A man among dragons, building a mysterious ancient church.

Chapter 335 We were surrounded as soon as we got off the plane. Were we familiar with each other?

Tokyo's Haneda International Airport was almost empty at immigration.

As the advance team from Kassel disembarked from the Angers plane, Lu Mingfei turned around in confusion, looking around: "Wait, why are there so few people?"

"Where's the promised bustling international airport with hour-long queues?"

Fingel followed behind Lu Mingfei, yawning widely as if he hadn't slept well. Lu Mingfei knew that the other person hadn't slept well.

On the plane, he overheard Fingel talking on the phone with his lover Eva, who stayed at the academy, for three hours straight, which kept Lu Mingfei from getting any sleep.

Single man Lu Mingfei simply couldn't understand why couples could talk on the phone for three hours straight and have so much to say.

Normally, making a phone call isn't just about saying "Oh, okay, I understand," and that's it.

Caesar twirled the Cohiba in his hand with the agility of someone spinning a pen in class: "Haven't been online lately?"

Lu Mingfei's expression froze when he was asked the question. How could a surfing enthusiast like him not go online? Being cut off from the internet would be the death of him.

I didn't look at anything else; I spent all my time searching for travel guides for Tokyo.

It was Principal Angers who said that they were just the vanguard, and that the main force would arrive in five days—no, four days later.

So, isn't this trip just for tourism?

As Lu Mingfei searched, he came across a guide to Kabukicho, a must-see in Tokyo. After looking at pictures and descriptions of various girls in Kabukicho, he inexplicably opened some strange websites and became addicted to them.

Lu Mingfei shook his head, recalling some suggestive images: "Boss, what's the internet saying? Is Tokyo not a good place to travel lately?"

"..." Caesar was stunned by Lu Mingfei's words, his fingers even stopping. Cohiba fell to the ground, and Caesar bent down to catch it, managing not to let the cigar fall to the ground: "Tourism?"

"What are you thinking? We're not here for tourism."

Chen Motong, who was looking around in the group, chimed in to explain: "Recently, there have been rumors all over the internet that a superpowered monster has appeared in Tokyo."

“We all know that it was a conflict between the Tokyo Diocese and the Snake-Headed Eight Families and the Ince and the Demon Clan. Ordinary people were unaware of this, and the rumors spread and became more and more outrageous.”

"Although the old church is guiding public opinion and saying that these are all miracles, and various countries and forces are also suppressing public opinion, it has still caused widespread panic. Many people have changed their plans and do not intend to come to Tokyo in the short term."

"Tourism is about having fun, not risking your life."

Lu Mingfei finally understood why there were so few passengers at the airport: "Aren't they coming?"

"Didn't the Old Church explain it? Those who believe will definitely want to come on pilgrimage, while those who don't believe will only see superpowers as a publicity stunt by the Old Church, right? Why wouldn't they come?"

Susie, with Chen Motong holding her arm, couldn't keep up with Chu Zihang, who had already handed over his passport for inspection, and could only be second in line to enter the country: "There are dioceses in various places, and the bishops of the churches are not simple people. Believers don't need to come here on pilgrimage."

“People who are not believers, as you said, will think it’s a ‘church hype’ and feel disgusted. They will think that Tokyo is a mess and that they can pull off this kind of hype. Subconsciously, they will not want to come.”

The group of people who were discussing the passenger issue passed through the checkpoint one after another. Soon they saw that outside the passage, a group of gangsters dressed in black, led by Genjiro, formed a crescent-shaped formation and blocked their way.

They left no gaps; the only way to escape was to break through.

"We're doomed!" Lu Mingfei felt his legs go weak and instinctively reached for his boss Caesar's warm, broad back: "Boss, we've been surrounded as soon as we got off the plane."

Yuan Zhisheng, who was picking him up at the airport, looked surprised. The enhancement brought by the royal blood allowed him to clearly hear Lu Mingfei's hushed words.

No, Lu Mingfei, this S-rank, was incredibly strong back then on Bello Island, easily defeating Odin and Pegasus. How come he's so cowardly now that we meet again?
Where is your arrogance from Belllo Island? Where are your constant references to "supreme" and "lowly creature"?

Yuan Zhisheng always felt that there was a slight difference between the facts and his imagination.

Caesar wasn't as scared as Lu Mingfei. He twirled the Cohiba in his hand a couple more times, then walked directly to Genjiro and handed him the cigar: "Try it, a genuine, rich Cohiba."

Are we... very familiar?

Yuan Zhisheng stared at the handsome blond man's sunny smile, feeling confused.

“No need, I have one.” Genji took out his Seven Stars from his pocket, which aroused Caesar’s interest.

Caesar took it and looked at it. The Japanese on the screen was completely unfamiliar, but he could understand the Arabic numeral 7mg in English. He disdainfully slapped the cigar and the Soft Seven Stars on Genji's chest: "Stop smoking this kind of women's cigarette, try this one."

"?" Genjiro looked at Caesar's flamboyant and overly familiar manner, and couldn't help but feel confused: "Are we that close?"

One sentence silenced the sunny-faced Italian boy, and Caesar's expression suddenly darkened: "Yuan Zhisheng, we've faced off in Kassel."

Lu Mingfei huddled behind Caesar, terrified. Oh no, what if they start fighting?
Having been in the student council for so long, Lu Mingfei was confident that he knew Caesar's personality very well. The arrogant boss hated being ignored the most.

Boss Caesar had been keeping an eye on Genjiro. During the battle of the capital, when he sent Lu Mingfei to the airport to keep watch, he even asked if Genjiro had come.

Now that Genjiro is so dismissive of Boss Caesar, won't this cause a conflict? We need to be careful! There are so many men in black here; a fight would be very dangerous!

Chu Zihang looked up in surprise. He suddenly felt that Erii's older brother was also quite suitable as a provocateur. At least, Genjiro's words could ignite Caesar's anger.

“I know.” Genjiro did not deny it, nor did he forget Caesar. “It is because we have had contact that I have come to welcome the headquarters’ commissioner on behalf of the family.” Seeing that Genjiro still remembered him and had not completely forgotten his former rival, Caesar’s face brightened. “There is an old Chinese saying, ‘No fight, no friendship,’ and I particularly like that saying.”

“We are rivals, enemies, but that doesn’t stop me from offering you a cigarette.”

Genjiro was stunned for a moment. The heavy pressure that had been weighing on his shoulders for many days was slightly relieved because of Caesar's words.

In everyday life, no one would dare to speak to Genjiro like that.

The three main retainers and the heads of the five lower families all treated Genji with a degree of respect. This style of getting along, which was similar to that of friends, seemed to be quite good.

"No fight, no friendship," Yuan Zhisheng silently pondered the saying, while accepting the Cohiba gift: "Thank you, I'll try it when I get on the bus."

Lu Mingfei stared in shock at this scene. No, this is possible? Just a moment ago, they were on the verge of fighting, and now they're thanking each other?

As expected of Caesar, his social skills are truly impressive.

“That’s right.” Caesar resumed his usual noble smile, slightly raising his chin and gesturing to the black-clad figures behind Genji: “What is this?”

"Get in the car first." Genjiro gestured for the people in Kassel to follow, then turned around and said as he walked, "As you all know, things haven't been peaceful lately."

"Ince took away the elite of the Ghost Clan. You know the Ghost Clan, right?"

“I only know a little bit, you know, from street surveillance and videos taken by passersby.” The people in Kassel seemed to tacitly accept that Caesar had become a diplomatic ambassador, allowing him to communicate with Genjiro.

The bodyguards got into different Hondas, while Kassel and his group rode in a limousine specially prepared by Genjiro. Due to limited seating, even Crow Yaksha had to go to another car.

With Sakura Yabuki and Chisei Genji taking turns as the main and secondary seats, and through Genji Genji's explanation, Kassel and his group finally understood the complex situation in Tokyo.

Once they understood the situation, Yuan Zhisheng, sitting in the passenger seat, suddenly made a request: "I hope to get assistance from the headquarters specialists."

"Help me, help the Snake Clan, to kill the White King."

This is the real reason why Genjiro came to pick him up at the airport.

Silence fell over the group. Because Yuan Zhisheng's words were so sudden and overwhelming, Kassel and his companions exchanged bewildered glances. Lu Mingfei, who was most afraid of such things, spoke first: "The White King has been resurrected?!"

"Not yet."

"Phew, that's good, that's good." Lu Mingfei breathed a sigh of relief. He was just here for tourism and didn't want to slay the dragon again; he was about to die.

Fingel glanced at his younger brother with amusement, then turned to Genjiro. From where he was sitting, all that could be seen was the dark passenger headrest: "You mean, once you Snake Clan finds the White King, you're going to kill it?"

"Don't you covet the power of the White King? He is the High Priest of the Dragon Clan, the Dragon King second only to the Black King Nidhogg."

It's important to understand that there are many mixed-race forces around the world, not just those from Kassel who have sent people to Tokyo. Various forces have gathered here, all eyeing the White King's power.

To everyone's surprise, the Snake Clan only wanted to kill the White King and didn't want his help.

“That kind of thing, ha, what use is it to us?” Yuan Zhisheng said in a low voice, his eyes weary. “The White King bestowed upon our ancestors the sacred blood, but it is that blood that creates generation after generation of demons.”

"It caused our Snake Clan to suffer endless hardships. Parents could not rejoice after their child was born, and had to undergo bloodline stability testing immediately. Lovers who fell from grace had to turn against each other with swords, and even a brother would not hesitate to stab his younger brother in the heart for this..."

At this point, Genji paused, but fortunately no one interrupted; everyone listened quietly.

"The descendants of the White King have fought amongst themselves generation after generation. Because of the White Emperor's favor—no, because of the White King's curse—they have shed their blood. But the White Emperor will only stand at the end of the Yellow Springs Ancient Road, watching the lowly people kill each other with a mocking sneer."

"In order to prevent such a tragedy from happening again in the next generation of the Snake-Headed Eight Families, we must end the White King in this generation and then continue to intermarry outside the family."

"Huh???" Lu Mingfei's back tilted to the side, completely unexpected. Yuan Zhisheng had been speaking so seriously earlier, how could he suddenly be talking about intermarriage with outsiders?
This transition was so abrupt!

“I can understand that.” Combining what Yuan Zhisheng had said about the Fierce Ghosts, Chen Motong concluded: “In short, you are because the White King’s bloodline is unstable, and every generation has members of your clan who fall into depravity.”

"The solution is to intermarry with other bloodlines, including those of the Black King, to create a more stable next generation."

"We didn't do that before... because we were worried that the White King's secret would be exposed to others, attracting the greed of the whole world?"

"Now that the White King has been exposed anyway, we might as well just kill him and end it all."

Genji looked up at the rearview mirror, where Chen Motong's red hair, similar to his sister Erii's, was reflected: "As expected of a headquarters specialist, absolutely right."

This glance made Chen Motong's eyes narrow slightly, and thoughts began to stir within him.

Even Chu Zihang, who was the most murderous, still had doubts: "You've asked us to help you kill the White King. Such an important matter, don't you plan to do it yourself?"

"Me?" Yuan Zhisheng turned his head slightly. In the blurry, faint reflection of the car window, his eyes did not have the light that a young person should have, but only a tired and sullen look, like an old window covered in dust.

Too many twists and turns are hidden deep in his pupils. Each blink is slow and heavy, as if silently uncovering the scars of the past: "If I can go, I will definitely go."

"But before that, there's another thing I have to do myself."

(End of this chapter)