The uniformed agent Keiko, with a gentle smile on her face, is doing her daily job as a guide answering passengers' questions.
Although there is only one word difference between her name and the captain of the victory team in the tokusatsu drama, Keiko, who is in the middle, does not feel that it is a pity. After all, having the same name and surname does not mean that she can become the heroic captain of the victory team... not to mention The captain of the Victory Team is an extremely dangerous position. In the impression, he always seems to be the target of abduction by various aliens, right? Besides, if as a captain, your subordinates crash every day, I’m afraid you’ll be bored to death when writing reports, right?
Being a guide in the lobby of Haneda International Airport means you don’t have to worry so much. Although you will occasionally encounter some difficult passengers, you only need to keep your attitude and speak softly for a while, and the security check at such an important place as the airport will be solved. Protection is quite strict. When you work here, you don't need to worry about encountering gangsters coming to collect protection fees or the like...
Just as she was thinking this, the gentle smile on Jian Kezi's face froze because she saw a group of men wearing uniform black suits walking in. Their faces were expressionless but they looked extremely fierce. The imposing manner, the ferocious tattoos on his hands are particularly conspicuous.
"Heiheihei... the underworld?" Keiko's mind went blank.
what's the situation? Is the underworld so rampant now? Is this preparing to use the airport as a breakthrough point to declare war on the Metropolitan Police Department? So what they have to do now is to control the airport to collect protection fees and expand their business scope?
The passengers instantly dispersed and left far away, watching here. The security guards in security uniforms did not dare to perform their duties and stepped forward to stop them. Not to mention the number of people and individual strength of the two sides, it was just a matter of striking an egg against a stone. They were I recognized the hideous tattoos exposed by the men in black. In the Japanese underworld, it is not only legal, but also has a clear rule, that is, you cannot get random tattoos. There are extremely strict requirements for tattoos. If you do it casually, If the random pattern is discovered, there will be extremely serious consequences. Maybe one day it will become a cement pillar under Tokyo Bay!
As for the underworld, the Japanese have some superficial understanding, especially the representative tattoos of the largest ones... For example, these men in black, the tattoos they reveal are the family emblems of the Inuyama family of the Eight Snakes!
These people are all members of the Inuyama family!
It is understandable why these security guards did not dare to step forward. Although Japanese law clearly stipulates that gangsters cannot break the law, if a gangster does not break the law, is it still called a gangster? If you really get angry and kill someone and then recommend a scapegoat to take the blame, even the Metropolitan Police Department will not pursue it in depth. After all, it will be good to gain face! But if you die, you are really dead!
There is absolutely no need to work hard for something like this!
But in full view of the public, these men in black did not take out their firearms and yell at them to squat down and hold their heads in their hands. Instead, they stood on both sides separately like a welcoming team, forming an orderly and slightly spaced but neat line. Passage, with serious faces, people who are still capable of thinking can't help but start to wonder what the purpose of this group of delinquents who almost have "I am not a good person, I am a gangster" written on their faces... Is it just to make things happen? Is this welcome team coming?
Then what?
Who is welcome? What kind of person needs to be welcomed with such a display? A gangster boss?
So an image of a fat-faced, burly, pot-bellied guy with a fleshy face and even so many tattoos covering his face... Because in Japan, the more tattoos you have, the higher your status is. Every tattoo has its origin. They are like this Guessing is not considered rootless.
Reality did not intend to keep them waiting for too long, because slapping people is Reality's favorite thing to do, so under the spotlight, there were two footsteps at the airport, which was so quiet that you could hear the drop of a needle. The leader was a man wearing a black windbreaker. The tall man is as handsome as a star from a movie. Behind him is a beautiful girl wearing glasses. She looks quite good and quiet and elegant. The girl is holding a brand new blue folder. She should be a secretary.
Everyone was shocked and quickly looked around to see where the camera was. At this moment, they felt that this scene should be in a movie. How could the underworld have such a handsome person! And such a beautiful secretary! Fake, absolutely fake!
When he walked in and saw the men in black lined up on both sides, Yuan Zhisheng frowned: "Who arranged this?"
"It should have been arranged by Crow and Yasha. I heard them say it." Sakura sold her teammates without hesitation. In fact, it didn't count. After all, the person who asked this question was the young master Yuan Zhisheng whom she longed for. This can only be regarded as being loyal to her duties. After all, she has never sided with those two people.
"Didn't I tell them to keep a low profile?" Yuan Zhisheng frowned even more when he heard this.
"...Young Master, maybe this is their arrangement after they keep a low profile." Sakura was silent for a while and said.
"..." Yuan Zhi was speechless and did not express any further opinions on this. Although Crow and Yasha are his followers, they have no real duties. It is impossible for their words to be completely accepted by the Inuyama family, not to mention this time. In order to pick up the S-class from the headquarters, a certain number of manpower must be needed to ensure safety... Yes, in the eyes of Yuan Zhisheng, the commissioner team is just a cover. The only ones that are really worth noting are S-class.
However, he was a little tired after not getting enough rest for a long time. Although he took a nap in the car, it was impossible to completely repair it, so now that he was working hard, he was inevitably a little irritable, and the large flower on his head was I didn't bother to look at the green LED display screen and walked directly in the direction of the guide.
So Keiko, the intermediary, stared blankly as the man who conformed to the [male god] standards of most women’s aesthetics walked up to her and said softly: "Hello...Miss Keiko, please help me check... …What is the flight number of the commissioner of this department?”
Saying that, Yuan Zhisheng looked at Sakura and asked.
"Young Master, just let me come." Sakura said.
"Okay then, let me ask them how long it will take for their plane to arrive. I'll go to the toilet." Yuan Zhisheng waved his hand and said, after all, even "Amaterasu" cannot escape the reincarnation of grains.
"Okay, young master." Sakura replied.
Watching Yuan Zhisheng leave, Keiko suddenly felt a sense of loss. Although such a handsome guy knew it was absolutely impossible, he could still be so happy that he couldn't sleep even if he could say a word! In this case, Keiko, the intermediary, has completely forgotten that Yuan Zhisheng is obviously a big shot in the underworld. The general scope of the saying that appearance is justice is still quite broad.
A slender white hand waved in front of Keiko's face, bringing her back to her senses. Sakura said calmly: "Stop thinking and do something."
If it were in the anime, there should be an over-expression of Keiko Nakama being stunned and her face instantly turning red and then steaming out. Unfortunately, there was no such thing. Of course, the blushing point still existed. Keiko Nakama asked Sakura in a low voice what she wanted to do. He quietly looked at her face, and then sighed secretly in his heart, thinking that if he wanted to find that handsome man, he would have to look for someone with such good looks, right?
Sakura didn't care about the mental activities of the ordinary girl in front of her, except for her name, which was almost extraordinary. She informed the intermediary Keiko of the flight number that Mo Qiuran and the others were taking.
"The plane just landed five minutes ago. If there are no checked bags at this time, it should be on its way out..." Keiko replied. As she said, some people had already started to come out, but soon As soon as they noticed the scene in front of the exit, their voices began to decrease until they disappeared.
A group of people who were far away looked around and didn't dare to speak. They searched for a long time but didn't see the person in charge of the camera. So they became more and more sure that this group of people should be serious gangsters... the man before was probably Alien! With such good looks, it is relatively normal to have one among so many people in the underworld, right?
Yuan Zhisheng walked out from the direction of the toilet, still looking very chic in his windbreaker, and came to Sakura's side. He looked at the increasingly crowded but strangely quiet hall, frowned and asked, "Are you there yet?"
"The commissioners' plane has landed, but it hasn't come out yet." Sakura replied.
"Well, let's wait a moment." Yuan Zhisheng frowned and nodded.
A man in black came forward. Sakura stepped forward to communicate with him. After a while, he reported to Yuan Zhisheng: "The Inuyama family has prepared a welcome sign. Do you need to use it? Young Master."
"Welcome sign?" Minamoto raised his eyebrows, "The Inuyama family is indeed responsible for the custom industry. Remember to prepare a welcome sign."
"Actually, it's because the S-class who came this time is an unprecedented one. The last S-class came was the leader of the secret party. The Inuyama family leader should be very cautious about this," Sakura answered. I just gave them an address and asked them to come to you on their own, and it’s even less likely that they need to ask you, young master, to come.”
As a qualified secretary, she discerned Yuan Zhisheng's inner irritability, so she analyzed the reasons for him.
"What kind of treatment should the commissioners of this department usually receive?" Yuan Zhisheng asked with raised eyebrows. As the director of the Executive Bureau, he has many things to do and has no time to take care of such things as reception, so he doesn't know anything about it.
"...Young Master, if you want to talk about every detail, I am not very clear about it. If necessary, I will compile all the relevant information immediately," Sakura replied, "If it is just a summary... it should be It’s very bad. People in my family think that the commissioners from this department are children, and they like to punish them in various ways that don’t pass the line and won’t lead to prosecution.”
"...Okay, no need to be specific." Yuan Zhisheng waved his hand. Sakura said it tactfully, but Yuan Zhisheng still knew very well what kind of situation the people in this family were like. After all, his followers Crow and Yasha were The leader among them can understand the overall situation from a young age. Just when Sakura said this, a bunch of methods to meet the requirements emerged in his mind... To be honest, this condition is too lenient for the people of this family. , Yuan Zhisheng can even imagine the mood and thoughts of each headquarters commissioner after being treated...
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but shook his head: "I don't care what happened before. You are not allowed to mess around this time. A confirmed S-class with a rich record. If he is angered and our family cannot shoulder this responsibility, you tell me crows and yakshas, and then let them pass on.”
"Yes." Sakura nodded and bowed.
At this moment, the quiet hall became lively again, with the sound of suitcase wheels rolling, the sound of talking, and the sound of walking... And as the scene in the hall began to fade away, the noise made by the three people remained. .
"Give it a step, give it a step...Senior, it's your turn to take action!"
"Although this is the case, I still think it sounds weird when you say this, junior..."
"Then let me put it another way, senior, you have just eaten so much high-calorie food that it is making a joke in your body. If these calories are not used out as soon as possible, they will accumulate in your body and turn into fat, making you disappear into one piece. Make your abdominal muscles bigger. In order to avoid this tragedy and for your health, I think you need to get sufficient exercise, so the group of guys in front of you who are standing like dazed wooden posts will leave it to you, who has the physical advantage. The seniors came to clear the way for our juniors!"
"It actually sounds reasonable. Junior, you must be a good player if you want to do MLM!"
"Thank you for the compliment, but a good law-abiding student like me would never do such a violation..."
As this meaningless conversation continued, a pair of big hands pulled away the tightly packed crowd, and the burly body really cleared a path effortlessly for them to walk out as another voice said, Among the three people, the one leading the way had a unkempt face and messy hair. His clothes were baggy and he barely had the words "I am a bastard" written on his face.
"Fingel von Flins..." Yuan's naive eyes glanced at Fingel, and he did not hesitate to define Fingel as a gangster, similar to a role of soy sauce to make up for the number of people. This is true regardless of whether it is based on information or the current first impression.
His gaze lingered on Chu Zihang's face again. His sword-browed and star-like appearance made it difficult for people to just pass by. Chu Zihang's appearance was not inferior to that of Yuan Zhisheng. To be precise, the two of them were two. Different styles, one with evil intentions looks like a cold and cold villain CEO, the other with extremely cold and righteous and stubborn looks like a hero.
Yuan Zhisheng's eyes finally rested on Mo Qiuran's face. It was hard to imagine that a young man who looked so free and uninhibited and merciless would be an S-class boy. However, according to the information, that was the case, and judging from the information, he was His top-level record has even surpassed that of Yuan Zhisheng... At least Yuan Zhisheng has not solved the pure-blood dragon clan that can be rated as a suspected next-generation species.
"Mo Qiuran..." Yuan Zhisheng muttered Mo Qiuran's name silently in his heart, and told himself not to despise the other party just by looking at the surface. Yuan Zhisheng had heard a lot about the legendary name of Principal Ange. Although the person in front of him was not Ange but He is a student sent by Ange. An S-class being is a treasure no matter where he is. Yuan Zhisheng does not believe that Principal Ange would let the treasure come to Japan just to use it as an excuse to start a war. The sacrifice would be too much. Big!
"What kind of big scene is this?"
Mo Qiuran and the other three people quickly noticed the situation in the hall, but there was no pause or hesitation in their steps. An expression of interest appeared on Mo Qiuran's face: "Are you filming a movie?"
"You have to have a camera to make a movie. Where is the camera?" Fingel looked around, "Could it be someone from the branch who came to pick us up?"
Chu Zihang said nothing, and now he is a silent machine.
"Ah? Did you create such a big formation just to pick us up? How embarrassing is this?" When Mo Qiuran said this, the three of them were already close to Yuan Zhisheng and Ying, who were standing in the middle of the hall. Mo Qiuran's eyes lit up immediately after the student met his eyes. He quickly walked up and stretched out his hand to pat Yuan Zhisheng's shoulder, "You are the person in charge of picking up the plane this time, right?"
Yuan Zhisheng frowned. He hated physical contact with others, let alone the rude behavior of tapping someone on the shoulder. So he slid back, and according to his expectation, Mo Qiuran's slap on the shoulder would miss. However, the next second, a steady and strong hand fell on his shoulder.
Even Yi Yuan's naive reaction didn't notice how this happened. At that moment, Mo Qiuran closed the distance with him like a flash, and his hand fell directly on his shoulder!
"Thank you for your hard work!" Mo Qiuran smiled and patted the stunned Yuan Zhisheng on the shoulder, and said in the standard words of condolences from a superior to his subordinates, "But don't make such a big fight, look, like this It’s so inconvenient to block the road and prevent others from walking!”
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