Dragon Clan: My Word Spirit is refreshed every week

Chapter 220 Go to Italy to invite the Pompeii ancestor! !
Yuan Zhisheng's cold and hard voice echoed in the silent shrine, and the voice on the other end of the receiver suddenly stopped for some reason.

After a long time, the voice in the receiver rang again.

"Who am I? That's a really good question."

The old man's voice was filled with the rain and wind of wasted years.

"I have played too many roles in my life, including a French youth, a playboy, a gangster, a war criminal, a ramen chef and a secret agent..."

"I have lived for so long that I have forgotten who I am."

"Compared to you young people who are focusing on the future, I, an old man, can no longer see too far ahead. Unfortunately, you young people are so disappointing. I, the remnant of the old era, still have to climb out of the grave and clean it up with my own hands. treacherous……"

At this point, the voice on the other end of the receiver paused, and his tone suddenly changed.

The old man who was originally calm after the vicissitudes of life instantly turned into a king perched high on the top of the mountains. Every word contained infinite majesty that no one could control.

"Now I only have one identity, the leader of the fierce ghosts."

The heads of the eight Sheqi families looked at each other with extremely ugly expressions on their faces.

The old man's majestic and arrogant laughter came from the receiver: "General Wang? I am not the kind of person who pretends to be a ghost!"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was no sound in the receiver.

The old man on the other end of the receiver did not respond to Inuyama He, but smiled lightly.

The shrine suddenly fell into deep silence.

"You can call me...Uesugoshi."

Hearing this, Yuan Zhisheng frowned: "Are you... a general?"

"Please tell Herzog that I will give him the war he wants, and he must never surrender without a fight!"

"Although many years have passed, I think my name is still louder than this title."

The originally light and insignificant gazes gathered together, quietly condensed into substance, and merged into a heavy and towering mountain.

"Ahe, it's been a long time."

The basis of the Sheqi Eight Family's rule over the Japanese underworld has never been kindness and kindness, but violence!

There is no need for any coronation or abdication ceremony, the power of the Japanese underworld has begun to be handed over.

The principle that quantitative changes lead to qualitative changes is applicable in many cases.

If the fierce ghosts dare to arrogantly assassinate the heads of the eight Sheqi families on such an important occasion, then no matter who their leader is, war will inevitably come!
If the eight Sheqi families were indifferent to such an egregious move, the family's prestige would undoubtedly be lost.

The absolutely powerful violence suppressed all Xiao Xiaoxiao and did not dare to have any thoughts of making trouble.

The old emperor has fallen into a pool of blood, and the new monarch has sat on the throne.

Most of the people in the shrine had no reaction to the name and looked at each other in confusion. However, the heads of the eight Sheqi families and the elderly people all changed their expressions.

At this time, Masamune Tachibana had been carried out of the shrine by emergency personnel. The heads of the family gradually focused on Minamoto Chisheng, and other family members present also looked at Minamoto Chisheng.

"Uesugoshi!? The former head of the Seraki Hachi family? You're not dead yet!?" Inuyama Ga, the head of the Inuyama family, screamed.

On the one hand, they were shocked and at a loss when the coffin of Uesugi Koshi, the former head of the eight Seraki families, was unveiled. On the other hand, they all realized a fact invariably.

But Yuan Zhisheng had no intention of being overpowered. He slowly straightened his back and drew out the long knife from his waist with a stern expression.

"Fight," he said.

……

At the same time, in an unknown dark room somewhere in Japan.

Herzog directly crushed the communication headset in his hand into pieces, and weak sparks flickered in the mechanical parts.

"It's so damn..." he said, his tone as dark as a demon from hell.

Ever since the headquarters of the Fierce Ghosts at the WTC Building in Osaka was destroyed that day and the stand-in "King General" was taken away, Herzog had a premonition. Things were about to go beyond his expectation and control.

Since arriving in Japan from Black Swan Port twenty years ago, Herzog has gradually taken control of almost all resources in Japan's black and white circles, becoming Japan's veritable uncrowned emperor.

It can be said that Herzog despised the island country of Japan and the people in this country from the bottom of his heart.

Just like the so-called Warring States Period in Japan, this is a history that they are proud of, and it is a magnificent war in which many famous generals sang and sang.

But in the final analysis, in terms of scale, these wars were nothing more than armed fighting between villages.

Japan's narrow territory has set an upper limit for the Japanese people's vision and structure, and this extremely low upper limit has restricted their ability to see the wider world, ultimately leading them to the abyss of ignorance and unawareness.

Ignorance often has only one result, arrogance.

Arrogance and arrogance without any self-awareness.

The Japanese strategies and ideas are too stupid and short-sighted.

As an old man who had participated in World War II, Herzog once followed the leaders of the Third Reich.

The war he participated in was a brutal battle filled with the roar of tanks and fighter jets. With his fast and violent blitzkrieg, he swept across Europe and achieved French speed that will be recorded in history.

For Herzog, Japan is just a tiny place.

The so-called wave clouds in Japan are just childish play among children.

But at this moment, Herzog felt intense uneasiness.

If Japan can be compared to a dead spring, then a dragon has now broken into this world with monstrous wind and waves!

As the saying goes, a strong dragon cannot overwhelm a local snake.

But this statement is too extreme and general.

If a real dragon crosses the river, no matter how deep-rooted the local snake is, there is no way it can suppress it.

Herzog understood deeply that a fierce dragon had arrived in Japan.

The position of the kings and generals of the fierce ghosts is extremely important to him, so the shadow dancer in the position of the kings and generals is also Herzog's best work in the past twenty years.

In addition to having a bloodline comparable to that of a super hybrid king, Yanling: Yaqi is also a terrifying power that can be called a ghost.

Herzog firmly believed that even the strongest emperor of the eight Sheqi families would never be able to subdue the shadow dancer so easily, without even sending a message!
And today Tachibana Masamune was sniped from a long distance, which further proves that something is very fishy.

"That gentleman is really clever!" Herzog muttered to himself.

Before he finished speaking, the expression on his face suddenly changed and quickly turned ferocious and vicious, like a snake coiled around him.

"Why bring trouble to Japan... Damn it..."

He took a deep breath, took out the satellite phone from his pocket, and dialed a number.

After a dull electromagnetic sound, a frivolous and exaggerated voice sounded from the receiver.

"Hey! Xiao Zuo, it seems that you are in trouble? If you have anything unhappy, please tell me immediately, so that I can be happy!"

……

At this moment, Comrade Guojiang Qianglong, whom Herzog had never forgotten, was sitting lazily in the driver's seat of the Hummer.

The dynamic golden songs from the Showa era were playing on the speakers in the car, and they were sung softly, which was so moving.

Zhou Xuan crossed his legs and swayed to the beat.

Suddenly, the cell phone rang.

Mai Shutoku.

(End of this chapter)