, it will make you unhappy."

Angers was stunned.

The vice-principal said sadly: "Old guy, I misjudged you. I didn't expect you to go to such a filthy place even though you are so old!"

Ange said with a dark face: "Where do you have the position and qualifications to speak against me?"

The vice-principal put down his wine glass and held Ange's hand affectionately: "That makes sense, then I have nothing to say. I only have one sentence. Please be sure to take me with you when you go, and I will help you bear this sin."

Ange threw away his hand in disgust, took out his handkerchief and wiped it: "It's almost time to get off the plane, get ready to get off."

"What are you preparing for?" the vice-principal scratched his head and asked, "Didn't you say that you still have a few friends and subordinates in Japan? Will they come to pick up the plane? Or are you saying that it is the army of the Sheqi Eight Family that will pick up the plane? We will pick up the plane as soon as we get off the plane.

Want to fight and kill?"

The vice-principal said with compassion: "I hate being beaten and killed. Please remind me, Ange, before you take action. I will turn my back. I haven't seen blood since I was a child."

Ange's face twitched and he said: "Why on earth do you want to follow me?"

"To witness history." The vice-principal glared, "I am a historian, do you know what a historian is? Can you expect Sima Qian to go to the battlefield and fight with the little Japanese devil on the bayonet?"

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Narita Airport, immigration hall.

With harsh braking sounds, more than ten black Mercedes-Benz cars stopped at the door, completely blocking the passage.

A group of men got out of the car, wearing black suits and sunglasses, with solemn faces, as if they had been rehearsed for a long time. They were divided into different groups. Some formed a human wall to isolate the passengers, some stood guard under the door and windows, and more

The people followed the silver-haired elder into the VIP room, forming a formation like a black arrowhead, tearing apart the panicked crowd.

"Please send someone over quickly! There are many of them, and they must be armed! There are bulges under their clothes! Call the police! Report quickly..."

A girl in a customs uniform was holding a microphone, huddled under her desk, and spoke quietly and urgently.

The sound on the microphone suddenly stopped and became dead silence.

The silver-haired elder stood in front of the table. He smiled kindly and bowed slightly: "Sorry to trouble you, there is no need to call."

The telephone cord that had been severed by a knife was held in the elder's hand, and the elder slowly placed it on the table.

The customs girl's eyes fell on the elder's hand and she couldn't help but tremble slightly.

His old hands were covered with tattoos, with a five-headed Naga tattooed on each hand. Five ferocious snake heads were wrapped around his five fingers, and each head wore a high crown of flames.

"I made you laugh." The elder said apologetically and put his hands back into his suit sleeves.

His sleeves were deliberately made slightly longer, enough to hide his entire hand.

"This is the customs office...you...don't mess around!" the girl warned the other party cautiously.

She already knew the other party's identity completely.

In Japan, tattoos are the symbol of gangsters, and every gang member must have one.

Tattoos are members' loyalty to the organization. They cannot be completely washed off. People with tattoos will carry the mark of the gang for life. After leaving the gang, they cannot integrate into society and can only be loyal to the organization.

Tattoos like the old man's that cover his fingers must be from a master-level tattooist. In the gang, this is a sign of extremely high status.

"It will be over soon," the old man bowed and stepped back, "please continue your work with peace of mind."

"Please also please refrain from any unnecessary actions."

The old man turned to the security personnel who were surrounded in the corner and bowed deeply.

His eyes scanned the hundreds of passengers waiting to enter customs in front of him, and his eyes were as sharp as scratching people's faces.

People looked at each other in fear. An Airbus A380 large plane had just landed at Narita Airport. These were tourists waiting to enter the country.

They try to spot a suspicious face from around them.

Who is qualified to be so "taken seriously" by the Japanese gang?

Young people in black suits blocked every passage. Their hands subconsciously raised to their waists, and there was a bulge under their suits. It was unclear whether it was a short knife or a firearm.

All of them are elite gangsters.

The entry and exit hall was completely silent, except for the sound of heavy breathing and heartbeat.

"This is our passport." An old man with white hair handed his customs clearance documents to the customs girl's desk. "This time we are going to the University of Tokyo for an academic visit. Can you help us apply for a visa?"

The customs girl gaped at the bold passenger.

He looks about fifty or sixty years old, but he maintains the figure of a twenty-year-old young man

He was wearing a gray suit and a camel cashmere scarf, smiling indifferently.

"The first girl I talked to in Tokyo has the traditional beauty of 'Yamato Nadeshiko'. I'm so happy." The old guy took out the dazzling red rose from his suit pocket and put it on the table like a gentleman.

The entry permit stamp was knocked down, and the girl lowered her voice as she handed back her passport: "Let's go!"

The gang had no intention of hindering her work. The young people in black maintained their attractive aura and stood quietly, like a long knife stuck in the handle.

As long as the gang allows it, releasing one more passenger at this time means saving one more life. Who knows if there will be a shootout soon?

"I hope that when I come to Japan next time, there will be such a beautiful girl to greet me at the customs." The old man put away his passport.

The gangster elder suddenly took a step forward and approached Ange's back.

Everyone's breath stopped.

The elder was seen picking up Angers heavy suitcase and bowing deeply, as if he wanted to lower his head to the ground.

"Inuyama Hasegawa Yoshitaka, I am honored to welcome Principal Angers, and welcome to Japan! You have worked hard along the way!"

"It turned out they were here to pick me up. I asked why there were so many people. Speaking of which, do we need so many people to pick me up?"

Angre said calmly, he didn't even look back at the elder behind him.

The elder looked older than him, but Ange's attitude was like that of a young waiter.

"All the families in Tokyo want to take over Principal Angers, and the Inuyama family wants to take the lead, so they have to bring more people." The elder bowed as if to apologize, "Please forgive me, principal!"

Anger nodded: "Yoshitaka Hasegawa? I seem to remember this name. What level are you at?"

Hasegawa Yoshitaka's face actually glowed red with "double honor", he straightened his back and stood at attention on his feet.

He said in a loud and majestic voice, "Enrolled in school in 1955 and graduated with a major in precision machinery. I have been fortunate enough to listen to the principal's personal lectures!"

The hall was quiet.

"Oh, I remember, you were a baby face when you were little."

"Yes! As I get older, my face and appearance have changed. It's not as good as the principal to keep the same style as before."

"It's really sad to see my students who are older than me. Besides..." Ange said coldly, "It's really shameful that you are still involved in the underworld at such an old age."

He turned and walked towards the exit.

Hasegawa Yoshitaka hurriedly picked up his suitcase and followed.

The young people lined up quickly and lined the streets to welcome him. They looked straight ahead with solemn expressions.

Angers waved his hand without looking away: "Hello, classmates!"

"Hello, principal!" the young people said in unison.

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To be continued...