Volume 3 Hello, Eri Chapter 252: The Supreme Ruler of the Underworld (I)
Narita Airport.
The sound of brakes, screams and hurried footsteps suddenly came into the hall. More than a dozen black Mercedes-Benz cars blocked the road outside. Men in black suits poured into the reception hall from different entrances. They had bulges on their waists, and it was unknown whether they had daggers or guns hidden under their suits.
The airport guards reacted quickly and moved towards the exit with guns drawn. They didn't know where these people came from, but they came in such an aggressive manner that they obviously posed a threat to the airport. If necessary, it could easily deteriorate into a gunfight.
An elder walked out from the group of men in suits. He had a cobra tattooed on each of his hands. Five ferocious snake heads were wrapped around his five fingers. Each snake head had a tall crown of flames. They were what Buddhism called Naga. The more heads it had, the more dangerous its power was.
The elder smiled and took out a card from his pocket and handed it to the guard. The guard took the card, glanced at it, waved his hand and announced the alarm was lifted in the surprised eyes of the passengers.
The men in black had murderous looks in their eyes. They formed a group and stood at all the entrances and exits, glancing at everyone who came in and out. Although they looked very dangerous, they did not make any other unnecessary movements. This made people terrified and wondered who was worthy of these people mobilizing so many troops. They could even get the right to blockade the airport.
The elder glanced at his watch. It was almost time. They were from the Miyamoto family, one of the Eight Families of Snake, and were responsible for picking up the passengers at the airport. The plane that Principal Angers was on would arrive at Narita Airport in five minutes.
When this news spread among the family, it caused an uproar. The Eight Snake Families in the Longyuan Plan had parted ways with Kassel Academy and officially issued a public statement announcing the unilateral termination of the cooperative relationship with the academy. In this way, Kassel Academy had countless reasons to initiate liquidation of the entire Japanese branch.
Therefore, the family has been in a state of high tension. While launching a war to eliminate the ghosts, they are also closely following the movements in Kassel. The news that Angers' plane is about to arrive in Japan came at this time.
Rather than being intelligence from Chicago, it was more like a brief communication, because the one who sent the message was Angers himself. In the name of the president of Kassel College, he informed the Japanese branch when and where his plane would arrive in Japan. Apart from this, there was no other extra comment in the message, as if Angers didn't care at all about the betrayal of the Japanese branch.
The people of the Eight Snake Families are not fools. They know very well that this is Ange's style. In Ange's eyes, the Japanese branch has always been a disobedient subordinate. The meaning of that text message is clear. I will go to Japan soon to settle accounts with you. Whether to kill you, set an ambush, or kneel down and apologize in fear and trepidation is all up to you.
The family was divided into two factions on the issue of how to deal with Anjou. The young people were furious at such arrogant behavior. They believed that Anjou, who had humiliated Japan, must not be let off. Since he dared to come alone, he would never return.
The older generation is relatively stable. The young people don't know what kind of person Ange is, so they can act impulsively. But some of the older people present have seen Ange in person, and some are even his students. That guy is a thug who disguises himself with roses and suits. If you don't draw your knife, it's okay. But if you dare to show your teeth to him, he will smile and take out his folding knife in the next second, and you won't even know how you died.
After careful consideration, the Snake Eight Clan chose to treat him with courtesy. Angers had not reached out to Japan for decades. Now that he was alone again, it meant that he was ready to carry a long sword from Tokyo Bay to the Imperial Palace. To this day, the entire Japanese branch still maintains a sincere awe of the old principal.
The timetable showed that the latest flight had landed. The elder looked back and the men in black immediately became alert. They were not here to be enemies with Ange, but they also wanted to let Ange see that today's Japan was no longer the Japan he knew in the past. If he really wanted to go to war with the entire Japanese branch alone, then he had to consider whether he would lose a tooth.
The newly landed tourists filed out of the checkpoint, and the men in black glanced at each person's face in turn. They all knew Ange, and there were so many people there that they would not miss one. But when the last tourist left, they still couldn't find any trace of Ange.
The elder couldn't help but walked up to the staff and asked, "Has this flight been cleared?"
"Are you here to pick him up at the airport?" The man who was closing the gate glanced at him. "The old man left a message for you. Don't go to such trouble to make a scene. He's just here to see an old friend."
Old friends? The elder couldn't figure out Ange's thoughts. He could understand that Ange didn't want to meet with the people from the Japanese branch directly, but when it comes to old friends, there are many people in Japan who can be considered his old friends. Those old people from the economic boom of the last century to the present have met Ange, and many of them are his students. So who would he go to see? It must be someone who can give him advice in this situation, right?
As night falls, the ramen cart is still parked on the back street of the National University of Tokyo. The ramen chef has been setting up a stall here for decades. The lingering mist covers the AV girls twisting their waists on the TV. His ramen has won the praise of countless diners and witnessed the emergence of generations of elites from this university. The students of the University of Tokyo all laughed and said that if anyone has not eaten a bowl of ramen in the back street, he is not considered a student of the University of Tokyo.
A black sports car appeared at the end of the long street, gliding through the puddles like a black panther swooping down on its prey on a rainy night.
The sports car quietly parked by the roadside, and the wipers swept the rain off the front window. When the transparent fan-shaped area appeared, the ramen chef saw the person in the car clearly. There was a white-haired old man sitting in the car. He was wearing a black suit and a rose-red bow tie. He was much more refined than those office workers and did not look like someone who would go to a ramen truck for a midnight snack.
But he still came. Few people in this world can catch Ange's trace. Some people say he is like a ranger, sharpening his knife in the cracks of time. In fact, he and the gangsters just passed by each other at the airport, but under the blessing of time zero, no one in the gangsters could see Ange. They only felt that there seemed to be an elusive breeze around them.
Angé walked into the shed of the trolley and drank cheap sake from a small cup. It stands to reason that such small-town alcohol would hardly fit into his diet, but as a foreigner, it tasted very much like the sake of a Japanese office worker, and he even smacked his lips.
"Give me a bowl of noodles. Your best dish, abalone and sea urchin ramen." Ange said in French.
Only a few people know the ramen chef's repertoire, which is his secret skill and not on the menu, because this kind of noodles requires grinding a live abalone into it, which is very labor-intensive. He only makes it when those old customers order it. If Lu Mingfei really comes a few more times, she can almost unlock this secret menu.
"We're closed. We're not selling any more." The ramen chef was wiping the table without even looking up at Ange . It was hard to imagine that this ramen chef could speak fluent French.
"I'm not going to pay, so you can't be considered to have opened your business." Ange shrugged and switched to Japanese. "Is it too much to ask you to treat me to a bowl of ramen when we meet as old friends?"
"Ange, you have been a bastard all your life, shameless. I can't imagine that someone like you can still be the principal. The students who come out from under you will probably be a group of people as rude as you!"
The ramen chef angrily threw the tablecloth at Ange, who caught it and pressed it on the table. In fact, from the fact that he was still wiping the table, it can be seen that he still planned to continue the business, but he didn't get along well with Ange.
"The first thing I did when I came to Japan was to look for you. Doesn't this prove that I love you deeply? It took so much trouble to ask you to treat me to a bowl of ramen. Is the reception from a gangster so shabby?"
"He was the gangster king back then," the ramen chef corrected, "Now he's just an ordinary ramen chef."
"A ramen chef who owns a piece of land worth $1.2 billion?" Angers smiled, "Then your ramen is too precious."
He drank sake and lifted the curtain, looking around. When he walked out of the street, he saw brightly lit high-rise buildings. However, the street still looked like it did after World War II. There were old Japanese houses on both sides of the road, with sycamore and cherry trees planted in front of the houses. The quietness was dilapidated.
It's not that the government has not thought about redeveloping this place. This is a prime location in Bunkyo Ward and is priceless. When the value of land in Japan was the highest in the last century, the government planned to do something grandiose, but unfortunately they couldn't find the owner of the land.
"This place hasn't changed much. Even I can recognize some of it. The entire Japanese mafia would never have thought that sixty years ago you liked to hang out on this street, and sixty years later you still live here, right under their noses, but you've become a ramen chef. I think with your business frequency, there must be some mafia people who have eaten ramen here, but you don't know each other." Ange said, "You feel like you're living on a gold mine, and then you say you're so poor that you can only eat dirt. If the young people knew, they would say you're pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger."
"I am a person abandoned by the times. I should live in a shabby place. How can I be as romantic as you?" The ramen chef looked at Ange for a while longer. They were both old people. He was weathered by the years and his face was full of wrinkles. It felt like a fly could be pinched to death in it. But Ange looked as energetic as a young man, and his every move was aristocratic.
"You haven't been to Japan for decades. How do you know me?" The ramen chef ground the abalone by hand.
"I have my own intelligence network. Japan has always been a mysterious land. You have been 100% alert to the outside world for many years. Both the school board and the European secret party are paying close attention to you, but you are too exclusive. It is difficult for non-native Japanese to integrate into your circle. Fortunately, there are many talented people in the academy. I have an excellent intelligence expert. He doesn't know your true identity, but he found that you have contact with some gangsters. Those people helped you secretly pay the land tax and falsified the accounts. Who else is worthy of the gangster master to do this except the gangster supreme?"
Ange pressed a photo on the table and pushed it to the ramen chef. The picture showed him pouring soup and kneading noodles. The photo was taken at a very close distance, probably of a former diner.
"I feel like there are some strange people coming to eat noodles recently. There's a high chance that one of them is your spy, right?" the ramen chef said unhappily.
"I can't call him a spy. I should call him a young and promising intelligence expert." The grinning face of a loser appeared in Angers mind. "If you are interested in the current heads of the families, I can tell you. I know more about them than you do."
"No thanks." The ramen chef waved his hand. "I have been away from the family for a long time. There is nothing to miss about that place. I don't think they will like me. I am the only patriarch who defected in the family history. Before I left, I burned the torii gate of the shrine and desecrated the spirit tablets of my ancestors. If there is a history record about me in the future, those words will definitely say that Uesugi Yue is a heretic a traitor. It's good enough that they didn't call me a turtle bastard."
He said his real name for the first time, Uesugi Yue, and the patriarch of the eight families of Sheqi would only be born from the three major surnames in each generation. Unless the three major surnames died out, this rule would be passed down to ensure the preciousness of the family's top bloodline.
"Then does it look like I can attack the people of the Snake Eight Families directly?" Angers said slowly, "You probably don't know yet, your children are doing something extremely dangerous, and they have offended me. All the students I sent to Japan have lost contact, and the loss of any one of them is enough to make the entire academy heartbroken. At this point in time, I could have rushed into your shrine, poured some gasoline on it and set off a gorgeous firework, but because I know you are still alive, I think there is another way to solve it. If you can't talk to me properly, I will have to do what I haven't done in the past... destroy the Snake Eight Families."
Ange knocked on the table. His movements were very light, just like signaling the waiter to add more tea in Hong Kong. But with just two knocks, a round hole as thick as a finger was pressed out on the wooden table. However, the entire wooden board did not shake at all, as if it had been cut out by some sharp blade in an instant.
"How can a ramen chef like me care about the affairs of a mafia family? I'm already tired of it. Let them be destroyed. Whatever happens, I don't like them anyway, otherwise I wouldn't have said goodbye to them so completely back then." Uesugi Yue looked indifferent.
"You'd better think about it before you cry and hug my thighs again." Angé said lightly.
