Including the trio, even Chu Zihang couldn't help but glance at Hasegawa Yoshitaka with suspicion. This was breaking news that even Kassel College had not investigated.
If true, it would instantly change the landscape of the mixed-race world.
After all, when the bloodline continues to increase and the transition from ordinary humans to dragons begins, many hybrids will be lost in the power brought by power.
Just like the blood-blasting technique treasured by the Lionheart Society, members without iron willpower are not allowed to learn it, otherwise it will become the basis for them to fall to the dragon class.
"Don't think too much, we are just taking precautions before they happen. This war between our family and the fierce ghosts can only leave one winner in the end. If we lose, the Japanese branch will also become history. What happens next
Everything depends on you."
The gray-haired elder smiled and said, but he was ready to defend the underworld and the family's career and glory with his life.
"I really don't know what Principal Ange's expression would be if he knew that he had a student of his age who was still involved in the underworld."
Caesar looked at the old man amusedly. In fact, there are many members of the real underworld in Japan today like him. These people are as indelible as their tattoos. Even if the Snake Qihachi family is banned by the government one day, they will never be able to live.
Under the sun, you will even be chased to death by fierce ghosts.
"Haha, if you can stick to a career that you love all your life, then your life will not be in vain. I think the principal will understand me as a student."
Hasegawa Yoshitaka is obviously very happy with the conversation. After all, the next place the team will go to is the most luxurious club under the family, Tamamo-mae.
Men in Tokyo all know that the streets of Shibuya are full of beauties, but they also say that seeing all the beauties in Shibuya is not as good as walking around Tamamo-mae.
And the person who arranged a cocktail party there to welcome them happened to be the biggest underworld figure among the students taught by Angers himself.
The head of the Inuyama family, Inuyama Ga.
A young man wearing a black haori kimono wearing a fox mask passed by a Mercedes-Benz convoy on the street. His attire is less noticeable in Japan than wearing Hanfu on the streets in China.
Wearing a mask, in the eyes of passers-by, may be because a man's original face is not good-looking, and covering it up can add a sense of mystery and improve self-confidence.
The night is like a shadowy beast, swallowing up every piece of land in Tokyo. More and more streets and alleys are lighting up with colorful neon lights. Most of the people coming and going are couples holding hands and cuddling each other and tourists from other countries who come together to visit.
Young men walking alone seem to be wandering aimlessly. If young and beautiful girls come up with their companions to ask for a photo, they will not refuse, but in the face of their eyes as bright as autumn water, they will never take off half of their fox faces to reveal their true colors.
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He walked and walked like this until he passed by the back street of National University of Tokyo. The young man suddenly took off the precious sword from his waist and stopped in front of a wooden cart.
"I want a tonkotsu ramen."
He stood under the open awning of the rickshaw, with two wooden benches for customers to eat noodles placed in front of the window. He said to the old chef who was watching a beauty talent show on an old-fashioned small box TV that there was no business inside.
"Guest, please take a seat."
The master chef is quite old. His white hair is neatly parted. He is wearing the white linen work clothes unique to ramen chefs and has a black towel tied on his forehead. He beckons the mysterious guest to sit on the bench under the awning, even casually.
He glanced at the long tachi he had taken off and put aside casually.
"Master, please make me some ramen."
A beautiful girl wearing a black school skirt from Dongda University and knee-length white stockings, with her hair dyed brown and her temples braided, was trotting out of the school gate. The turbulent scenery caused the old chef to stop making noodles.
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"Oh no, cook one more."
The girl got her wish and grabbed another bench in front of the car. She smiled happily and turned around to greet the thin young man with slightly pale cheeks behind her.
"Kiriya-kun, come quickly."
"Ah, it's Kiritani-san. I'm really sorry, there may not be any extra chairs for you right now."
The old chef who was stirring the soup pot looked up at the regulars who frequented his ramen stall, but his eyes did not leave the towering breasts of the panting girl lying on the table.
"Don't bother, I can eat standing up."
The young students looked curiously at the young man wearing a kimono who was sitting upright with a decorative sword beside him.
Is he imitating the Last Samurai from "Rurouni Kenshin"?
"Kirigu, do you often come here to eat noodles?"
The girl saw the two greeting each other and asked curiously.
"Yes, Master Yue's craftsmanship is very good, especially the soy sauce soup used to make the ramen is particularly delicious and a masterpiece. Asuna, you should try more later."
Male student raising thumbs up and smiling.
In fact, it's because there are only two seats here. If they sit side by side and eat noodles, such a close distance can easily cause strange feelings between men and women.
But his little idea was ruined by a passerby who suddenly broke in. No, it should be said that they came at the wrong time.
"Oh? Really, then I have to wait and evaluate it carefully."
The girl named Asuna responded with a smile, turned her head and looked at the young man wearing a fox mask next to her, and suddenly realized that his pupils were as deep as stars and the sea, and people could get trapped in them if they were not careful.
"This...this gentleman, are you here because of his fame?"
Girls use honorifics unconsciously.
"Come here because of the reputation? I guess you can count on it."
A chuckle came from under the mask.
"I am Asuna Nagakura, a freshman in the Department of Finance at Tokyo University, and this is Yoshitaka Kiritani, a senior in the Department of Biomedicine. This is our first meeting. Please take care of me."
While waiting for the ramen, the girl pointed at herself and the young student behind her and introduced.
"I haven't asked for your name yet?"
Kiritani suddenly felt a sense of crisis in his heart. Asuna's junior classmate came from a wealthy family and was a goddess pursued by many in the school. She had never seen her take the initiative to ask a boy's name.
Even he, relying on their shared interest in astronomy, was able to invite the other person out for a ramen meal.
"Lan."
The young man's words were extremely brief, and then he added.
"Shangshanlan."
The old chef who was pouring soy sauce soup on the ramen next to him was startled by his smooth movements, and some of the soup accidentally splashed out.
"The ramen for the three of you is ready."
He wiped his hands on his apron and brought up three bowls of steaming ramen, interrupting the conversation.
In the blue and white glazed porcelain bowl, the soup base is milky white and mellow. The oily soup foam is sprinkled with green scallions and minced seaweed. The chewy ramen is topped with poached eggs fried until golden on both sides and alternately fat and thin barbecued pork. Look at
When you wake up, it makes you feel excited.
The girl couldn't help but get closer and smell the fragrance, then showed a satisfied smile.
"It looks great! I'm about to start."
Asuna praised, put her hands together and prayed, then took out the chopsticks in the tube next to her.