Starting from the Dragon Tribe! - Chapter 73

Chapter 73: The boss, The assassin, and The translator

Gen Chisei had envisioned a thousand scenarios for the visiting delegation from headquarters, but this was the only one that did not come to mind.

The teenager approaching from across the street had a relaxed smile on his face, and his tone was not condescending, as if he was casually greeting someone in a smoking area. But still, Chisei felt uncomfortable.

“Here,” Chisei took out a box of matches from his pocket and tossed it to Lu Chen.

“Thanks,” Lu Chen took it and skillfully struck a match, lit it, then handed it to Caesar while the fire was still burning.

“What sort of situation is this? If someone who didn’t know better saw this, they’d think the airport was attacked by terrorists,” Lu Chen looked at the men in black blocking the exits and said. He thought, this branch’s style of action is really strange.

“I heard that Japan is a country of etiquette. I thought there’d be a Yamato nadeshiko-esque flower-laying procession,” Caesar also spoke with some dissatisfaction, feeling it to be different from the Japan he remembered.

TL Note: Yamato nadeshiko is “a Japanese term meaning the ‘epitome of pure, feminine, beauty.’”

Gen Chisei’s forehead veins bulged. He thought, are these guys solely here to travel?

Yamato nadeshiko flower-laying procession?

He thought that in hindsight, he didn’t even have to come today. The Inuyama Family would’ve completely satisfied the fantasies of these guys with their reception. Should’ve just let them get in the car and hug the girls with long white legs, then ship them off to an izakaya. THey looked like they were ready to party from noon to the dead of night!

These were the headquarters’ elites!?

“Oh, you’re the one who came to receive the plane, right? Our luggage should be here soon. Just get someone to help carry it,” Caesar opened his mouth and said in English. He saw that not only did Gen Chisei not respond, but also frowned, and thought, is the education level in this branch so poor that he can’t even understand English?

“Sakura,” Gen Chisei said to Sakura behind him while trying to contain his anger. Sakura gracefully went through the crowd. Karasu and Yasha followed. It wasn’t that they were good-natured, but that this was an airport, and they couldn’t just take out their weapons and start fighting these douchebags.

They had originally locked down the airport to give the elites of the headquarters a good scare and let them see the strength and style of the Japanese branch.

But Gen Chisei didn’t expect the other party to not only not pay it any heed, but also enjoyed themselves, treating them as “service personnel” who came to receive the plane.

“Cassell College Class of ‘03, Gen Chisei, the current director of Japan’s Execution Bureau,” Gen Chisei looked at Lu Chen. Of course he knew English and Chinese, but he used Japanese nevertheless in order to show the people across from him that you’re already in Japan. This is the branch’s domain.

Gen Chisei’s action made Caesar a bit upset, because he was being ignored, but when one thinks about it, Lu Chen seemed like the leader of the group, so it was reasonable for Chisei to greet Lu Chen first.

“Class of ‘08, Lu Chen,” Lu Chen nodded and shook hands with Gen Chisei and felt the strength coming from his hand. He smiled. Though the other person didn’t tell him of his lineage, this was a “lesson” for him.

But Gen Chisei evidently met the wrong person to teach a lesson to, separating after two seconds of shaking hands. Chisei was expressionless as he then shook hands with Chu Zihang and Caesar.

It was only until he turned around that Chisei couldn’t help but move his right hand a bit in pain. Was the S-grade from headquarters really a descendant of the Chinese lineage? Could he be from the Three Upper Families? It was the first time he had gained the lower hand in a contest of strength with someone.

The Japanese branch lost the first game against the elite visiting delegation from headquarters.

Gen Chisei waved his hand, and the men in black parted and lifted the blockade of the airport.

He gestured for the douchebag swordsmen to follow him, but found that they hadn’t moved.

“We haven’t gotten our passports stamped,” Chu Zihang reminded.

Lu Chen and Caesar returned to their senses. They would have become illegal immigrants if they just left like that, but their passports were still in their luggage.

However, Chu Zihang reached out and took out his passport from his lapel and shook it, indicating that he had it with him and obviously hadn’t forgotten it.

Lu Chen and Caesar could only rummage through the cases that two buff men brought over. They found their passports and walked with Chu Zihang to the counter, yet the staff over there were still in a daze.

“Excuse me, is the entry procedure done here?” Caesar smiled brightly, bringing Ayakobu Kaoru’s soul back, and she fumbled while taking the passport and stamped it, even skipping the procedural questions.

What else was there to ask? Although they looked like chuunis that just came out of a Comic Con, their auras were a bit different. The handsome man with long blonde hair was okay. He looked polite and courteous like a nobleman’s son.

But the “Tang sword wielder,” with a cigar and puffing clouds, definitely wasn’t good news, seeing how he just asked a yakuza leader for a light!

And the one with the black katana. Although he had a face handsome enough to be a national treasure, his face was as cold as frost, his body emitting a killer aura.

She instantly figured out the identity of each person of the trio: the boss, the assassin, and the translator.

“Thank you. Hopefully, the next time I come to Japan, there’ll be a girl as beautiful as you to handle the entry procedure,” Caesar collected his passport, then handed Chu Zihang and Lu Chen’s theirs, revealing a smile that he thought was killer… He thought the girl in front of him had shaky hands because she was a little excited.

It was only until the crowd withdrew did the lobby of waiting passengers and staff relax. Good thing the feared gang battle didn’t happen.

“Since all of you are here to investigate, do you want to first go to Genji Heavy Industries, Rock Stream Research Institute, or to the Execution Bureau to experience life there?” They were sitting in a Mercedes-Benz business car at this moment. Gen Chisei sat in the passenger seat and said to the people behind them.

“No rush. It wasn’t easy to come to Japan. Naturally, we have to experience your local specialties, like Takamagahara.” Caesar opened the car window and flicked out a trace of cigarette ash outside.

“Takamagahara?” Lu Chen repeated puzzledly. Just hearing the name confused him.

“I heard it’s a host club,” Chu Zihang explained. Seeing that Lu Chen was still confused, he simplified, “Hosts drink and talk with women.”

Lu Chen immediately sat up straight and saw that Caesar’s gaze looked a bit off, “Brother Caesar, what’s the point of going to that kind of place?”

Caesar shrugged and said, “Don’t misunderstand. You know, Brother Lu Chen, that I always like the highest quality stuff. As long as it’s the highest quality, I want to try it. Takamagahara is said to be the top host club. Since we’re here, might as well take a look.”

Caesar also now very habitually called Lu Chen “bro,” since Chu Zihang and Lu Chen threw this honorific around all the time, he didn’t want to be isolated from the group.

Lu Chen nodded, treating this like going to a fine dining restaurant.

In the front, Gen Chisei’s face became darker and darker. He had brought up a serious and proper topic, but the dumbasses in the back said like three words about it, then switched to agreeing to stop at a host club as the first stop?

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