Inuyama waved his hand, and the girls quickly stepped back, kneeling on either side with their backs against the wall. This is the rule in Japan, and there is no place for a woman when a man is serious.

"So in the eyes of the principal, I am still the same as I was sixty-two years ago, and the Eight Snake Families are still the weak Eight Snake Eight families in 1946, is that right?"

"Oh, that's still a little different." Ange shook his head, "Back then, you were just gangsters fighting in the streets all day long and grabbing turf, but now you call yourself an underworld nobleman."

"The world has changed, your dead pimping mother Sang can turn into a celebrity agent, but Ah He, you don't think that knowing a few female celebrities can make the whole world revolve around you, right?"

"As I've said before, I've seen a lot of such people, who will brag around after having dinner with second-tier stars, as if they have slept with a movie queen, muttering "I'm not what I used to be", but in fact, I just made a few powerful friends and attended a few high-end social events, so I thought I had the power of the world......

"I came to Japan alone in 1946, and this time I came alone."

"Does that mean you're enough to face the Snake Eight Clan?"

"It's a bit difficult to kill eight, but it shouldn't be a problem to kill three or four." Ange smiled, "I'm old."

"Hilbert Jean Angers!" This sentence finally ignited the anger, and Inuyama He snapped up, "Your arrogance is too ridiculous! Do you think that the current Snake Eight Family is the same as it was in 1946?"

The corners of his eyes twitched, as if a poisonous snake was throbbing there.

Ange's words stabbed him.

He is the emissary of the family, and he has come here to negotiate with Ange, but in Ange's words he is just an awkward child.

Ange can give him a candy or a slap in the face.

"Ahe, you've exposed your inner thoughts when you're not careful."

"You arranged this kind of lavish scene, hugged the woman, put on the posture of an old rascal to talk to me about friendship, and suddenly turned your face aggressively, do you want to prove to me that you have grown up and have your own voice?"

"After all these years, are you still thinking about these naïve questions? Thinking about what kind of people the world revolves around, what kind of people deserve to have the right to speak, and why I can always be so arrogant and arrogant."

"You're always so desperate to prove to me that you've grown up," Ange lit a cigar, "but, Ahe, you're dying."

"Are you going to go to the grave with these childish questions?"

Inuyama Moran, he knew that he had made a mistake, and the mistake was to be too eager.

After receiving the task from Tachibana Masamune, he immediately arranged this Hongmen banquet and vacated the most luxurious venue of the Inuyama family.

He also gathered the most beautiful girls under his umbrella and ordered Mimi, Kazusa, and Kotono to interrupt all acting activities and report home.

He wants to greet Ange with the grandest ceremony, so that Ange can feel the strength of the Inuyama family today, first shake Ange with might, and then negotiate conditions with him.

But Hilbert Jean Angers, the man alone, was constantly reminding him that he had been weak and humiliated.

His majesty is all based on that fragile and fragile self-esteem of the paper tiger, when the man is happy, he says, Ahe, you are a sensible and good boy, and when he is unhappy, he says, oh, after so many years, Ahe, why haven't you grown up.

Inuyamaga understands that Ange has been a big man from the beginning, and in the eyes of the real big man, his own style is like a nouveau riche who suddenly gains power, always piling all the gold and silver on his body, and can't wait to prove that he is rich and qualified to enter high society.

But this kind of person who has to be dressed in full costume to hug each other before he dares to speak loudly undoubtedly has cowardice in his heart.

"Headmaster, we admit that it was unkind for us to hide from you and put your students in danger for us, but beyond that, the family doesn't owe anything to the secret party, and we have surrendered to you for sixty years."

Inuyamaga's voice was as tired as an old man, "Your students are alive, you should go to Meng."

We don't owe anything to the secret party for the trouble of the ghosts, we just don't want the secret party to interfere in our affairs."

Ange smiled, "Your business? What are your things?"

"No comment, family secrets are not for outsiders!"

"Then let me tell you about your family's secrets, maybe I know more than you do." Ange spat out a puff of cigarette.

"You Snake Eight have always been outside of the mixed race society, and we didn't even hear the name "Snake Eight Family" before the Meiji Restoration, and it wasn't until after World War II that I found you on a U.S. cruiser."

"You don't get involved in the strife of the half-race world, not because you don't have a utilitarian mind, or because this small island of Japan is a remote corner, on the contrary, you have greater ambitions than all the half-race organizations."

"Japanese half-breeds are afraid of contact with other half-bloods, because your very existence is a secret that no one else can know."

"We've spent decades studying your genes, and the results are astounding, your genes are completely different from the European-Chinese hybrids, and your dragon genes come from an unknown dragon king."

Miyamoto Shio and Ryoma Kuichiro's faces changed suddenly, and Inuyamaga reached out and pressed on their shoulders, so they could only secretly pray in their hearts that Ange would not spit out that forbidden name, otherwise the scene would really go uncontrollable.

"The dragon genes can be divided into four categories: earth, water, wind, and fire, which come from the four great monarchs who master the omnipotence of the elements."

"And your dragon genes belong to the fifth category that has never been discovered," Ange stared into Inuyamaga's eyes, "Aga, check it out, which other dragon king besides the four great monarchs has I missed?"

"So you already knew." Inuyama said quietly.

"White King Blood, you really exist, we have been looking for you for thousands of years." Ange said slowly.

The silence was like death, and the sound of heavy breathing came and went.

The secret has been revealed, as if the sword had been unsheathed.

"Headmaster, you're pushing us off the brink of a cliff, and there's no way we're going to let the secret be exposed." Inuyama adjusted his breath and asked slowly, "Just be it, what do you want from us?"

"Everything."

"Everything?"

"High Heaven is the treasure house of the dragon clan, and so is the blood of the White King. These things are not under your control, and you keep them for yourself, like a child with a loaded revolver in his arms, ready to go off at any moment."

"Does the headmaster think he's the right adult to keep this secret? Forget it, it's useless to talk too much, we won't give this secret to you, because there is no way back behind us!"

Ange burst out laughing, and then asked something that had nothing to do with the topic.

"Ahe, I don't know if you've ever heard of a disease."

Inuyama was stunned, "What?"

"For example, do you know my student Caesar?"

"The heir of the Gattuso family, of course he knows." Inuyama was puzzled.

"I saw the students talking about him suffering from a disease called Form 2, and oh my God, I really thought it was a disease, so I searched the Internet...... Older people like me can only follow the trend of young people by going online."

"It turned out to be a Japanese word, and 'middle two' means second year of secondary school."

"Some children will suddenly change their personality when they go to the second grade of middle school, and they take themselves very seriously, saying that I have grown up, and that I am completely different from what I used to be, that I am learning to smoke and listen to heavy metals, and that I am an adult, and that I am more vicissitudes than real adults, that the world is dirty, that all the girls in the class have slept with them, that I can do it as long as I want to do it, and that I want to steal a motorcycle and take the beautiful girls in my class to the beach but have never done it seriously...... I also fantasize about being the male protagonist of the harem anime."

"But I don't think Caesar is really a typical secondary disease, he is just a little self-righteous," Ange continued, "and the real secondary disease will think of itself very lonely, and like to say stupid things like 'I have no way out,' but he never did

I didn't really think about what it means to be a "retreat."

"But that's not the most troublesome, because when they grow up and become sensible, they will understand how stupid they were when they were children, and I would say that the kind of secondary 2 disease that never seems to grow up, and his second year of secondary school can continue through his long life, and he will still be haunted by it until he is in his seventies."

"It's just that I was scolded by the teacher a few times when I was a child, and I held a grudge in my heart for the rest of my life, and I swore that one day I would have to repay this insult, but I was spanked by my father because of disobedience, so I made up my mind in my heart, no matter how young I was, one day I would definitely step on this man's head, and return the psychological pain he gave you, along with the red mark on the buttocks......

Inuyamaga finally understood the cynicism and sarcasm in Ange's words, and in front of the other two family heads and his goddaughter, the shadow of more than sixty years ago once again shrouded down.

With every word Ange spoke, his face became more hideous, the lines of rage jumped, and the child's holes glowed with a terrible gold.

The man who had given him endless insults had once again tasted embarrassment after a long time, his self-esteem was shattered, and the murderous intent wrapped in it was exposed, and he began to beat slowly.

But Ange turned a blind eye to the angry Inuyama and continued to talk non-stop.

"Obviously I was just slapped on the ass because I made a mistake, but I felt that I was inhumanly abused, and one day I must take revenge on this wrong world, obviously I just watched a few childish anime but I felt that I had mastered the eternal truth, and everyone else who thought that I was the most sober was ignorant, and I was only dumped by a woman once, but I said that there is no real love in this world, and a good girl is dead in this era......

Hilbert Jean Angers has always shown only his elegant side, even when he draws a knife and slashes people.

"That's enough!" Inuyama He suddenly stopped drinking, and the child's hole was glowing with a terrifying gold.

"Is it Ahe? You think that's enough, don't you? How come the older you live, the worse your patience becomes? But you can't stand it anymore, can you?" Ange was still aggressive.

"When I entered Japan, I met a lovely lady who told her that I had come all the way to Japan to meet my stupid student and make up for his lessons......

Ange suddenly stopped drinking, "Ahe!"

The voice was so loud that it was like a lion roaring in this small Japanese-style room, and suddenly stopped, and there was a dead silence.

"In 1946 you were a sick boy in the second year of secondary school, and sixty-two years later you are still in the second year of secondary school."

"I remember that at that time, you failed every time you took the test in class, but at least under my education, you still know what it means to respect teachers, but after sixty-two years, you are old, but you have thrown away everything I taught you, and you have become even more stupid than you have been in sixty-two years, do you want to stay under the teacher for the rest of your life and not graduate!"

"It's time for you to catch up on it." Ange said coldly.

"Then let's see if you still have the ability, teacher." Inuyama laughed angrily, and he shook his kimono open, revealing a crimson wooden handle around his waist.

The famous sword "Onimaru Kunitsuna", a famous ghost slashing knife in Japanese history.

He grasped the hilt of the sword, and the light and shadow flashed, and Onimaru Kunitsuna unsheathed at an invisible speed, and the sound of a dragon's groan resounded all around.

"Inuyama-kun!" Ryoma knew that the family didn't really want to go to war with Ange, so he was ready to fight Ange a few times in terms of language.

But now that the Onimaru Kunitsuna is out of the sheath, this means that Inuyama He has moved to kill, this old sword saint of the Snake Eight Family has been smiling all year round, and his saber has never been unsheathed once in many years.

But at this time, everyone could feel the compelling blade and killing intent, and his golden boy had been ignited, which was the killing posture of the half-breed waiting to kill the enemy.

"This is the Inuyama family's place, and it's up to me to decide what to do here. Please wait a little longer." Inuyamaga said coldly, "I believe that this kind of duel between men is not new to me and the teacher, right?"

"To be honest, I don't remember exactly." Ange scratched his sideburns, "I never remember me having a duel with a man with you."

"I have the impression that you always came to me as a student to ask for advice, and then I knocked you to the ground with a bamboo stick or a wooden knife, and you could only lie on the ground with your head in your hands and gasp for breath...... Aga, did you think I would have a thousand man-to-man duels with a pimped mother?"

He rested his cigar on the ashtray and rolled up his sleeves.

Inuyama waved his hand.

Kotono knelt beside Ange with a long black sheath in his hand, "Famous sword" is a word for the sect, the headmaster, please."

Kazusa knelt on the other side with another white-sheathed long knife, "Famous knife 'Nagazen Mi Tiger Toru', Principal please."

A knife and a small knife are all famous weapons in the history of Japan, and the length is perfect for the first-class knife method of the two days.

It seems that Inuyama had anticipated this battle with Ange before this, and had already prepared the weapon that Ange had already taken advantage of.

"As a sword saint who was once on an equal footing with Mr. Dan Shengyan, sixty-two years have passed, and the headmaster won't be too old to even hold a sword now, right?" Inuyama's voice was calm, "Do I need to give you half an hour to warm up, Sensei?"

"Not necessarily." Ange stretched out his hand and pressed the hilts of the two knives, and responded with a smile, "Although I don't practice often in the United States, it's more than enough to clean up your half-level."