"I'm in the Dragon Clan, what the heck is the Naruto Counterattack System?"

Chapter 70 Your so-called suppression is to leave no one alive?

Kyoto, Wei Xu District.

In the alleyway lined with gray-blue stone bricks, the endless red walls seemed to stretch infinitely to the left and right. Armed men stood in the shadows, and no one dared to approach the vermilion building even a step closer.

This color is described as "vermilion grass in full red," which comes from the "Memorial to Liyang County on the Occasion of the Rising Sun," which states, "The vermilion grass by the red well, white unicorns and red geese."

The red leaves on the other side of the red wall have already covered the wall in red, and the ginkgo trees are already in full bloom even though it is not yet early autumn, as if the other side of the wall and this side of the wall are different worlds.

Beneath the vermilion eaves of this mansion, the dragon and snake formations exude a grand and majestic air.

Five wide vermilion gates stand in front of carved beams and painted rafters. If someone knowledgeable were to look at it at a glance, they would know that this is a prince’s mansion, a true “prince’s mansion.”

A courtyard house with several gates is called a "multi-courtyard house," and this house, which occupies a vast area, has five courtyards. Even the Jia family mansion, the residence of the Duke in "Dream of the Red Chamber," is no more than this.

An ancient poem says, "How deep is the courtyard?" This kind of courtyard house emphasizes that the deeper the courtyard, the more prestigious it is, and the more private it is, the less people can see into its inner chambers.

At this moment, on the other side of the red wall, inside the main house at the deepest part of the courtyard.

Seven elderly people sat in chairs, each in their assigned spot, arranged in two rows on either side of the hall.

Behind them stood the "younger generation," some middle-aged people who looked to be around forty years old.

All the current heads and successors of the five surnames and seven clans were present, and each person tried their best to show a proper sense of ceremony.

But what should have been a solemn and quiet occasion was broken by a charming voice.

"Please give me your orders, Daji, my master."

Several elderly people present simultaneously showed black lines on their faces. Those who were less composed couldn't help but twitch their lips as they looked at the figure sitting in the very top seat in the middle.

Unlike the middle-aged and elderly people present, she was a petite and pretty girl.

Her gorgeous lotus-colored skirt fluttered slightly in the wind, but what was hidden underneath was not her well-proportioned, fair legs, but a delicate, pure white snake tail swaying gently.

"Damn it, what's wrong with me choosing Daji? Did Daji eat your rice?"

Her long black hair cascaded over her shoulders, her features were exquisite, and her small, round, baby face was slightly flushed.

Holding her phone, she spoke in a clear, crisp voice, "Do you even understand the value of a semi-tank cooldown reduction build? If you're bad, practice more!"

The Secret Society knew very little about the Chinese mixed-race people, only that the five noble families and seven prominent clans were the most powerful, with the Zhou family of Xiangyang being the most influential. These families also worshipped "Nuwa".

The Shuowen Jiezi states, "Nuwa was an ancient holy woman who transformed all things," and "Nuwa was before the Great Emperor Baihuang, and was also the title of an ancient emperor, not necessarily a woman."

Some members of the secret society even suspected that "Nuwa" was a dragon king, but no matter how hard they racked their brains, they couldn't imagine that, apart from her strange appearance with a human body and a snake tail, the mysterious "Nuwa" was also a girl who liked to play video games.

Using "unscrupulous" to describe her behavior is not quite appropriate; a more suitable word would be "as if no one else was there." It seems that in her eyes, the few people in front of her are not as important as the game.

"Nuwa—"

The old man sitting to her left called out softly, but the Nuwa Master remained staring at the screen without looking up, and said impatiently, "Oh dear, it's the qualifying round, don't bother me, Xiao Zhou hasn't arrived yet."

No one has the right to yell at a girl in this situation, after all, she is the one who is truly "-"

"Head of the household".

"Zhou Zhen." The somewhat helpless old man could only turn his head slightly. The middle-aged man behind him bowed and leaned closer, glancing at the only empty chair opposite him, and said, "Go and see if the Wan family head from Wanzhou has arrived."

"Okay," Zhou Zhen replied, and was about to turn and leave.

"Am I too late?"

A gentle voice came from inside, and a figure walked into the main room.

He wore a scholarly black cardigan without any extra embellishments, with a formal white undergarment underneath. He wore a string of red jade beads on his wrist, black cotton and linen trousers, and black cloth shoes.

The first thing you notice is the scholarly atmosphere of ancient ink and tea, giving off a sense of detachment and indifference.

However, everyone present is an old friend and old rival; they all know each other well.

The one who seems most indifferent and unambitious is often the one with the greatest ambition.

As the only surviving member of an army of mixed-race soldiers, whose mother tragically perished in the war of aggression, his true ambitions are now crystal clear.

"The Wan family head is really something else, making so many people wait for him."

The old man sitting second to Nuwa's right spoke coldly, making no attempt to conceal the hostility and dissatisfaction in his tone.

"I apologize, I'm just very busy with official duties. Unlike the Chen family head of Chenshan, who has many children and can be a hands-off manager."

Wanzhou sat in his seat and replied with a smile, without even glancing at the Chen family head beside him.

Upon hearing Wanzhou mention the word "offspring," Chen Shan's hand gripping his cane tightened abruptly. The middle-aged man standing behind him lowered his head, burying his gloom deep within his eyes.

The expressions of two elderly people present also changed; they seemed somewhat dissatisfied with the meaning behind the Wanzhou dialect, but more than that, they were indifferent or even gloating.

Anyway, it wasn't their direct descendants who died, but the Chen family lost their third son of the younger generation. This was a direct slap in the face.

"The Wan family's behavior has become increasingly arrogant lately. They don't even bother to inform us before mobilizing the inner guards. Shouldn't the Wan family head bear the main responsibility for this?" Chen Shan said expressionlessly.

"We usually notify them," Wan Zhou said with a warm smile. "However, in special circumstances, a general in the field may not be bound by military orders."

"What constitutes a special circumstance?" Chen Shan persisted.

"This is a special case," Wanzhou said, dodging the question.

"you--."

"Alright, I invited Nuwa here not to listen to your arguments."

Chen Shan was about to say something more when he was interrupted by Zhou Zheng, the head of the Zhou family, who was sitting to the left of Nuwa. Zhou Zheng looked at Wan Zhou in front of him and said, "Tell me the details of this operation."

The two had argued more than once or twice, but Chen Shan never came out on top. Wan Zhou's words were always laced with barbs, and in the end, they would always make him so angry that his blood pressure would rise, and he would forget the pain as soon as the wound healed.

The others didn't pay attention to the argument between the two, and only looked at Wanzhou when Zhou Zheng finally brought up the important matter.

"There's not much to say. It's just an illegal gathering of mixed-race people organized by a dangerous Japanese mixed-race organizer, attended by some daydreamers, and involving 'banned drugs'."

17

Wanzhou said calmly, "The Imperial Guards sealed off the site of the illegal gathering and suppressed all the guests who were present."

"Suppression?" an old man asked with displeasure. He wore a long robe embroidered with the Tai Chi symbol, and his voice was hoarse and deep, as if it were rusted. "Your so-called suppression means leaving no one alive?"

"What do you mean 'not a single one left'?" Wanzhou shrugged and laughed. "It's just that we couldn't leave any survivors."

dong dong!

Chen Shan suddenly slammed his cane down, making a dull thud, and said coldly, his tone icy, "Was it that he couldn't leave any survivors, or that he didn't want to leave any survivors?"