Starting from the Dragon Tribe

Narita Airport, immigration hall.

Kaoru Ayanokouji carried out the boring work as usual, asking the immigrants about their purpose of visit, checking their passports, and stamping "Entry Permitted".

But suddenly there was a commotion in the airport lobby, with rapid braking sounds, screams, and uniform footsteps. She also looked up at the surveillance screen outside, and was also startled.

There were more than a dozen Mercedes-Benz cars outside, and the road was blocked. Men in black suits poured into the airport reception hall from different entrances. Their waists were bulging, and they must be hiding weapons such as daggers or firearms. The men in black They walked side by side and blocked all the exits. No one dared to try to pass through. Just looking into the solemn eyes of those people made them want to retreat.

Underworld!

She immediately reached out and wanted to call the airport guards for help. This was an international airport, how dare they! ?

But after dialing the buttons, she found that the phone was unresponsive. She looked back in shock and found that the phone line had been cut off. Standing in front of him was a fierce-looking man holding a short knife, which made her scream. Make a sound.

"Yaksha."

At this time, the men in black separated and made way for a young man wearing a black trench coat. He was so young, but the gangsters all nodded and stood, as if they did not dare to look directly at the king.

The man with a ferocious face straightened up when his name was called, and quickly comforted the girl in front of him: "I'm sorry for causing you any trouble, we'll leave after picking up the person."

After saying that, he returned to the young man.

Only then did Xun regain his consciousness and raised his head, looking at the young man strolling into the airport. He had feminine features like a woman, but his eyes were so cold and stern, which filled his whole person with a chilling aura. No wonder he could calm so many people. Although he is still a young man, he must have a high status in the underworld, right?

"Why haven't you met anyone yet?"

Yuan Zhisheng looked into the hall, and the people he glanced at were avoiding each other, as if they had been stabbed by a knife.

The passengers waiting for the flight thought they had encountered some kind of terrorist attack. With the first person taking the lead, they squatted down with their heads in their hands, like dominoes.

"It is said to be the principal's special plane. It is always on time. They should have landed by now."

Sakura pushed up her glasses and spoke from behind Yuan Zhisheng.

Xun in front of the counter also calmed down. These gangsters were fierce, but they did not hurt anyone after controlling the situation, and they did not do anything extraordinary. Could it be that they were here to pick people up as the murderous man said just now?

But what kind of person is it that allows the underworld to mobilize forces like this? The head of the Italian mafia?

Yuan Zhisheng raised his hand and looked at the time, feeling a little dissatisfied. He hated people who were not punctual.

Originally, "receiving" commissioners from the headquarters was usually done by people below. If they were "big shots", at most they would be received by the head of the Inuyama family, the former branch chief. No matter what, it would not be his turn. The child "condescended" to pick him up at the airport.

But the family got news at the last minute. The visiting group sent by the academy this time was different from the cats and dogs in the past. They seemed to be real elites, and among them was a newly promoted S-class!

S-level seemed to sound powerful, but Yuan Zhisheng didn't care at first. He believed that except for legendary dragon slayers like the principal, S-level students only represented higher bloodlines, which did not mean they were super powerful.

And if we were to simply talk about the purity of the dragon bloodline, how could anyone from the academy headquarters compare to him?

But when he read the information that Ying handed to him, he understood why his father asked him to pick him up at the airport.

The young man named Lu Chen actually had two battles with third generation species in less than half a year, and one of his opponents was captured alive and the other was beheaded.

This is not the kind of child who will kneel down and cry bitterly shouting "I want to go back to the academy" after being frightened by the Japanese seniors. This is a lion king. Now that the lion king has come to their territory and is ready to roar, they naturally also Be prepared for an attack.

This is not a pick-up ceremony, but a confrontation between our family and the college headquarters. He is our family's sharp sword since he was a child!

The meaning of our family is very simple. Since the academy sends out the best young people, they also want the best head of the Genji family to come forward.

So Yuan Zhisheng was fully armed today, wearing the black trench coat that Sakura had customized for him a few days ago, and holding the ancient alchemy sword Spider Kiri, like a samurai about to go into battle.

He knew that the Secret Party had received some unfavorable news about our family, but it would be too whimsical to send just a few children to intimidate our family. Our family sent him out just to let the Secret Party know that this is no longer the Japan of more than sixty years ago. Got it!

Now in Japan, your European secret party has the final say, the Sheqi Eight Families have the final say!

Come on, I want to see what level the elites in this department are.

The clear and melodious sound of clogs rang out in the quiet hall. Kaoru Ayanokouji turned her head and opened her cherry mouth slightly in surprise.

What came into view were three young people wearing printed kimonos of the same texture. They had white sock clogs at their feet. The front one of the three paper umbrellas was painted with fluttering red maples. The left paper umbrella was painted with white cranes and chrysanthemums. The right paper umbrella was painted with white cranes and chrysanthemums. The umbrella is the four characters "天下一一一" written by Mo Yi.

On the waist from left to right are a long knife with a black sheath, a dark red Tang Dao, and a bold hunting knife with a wide handle.

Kaoru Ayanokouji was stunned, thinking, could it be that everything I saw today was fake, a dream, or a movie?

Yuan Zhisheng was also stunned. What group did the headquarters send this time? Jian Hao's delegation?

The three swordsmen walked through the hall as if there was no one around, as if they didn't see the tourists squatting down and holding their heads, and they were talking to themselves.

"Why are they squatting down? Is it possible that this is Japan's special waiting etiquette?"

Tang Dao Swordsman asked in confusion.

"Maybe, Japan is a very polite country."

The Hunting Swordsman prides himself on being a Japan expert... His lack of Japanese doesn't mean he is a Japan expert.

"Then shall we do as the Romans do? I don't want to be thought of as a rude person."

Tang Swordsman joked with a smile.

But the swordsman interrupted him, "They are more like hostages in a terrorist attack."

In an instant, the Three Musketeers showed a look of astonishment, just short of saying a long "Oh~"

"Speaking of which, the principal has quite good taste. These loose clothes are quite comfortable."

Tang Dao Swordsman was very satisfied. It was closer to the Hanfu and "practice clothes" he once wore, and it suited him better than the tight and handsome suits.

"I was just wondering when the principal figured out our measurements."

The hunting swordsman put his hand into his side chest, where there was a small built-in pocket, took out an iron box, pulled out a Cohiba cigar, and handed one to the Tang swordsman, who naturally took it in his mouth.

But the hunter swordsman touched it twice more and realized that he seemed to have left the fire on the plane.

Tang Dao Swordsman saw the other party's embarrassment. His anger was in the pocket of his old clothes, but this could not stop them.

He took two steps forward, approached the young man who was supposed to be picking up the plane, and said in Japanese: "Brother, lend me a light."

Yuan Zhisheng:? ? ?