My name is Lu Mingfei, not Lu Mingfei!

Chapter 253 252. The Supreme Underworld (1)

Narita Airport.

The sound of brakes, exclamations and rapid footsteps suddenly entered the hall. A dozen black Mercedes-Benz cars blocked the road outside. Men in black suits poured into the airport reception hall from different entrances, their waists There was a bulge in the middle, and I didn't know whether it was a short knife or a gun hidden under the suit.

The airport guards reacted quickly and moved toward the exit with guns drawn. They didn't know where these people came from, but they were coming with a menacing force. They clearly posed a threat to the airport, and if necessary, could easily escalate into a gun battle.

An elder came out of the group of men in suits. He had a cobra tattooed on each hand. Five ferocious snake heads were wrapped around his five fingers. Each snake head had a high crown of flames. They were the so-called Nagas in Buddhism, and their The more heads there are, the more dangerous the power.

The elder smiled and took out a card from his arms and handed it to the guard. The guard took the card, glanced at it, and waved his hand to announce that the alarm was lifted in the surprised eyes of the passengers.

The men in black had serious eyes and formed a crowd to stand at all the entrances and exits, scanning everyone who came in and out. Although they looked very dangerous, they did not make any other unnecessary actions. This can't help but make people feel frightened and suspicious. Who is worthy of these people's mobilization? They can even get the right to blockade the airport.

The elder glanced at his watch. It was almost time. They belonged to the Miyamoto family, one of the eight Sheqi families, and were specially responsible for picking up the plane. Principal Angers' plane would arrive at Narita Airport in five minutes.

This news caused an uproar when it spread among the family. The eight Sheqi families in the Ryuyuan Project had parted ways with Kassel Academy, and officially issued a public declaration informing them of the unilateral termination of the cooperative relationship with the academy. As a result, Kassel There are countless reasons for the Academy to initiate liquidation of the entire Japan branch.

Because the family has always been in a state of high tension, while launching a war to clean up the fierce ghosts, they were also paying close attention to the movements in Kassel. The news that Angers' plane was about to arrive in Japan came at this time.

It is more like a brief communication than intelligence given by Chicago, because it was Angers himself who sent this message. He informed the Japanese branch in the name of the president of Kassel College that the plane he was traveling on would be When and where they arrived in Japan, there was no extraneous remarks in the news. It seemed that Angers didn't care at all about the betrayal of the Japanese branch.

The people of the Sheqi Ba family are not fools. They know very well that this is Angers style. In Angers eyes, the Japanese branch has been a disobedient subordinate from the beginning to the end. The meaning of that text message cannot be clearer. I will go there right away. Japan, I want to settle accounts with you. Whether I want to kill you, set up an ambush, or kneel down in fear to apologize, it all depends on your own wishes.

The family is divided into two factions on how to treat Angers. The young people are furious at such arrogant behavior. They believe that Angers who humiliates Japan must not be let go. Since he dares to come alone, let him come. No reply.

The older group of people are relatively stable. The young people don't know what kind of person Angers is, so they can be impulsive. But some of the old people here have seen Angers with their own eyes, and some are even his students. That guy is a thug who disguises himself with roses and suits. It’s okay if you don’t draw the knife, but if you dare to show your teeth to him, then the next second he will smile and take out the folding knife, and you will wonder how you died. Do not know at all.

After careful consideration, the eight Sheqi families chose to treat each other with courtesy. Angers has not reached out to Japan for decades. Now that he is once again in danger alone, it means that he is ready to cut from Tokyo Bay to the Imperial Palace with a long sword. Prepare. To this day, the entire Japanese branch still maintains a sincere attitude towards the old principal.

The timetable showed that the latest flight had landed. The elder looked back and the men in black immediately cheered up. They were not here to be enemies with Angers, but they also wanted to let Angers see it. Today's Japan is no longer the Japan he knew in the past. If he really wants to go to war with the entire Japanese branch alone, then he has to consider whether he will lose an old tooth.

The newly landed tourists filed out of the checkpoint. The eyes of the men in black swept over everyone's face in turn. They all knew Angers. There were so many people there that they would not be missed, but he was the last tourist. When they left, they still found no trace of Angers.

The elder couldn't help it anymore and walked up to ask the staff: "Have the passengers on this flight been cleared?"

"He's here to pick you up, right?" The man who was closing the gate glanced at him, "The old man has a message for you to leave. Don't go to all the trouble to make a show. He's just here to meet an old friend."

Old friend? The elder could not figure out Ange's thoughts. He could understand that Ange did not want to meet directly with people from the Japanese branch, but when it came to old friends, there were many people in Japan who could be considered his old friends. Those who had experienced economic boom in the last century Old people from time to time have met Angers, and many of them are his students, so who will he meet? That must be someone who can give him advice in this current situation, right?

As night falls, the yatai cart is still parked on the back street of the National University of Tokyo. The ramen chef has been insisting on selling his stall here for decades. The lingering fog covers the AV girl twisting her waist on the TV. His ramen wins. It has received praises from countless diners and witnessed generations of elites coming out of this university. The students of Tokyo University all said with a smile that if anyone has not eaten a bowl of ramen in the back street, he is not considered a student of Tokyo University.

A black sports car appeared at the end of the long street, gliding in the water like a black panther stalking its prey on a rainy night.

The sports car parked quietly on the side of the road, and the wipers swept away the rain on the front window. When the transparent fan-shaped area appeared, the ramen chef could clearly see the people in the car. Sitting in the car was a white-haired old man wearing a black suit. Wearing a rose-red bow tie, he is far more refined than those office workers. He doesn't look like someone who would go to a ramen cart for a late-night snack late at night.

But he still came, and few people in this world can capture the traces of Angers. Some people say that he is like a ranger, sharpening his knife in the cracks of time. In fact, at the airport, he barely passed by those gangsters, but with the blessing of Time Zero, no one in the gang could witness Angers. They would only feel that there seemed to be an unpredictable breeze around them.

Angers walked into the shed of the car and drank cheap sake from a small cup. Logically speaking, it would be difficult to fit into his diet of drinks in such a small place, but as a foreigner, he tasted like a Japanese office worker. The taste makes me smack my lips.

"Here comes a bowl of noodles, your favorite, abalone and sea urchin ramen." Angers said in French.

Only a few people know the repertoire of the ramen chef. This is his unique skill. It is not on the menu, because this kind of noodles requires grinding a live abalone into it, which is very manual. Only those old customers order it. He will do it. If Lu Mingfei really comes here a few more times, she will almost be able to unlock this secret menu.

"It's closed, no more for sale." The ramen chef wiped the table without even raising his head to look at Angers. It was hard to imagine that this ramen chef also spoke fluent French.

"I'm not prepared to pay, so you won't be open for business." Angers shrugged and switched to Japanese again, "Is it too much to ask you to treat me to a bowl of ramen when old friends meet?"

"Ange, you have been a bastard all your life, a shameless one. I can't imagine that a person like you can still be the principal. The students who will come out from under you will probably be just a group of guys who are as rude as you. Bar!"

The ramen chef angrily threw the tablecloth towards Ange, but Ange caught it and pressed it on the table. In fact, it could be seen from the fact that he was still wiping the table that he still planned to continue the business, but he was not the same as Ange. Too much to deal with.

"The first thing I did when I came to Japan was to come to see you. Doesn't this mean that I have deep love for you? It's so much trouble for you to treat me to a bowl of ramen, but the reception from a mafia supreme is so shabby?"

"He was the supreme mafia master back then." The ramen master corrected him, "Now he is just an ordinary ramen master."

"A ramen chef with a land of US$1.2 billion?" Angre smiled, "Then your ramen is too expensive."

He drank sake and raised the curtain, looking around. When he walked out of the small street, he saw brightly lit high-rise buildings. The small street was still the same as it was after World War II. There were old-fashioned Japanese houses on both sides of the road. There were sycamores and cherry trees in front of the houses, and it was quiet. There is dilapidation in it.

It’s not that the government has never thought about renovating this place. This is a prime location in Bunkyo District and is extremely valuable. When the land value in Japan was the highest in the last century, the government planned to do something great, but they couldn’t find the owner of this land. Those who have.

"This place has not changed much. Even I can recognize some of it. The entire Japanese underworld would never have thought that sixty years ago you liked to hang out on this street, but sixty years later you still live here. , just under their eyes, he just turned into a ramen chef. I think with your business frequency, there must be some underworld people who have eaten ramen at your place, but you don’t know each other." Angers said, " Your life feels like sitting on a gold mine, and then you say that you are so poor that you can only eat dirt. If young people knew about it, they would say that you are 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 elegant as you?" The ramen chef looked at Ange for a while. Everyone was old. He had gone through many years and his face was full of wrinkles. , it felt like flies could be trapped inside, but Angers still looked as energetic as a young man, and his movements were aristocratic.

"You haven't been to Japan in decades, how do you know me?" The ramen master ground the abalone by hand.

"I have my own intelligence network. The land of Japan has always been very mysterious. You have maintained a 100% vigilance attitude towards the outside world since many years ago. Both the school board and the European Secret Party are paying close attention to you, but you are too Exclusion. It will be difficult for non-native Japanese to integrate into your circle. Fortunately, there are many talents in the academy. I have an excellent intelligence expert. He does not know your true identity, but he discovered that you have contact with some underworld people. , those people secretly paid the land tax for you, and also falsified the books. Who else is worthy of the underworld master to do this, besides the supreme leader of the underworld? "

Angers 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 from a very close distance. It was probably a former diner.

"I always feel like there are some strange people coming to eat noodles recently. There is a high probability that they are your spies, right?" the ramen chef said angrily.

"You can't say he's a spy, he should be called a young and promising intelligence expert." Ange's mind flashed with that mean and loser smile, "If you are interested in the current head of the family, I can come with you." Let me tell you, I should know more about them than you do.”

"No need." The ramen chef waved his hand, "I have been separated from the family for a long time. I have nothing to miss about that place. I don't think they will like me. I am the only patriarch who has defected in the history of the family. Let's go. I also burned the torii gate of the shrine before and desecrated the spiritual tablets of my ancestors. If there is a period of history that records me specifically in the future, those words will definitely say that Uesugi Koshi was a deviant and a treasonous person. They did not call me a turtle. A bastard cub is considered good."

For the first time, he said his real name, Uesugoshi. The head of the eight Sheqi families will only be born among the three major surnames in each generation. Unless the three major surnames die out, this rule will continue to be passed down to ensure that The top-notch bloodline of the family is precious.

"Then it seems that I can take action directly against those people from the Sheqi Ba family?" Anger said slowly, "You probably don't know yet, your children are doing extremely dangerous things, and they have offended me. , all the students I sent to Japan have lost contact. The loss of any one of them is enough to make the entire academy heartbroken. At this time, I could have rushed into your shrine and poured some gasoline on it. Let's have some gorgeous fireworks, but because I know you are still alive, I think there is another solution. If you can't have a good chat with me, I will have to do what I haven't done in the past... Destroy Snake Qiba Home."

Angers knocked on the table. His movement was very light, just like telling the waiter to add tea in Hong Kong. But just two times like this, a round hole as thick as a finger was pressed out of the tabletop, but there was no trace of any damage to the entire board. Shaking, as if it was cut out by some kind of sharp blade in an instant.

"I, a ramen chef, still care about the affairs of the yakuza family? My heart has long been tired. Destroy it, just destroy it, do whatever you want. Anyway, I don't like them. Otherwise, I wouldn't have said goodbye to them completely." Uesugi The more indifferent his face becomes.

"You'd better think about it before you say anything, and don't hold my thigh and cry bitterly again." Angers said lightly.