A row of solemn black cars slowly stopped in front of the Chicago train station.

The serious-dressed people got off the car and automatically divided into two lines.

Crow and Yaksha walked at the end of the team, and they followed from a distance. They were supposed to be on vacation for this mission.

In fact, it was the first time for both of them to go abroad in their lives.

"Train station? What are we doing here?" Crow asked in confusion.

"I heard that if you want to enter Kassel College, you must take a special train." Unlike the crow, Yasha did enough homework before leaving.

The executive bureau has exchange students from the headquarters, so it is not difficult to know this information.

Crow was shocked: "Like the magical car in Harry Potter?"

This time it was Yasha's turn to be shocked. What shocked him was not the crow's brain circuitry, but...

"You actually know that you've read Harry Potter!? I thought you wouldn't normally come into contact with such books!"

Crow Ya found that he had let something slip. He scratched his head and felt a little ashamed: "Actually, there is something I didn't tell you. I haven't had any tasks recently. I found a girlfriend. She works in a bookstore and told me

Live the story of Harry Potter..."

Yaksha:???

Everyone said that we were single as brothers and we were deeply in love, but you found a girlfriend? You didn’t tell us?

"It's only been a few days, so I'm waiting until I'm done to tell you...and she doesn't know what I do for a living."

Yasha understands that in Japan, although the yakuza are a group that even the government has to acquiesce in, ordinary people may not really be able to accept this level of identity.

Maybe in the heart of Crow's new girlfriend, he is just a young man who has just entered society.

"No..." Yasha pondered for a while and asked: "You still have tattoos on your body, how do you explain this to her?"

"Tattoo..." Crow was a little annoyed. In Japan, tattoos are not done casually. Only people with a very high status in society can have tattoos.

The higher the status, the larger the tattoo area and the more complex the pattern.

As the valet of the eight young masters of the Sheqi family of this generation, Wu Wu has a beautiful tattoo on his entire back, which cannot be washed off even if he wants to.

"You can't hide it from her forever, right? You have to tell her sooner or later." Crow has never been a person who likes to use his brain. He is used to delaying things.

"Besides, I still have to follow the young master. It's still early for other matters."

Yaksha remained silent. In fact, everyone knew very well that if Wu Wu really wanted to give up his current job in the family because of an ordinary girl, the young master would definitely agree.

Everyone had been waiting in the waiting hall of the Chicago train station for a long time, and Manstein's brows gradually deepened as time went by.

There was a deviation between the reality and the plan. According to the original plan, the CC1000 train should have stopped here early in the morning to wait for the arrival of the communication team.

At this time, they should all sit in the comfortable box and drink hot coffee and chat happily.

He gestured to the executive bureau commissioner behind him, who quietly left and walked to Manstein's side after a moment.

Manstein frowned and asked, "What's going on?"

"It's S-class, and..." The commissioner swallowed, hesitated for a moment and continued: "And your students."

"They used their authority to dispatch the train early, and now the train is still on its way back."

"That brat!" Manstein was a person who rarely got angry. He even acted like a Buddhist King Kong most of the time, keeping a serious face all day long.

Even his old friend Guderian repeatedly ridiculed Manstein as an old guy who was too old-fashioned.

But since he accepted Xie Chen as his student, Manstein became so angry that he was itching his teeth every now and then. He swore that he had never seen such a trouble-making person in his life!

Manstein took a deep breath and tried to suppress the anger in his heart.

In private, he could curse directly, or even call that brat over and point his nose at him and scold him.

But this is to maintain the image of Kassel College in front of outsiders.

Yuan Zhisheng on the side looked at him: "Is there something wrong?"

Manstein shook his head and pinched his mustache: "No, the train is already on the way and will arrive soon."

Fortunately, the train was not too late. I heard that the train had already relaxed the restrictions and was racing back at full speed. Even the wheels were worn red by the high-speed movement.

Everyone boarded the train one by one, and for the first time, the members of the eight Sheqi families felt the wealth and wealth of the Kassel Academy headquarters.

The executive board commissioner who came from the eight Sheqi families has obviously never seen such a luxurious formation. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, who would have believed that a college would spend a lot of money to build a vehicle into a luxurious mobile living room?

The commissioners who participated in the exchange meeting all sat rigidly in their respective positions, not even daring to move their feet for fear of staining the beautiful waxed and reflective solid wood floors under their feet.

On the other hand, Wu Wu and the others followed Yuan Zhisheng in handling various tasks and attended many top-level occasions, so they were not as reserved as others.

But they still can't help but complain about the evil capitalists in their hearts.

Compared with the nervous members of the eight Sheqi families, the executive department commissioner led by Manstein seemed very relaxed.

They had ridden this train countless times and were already accustomed to the luxurious interior decoration.

The task they received this time was to help the college support the scene. This was also the most comfortable and simple task they had received after entering the execution department.

Just by standing behind Professor Manstein, the credits were obtained so easily that the students who had worked so hard to accumulate graduation credits were jealous.

As soon as they stepped onto this train, their mission was over.

"Hey, today's update of "The Young Lady of the Underworld Will Never Fall in Love" has been updated. Have you read it?" A commissioner with a high ponytail reached out and poked the sisters beside him. They are all loyal fans of this book.

The other girl's hair was naturally scattered on her shoulders. She shook her head and said tangledly: "No, I originally planned to go back to the dormitory and watch it again. If you say this, I won't be able to help it."

The girl with a high ponytail continued to encourage: "Look, our mission has been completed anyway, and the rest of the matter has nothing to do with us."

Before the other girl could respond, a blond young man leaned over and said, "What? Are you also a fan of that book?"

"Me too, me too! I like the gangster lady in there so much!" Another person came up.

The other person nodded: "Me too."

"I like the story itself more. I even reward the post to encourage it to be updated."

Finally, a thin boy in the corner said weakly in a voice as thin as a mosquito: "Am I the only one who likes that ruthless young master?"

His voice was so small that everyone subconsciously ignored it.

Or maybe they heard it, but they all had a tacit understanding and didn't catch the conversation.

Everyone seemed to have opened up their chat boxes and started discussing in a flurry. Although their voices were very small, if more than ten people were talking quietly together, it would become very noisy.

Especially in such a quiet carriage, you will be caught if you fart secretly.

Gu Ling

Finally, an exchange staff member from the Sheqi Ba family sitting next to the executive department specialist could no longer contain his curiosity.

The people who came to communicate this time were more or less fluent in Chinese. Although they did not speak fluently, they could still understand key words such as 'gangster', 'eldest lady', 'eldest young master' and 'branch'.

With the Sheqi Eight Family, that is, things that are closely related to them, it is difficult for anyone to resist curiosity.

He asked in jerky Chinese: "Excuse me... what are you... discussing?"

"A novel, written by a classmate."

The girl with the high ponytail is a little confused. It's not that she doesn't want to share this work with others, but the problem lies in the fact that the prototype of the book "Miss Yakuza" comes from these exchange students!

Although the backgrounds in the book have been magically modified by the author, what if people care about it? Wouldn’t the crime of ruining the exchange meeting be placed on my own head?

Sakura walked slowly towards the girl with a high ponytail and asked softly: "I also like to read some novels on weekdays. I am very curious about the works you mentioned. Can you let me have a look?"

"this……"

Many Executive Bureau commissioners looked at each other. They had already said this, and it seemed inappropriate to refuse further.

"All right……"

The girl gritted her teeth and logged into her mailbox with her mobile phone. She had already integrated the entire "Miss Gangster" into one document and saved it in her mailbox.

"Thank you." Sakura nodded politely and reached out to take the phone.

She quickly scanned the contents of the document, feeling increasingly shocked, but her face remained calm.

As Minamoto's secretary, who has been inseparable for many years, Sakura instantly analyzed the prototypes of important characters in this novel from the first moment she read it.

How can this be a novel? Is this definitely not the autobiographical diary of Eriki's escape from the Seraki Hachi family?

Especially Minamoto Chisheng in the book. Although some of his character flaws are deliberately exaggerated, as the person who knows Minamoto Chisheng best, how could Sakura not realize that the prototype of this vicious underworld young master is her own young master?

Especially the girl-control attribute, it was simply cast by pressing a mold on Yuan Zhisheng’s face!

There is also the act of using the entire Sheqi family to search for the escaped underworld princess. There is no doubt that Sakura is sure and certain that Minamoto Zhisheng can definitely do this.

Even if the evil ghosts give up on encircling and suppressing the fierce ghosts, Yuan Zhisheng will do the same.

Damn it! Who installed eyeliner in Sheqi Bajia? Or...

Sakura's brain was working rapidly, and she continued to browse briefly for a few seconds before returning the phone to the girl in front of her.

"The writing is very delicate and I like it very much, but I don't have enough time. Can you send me this document?"

"This..." The girl with the high ponytail bit her lip, feeling tangled in her heart.

Anyway, I’ve shown it to the other party, so it doesn’t seem like a big deal if I send it to you?
To be continued...