Treat

"Dear student Lu Mingfei, this is a notification text message."

"You will go to Japan for a three-week exchange study as an exchange student at Cassel College Headquarters. Please prepare before 7:00 tomorrow morning. You will take the CC1000 express train to Chicago Airport. During the exchange study period, your

The course subjects will be graded by the Japanese branch. I wish you a happy study trip."

The message was quickly sent to Lu Mingfei's mobile phone. Chu Zihang and Fingel also received the text message with him.

This was Lu Mingfei's request. Originally, he was the only one eligible for this trip to Japan.

However, given the rare opportunity for actual combat, Lu Mingfei definitely wanted to let his two battle brothers go into battle, especially Chu Zihang. He needed a place where he could freely practice the use of Yanling Junyan.

"Captain, the car is ready!"

Fingel shouted loudly outside the Black Moon Pavilion, and he changed from a ruthless avenger back to the laughing loser.

The snow on the green Bermuda lawn melted quietly, and the dew dripping in the grass reflected the rising sun outside the Black Moon Pavilion.

Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang had very few things, except for a few symbolic changes of personal clothing and daily necessities - weapons.

Since everyone is researching the model armor, the equipment department's explosive output has been reduced a lot, with only about 300 metal storm explosives.

Although it was a little less, it was better than nothing. Lu Mingfei emptied it all in one breath, he just hoped not to use it too fast.

He carries the Jingyue sword wrapped in red silk on his back and carries a box containing the chain sword in his hand, preparing to transform into a pure holy melee warrior;

Chu Zihang had the alchemy weapon Murasame, so he didn't need another melee weapon, so he just took a bolt pistol;

As for Fingel, after staying in Kassel for so many years, he didn't have any personal weapons except pig knuckles.

In addition to the chainsword, Lu Mingfei also equipped him with a bursting bolt rifle - an experimental version of Watt Alheim, which can be turned into a super meat grinder when combined with metal storm bombs.

"Although I have heard about the special features of the Japanese branch... I feel that your current battle is more like being a terrorist."

Caesar Gattuso heard that all members of the Weeping Angels Society were on a mission and drove his Bugatti Veyron over early in the morning to watch and see them off.

"We are going to be exchange students."

Lu Mingfei said as he carried the suitcase containing the bolt gun and explosive bombs into the trunk of the car.

"This reason is very far-fetched. I believe you and Chu Zihang are exchange students, but Fingel..."

The noble prince's smile was as bright as the sun, and then he sighed:

"It's a pity. If the student union hadn't been busy, I would have wanted to follow you and have some fun."

"Maybe there will be a chance next time."

Lu Mingfei smiled and waved goodbye to him and got into the back seat of the Mercedes-Benz.

Chu Zihang simply nodded in greeting to his competitors who seemed like enemies but also seemed like friends, without showing too many emotions.

The Mercedes-Benz painted with bright red blood drops and marks drove out of the peaceful and peaceful campus against the newly falling morning glow. What awaited them next would undoubtedly be a bloody storm.

…

10:20pm Tokyo time.

The beautiful and majestic buildings like black crystal reflect the colorful prosperity of Tokyo, and the giant neon sign shines in the night sky - "Tamazo Mae Club".

"Tamamo-mae" is the name of the nine-tailed fox in mythology. She was a beauty who brought trouble to the world. She was born in India. She went to China and transformed into Daji to charm King Zhou. She was hunted down by Jiang Ziya. After escaping to Japan, she was favored by Emperor Toba.

Named Tamamo no Mae.

In the end, Onmyoji Abe Yasuchika and Abe Seimei killed her in Nasuno.

In Tokyo, the Tamamo-mae Club is a luxurious place where you can be entertained to death. Every man who comes here seems to have turned into the charming King Zhou, lost in the warm and fragrant soft jade of countless girls.

But today, it was unusually closed for business, but black cars were neatly parked at the door.

In the lobby on the first floor, the colorful camouflage colors and the dazzling lights reflecting on the crystal glass on the ground constitute the luxurious color in the vast space. The vermilion wooden stairs spiral along the four walls. Anyone who steps into Tamamo-mae for the first time will have a feeling.

It was an unreal feeling, as if I was taking off in the glow of the rays.

But the beautiful dancers who were supposed to be dancing disappeared, and were replaced by old people with solemn faces and black feathers, sitting silently around the U-shaped low table in the hall, with a bottle of sake in front of them.

.

The old man sitting at the end of the low table was wearing a navy blue kimono, holding a painted folding fan and shaking it gently, his eyebrows raised and his expression calm.

After about three minutes of silence, no one made a sound in the hall, and it was as solemn as a silent funeral.

The old man looked around and closed the painted folding fan in his hand. When the sapphire fan bone touched the low table, it made a crisp sound.

"Sheqi Bajia." The old man spoke word by word:

"Orange."

"source."

"Uesugi."

"Ryoma."

"Sakurai."

"Miyamoto."

"Wind Demon."

"Inuyama."

After such opening remarks, the hall was still silent.

Naturally, it is impossible for everyone here not to be familiar with these prestigious surnames spoken by the elderly.

The eight families of Sheqi.

The underground emperor of Japan, the largest gang organization in Japan, is also a Japanese mixed-race organization.

"Sixty-one years have passed since 1946, when Hilbert Jean Angers landed on Japanese soil and discussed with the eight Sheqi families on the establishment of the Japanese part of the Secret Party."

"61 years ago, he came to Japan alone, used sticks and knives to tear open the last fig leaf of Japan's defeat, and defeated the eight Sheqi families with absolute violence."

"Since then, the Japanese branch has been established."

"In the eyes of international hybrids, there are no so-called Sheqi Eight Families in Japan, only the Japanese branch."

"The Japanese branch of the Kassel Academy."

After speaking, the old man poured himself a glass of sake.

There were some changes in the hall. Some people sighed softly, some looked sad, and some clenched their fists unwillingly.

But no one yelled out loud, and most of them poured themselves some sake and toasted the old man.

"Sixty-one years have passed, and the Eight Sheqi Families are no longer the same as they used to be. But in the eyes of European secret parties, the Eight Sheqi Families are still the unattractive mixed-race organization from a defeated country."

"A 16-year-old child will come to Japan in the near future. Arranged by that man himself, he may explore the secrets and secrets of our family, or he may cause trouble in our family with unfounded things."

"But he is also very likely to represent the accountability of the European secret party, or even a sharp sword sent by Angers himself to slap us who are wary of expanding our autonomy."

"Gentlemen, how do you think we should treat him?"

the old man asked.

"Behead!"

Someone is venting their anger.

"Break him! Just like the other brats in our headquarters!"

Some people were furious.

…

The hall suddenly fell into the sound of fierce debate.

Some people think that this should be used to give the Secret Party a deterrent, while others think that it should be treated politely, paralyzing the Secret Party so that they can divert their attention, so that we can concentrate on developing our big plans...

"What you mean is - a treat."

The old man drank his third glass of sake and spoke in a low voice, instantly suppressing the noisy debate on the low table.

"Receive him with the highest courtesy and keep him under house arrest until the end of the exchange time."

"As the head of the Inuyama family and the former head of the Japanese branch, I received that man's rotten body on the day the Japanese branch was established in the cold winter of 1946 - there is no doubt that the Inuyama family will be fully responsible for this matter."

ps: I am recommending this Dragon Clan fanfic "Dragon Clan: Restarting the New World" written by a good friend along the way. It is a very rare Lunuo CP with a Jiangnan style of writing. I would like to give you your support, all fighting brothers.
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