From the moment she kidnapped Erii, she became a roadblock.

Yaksha and Crow wouldn't be so bad as to not be able to keep an eye on a single person. The phone rang twice, and they answered it.

"Young Master."

The cawing of a crow came through the receiver, its tone half an octave higher than usual; it was nervous.

"Did Erii go back?"

Yuan Zhisheng pinched the bridge of his nose; he was a little tired.

There was a moment of silence on the other end.

"The head of the Uesugi family...she hasn't returned."

The crow's cry dropped another notch.

"She's currently living with that Chinese student."

The sound of the wind suddenly became very clear.

Yuan Zhisheng gripped his phone so tightly he almost crushed it.

The muscles at the corner of my eye twitched.

How long have they known each other? Erii has already left with him?

It was already past midnight when the crow told him that his own face was reflected in the car window, his expression still unadjusted, his lips pressed into a thin line.

Sakura stopped typing on her tablet, glanced at him, and didn't dare to say anything.

"address."

His voice was deep and calm, but his eyes seemed to hold a volcano.

The crow's voice trembled slightly when it announced the address.

Sakura didn't ask any questions, shifted gears, the engine roared, and the all-black car drove through the puddles and out of the warehouse area.

The windshield wipers swung left and right, pushing the raindrops on the windshield away and then gathering them together again.

He didn't look out the window; his eyes were fixed on the back of the seat in front of him, and his fingers were resting on his knees.

Sakura increased the car's speed by one gear.

Guan Luo lay down for a while and felt much better. Erii had just noticed that Guan Luo's head was resting on the sofa armrest, which was too high and looked uncomfortable.

So he placed Guan Luo's head on his lap and let him use it as a pillow.

Upon opening the space, a green treasure chest floated silently. Guan Luo directly opened it with his consciousness within the space.

[Name]: Remnant Molotov Cocktail (Evolution Drug)

[Origin]: Dragon World

[Quality]: Green

[Rating]: 20 (Green Quality: 10-29 points)

[Category]: Consumables/Medicines

【Usage Requirements】: Must possess dragon bloodline.

[Effect]: After injection, gain Bloodline Frenzy state, Strength +1, Agility +1, Dragon Blood Purity increased, Word Power effect +15%, Intelligence -1, and has a chance to trigger the "Chaos" and "Deadpool" effects.

[Introduction]: This is what is meant by "drinking poison to quench thirst".

Price: 500 Paradise Coins

Guan Luo's eyes snapped open when he saw the dark red, viscous injection, and he looked at the corpse on the ground.

Ignoring his physical weakness, he walked towards the corpses, disregarding the nausea brought on by the smell of blood, and rummaged through the tattered clothes for something.

Erii squatted down next to Guan Luo, wanting to reach out and turn the things over, but he stopped her.

Before long, Guan Luo found an empty glass syringe cut into three pieces, the same model as the one from the treasure chest.

There was still a trace of liquid left inside, indicating that it had been injected not long ago.

This thing wasn't invented in 2011...

I thought of the label "Remnant" that the amusement park gave to the Molotov cocktail.

Guan Luo calculated the time and, taking into account the development progress, concluded that an initial version should already be available by now.

Guan Luo suddenly had an idea.

On the other side, Genji was rapidly approaching.

That kid from China, whose origins are unknown, kidnapped his sister shortly after he appeared.

Erii didn't understand any of this. She had no idea what "cohabitation" meant. She was completely unguarded, and that guy actually took advantage of her naivety!

The wheels rolled over the puddles, splashing water onto the chassis with a rapid, crackling sound.

A headlight pierced through the darkness from the depths of the rain, and the deep roar of an engine grew louder as it approached.

The car stopped, the engine was off, but the headlights were still on, two beams of white light piercing through the drizzle, and raindrops fell obliquely in the beams of light.

The driver's side door opened first, and Sakura opened a black umbrella and walked to the back door.

The back door opened, and Yuan Zhisheng stepped out, his feet landing on the wet asphalt road, a knife in his hand.

The lights were on in the small house not far away, the windows were covered by fog, and a warm yellow light shone through.

He appeared peaceful and serene. He walked to the door and raised his hand to knock.

Guan Luo was startled when he heard the knock on the door.

They silently crept to the doorway; either they possessed the power of words to conceal their presence, like the young man lying on the ground, or they were a powerful expert with unparalleled control over their bodies.

Guan Luo believed it was the latter, because the former wouldn't knock on the door.

Could it be that old bastard Herzog?

Guan Luo looked at Erii. He hadn't injected Erii with the pontine connection recovery drug yet. If that old man came knocking on his door, it would be troublesome. He had no choice but to fight to the death.

However, Erii didn't seem afraid at all; on the contrary, she seemed to be very familiar with the person who came.

Seeing Guan Luo's gaze, Erii wrote in her notebook:

"It's my older brother."

Erii had spent so many years in that cage-like room that she was very familiar with Genjiro's footsteps.

Given her insight, it's not surprising that she noticed Genji's arrival.

Guan Luo breathed a slight sigh of relief, realizing that it was actually... Yuan Zhisheng who had arrived, which meant there was still room for maneuver.

Putting aside the fact that Erii was abducted, Guan Luo felt that he had not done anything wrong.

What's the difference between Erii staying at Genji Heavy Industries and a slow death?

He must now take Erii far away and flee, and only after he has ripped Erii off will he come back and give that old bastard Herzog a good beating.

Of course, we must first get through the big...

Cough cough, Guan Luo always felt that the title of Yuan Zhisheng and "brother-in-law" was a good match.

First, I need to get past Genjiro. If I can convince him, the chances of me leaving Japan will be much higher.

Guan Luo got up to open the door, feeling a little nervous.

The door opened, and a tall figure stood under the doorway lamp, casting a shadow over Guan Luo.

Despite being about the same height as Guan Luo, he gave Guan Luo the impression of being very tall.

Yuan Zhisheng's gaze moved down from his face. His clothes were covered in blood, the bloodstains on his neck had not been wiped clean, and the dark red patch on the chest of his T-shirt was already half-dry.

Genji frowned, his fingers already on the hilt of his sword. If Erii hadn't peeked out from behind Guanluo, he would have already brought the sword down.

Looking past Guan Luo's shoulder, the gaze continued into the entrance hall, where the wooden floor of the living room was littered with broken pieces, and dark red blood was spread out on the floor in a large, irregular shape.

The air was thick with the stench of blood, mixed with the dampness of the rainy night, seeping out from the door frame.

Then he heard the sound of bare feet on the floor coming from the direction of the living room.

Erii stood in the entryway, her white nightgown stained with large patches of blood, which spread across her shoulders and chest like red petals fallen in the snow.

She was still clutching a wet towel in her hand, which she had originally intended to use to wipe the blood off Guan Luo's face.

She tilted her head and looked towards the door, her gaze sweeping from Genjiro to the hilt of his sword.

Her gaze lingered for a moment on the hand holding the knife, then she took a step forward, shielding Guan Luo behind her.

Without hesitation, she raised her head slightly and looked into Genjiro's eyes.

Those eyes were so clear they held nothing, only a quiet, unyielding stubbornness.

Genji stood in the entrance hall, his hand on the hilt of his sword, three steps away from her.

Sakura Yabuki stood to the side and slightly behind Genji, holding up an umbrella.

Rain drifted in from behind, hitting Genjiro's back.

None of the four people moved.