"Shut up!" Caesar took out the Desert Eagle and slammed it on the table, "You're just a prisoner, and you're screaming?"
Then he turned to Yuan Zhennu, a little surprised, "Leaving in such a hurry? I still have many questions to ask."
"I have to leave the question until next time. I still have something to do." Minamoto said very quickly, and it seemed that she was really in a hurry, "But don't worry, I will give you a kabuki performance tomorrow."
I won’t break my promise.”
Finally, Yuan Zhisheng bowed deeply and exited the office located on the top floor of Gao Tianyuan without even looking at Yuan Zhisheng the whole time.
"What a weird guy..." Caesar looked at his leaving figure and shrugged.
The white smoke has not dissipated, and the light flavor of Japanese tobacco fills every inch of the space.
"Do you believe that little girl?" Chu Zihang asked.
"I have read the materials he gave me once, and they all seem to be true, and the analysis is reasonable. The general and Tachibana Masamune are indeed highly similar," Caesar said, "but the most suspicious thing is the man himself."
"Yes, everything he gave is very credible, but he is suspicious." Chu Zihang pondered, "Are he and Lu Mingfei really old acquaintances? Or are they just treating Lu Mingfei as a stranger?
A cover?"
"But..." He was silent for a moment, "We have no choice."
"In the current situation, if we can't join forces with Minamoto Chisheng, we can only join forces with Minamoto Chisei... In Japan, there is something more terrifying than 'god', and we need allies."
"What's more terrifying than 'god'?" Yuan Zhisheng suddenly sneered, "I'm afraid you don't know anything about 'god'. Apart from the Black King, there is nothing more terrifying than 'god' in this world."
.”
Chu Zihang ignored him and continued his analysis, "So from this point of view, there is really no other choice... wait until Lu Mingfei comes back."
Caesar glanced at the clock on the wall and said, "It's past midnight. No matter how he has something to do, he should be back."
"Yeah." Chu Zihang said, "I hope so."
The two of them were sitting side by side on the leather sofa of the Humpback Whale. It was raining outside the window. They suddenly realized that this was a good season. Mid-spring was not over and early summer was approaching. It was considered the most beautiful time in Japan, when cherry blossoms were blooming and black tuna was plump.
Although the underworld war is fought to the death, dangerous creatures called "gods" are quietly gestating somewhere, and there are conspirators who are coveting the body and power of the "gods". They are like a reptile version of a mantis stalking a cicada or an oriole.
is behind……
But in the eyes of tourists, Tokyo is still such a beautiful city. Various restaurants in various scenic spots in the city are open to welcome visitors, and sushi chefs are vying to provide seasonal tuna belly or top-quality abalone sashimi.
Watch the cherry blossoms, buy clothes, and go to the shrine to ask for a guardian.
Maybe the world is far from ending, this crisis will eventually be resolved, and they are lucky enough to come to Japan in this good season.
"Oh, by the way." Caesar threw a can of beer to Chu Zihang, "How do you think we should deal with this guy Yuan Zhisheng?"
"..."
Chu Zihang glanced at Yuan Zhisheng and said, "I don't know."
"If we let him go, then our information in Takamagahara will be completely exposed. I don't want to continue sleeping in the open."
"Why don't we just keep doing it and get rid of him directly?" Caesar held a beer in one hand and a Desert Eagle in the other.
"...Don't be so extreme." Chu Zihang frowned.
"Then there must be an explanation." Caesar raised his glass to Yuan Zhisheng from a distance, "You think so, head of the eight Sheqi families."
"What do you want me to explain to you?" Yuan Zhisheng asked coldly, "I'm sorry? Are you satisfied with this?"
"What's the use of apologizing? Apologizing is something you say after the fact, and it's too late to say it afterward!" Caesar suddenly yelled sternly.
"Then what can I do? When you sit in my position, you will understand that there are some things you have to say and some things you have to do!"
"Do you think I don't feel any guilt in my heart when I make this decision?!"
"Only a dog will believe your guilt." Caesar took a sip of beer, "You must be talking about your bullshit theory of justice again. Am I right, Mr. Yuan Zhisheng?"
"Yes, if I have the chance, I will definitely ask people to surround you and turn you into prisoners." Yuan Zhisheng looked into Caesar's eyes and said slowly, "No matter whether you are benevolent to the Sheqi family or not.
"
Caesar was stunned.
If Yuan Zhisheng tried his best to argue that he would never betray his trust, then Caesar would sneer at him and despise him even more from the bottom of his heart. However, Yuan Zhisheng admitted it frankly, which made Caesar speechless for a moment.
"I only want to say three sentences. The first sentence," Yuan Zhisheng said almost word by word, "What a man has to do has nothing to do with grace. The reason why a man wants to do something must be more important than grace.
A small thing."
"Second sentence, I am a member of the underworld. I have done evil things, some of which are far worse than leaving you in the deep sea. I admit that I am by no means a good person."
"The third sentence, if you want to kill me, just kill me. As the leader of the family, I have the obligation to devote myself to the family."
Caesar touched his forehead, wondering if he had a fever that caused him to hear the wrong words, and then laughed out loud in anger.
"After hearing what your brother said, how can you still say this? Still continue to work for someone named Ju? You are really hopelessly stupid."
"There is no basis for what you say. There are some things that I have to confirm for myself before I believe them." Yuan Zhisheng turned away, "Of course I have a way to confirm it."
Caesar sighed. He felt like he was defeated from the depths of his soul. Only Fingel could give Caesar this feeling before.
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Caesar, who received an elite education, had a considerable mental impact.
The weapon Yuan Zhisheng used to defeat Caesar was called "shameless". Caesar couldn't believe that there were such shameless people in the world. He spoke frankly about his evil deeds without any shame, which seemed natural.
Caesar scratched his head for a long time, then turned to Chu Zihang, "Did I tell you? There are no words good and evil in the Japanese dictionary..."
"Now it seems that there is nothing like loyalty, filial piety, justice and so on. You Chinese have cultivated them for so many years in vain!"
Chu Zihang shook his head.
He understood that Caesar just wanted to find someone to complain about, but he had nothing to comment on. He just silently wiped the blood on Murasame and waited for Caesar's decision.
Caesar is the leader.
"It's better to just kill him... If a person can't even believe in his own justice, then this person has no value in living." Caesar raised the desert eagle and pointed it at Yuan Zhisheng's head, "Believe me or not.
One shot to blow your head off!"
"I said I only have three sentences, and I've already said what I need to say." Yuan Zhisheng said calmly.
His eyes were clear, and his rather feminine and beautiful face seemed to have written "Although there are thousands of people, I will go", just like those famous warriors from the Warring States Period.
He accepted this fate and his destiny as a warrior. As a warrior, one day he would die on the battlefield.
The two stared at each other for dozens of seconds, tit for tat, neither giving in to the other.
Caesar's finger was placed next to the trigger, sometimes leaving it, sometimes trembling as he tried to pull it.
"Okay, you win." He threw away the Desert Eagle, "I don't believe you, but I give you a chance, because those who believe in you are innocent."
"Thank you Miss Sakura, Yaksha and Crow...animal like you is still alive because they are by your side."
Dictado lifted it up from the bottom and cut off the rope that tied Yuan Zhisheng's hands behind his back.
Yuan Zhisheng took out a soft seven-star stick from the pocket of his tattered windbreaker, took it into his mouth, looked up at Chu Zihang, "Can I borrow a fire?"
Chu Zihang snapped his fingers, and a small flame ignited at his fingertips. Yuan Zhisheng approached the fire and lit it.
"Shit!" Caesar cursed in a low voice.
This man was smoking a cigarette with an expressionless face, as if the life-and-death situation just now was not worth mentioning to him... To be honest, Caesar really wanted to shoot him to death, but the finger that pulled the trigger was
I can't press it down no matter what.
There is a deep sadness in Yuan Zhisheng's calmness. He is like an evil ghost burdened with a mountain of sins who walks up to you and asks for your help. His soul has long been crushed and his spine is bent, but he is still struggling to hold on.
…
What faith made him so tired and so hard? Caesar didn't know.
But he really wanted to know, so he decided to take a risk and give Yuan Zhisheng a chance.
Yuan Zhisheng took a final deep drag on his cigarette, crushed the cigarette butt under his feet, grabbed the spider on the ground and prepared to leave.
"Hey." Caesar called him, "Will you come to catch us when you go back?"
"Yes." Yuan Zhisheng didn't even look back.
"Okay." Caesar shrugged, "I've already guessed it."
Yuan Zhisheng paused at the door, "It's just that you still have some time after I finish asking about dad."
"Then I thank you?"
"whatever."
Yuan Zhisheng said, closing the door behind him.
…
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The old man sat down in front of the ramen stall and said, "Two bottles of sake."
"No more." The ramen chef immediately closed the curtain and went home.
"Why are you seeing people like this?" The old man smiled, "We haven't seen each other for decades, right?"
"Who are you?" The ramen chef looked confused, "Sorry, I'm not familiar with it. I'm about to close. Please come back."
"Don't be so grumpy, my friend."
"Friend?" the ramen chef spat, "The last person who called himself my friend came over with his apprentice and master and ate my three days' sales. How many days are you going to eat me?"
"It seems that you have already met Leonardo." Angers said, "It will hurt your feelings to talk about money the first time you meet. Shouldn't you sit down and have a drink first to catch up on old times?"
"I have nothing to talk about with you." Uesugi pointed at the well-dressed Ange, and then pointed at himself, "You look like an upper class person, and I'm just a down-and-out ramen chef."
"How can an upper class person have friends who sell ramen on the street?"
"You seem to have a new trendy culture in Japan called Cosplay, which means role-playing. You're pretty cool pretending to be a ramen chef." Angers lit a cigar, then took out another one and threw it to Uesugi.
"I have quit smoking for many years." Uesugoshi threw it back, "Also, I am not pretending to be a ramen chef, I am a ramen chef, the real thing."
"But the entire land under our feet worth 1.2 billion U.S. dollars belongs to you." Angers counted on his fingers, "It's 1.2 billion U.S. dollars. Ordinary people would have to run a ramen stall for about 40,000 years to earn enough.
Billions of dollars.”
"I'm really poor. My income from selling ramen can only support myself. I can't even pay the land tax on this street. Those guys pay the tax every year for me."
Uesugoshi sighed, "Owning a piece of land is useless if you don't rent it out or sell it. It's no different from owning a grave."
"So you are really poor, but I didn't expect that the underworld supreme leader at that time would actually change his mind and become passionate about public welfare. It's really gratifying." Angers clapped softly, "Leonardo has told you everything.
.”
"Well, I know everything. He also said that you would come to me." Uesugoshi and Ange were chatting, and they unconsciously poured out a ball of noodles. "I originally thought about closing the stall to hide from you these days.
…”
"But I have been selling ramen for so many years, and I have set up a stall here every day. I can't ruin my good soup just because of your rat shit."
"So what are you going to do?" Ange didn't care about Uesugoshi's sarcastic words. Instead, he opened a pair of wooden chopsticks and prepared to receive fresh ramen.
"It's just a few imposters. What am I going to do?"
"...?" Ange was stunned, "That's all he told you?"
"Yes, otherwise what else could there be?" Uesugi glanced at Angers inexplicably.
"Okay, it seems he wants me to break some exciting news for you." Ange sighed, "Do you still remember Ahe?"
"Aga and I had a little conflict when we first met. Someone took advantage of the conflict between Ahe and me to try to kill both of us. Unfortunately, this plot was discovered by another student of mine, and the person who planned it did not succeed.
"
"What I mean is that there is a dangerous person hiding in your family, and this dangerous guy is planning some extremely terrible things. He wants to kill me because I will hinder his plan."
"An extremely scary thing? How scary?" Uesugi asked casually, "It's already scary for an old ghost like you to come to Japan. I really can't imagine anything more terrifying than this."
"Someone has resurrected...'God'!" Angers stared into Uesugoshi's eyes.