Dragon Clan: Force me to be reborn and slay dragons

Chapter 200 Brain: I'm Split?!

From the decisive tone of Minamoto Chisei, Tachibana Masamune knew that he was not asking for instructions, but informing.

Whether Tachibana Masamune agreed or not, Minamoto no Chisei would head towards the mountains.

However, he still called himself Dad, instead of calling him Mr. Masamune or the head of the family as he did in public.

This shows that the situation has not yet deteriorated to the worst point.

So he sighed and said, "If I could leave, I would also like to go back and take a look."

"Now is a critical moment. The family needs you, dad, to take charge of the situation." Yuan Zhisheng looked at the flashing breathing light in the control room and the head of the Miyamoto family who was busy inside, and his tone was very light.

The three-member team from the headquarters has already fled. Considering that the Sakura gang had previously hacked into Kaguya's system, it is very likely that Caesar and his team will use the other party's channels and technology to pass the news back.

Given the tyranny of Kassel Academy, their revenge would come soon if nothing unexpected happened.

The Eight Snake Clans need to be prepared to respond.

"The family needs you, too." Tachibana Masamune looked at him with a complicated look in his eyes:

"We are facing internal and external troubles at the moment. We must stabilize the situation as soon as possible."

"I'll be back as soon as possible." Yuan Zhisheng nodded. He had doubts, but he would not abandon his family.

Even though he never liked it.

Tachibana Masamune stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder, then turned and walked towards the elevator, his tone deep: "After this matter is over, I will step down from the position of head of the family, and you will lead the family."

"What?" Gen Chisei was stunned. He was just upset so he temporarily handed over the affairs of the Executive Bureau to Tachibana Masamune, wanting to focus on investigating his brother's life and death and his sister's whereabouts. Unexpectedly, Tachibana Masamune did something even more drastic and directly wanted to give the position of the head of the family to him.

Yuan Zhisheng felt that it was a bit inappropriate to set such a flag just before the war:

"I'm not interested in the position of head of the family. There are better candidates in the family."

The patriarch of the Eight Sheqi Families is the emperor of the underworld. In this city and in this country, what the patriarch says is the rule, and what the patriarch does is justice. This is the supreme power.

There are many people in the family who covet the position of the patriarch. Apart from strength and bloodline, Yuan Zhisheng may not be able to match them in terms of insight, decision-making, communication, learning and influence.

However, these are not the factors that can determine the affiliation of the head of the Snake Eight Families. Tachibana Masamune looked at him and said earnestly:
"For thousands of years, the supreme leader of the Eight Clans of Sheqi has been the Emperor.

You have royal blood in your veins, and only you can restore the family's glory."

"But you did better than me. The Eight Snake Clans rose because of you." Yuan Zhisheng frowned, disagreeing with his point of view.

The promotion of the Eight Sheqi Families is not a child's play. Everyone who can become the head of a family has made great contributions to the family.

His contribution is not that great yet.

Especially now he still has the intention to leave, and is planning to leave the family and no longer be involved in the affairs of the world.

"The Snake Eight Families never really rose to prominence." Tachibana Masamune shook his head. "I became the head of the family not because I am more suitable than you, but because you were too young at the time and needed someone to help you manage the organization."

"I am not a good leader. I have made many mistakes over the years and I need to take responsibility for those mistakes."

He looked at Yuan Zhisheng with a calm look in his eyes.

He is old, and the new era has no ship to carry him, so he is destined to get off the ship.

Gen Chisei understood what he meant. As the head of the family, whatever Tachibana Masamune did was right, even if it was wrong, it must be right.

Therefore, if Minamoto Chisei wants to know the unknown "truth", he must either overthrow Tachibana Masamune's rule and take on the responsibility of the entire family, or wait for Tachibana Masamune to resign voluntarily and then take on the responsibility of the entire family.

"Do you remember 'Dragon Roar'?"

"Of course, it is the best restaurant in Tokyo." Yuan Zhisheng remembered it very clearly. It was the most memorable meal he had ever had.

Tachibana Masamune smiled, his tone filled with nostalgia, "I remember when you just came out of the mountains, I took you there to eat. You said you wanted to be famous in this city and come to 'Longyin' to eat every day."

"If you eat too much delicacies from land and sea, you will get tired of them. Sometimes I also want to eat some home-cooked dishes and live a simple life."

Gen Chisei did not follow Masamune Tachibana's words and fell into reminiscence. His voice was calm with a hint of imperceptible fatigue:

"Big cities are too exhausting. The ambitions and desires that can be found everywhere can eat people to the bone."

Before that strange dream appeared, he had dreamed that he was being swallowed up bit by bit by the city.

That kind of death is without pain and without despair.

There was only endless numbness, eroding every nerve and muscle of his like a tide.

How can we not remember the silent death vividly?

He gently pressed the handle of the Spider Sword, his fingertips touching the cold metal, as if he could feel the bloody evil intent contained in this demon-slaying sword.

This demon-slaying sword is like the incarnation of the city of Tokyo. It has devoured countless lives and carried countless sins.

As a knife-wielding man, he had killed too many people, and his sins were so serious that even if he spent the rest of his life fasting, chanting Buddhist scriptures, and praising God and the Virgin Mary, he could not wash them away.

Tachibana Masamune listened quietly, his old face showing a bit of desolation and helplessness: "Chisheng, I know you are under a lot of pressure, but you are the emperor, the leader who is destined to lead the Eight Snake Clans to glory.

We used to be the greatest family in the world, but now we are like a snake with its wings nailed to its throat. The European hybrids treat us as their subordinates and boss us around. The fierce ghosts are constantly encroaching on our territory, and there is a great terror in the Abyss that is enough to cause the extinction of the Japanese hybrids.

I don't ask you to stay in Japan and devote your whole life to the family, I just hope you can help the family fight a war, get rid of the secret party, purge the traitors, and then kill the god!"

"We agreed to do something manly together, and now is the time to bring this business to a successful conclusion!"

Tachibana Masamune stopped in front of the elevator and looked directly at Minamoto Chisei, his eyes shining like blazing torches:

"Chisheng, you are Amaterasu, you should illuminate this era!"

Yuan Zhisheng looked at him, emotions surging in his chest.

Finally, he took out a cigarette, lit it, and used a Zippo lighter to light the elevator:

"I have no interest in illuminating this era, but since Dad wants to use a victory to announce the rise of the Snake Eight Clan, I will accompany you to the end."

The elevator continued to climb, and the numbers on the display kept jumping.

He took a deep breath of the cigarette, let the smoke circulate in his lungs, and then slowly exhaled.

White smoke filled the air, as if releasing his emotions as well. His voice was low, with a hint of self-mockery and emotion:

"In fact, I have been just a knife in your hand for so many years. Dad, you decide who to chop and I have never objected."

The elevator door opened, and there was no one there. Gen Chisei walked in, turned around and looked at the slightly stunned Tachibana Masamune, and smiled:
“If the family heads’ meeting is to take a vote, Eri and I will vote for you.

Just like you support me unconditionally, I also support you, even if I am wrong."

As soon as he finished speaking, the elevator door closed, blurring out the silent figure of Tachibana Masamune.

Watching the elevator going down, he sighed:
"I haven't even entered the elevator yet."

But it’s just as well. I can go back and ask the head of the Miyamoto family to go to the meeting together.

By the way, I'll take a look at how the unfortunate kid flipped over, and then make further plans. ...

"Where are we going now?"

On the elevated road, Chu Zihang looked at the brightly lit Tokyo through the night, then turned around and looked at Lu Mingfei who was in the passenger seat.

After leaving the safe house, they drove north and met people from the Eight Clans of Sheqi several times along the way, but nothing unexpected happened.

The surveillance cameras of Genji Heavy Industries were unable to capture their faces, and the few who had seen them were either busy trying to retrieve bodies from the mountains or changing clothes to attend meetings.

Ying wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to create some chaos to attract attention while on the road, but unfortunately Lu Mingfei had anticipated this. After asking her to get in the car, he pressed a bloody bullet on the back of her hand, and with a slight force, the red agate-like bullet quietly broke, turning her back into Sleeping Beauty.

"Judges always rely on evidence and witnesses to make judgments. It's hard for you to believe me without any evidence, so I'll take you to see the witnesses now."

Lu Mingfei put away his phone. Along the way, he told Lao Tang how to go like a rally navigator, and he didn't seem to care at all about Chu Zihang's tricks behind his back.

For example, elementary school students who learn to be the god of death can stick some bugs or locators on them.

Well, although Chu Zihang would not do that, this inexplicable sense of trust still made his curiosity even stronger.

Old Tang held the steering wheel, tapping it lightly with his fingers, and occasionally glanced through the rearview mirror at Chu Zihang sitting in the back seat.

The lights in the car were dim, shining on Chu Zihang's stern face, and his sculptured outlines seemed without the slightest fluctuation.

Old Tang muttered to himself, this guy's expression has not changed since he got on the car until now, like an ice sculpture, even his eyes are so cold that it makes people scared.

It would be impossible to make friends in the United States. The only thing that would come to you is school bullies.

After all, who doesn’t like bullying a “weirdo” who seems unresponsive to anything?

However, it seems that the image of an iceberg handsome guy is quite popular in Asia. Lu Mingfei has mentioned before that Chu Zihang is a celebrity in school. Although he doesn't talk much, the girls have a surprisingly high opinion of him.

Based on the principle that Mingming's friends are my friends, Old Tang naturally expressed his goodwill: "Don't worry, that place is not a dangerous place like the Eight Clans of Sheqi. They are all very easy to get along with."

As the saying goes, birds of a feather flock together. In his opinion, Ling, Eri and Chu Zihang are all expressionless icebergs, and they should be able to get along harmoniously.

Emmm... at least there is no need to worry that they will fight over a disagreement. After all, without Lu Mingfei acting as a bridge of communication, Ling and Eri probably won't pay any attention to Chu Zihang.

Upon hearing this, Chu Zihang turned his head slightly. His eyes remained cold, but there seemed to be a hint of doubt in them.

He nodded slightly to indicate that he heard it, and then turned his gaze to the outside of the car window, watching the night scene passing by quickly outside the viaduct.

Tokyo is brightly lit under the night sky, and the skyscrapers in the distance stand like glowing giants quietly in the center of the city.

There is an endless stream of traffic on the elevated road, and the car lights cast golden streaks of light.

Chu Zihang's eyes were a little wandering. If it rained tonight, there were no cars on the road, and the surroundings were hazy with gray fog, perhaps the memories that could be evoked would not be so scattered.

"I went to see Aunt Xiaoyan before I left. She looked carefree."

Lu Mingfei suddenly spoke up, as cold as a rainy night: "But what you are doing now will make her never happy again."

Chu Zihang suddenly turned his head upon hearing this and stared at Lu Mingfei, only to see that he was still facing forward with a calm expression.

"Something has to be done by someone," he said.

"Tsk, another giant tortoise." Lu Mingfei made a sound of "tsk", and said no more.

The car fell silent again. Old Tang glanced at Lu Mingfei and saw that he looked unhappy. He turned on the car stereo to play a song to warm up the atmosphere.

Chu Zihang was still wondering why Lu Mingfei went to see his mother when he suddenly heard a familiar prelude in the car, as if a drizzle was falling outside the window again.

But when I looked up, I realized that it was the sound of rain that had been echoing all night long in my heart.

“The trees they grow high, the leaves they do grow green,

Many is the time my true love I've seen,

Many an hour I have watched him all alone…”

Looking at the face in the rearview mirror that was so cold that it was almost frozen, Old Tang felt like he had played the wrong song.

But if I change the song now, it seems a bit deliberate.

So I had to step on the gas silently.

Soon, the car drove into Bunkyo District. The surrounding buildings gradually became lower and the streets became quieter.

The song that brought back memories had already ended, and Chu Zihang had already reorganized his mindset and wrote down the entire route in the future.

However, looking at the three-story building getting closer and closer, Chu Zihang became a little uneasy.

There were a few big words on the top of the building:

A certain spiritual research center.

This… For a moment, he suspected that what Old Tang said before about being easy to get along with was because the person he was going to meet later had just taken medicine and was in a stable mental state.

But after seeing that Old Tang was also surprised, he put aside his doubts and began to analyze why Lu Mingfei and the forces behind him chose a mental hospital as their base.

And the name is so strange, could it be that the dean is patient number one?
Soon, the car drove into the research center. At the door of the building, a petite girl in a white coat was waiting quietly with her hands in her pockets.

"Where's Eri?" Lu Mingfei got out of the car, said hello to Ling, and began to look for Eri's whereabouts.

Ling glanced up and down to make sure he was not injured, then glanced at Chu Zihang and Lao Tang behind him, turned around and led the way: "Play games."

"Where is Genji-no-na?"

"Play games with her."

Ok?
Lu Mingfei was slightly stunned when he heard this. He obviously did not expect that Gen Chikyou, who was extremely hostile to Eri just an hour ago, would give in now.

Sure enough, sister complex is hereditary.

The older brother is a sister-con, and the younger brother is also a sister-con.

Seeing how calm he was, Old Tang, who was walking behind him, couldn't help but poke him in the waist: "Why aren't you surprised at all? Why are you taking him to a mental hospital?"

"You are talking nonsense. If a mental patient doesn't come to a mental hospital, does he go to the dentist?" Lu Mingfei paused and turned to explain to Chu Zihang:
"I'm not talking about you. It's Yuan Zhisheng's brother who has some brain problems. I'm checking him out."

Chu Zihang: "..."

Actually, you don't have to explain, as if there is really something wrong with me.

"By the way, what are the results of the examination? Did the evolutionary drug cause any damage to the brain of the source girl?"

"No damage, but..." Zero hesitated for 0.1 second, "His brain was cracked."

Lu Mingfei: Σ(°△°|||)︴

(End of this chapter)