Dragon Clan: Dragon Slayer Wizard, professional dragon slayer

Chapter 60: Playing in the Gym
On a bustling night in Tokyo, black high-end cars drove toward the suburbs in an orderly manner. Several black motorcycles were lined up on both sides of the convoy like bat wings.

The convoy occupied all lanes, and all traffic moved out of the way. Although there were far fewer pedestrians on the sidewalks on both sides, there were still some people taking photos of the convoy.

The motorcyclists escorting both sides of the motorcade tacitly grasped the time to be wary of the crowds taking photos on both sides, and beware of "Assassin's Creed" incidents.

In the Mercedes-Benz sedan in the second row of the motorcade, a handsome and fair-skinned man with a touch of femininity looked out the window at the envious passers-by, wondering what he was thinking.

"Children, what are you thinking about?" A silver-haired old man wearing a simple white kimono next to the man said with a smile.

"Nothing, Mr. Masamune." Yuan Zhisheng withdrew his gaze. The flashing neon lights and noisy whistles outside the window were instantly forgotten, and his eyes were a little tired:
"I'm just a little tired."

"Young people should rest on time when they should rest." Mr. Masamune smiled lightly, and then changed the subject:
"By the way, why didn't you see Yasha and Crow today? Even the girl next to you is missing."

Yuan Zhisheng touched the scabbard of the classical sword lying on his leg and said calmly:
"It's nothing. The headquarters sent a commissioner over because they wanted to catch a wanted criminal. I asked the three of them to pick him up."

"Headquarters...over there in the United States?" Mr. Masamune couldn't help but straighten up when he heard these words, and a cautious look flashed in his clear eyes.

"Don't worry." Yuan Zhisheng closed his eyes and lay on the valuable backrest:
"Same as before, not a big shot, but this time the notice was given by the college, not the usual instructions from the execution department."

"Oh?" Mr. Masamune narrowed his eyes slightly after hearing this.

"I hope so."

……

The pouring rain sprinkled on the roof of the shrine, and row after row of motorcades were parked at the foot of the mountain. The car doors opened slowly and uniformly. Men in black clothes had white sheaths on their waists, surrounded by seven people holding paper umbrellas. The crowd slowly walked towards the mountain.

These seven people were dressed in formal kimonos. The men wore black patterned haori and the women wore black fusode. They wore white socks and clogs. They looked ahead and walked extremely steadily.

After the seven people entered the main hall, they first bowed deeply to the vermilion stone wall behind the silver-haired old man sitting directly in front, and then everyone slowly took their seats in order.

Then, a large number of men in black formal suits were like a flock of crows, quietly and orderly guarding the door, like sculptures.

Mr. Masamune, who was sitting on the main seat, looked around and saw that everyone was here except for the seat on the right, which was empty. He couldn't help but nodded, and gently clicked the black folding fan on the table. The crisp sound means the beginning of the party.

Mr. Masamune was talking eloquently above, while Minamoto Chisei, who was sitting at the front on the left, was kneeling on his seat. He seemed to be listening attentively, but in fact his thoughts were wandering to nowhere.

This is a routine family meeting. Compared with the summary meeting at the end of the year, it is not that important.

The only things discussed were trivial issues, such as whether a certain industry should be more restrained, or whether the Executive Bureau should be more civilized when going out on missions.

"I'm so envious... I don't have to attend such a trivial meeting." Yuan Zhisheng's eyes looked at the person opposite him on the right, which was empty.

That was the position of the head of the Uesugi family, and she was the only one in the entire Sheqi family to have such a privilege.

Even Amaterasu like himself couldn't say no to these meetings. Time passed minute by minute, and Mr. Masamune's speaking speed gradually slowed down.

At this time, Yuan Zhisheng, who was kneeling on his seat, straightened his back slightly, with a look of liberation in his eyes.

According to his understanding of Mr. Masamune, usually when his speaking speed slows down, it means that this boring meeting is about to end.

As Minamoto expected, after Mr. Masamune read the last note, he raised the wine glass on the table with a kind smile on his face:
"Thank you all for taking the time to listen to these words from this old man today. I have relied on you to take care of me and barely maintained this family for many years. Many things were not done perfectly, which caused you trouble."

"Mr. Masamune is taking care of us." Gen Zhisheng, who was sitting in the front seat on the left, immediately picked up the wine glass on the table and stood up, with a hint of impatience in his tone.

"Mr. Masamune is taking care of us!" Everyone stood up and said in unison.

Mr. Masamune, who was sitting in the main seat, smiled and nodded, knocking down the wine glass in his hand. The others also moved forward in tacit agreement, and then put the wine glass to their mouths.

"Bam—"

Just when everyone was about to finish the last procedure of this meeting, suddenly, the originally closed door suddenly burst open, and a figure was thrown in from the door with a "whoosh" like an arrow leaving the string, and went straight It hit the green tatami!
Everyone's expressions suddenly changed. What's more, they directly grasped the handle of the weapon in their hands, looking straight out the door with coldness in their eyes.

"It seems I came at the right time." A clear young voice slowly came from outside the door.

Under the focused eyes of everyone in the room, the sound of clogs was clear and sweet, and a paper umbrella slowly emerged in the night. The large characters "Let the world come first" on the paper umbrella were dripping with ink.

Then a young man wearing a printed kimono, wearing white socks and clogs, and holding a figure that looked like a dead pig in his left hand, slowly appeared in front of everyone.

The young man's bright brown eyes looked at everyone in the venue calmly. He gently put aside the paper umbrella in his hand, and then threw the person in his hand like garbage in front of Yuan Zhisheng in the front, and then He clapped his hands and said with a relaxed smile:
"Long Kui, Kassel College, Grade 07 student, thank you to the seniors from the Japanese branch for your hospitality."

Yuan Zhisheng lowered his head and glanced at the two people lying on the ground, his pupils dilated for a second.

Yaksha and crow.

His left and right arms were lying peacefully on the ground with their eyes closed at this time.

"How courageous, where are the guards?!" The head of the Feng Mo family had a gloomy look on his resolute face and asked in a deep voice with great momentum.

"No need to shout." Long Kui snapped his fingers with a calm expression, and all the doors and windows in the palace suddenly burst open like paper.

Then everyone in the inner hall couldn't help but look outside. Then the pupils of these big shots, who had always been calm and collected, suddenly shrank, with expressions of disbelief on their faces.

Starting from the top of the mountain, the guards in black, who looked like a flock of crows, were all lying on the ground like wheat that had been harvested.

This spectacular black human body painting stretches from the top of the mountain to the bottom of the mountain!
(End of this chapter)