Dragon Clan: My Word Spirit is refreshed every week

Chapter 217: Be simple, the way you speak is simple

Crow and Yasha followed Yuan Zhisheng and walked towards the shrine step by step.

Crow looked at the back in front of him, feeling a little mixed in his heart for a moment.

The young master's back was still as straight as a pine tree, and the spider cutter and boy cutter in his hands were still decisive, as if all the obstacles in the world could not stop this young and powerful man.

But the crow knew that the young master had been tired.

This kind of fatigue is not a physical illness caused by overwork, but the boredom and powerlessness seeping from the bottom of my heart.

The Sheqi Eight Families receive more than 30 billion yen in offerings from the Japanese underworld every year, and other properties under their name also generate at least hundreds of billions of yen in revenue. However, as the young master of the Eight Sheqi Families, the future owner of all these Yuan Zhisheng is a person with no ambitions or desires.

Crow, Yasha and Sakura all know that Yuan Zhisheng's longing for the future is to go to that nudist beach in France to sell damn sunscreen.

I spent the rest of my life in the coming and going of countless women in cool clothes, and I was completely bored.

Tokyo is a prison for the young master.

Crow and Yaksha, both Yuanzhisheng's retainers, often worry about their future when they drink and gossip.

The conference has begun, but the family has not held such a grand conference for decades.

There is no doubt that Crow and Yasha are both real bastards and gangsters, but sometimes bastards also have the flame of justice in their hearts.

They thought they would be promoted and raised in the future, become CEOs, hook up with Bai Fumei, etc., but in the end they might end up living on the beach selling sunscreen...

In the three years since Yuan Zhisheng took over as the director of the Executive Bureau, everyone has seen how powerful and sharp this young man is.

When Yuan Zhisheng sat down, the shrine fell into a deathly silence.

Compared with those children who have to be imprisoned until the age of forty before they can return to society, the two of them can really be regarded as living in paradise.

It's okay if you don't see those children, you can pretend not to see them, and continue to drink carelessly and carelessly.

Both of them were the elite among the elite before, and they only got the opportunity to be directly loyal to Yuan Zhisheng through their bloody battles.

How dare the old ministers disrespect the new king?

Looking at the lowered heads and the thick black clothes in front of him like dark clouds, Yuan Zhisheng's eyes flashed with a trace of fatigue, but soon returned to the clear light of a sword.

……

But the bloody and cruel reality has been slapped hard on their faces, leaving them with no way to escape!

But after visiting one care school after another in the past few days and meeting one imprisoned child after another, they fell silent.

Tachibana Masamune is old, and the eight Sheqi families are about to usher in a new emperor and a new era.

The moment Minamoto Chisheng, who was wearing a black pattern with a haori, walked into the main hall of the shrine, all the participants, even the heads of the other families of the eight Sheqi families, couldn't help but stand up, nod and bend down to welcome him.

He nodded slightly and sat next to Tachibana Masamune.

"Although I don't know what I can do, I have to do something! The young master must have some idea." Crow said to himself in his heart, and followed Yuan Zhisheng closely.

Both Crow and Yasha feel that their lives are dark and their future is not bright.

Many of the people present came from all over Japan and were stationed for the eight Sheqi families. They all received the notice and flew to Tokyo non-stop, but no one knew the purpose of this conference.

If word of a gathering of this scale spreads, not only the entire Japanese underworld will be very uneasy, but even the Japanese government will be frightened, worried about whether there will be any violent turbulence in Japan's structure.

Silence spread quickly like toppled dominoes, and the air in the shrine became as solid as substance. At this time, a vigorous and powerful voice cut through the dead silence like a sharp blade.

Tachibana Masamune stood up and walked to the center of the shrine, with a solemn expression on his old face: "Thank you for your hard work, you have to come here all the way in such windy and rainy weather."

Before anyone present could respond, the old man suddenly took a few steps back and solemnly bowed deeply to everyone present.

The shrine instantly exploded!

The system followed by the eight Sheqi families is quite ancient and strict, and the status of the head of the family is basically equivalent to that of the emperor of the feudal dynasty.

The juniors present usually rarely even have the opportunity to meet Tachibana Masamune. No matter how arrogant and domineering the members are, they will instantly turn into docile lambs when they see Tachibana Masamune.

But now, Tachibana Masamune actually salutes them! ?

The elders with status in the family immediately knelt down and saluted, and at the same time their hearts tightened. They all realized that today's issue might be extremely shocking, and the person who came was evil.

Other juniors in the shrine also hurriedly followed suit, and the sound of kimono sleeves sliding was heard.

"Everyone, please get up." Tachibana Masamune said with his hands empty, "I have been the head of the family for more than ten years. During these ten years, it is only because of the strong support of everyone here that I, an old man, can barely maintain this family, but there are still some Many things were not done well and caused trouble for everyone.”

"Mr. Masamune's words are serious! We want to thank Mr. Masamune!" The head of the Fengma Family spoke first.

Before he finished speaking, everyone in the shrine responded in unison: "Mr. Masamune, your words are serious! It is we who want to thank Mr. Masamune!"

"I have always thought that the Chinese character '人' is very wonderful. It takes a stroke and a stroke of support to form a person. If one stroke is missing, the person will cease to exist. Perhaps the saying has already been said when the Chinese character was created by the ancients. The true meaning of life, the Sheqi Eight Family’s success today depends entirely on the mutual support of everyone here.”

Tachibana Masamune waved and motioned for everyone to sit down.

At the same time, his tone suddenly changed, full of sadness and pain: "In the past ten years, although I have been fortunate enough to receive help from everyone here, I still have a great dereliction of duty. I think you all know that this In the past ten years, we have lost a lot of territory and a lot of compatriots.”

"Over the years I have worn black kimono more and more often, always attending the funerals of compatriots."

Before he finished speaking, everyone present could not help but lower their heads.

Tachibana Masamune took a deep breath and then spoke: "Now, we have emerged from the shadows after World War II. The family is indeed getting more prosperous, but our enemies are also getting stronger..."

"Everyone present must have received the news. The headquarters of the Fierce Ghosts is at the landmark of Osaka, and it stands right under our noses!"

"Our caring schools in various places have become the heart that delivers fresh blood to the fierce ghosts!"

"A large part of the ghosts we have killed over the years are relatives, family members, and even flesh and blood of everyone here!"

"The evil ghosts who are fighting against us have the same blood flowing in their bodies as ours. What kind of human tragedy is this!" Masamune Tachibana looked miserable.

"But can we blame them? I don't dare to speak for everyone here. I just want to express my own thoughts."

Tachibana Masamune raised his head, clear water shining in his old eyes.

"Those children obviously did nothing wrong, but they were imprisoned in the mountains and forests and imprisoned for a lifetime just because of their bloodline."

"I really don't dare to resent them, I just feel...sad."

The old man's voice was very soft.

(End of this chapter)