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Chapter 333 Who fell in love with him/her first?

"Tachibana Masamune just talked to me. He said he wanted to add a group of elite law enforcement officers to the Enforcement Bureau."

"I tested three of them. They all have strong bloodlines and are very experienced in combat, but they don't seem to be very clear-headed. Or, they are more like humanoid weapons without independent consciousness."

"I didn't ask Tachibana Masamune about the origins of this group of people in detail, but Crow collected a piece of information that might be related. Tachibana Masamune talked to a middle-aged Chinese man for a long time in the car tonight."

"That man's name is Chen Jun."

"I asked Kaguya to look up this name, but found nothing. This man seemed to have appeared out of thin air, as did the newly added law enforcement officers. Their life files were blank. All we know is that they flew to Japan from Siberia two days ago."

"..."

"Okay, I understand. I will pay attention to the progress of the Yanliu Research Institute and find the whereabouts of the White King as soon as possible. Keep in touch."

The call ended and a dull busy tone rang out from the receiver.

Yuan Zhisheng put the phone back into the pocket of his windbreaker and took out a box of slightly wrinkled Soft Seven Stars.

There is only one cigarette left in the box.

Yuan Zhisheng held the cigarette in his mouth, took out a lighter with one hand, and slightly bent the other hand to resist the cold wind.

"Hush...huh..."

The flames licked the tobacco, making a rustling sound.

A cool breeze blew up from somewhere on the mountain, crossed the steel forest of tall buildings, and blew to the rooftop where Yuan Zhisheng was.

The wind blew the hem of Yuan Zhisheng's long black coat into fluttering shapes, and his half-grown black hair fluttered freely in the wind like reeds growing wildly by a pond.

Yuan Zhisheng took a deep puff of his cigarette, and the spark from the cigarette butt flickered brightly in the deep night.

He was on the rooftop of a high-rise building in the center of Tokyo. Below the rooftop, cars and horses were flowing like water and horses were dragons, and people were coming and going shoulder to shoulder.

Tokyo is a city without night.

Before the night falls, neon lights of all colors light up one after another, and thousands of lights are burning in the towering skyscrapers, covering the bright moonlight in the sky.

If Tokyo is compared to a human being, then the streets are its blood vessels, and the millions of residents are red blood cells. They form streams of fresh blood that flow non-stop in Tokyo's blood vessels.

Tokyo is a vibrant and prosperous city, but at this moment, this prosperity is too fragile.

Yuan Zhisheng gazed out from the edge of the rooftop, looking at the colorful ocean made up of the colorful lights below, and he took another deep puff of his cigarette.

Japan is becoming increasingly dangerous.

The resurrected White King is lurking somewhere, and might burst out of the ground and destroy the world in the next second.

The Eight Clans of Sheqi were controlled by people with evil ambitions and became tools to help the tyrant.

The uninvited guests from Siberia have gradually infiltrated the Eight Clans of Sheqi, and no one knows what their intentions are.

Also, the man whose name is Zhou Xuan.

Yuan Zhisheng certainly knew Zhou Xuan, the dragon-slaying hero who was a powerful figure in Kassel Academy and had made many military achievements.

He originally thought that Zhou Xuan had died in the annihilation battle between Bronze and Fire King Norton, but now it seems that this was obviously just an illusion.

Yuan Zhisheng didn't know why Zhou Xuan faked his death, why he came to Japan, and why he wanted to destroy Herzog's plan.

He couldn't see through this man at all, neither his heart nor his strength.

Why are there such horrible hybrids among the descendants of the Black King?
Or is he actually a dragon king?
Yuan Zhisheng was confused and couldn't figure it out, but he was clear about one thing.

The current situation in Japan is extremely volatile and ready to explode, like a barrel full of gunpowder. Any spark will lead to an earth-shattering explosion.

This may be the most dangerous place in the world.

At this moment, a sound of footsteps so light that ordinary people could not detect came from behind Yuan Zhisheng.

Yuan Zhisheng did not look back.

He knew the person coming was Sakura.

Only Sakura, who has received ninja training for many years and has mastered hiding her whereabouts into an instinct, could have such light footsteps.

If it were a Yaksha or a Crow, those two rough guys who had lost sight of high tastes would have screamed and howled like ghosts. Besides, no matter how expensive the perfume was, it could not cover up the smell of tobacco and alcohol on their bodies.

"Master, it's late at night and it's very cold outside."

Sakura, wearing a smart women's suit and with neat short black hair, walked behind Gen Chisei.

She took a thick coat from her arms, stood on tiptoe, and gently draped it over Yuan Zhisheng's shoulders.

The coat has a light and clean scent of white cherry blossoms.

"Thanks, Ying, you should go and rest first." Yuan Zhisheng gently patted Ying's hand on his shoulder.

Ying didn't say anything, but just took a half step back and hid naturally in Yuan Zhisheng's shadow, just like she had done thousands of times over the past ten years.

It was already very late at night, and everything was silent. The quiet darkness spread silently like a vine.

Neither Gen Chisei nor Sakura spoke, and the slightly cool wind whistled between them.

"Ying." Yuan Zhisheng suddenly spoke.

"I'm here," Sakura replied softly.

"You..." Yuan Zhisheng turned around with a cigarette in his mouth, "I remember Yasha and Crow were clamoring for a vacation every day, wanting to go to a mixed bath in a hot spring or something like that, how about taking a vacation now?"

"Ask them if there's any place they want to go, or why not just travel abroad? Paris, France, Norway, Australia, or the United States, and let them have a good vacation."

"However, if Crow and Yasha go by themselves, God knows what kind of mess these two bastards will make. Sakura, you should go with them and keep an eye on them."

"Besides, you've had a hard time these past few years. Crow broke his leg and needs someone to take care of him. You..."

The more Yuan Zhisheng spoke, the lower his voice became, and the more he spoke, the more he felt that he was really tongue-tied.

He slowly lowered his head, not daring to look directly into Sakura's clear, bright and clean eyes.

In the end, Yuan Zhisheng fell into silence, with his brows drooped and not uttering a word.

After a long time, Ying suddenly said, "Master, can you give me a cigarette?"

Hearing this, Yuan Zhisheng was stunned for a moment: "Ying, I remember you don't smoke. Before, you said that cigarettes would..."

"Tobacco will rot your bones and slow down your movements." Ying took over Yuan Zhisheng's words, "But how can I not know how to smoke?"

Sakura's bright eyes suddenly curved slightly, and a faint smile appeared in the corners of her eyebrows and eyes. Her soft and smiling face was like a pure and flawless white cherry blossom.

"Which child who grew up in a war zone doesn't know how to smoke? After all, the only useful things on those corpses, besides guns and food, are cigarettes." "Young Master, it was me who taught you how to smoke." Ying smiled faintly and looked at Yuan Zhisheng quietly.

"Really?" Yuan Zhisheng was a little confused.

Memories covered with the dust of time quietly flowed upstream, and the bizarre past flashed through Yuan Zhisheng's mind.

At that time, he had just turned eighteen years old. He came from the mountains to the big city of Tokyo and gained his first retainer, Sakura.

At that time, Yuan Zhisheng was not as calm as he is now. He was just a child who had just become an adult.

Children always like to find ways to fill their restless thoughts with all kinds of things from the adult world, as if this can prove that they are no longer a child but have become an adult.

The same was true of Yuan Zhisheng at that time.

Seeing that every family member was smoking a cigarette, he thought it was a sign of adulthood, very cool and mature.

So, Yuan Zhisheng went to a convenience store and secretly bought a pack of cigarettes. He pretended to be very skilled and took a deep puff, and then... he almost coughed out his lungs.

Sakura, who was following behind him, witnessed the whole somewhat funny scene and taught Gen Chisei how to smoke.

Thinking of this, Yuan Zhisheng inexplicably wanted to laugh.

The memories of the past came flooding back like the tide. The self in those memories was so green, so immature, and so naive.

The first time he drank, he became unconscious, yelled and talked nonsense, and almost got into a fight with a trash can on the side of the road.

The first time I sneaked into a brothel in Shinjuku district, I stood at the door for half an hour because I was timid and shy. Then I was approached by a scantily clad young lady and ran away in embarrassment.

The first time I killed someone, I was so sick of the blood and colorful internal organs that I leaned against the wall to vomit and couldn't sleep all night.

first……

In these countless first times that were either immature, childish, or fragile, Gen Chisei was never alone. Sakura always stood silently in the shadow corner behind him.

If a girl witnessed all the childishness, playfulness, temper, impulsiveness and idiocy of your youth, how could you not fall in love with her?
Why would you want her to leave your side?

Yuan Zhisheng took a deep puff of the cigarette and exhaled a puff of white smoke that blurred his expression.

"Young Master, can you give me a cigarette?" Ying said softly.

Yuan Zhisheng took out the cigarette box and found it was empty: "Sorry."

"Young Master, you always forget to buy cigarettes. I really can't do anything about you." Ying's tone sounded somewhat reproachful.

She took two steps forward and came in front of Yuan Zhisheng.

Sakura's fair and soft face was close at hand, and Yuan Zhisheng smelled a familiar scent of white cherry blossoms that made him feel at ease.

She stretched out two fingers as white as green onions and gently pinched the half-smoked cigarette in Yuan Zhisheng's mouth. Then, with a turn of her wrist, she brought the cigarette to her slightly pale red lips.

"Master, I know what you are thinking."

Ying slowly smoked the cigarette and gently leaned her head on Yuan Zhisheng's strong chest.

"I forgot which book I read it in: This world is full of death, and my home is where my heart is at peace."

"I grew up in a war zone. Death is not something strange to me. I am not afraid of it."

At this point, Sakura paused.

She stretched out her arms slowly, the movement paused in mid-air for a moment, but finally fell down firmly.

Sakura hugged Yuan Zhisheng, her slender body trembling slightly.

"This is my choice, Zhisheng, don't let me go."

"If I die, I hope you can cry for me."

"Zhisheng, please don't die."

A cool breeze came from nowhere, blowing away the smell of tobacco lingering in the air. The neon lights in the distance fell on the two people, but the shadows they cast were seamlessly integrated.

Yuan Zhisheng didn't say anything else.

He hugged Sakura tightly.

……

At the same time, Tokyo Narita Airport, immigration hall.

An old man in a suit and tie with white hair walked up to the counter of Ayanokouji Kaoru and handed over his passport with a smile: "Hello."

Ayanokouji Kaoru turned over the photo page of her passport, and suddenly her heartbeat quickened. She immediately looked up at the old man in front of her.

Ayanokouji Kaoru is 26 years old this year and has worked in the immigration hall of Narita Airport for six years. Her daily job is to sit at this counter and examine one foreign passenger after another.

The handsome guys she had met were as numerous as the Romantic French, the amorous and flirtatious Italian, the melancholy and deep Latin, and the gentle and jade-like Asian, etc.

It can be said that Ayanokouji Kaoru has seen all the handsome faces in the world. From then on, she became indifferent to the external appearance of men and was no longer sensitive to the beauty or ugliness of men.

It doesn't matter if you are handsome or ugly, as long as you look like the photo in your passport.

However, when looking at the old man in front of him, Ayanokouji Kaoru suddenly found that his infatuated abilities had been restored.

The old man in front of me was wearing a very tasteful plaid jacket, an old white shirt that smelled of sunshine, an elegant purple scarf tucked into his collar, and a pair of tortoise-shell glasses on his high nose bridge.

The old man smiled faintly, and there was not a trace of turbidity from the passage of time in his bright eyes. Instead, they were clear and deep like a cold pond in the forest.

"Is...is this your first time in Japan?" Ayanokouji Fumio asked a little nervously.

"That's not the case. This is my second time in Japan. The last time I also entered from Tokyo. The scenery in Kagoshima and Hakone is very beautiful." The old man replied.

"But I don't see any record of you entering or leaving Japan in your passport." Ayanokouji Fumio was a little confused.

"The last time I came to Japan was in 1945. I came here as a representative of the occupation forces on a cruiser of the US Navy." The old man handed over a certificate of retired military officer. "At that time, there was no Narita Airport. This place was still a ruin."

"Oh, so that's how it is. Sorry, sorry!" Ayanokouji Fumio quickly bent down to apologize, while taking a look at his officer's ID.

She couldn't believe that the bookish man in front of her had once been a soldier, and a senior officer in the Naval General Staff.

"He became a senior officer in 1945, so how old is he now?" Ayanokouji Fumio secretly glanced at the old man and happened to meet his warm and gentle eyes.

A deer was jumping wildly in Ayanokouji Kaoru's heart. She quickly lowered her head, hurriedly finished stamping the passport, and then handed it to the old man with both hands.

"Welcome to Japan again, Mr. Hilbert Jean Angers."

(End of this chapter)