Dragon Clan: Starting from obtaining Yaki, counterattack against the gods

Chapter 36 Uesugi Yue

Late at night, a wooden van was parked on a small street behind the entrance of a university in Tokyo.

This kind of human-powered cart is called "Ramen-ya cart" in Japan, and is designed for selling ramen noodles in the streets. The windows are opened to form a canopy, and there are two wooden benches under the canopy. Customers sit on the benches to eat noodles while the ramen chef operates the cart.

Although the sparrow is small, it has all the internal organs. The soup pot and ingredients are neatly arranged on the chopping board. After the guests sit down, the dark blue cloth cover can just cover their upper bodies, creating a private environment.

Compared with the "specialty ramen" in the store, the environment and taste of this food cart are a little worse, but the price is also much cheaper. Most of the people who come here to eat noodles are poor students in school. Although the boss, Chef Yue, has only been here for a short time, his reputation is still acceptable.

At this time, two students were sitting in the shed chatting.

"It feels so chaotic lately. I don't know what the gangs are doing. They're fighting everywhere again."

"Aren't they always fighting? Although this time the noise was a bit louder." Another student shrugged and lifted the curtain to take a look outside: "Master Yue, is the noodles not ready yet?"

"Here we are." The old man in a headscarf brought two bowls of noodles to the students with a friendly smile: "Enjoy your meal."

"Master Yue, it's not peaceful outside right now, why don't you close your stall early?" the student asked the old master.

The old man just scratched his head when he heard this: "It's okay, who would bother me with a ramen stand?"

Master Yue is not young anymore, with his white hair combed into a neat side part. He wears the white linen work clothes unique to ramen chefs and a black towel tied on his forehead. He looks as if he has been dealing with ramen all his life.

The students looked at him and thought it made sense.

Yes, which gangster would be so blind as to trouble a roadside ramen stand? The old man didn't look rich, even the thugs who were collecting protection fees would have avoided him!
On the contrary, Master Yue seemed to be very interested in what they were saying. While cleaning up the dishes beside him, he asked casually, "What happened recently?"

"Oh, it's those gangsters again. It seems like there's a conflict between two big organizations this time. They've been fighting all the time. It's scary."

"Oh, is that so? Then you must be careful."

Master Yue scratched his head and showed a kind expression.

The night grew deeper, and with the departure of the two classmates, the long street became completely empty. It seemed that there would be no more customers that day.

Master Yue quickly cleaned up the pots and pans. At this moment, he heard the crisp sound of high heels stepping on the ground outside the shed, followed by the curtain being lifted.

"Sorry, we are closed today. Please come back tomorrow." Master Yue said casually without turning his head.

“I’m not here to eat noodles.”

The woman's sweet voice rang softly: "I'm here to see you."

Master Yue paused while wiping the stove, and turned around to see a charming woman standing in front of the cart. She was wearing a black business suit and her hair was tied up high. She was a very beautiful woman.

"Looking for me? Girl, you got the wrong person, right?"

The woman shook her head and spoke in a very serious tone: "Let me introduce myself. My name is Sakurai Kogure, and I am Ryoma of the Oni Clan, the so-called No. 3."

"I know who you are, and I apologize for my sudden visit, but I came here specifically to see you."

After hearing this, Master Yue's expression changed. He was still wearing the ramen chef's clothes, but he looked so tall that he seemed to be standing on the top of a distant mountain.

"I don't care who you are or what your purpose is. Leave now and I can pretend that I have never seen you."

The old man's voice turned cold. When the ramen master who had a very kind smile turned cold, there was an invisible sense of oppression that made people subconsciously want to surrender.

Sakurai Kogure was not afraid. This charming and beautiful girl carefully placed a letter on the table with a sincere expression on her face. "I'm sorry to bother you, but this is a matter related to the survival of the Japanese underworld. My master asked me to give you this letter. You will understand after reading it."

After saying this softly, Sakurai Kogure bowed deeply to the old man, turned and walked into the darkness.

The old man stared at her back until she completely disappeared at the end of the long street.

From beginning to end, this beautiful woman never showed any disrespect, and her sincere look made it hard to dislike her. It seemed as if she had just come to deliver a letter, and now her mission was completed, so she left.

The old man turned his gaze to the letter on the table, his gray brows slightly frowned, and after a while, he picked up the letter with a cold face.

As Sakurai Kogure walked out of the long street, he took out his mobile phone and sent two words to the pinned contact.

--Finish.

At the same time, Yuan Zhinv, who was far away at Kassel College, was sitting in her dormitory sharpening her knife.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but this long sword made with top-level alchemy seems to be getting darker in color as it continues to kill.

It was originally just a light cherry color, but now it has completely turned into a deep red, as if all the people killed by this sword had their blood and essence sucked away.

The blade became sharper and sharper, as if every kill was a tempering process.

The sound of a cell phone dinging came from beside her. Yuan Zhinv carefully polished the blade, put it into the sheath, and then picked up the phone.

She saw the news about Sakurai Kogure. This girl was very reliable and had blind trust in her. She was the only person she could consider a confidant in Japan.

And this time, the girl completed the task neatly again.

In that letter, Genno Chikyou wrote down all of Herzog's conspiracies in detail, and at the same time revealed the fact that she, Genno Chikyo, and Uesugi Eri were all his blood relatives.

Gen Chisei has hoped to find his biological father since he was a child, but Gen Chisei was quite indifferent to this. She just remembered that Uesugi Yue seemed to attach great importance to her bloodline in the original work, so she told him directly just to have more bargaining chips to persuade him.

After all, this former gangster boss now only wants to be a retired ramen chef. He has no ties, so he doesn't care about anything. Even if Japan is destroyed, he will just sell ramen in another place.

It is actually quite difficult to persuade him to return to the Sheqi Eight Families to be the head of the family. Yuan Zhinu is not sure, but she has to try.

The letter has been delivered, and the next step is to wait for his reaction. Before that, Minamoto no Chitose thinks she can consider how to kill Tachibana Masamune.

She looked at the newly refreshed simulation times on the simulator and silently thought about returning to Japan.

This is a rule of the simulator that she has discovered over the years. The simulator will only simulate the future that appears in the mind at that time.

For example, in the last simulation, what she wanted was to bring Chu Zihang back as soon as possible. The future simulated by the simulator was what happened after she brought Chu Zihang back. Nibelungen did not appear at all, and there was no plan to return to Japan.

Because the future will change due to any of her actions, and there are many unpredictable things in the simulator, unless nothing changes, the future will develop according to the simulation.

And usually developed for a single purpose, the simulated results can appear too extreme.

But overall it's still very useful.

After a slight sigh, Yuan Zhinv said softly: "Begin the simulation."

(End of this chapter)