Dragon Clan: They're all insane, and you still want me to slay dragons?

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"I'm afraid that's not very convenient."

Wang Jiang flatly refused John Wick. Kazama Ruri had just met with the prince of Northern Qi not long ago, so how could he possibly reveal his plan to her face?

"Then I'll wait and see."

"The Snake Clan, Kassel, the Northern Qi prince—all the unexpected factors have been eliminated. I have a feeling that our plan will have a perfect ending this time."

Wang threw the Japanese koi he had just caught back into the pond, baited it, and cast the hook back into the water, waiting for the next foolish fish to take the bait.

……

Tokyo, Shinjuku Ward.

Among the cluster of gray buildings, Genji Heavy Industries, encased in iron-gray glass curtain walls, stands out particularly, like a black iron monument, solemn and imposing.

The top floor of Genji Heavy Industries was a huge, luxurious, yet incredibly silent prison.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows lay the bustling Tokyo nightscape, while inside, toys of varying prices, crammed together like a silent museum. The whole world was a blurry reflection seen through the window for the girl.

Erii Uesugi, dressed in a red and white shrine maiden outfit, with her dark red hair tied back with a ribbon, sat in front of the French windows, her bright eyes and white teeth filled with seriousness as she looked at the toys labeled in front of her, her heart conflicted as she weighed her options.

This is Erii's little yellow duck; I want to take it with me.

This is Erii's electric toothbrush; I'll take it with me.

This is Erii's nightcap; I'll take it with me.

Erii was preparing for her seventeenth runaway. All seventeen previous attempts to run away from home had failed. The furthest she had ever gone was to a streetlamp less than ten meters from the entrance of Genji Heavy Industries.

After summarizing the lessons learned from the failure, Erii felt that her preparations were inadequate.

Every time Erii escapes the Genji Heavy Industries building, a sense of fear arises within her—a fear of being hurt by this world, and a fear of unintentionally hurting it.

She was destined not to belong to this world. Apart from this seemingly cozy but actually prison-like bedroom, and the intensive care unit of Genji Heavy Industries, there was no place for her in this world.

In that case, why not just pack up her things from the bedroom and take them with her?

Pack up her belongings, the things that give her a sense of security, and take them with her. That way, wherever she goes, that will be her home, and she will never feel afraid when she is at home.

Erii thought she was a genius.

The pink bed sheet, laid flat on the carpet, was used to pack Erii's personal toys and supplies. One by one, the girl placed the tagged toys and daily necessities on the sheet, each item irreplaceable.

"Dong dong dong..."

A gentle knock sounded at the door: "Eri, may I come in?"

Oh no, it's my brother!

Erii was so frightened that her pretty face turned pale. She clenched her ten delicate toes tightly, her tension reaching its peak. Only then did she realize that her brother hadn't said goodnight to her yet.

Erii clapped her hands twice, a secret signal between her, her brother, and her father.

As girls grow up, they need their own private space. Girls' rooms should not be entered by men casually, not even their brothers or fathers.

Because Erii couldn't speak, she would clap her hands or tap something to signal her brother.

When Erii's brother comes to find her, he knocks on the door first. If she doesn't allow him to come in, he claps once. If she asks the person outside to wait a moment, he claps twice. If she allows the person outside to come in immediately, he claps three times.

Erii has never clapped her hands only once. Her brother and father are very important family members, and they would be very sad if they looked for her and she avoided them.

She hurriedly packed her toys and personal belongings with a bed sheet, pushed them to the French windows, drew the curtains to block the window and the bundle, and then ran to the door, pretending nothing had happened, and nervously opened the door a crack with her lips pursed.

The moment the door opened, Genji was slightly taken aback.

Through the crack in the door, Genji could clearly see the unease and tension on Erii's face. It was the tension of being caught doing something wrong. Lying and concealing things were still too difficult for his little sister.

Behind the girl with her tense features was a corner of the room that looked like it had been ransacked. The toys that filled the bookshelves and cabinets were gone, the girly pink sheets on the small bed were nowhere to be seen, and a big bulge was bulging under the tightly drawn curtains.

Genjiro was both amused and exasperated. He could tell at a glance that Erii was making "meticulous preparations" before running away from home, and this time she had learned to pack her things before leaving.

Amidst both laughter and tears, Yuan Zhisheng couldn't help but feel somewhat moved.

Even though she knew that opening the door might expose her plan to run away from home, Erii still opened the door for him. This little sister is just too cute.

"I heard a noise from the room just now. Did something happen?"

Genji deliberately avoided looking into Erii's room, pretending not to notice Erii's "ambition".

"Running away from home" is one of the very few things that can bring Erii genuine joy, and it's also the only "adventure" that belongs to Erii. Since they can't go far anyway, Genjiro is happy to cooperate with Erii's actions.

Erii pursed her lips, her ten slender fingers fluttering like butterflies, her sign language speed even faster than Itachi Uchiha's six hand seals per second.

I just tripped and fell in my bedroom.

"Where did you fall? Does it hurt?" Genjiro understood Erii's sign language; he could understand most of her sign language.

Erii continued to form hand seals at the speed that Itachi Uchiha used to amaze Kakashi and bring him to tears.

It hurts a little, but Erii isn't afraid.

Her delicate little feet, clad in a scarlet skirt and trousers, were bare on the carpet, her ten toes tightly clenched. The girl, who had just finished performing hand seals, trembled slightly on her slender shoulders, her eyes darting left and right, her face even paler than Kakashi's after using Kamui.

Like Gao Kui, Erii is also someone who cannot lie.

"Eri is so strong!" Genji gave Erii a thumbs up.

The longer she delayed, the greater the chance that her brother would find out she was running away from home. The girl was so anxious that tears were about to fall, and she continued to form hand seals.

Is something wrong, brother?

Seeing his sister so anxious, Yuan Zhisheng secretly apologized and decisively stopped: "It's nothing, I just came to see if you were asleep and to say goodnight."

I'm going to sleep soon, brother, you should go to sleep early too.

Go to sleep early. Genji was filled with emotion after understanding Erii's sign language. However, since becoming the director of the executive bureau and taking over some of the affairs of the Snake Clan, he had hardly had a good night's sleep. He also truly understood why his father would leave in a hurry every time he saw him and Genji when he was a child.

Later I learned that the lamp in my father's study illuminated the path forward for the Japanese underworld.

"Da da da……"

As I was lost in thought, the elevator doors at the end of the corridor opened, and Sakura Yabuki, dressed in a formal suit and high-heeled shoes, walked toward me with a serious expression.

The top floor of Genji Heavy Industries is the living area for the upper echelons of the Snake Clan. It is heavily guarded, and ordinary members of the Snake Clan will not easily go up to the top floor unless it is urgent, not even Yabuki Sakura.

I knew it.

Good night, go to sleep early.

Genji gave Erii a calm and serene smile, and then closed Erii's door behind him. He didn't want any trivial or dirty things in his work or life to pollute his sister's pure world.

He had lost a younger brother, and although he had recently found him again and the younger brother had mysteriously turned into a younger sister, in Genji's heart, his younger brother Genji was still dead.

He would do everything in his power to protect his remaining younger sister.

Chapter 145 The world is in chaos

Genji raised a finger to make a shushing gesture, and led Yabuki Sakura to the floor-to-ceiling window at the end of the corridor. His expression turned serious, and his sharp eyes returned to normal.

"What's the matter?"

Genjiro was mentally prepared to hear some big news. Sakura Yabuki wouldn't easily go to the top floor; she had the right and ability to handle most trivial matters.

However, even though Genjiro was mentally prepared, the beautiful girl's report still shocked him beyond measure.

Sakura Yabuki pulled out her phone, opened the memo app, and reported with a grim expression: "Just in the last half hour, the Numa-Karaku-kai of Taito Ward, the Hido-gumi of Setagaya Ward, the Kobayashi-gumi and Maeda-gumi of Shinjuku Ward... the Shin-Ei-kai of Saitama Prefecture, the Tendou-kai of Chiba Prefecture, the GPS of Gunma Prefecture..."

The strongholds and properties of a total of 6 Class A gangs, 33 Class B gangs, and 174 Class C gangs in the Chubu, Kanto, Tohoku, and Hokkaido regions were simultaneously attacked by a joint attack from yakuza gangs led by the Bando Alliance and the Shikoku Alliance.

The enemy's firearms include, but are not limited to, submachine guns, improvised explosive devices, and mortars. So far, our side has counted over 400 dead and six or seven hundred seriously or lightly wounded...

"Damn it, have the Ghosts gone mad?!"

With each name of a gang under the Snake Clan that Yabuki Sakura recited, Genji's face darkened further. After all the gang names were read out, and upon hearing that the other side had even used powerful firearms, Genji cursed out loud.

The C-rank, or powerful, third-generation gangs under the Sheqi Hachike were almost simultaneously struck by gangs under the Menggui Clan, indicating that the latter were determined to fight the Sheqi Hachike to the death.

It's important to understand that not every one of these nearly two hundred gangs is an extremely violent organization. Even in extremely violent gangs, not all members are thugs or gunmen.

Times have changed. The old ways of fighting and killing are no longer popular. Nowadays, gangs compete based on their background and ability to make money.

Take the Swamp Raven Society as an example. It is an organization that engages in the sex industry and mainly makes a living by shooting amateur films and photo albums. Most of the more than two hundred members on the underwater book are engaged in sales, brokerage, talent scouts and the like. There are only about twenty professional knife-wielders, and the reserve of firearms is even more limited. Only a few high-ranking members above the rank of 'wagoto' have a few small handguns.

The same applies to other organizations engaged in freight, trade, smuggling, security, real estate, and steel; they are primarily focused on making money, and truly professional knife-wielders and gunmen make up only a small fraction of them.

The Snake Clan has tens of thousands of members in its underworld network, but only about seven or eight thousand are actually capable of fighting. A casualty rate of 13% in about half an hour is terrifying. According to America's standards, a unit with a 30% casualty rate is highly likely to be completely incapacitated.

They are not soldiers; they are just a yakuza group. It can be said that the power of the Snake Clan has been severely damaged.

What's even more troublesome is that the Oni Clan launched an indiscriminate attack this time, and almost every well-known gang under the Sheqi Eight Families was attacked.

This kind of frenzied, all-out war is unprecedented. Countless battles with the Demons in the past seem like mere skirmishes in the face of this massive operation.

"Have the patriarch and the heads of the five outer families been notified?"

The power of the Snake Clan has suffered an unprecedented blow. Such a major event is definitely not something that he, as the young master, can decide.

"The Liaison Department has immediately notified the heads of each family and the elders of the Strategic Department. According to them, when they contacted the heads of the families, Lord Tachibana Masamune was being questioned by the Commissioner of the National Police Agency and the Minister of Defense..."

Damn it, even the head of the Ministry of Defense is getting involved.

In the past, the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department and local police headquarters have always dealt with the Hebi-Hachi family. This is the first time in recent years that they have dealt with the Ministry of Defense.

This means that, in the eyes of the Japanese authorities, the conflict between the Snake-Headed Eight Families and the Demon Clan is no longer a simple gang fight or brawl, but has escalated into a terrorist activity that threatens national security.

“And…” Sakura Yabuki looked at the memo in her hand again.

Yuan Zhisheng was in a complete panic: "How come there are still more?"

Nearly two hundred gangs were attacked at the same time, and the old man was held accountable by the police chief and the defense chief. Isn't that all?

"One of our company's cargo ships suddenly lost contact with us in the Pacific Ocean. The ship was carrying 24 Tomahawk missiles, 4 F-15 fighter jets, Apache attack helicopters, and a quantity of ammunition that we had just smuggled from the United States, with a total value exceeding 20 billion US dollars..."

Yuan Zhisheng knew about that cargo ship; it was a large-scale military purchase that his father and the heads of the eight families jointly approved, and it was related to the security system deployment of the Snake-Headed Eight Families for the next ten years.

For this arms purchase, the Sheqi Eight Families spent over a billion US dollars on bribes and smoothed things over at multiple points, which allowed four F-15 fighter jets and 24 Tomahawk missiles to be "destroyed" or "retired" from the front lines of US defense under various pretexts.

Compared to the Snake Clan, who smuggled such high-end weapons in secret, the Demon Clan's use of submachine guns and mortars in their fights was already quite restrained.

Unfortunately, those valuable items that the Snake Clan spent a fortune to acquire are now most likely sunk to the bottom of the Pacific Ocean.

Genjiro was dizzy and confused. He quickly lit a cigarette and asked in a low voice, "Was this also done by the Oni Clan?"

"It's highly likely that it's difficult to buy those high-value items and transport them to Japan, but it's very easy to sink them in the Pacific Ocean."

"Is there any other bad news?"