Chapter 151 Father and son meet "Hmph, is this all the Sheqi Eight Families are capable of now?" A low and mocking voice echoed in the empty corridor. The elevator door slowly opened, and when Yuan Zhisheng and Ying came out, they heard this undisguised provocation. They looked at each other, and their eyes darkened. They looked in the direction of the sound and saw a man sitting casually on a pile of people in the middle of the corridor not far away. Those people were wearing the uniforms of the Sheqi Eight Families Executive Bureau. At this moment, they were all slumped to the ground, unconscious, like a mountain of rag dolls. The man was wearing a ramen chef's outfit, which was a little shabby, but the cuffs and collar were neat and tidy. He casually rested one elbow on his knee, and with the other hand he held a greasy towel and wiped his hands slowly, with a look of disdain and amusement, as if what he had just knocked down were just a group of insignificant bugs. Yuan Zhisheng's gaze condensed slightly, and a cold light flashed in his eyes. This person was Uesugi Yue, a former underworld legend and a taboo figure within the Sheqi Eight Families. Uesugi Koshi's power was legendary in the history of the Snake Eight Families, but he left the family many years ago due to a power struggle within the family and disappeared without a trace. Now he suddenly appears, seemingly with anger and provocation that cannot be concealed. "Uesugi Yue." Yuan Zhisheng said in a deep voice, his eyes as cold as a knife, "You trespassed into the Sheqi Eight Clan and attacked our Executive Bureau members. Do you really think that the Sheqi Eight Clan is easy to bully?" Uesugi Yue lazily raised his head, a sneer in his eyes, not taking the young head of the family in front of him seriously at all. "Oh? The current Sheqi Eight Clan actually let a young boy be the head of the family?" He glanced at Yuan Zhisheng, and a contemptuous arc appeared at the corner of his mouth. Ying stared at Uesugi Yue coldly, suppressing her anger: "Uesugi Yue, please watch your words. What exactly do you want to do by trespassing into the territory of the Sheqi Eight Clan today?" Uesugi Yue sneered, his tone full of sarcasm: "I just came to see what this family has become after I left. I didn't expect it to be so much worse than before." His eyes swept over the elites of the Executive Bureau lying on the ground with undisguised contempt, "These people are all trash. The elites that you, the Eight Sheqi Families, were so proud of back then, are now so weak?"
Yuan Zhisheng took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, and said coldly: "Uesugi Yue, I respect you as a senior, but you trespassed into the family's important place today, treated our guards as nothing, and spoke rudely. If you don't have a legitimate reason, don't blame me for being merciless." Uesugi Yue laughed, with a hint of coldness in his voice: "Show mercy? You don't deserve it." He stood up from the crowd, patted the dust off his body, his eyes sharp as a knife, "I came here today just to see what you are capable of as the head of the family, to see if you are qualified to sit in this position." After saying that, he flashed and in the next moment he was close to Gen Chisheng. Sakura had almost no time to react. She saw Uesugi Yue passing by like a ghost. The distance between them was instantly shortened. There was a suffocating feeling of oppression in the air. Uesugi Yue's palm, with a sharp gust of wind, pointed directly at Gen Chisheng's chest! Gen Chisei's pupils shrank slightly, and the fighting instinct in his body was instantly aroused. He leaned sideways to avoid Uesugi Yue's palm wind, and punched Uesugi Yue's waist with his backhand. This punch condensed all his strength. It was powerful yet precisely controlled within a reasonable range. Uesugi Yue curled up the corner of his mouth in a cold smile and blocked with one hand. The power of the two men clashed in an instant, and invisible sparks seemed to burst out in the air. Uesugi Yue only took a slight step back and then stabilized his body, while Gen Chisei was shocked and took three steps back, and even tiny cracks appeared on the floor under his feet. "Not bad, kid." Uesugi Yue's eyes flickered slightly with a hint of admiration, "You have some strength, but it's still far from enough." Gen Chisheng steadied his body, his eyes cold, and he had a deeper understanding of Uesugi Yue's strength. Uesugi Yue's power was indeed as strong as the rumors said, even beyond his imagination, but he did not show the slightest fear, instead, fighting spirit ignited in his eyes. "We, the Eight Sheqi Families, never need others to judge us." Yuan Zhisheng said coldly. His aura suddenly changed and his figure rushed forward like a gust of wind, rushing towards Uesugi Yue. His fists were sharp and carried an unquestionable momentum, as if he was determined to prove his qualifications as the head of the family. Uesugi Yue snorted lightly and met him with disdain. Their fists and palms collided in mid-air again. The strong winds intertwined, causing the surrounding air to slightly distort. The two men's movements were as fast as lightning, and there was no mercy between their fists and feet. Every move and every style carried a strong murderous intent. Sakura stood aside, watching this fierce duel nervously, feeling worried and amazed. She had never seen Yuan Zhisheng show such a fierce fighting spirit. At this moment, he completely got rid of his gentle appearance and revealed the true fangs of the Snake Eight Clan. They exchanged dozens of moves, with fist shadows and palm winds constantly intertwining in the air. Cracks gradually appeared on the floor, and even mottled fist marks were left on the wall. The cynical smile on Uesugi Yue's face finally disappeared, and his eyes gradually became solemn. He obviously did not expect that Yuan Zhisheng could fight with him to this extent. At the moment when the two were about to fight again, Uesugi Yue suddenly retracted his fist, took a half step back, breathing slightly, as if he was weighing something. Yuan Zhisheng stood where he was, his fists clenched, his breathing slightly rapid, but his eyes were still as sharp as a knife, and he did not retreat at all. "Not bad, kid, you look like a family head now." Uesugi Yue finally spoke, with a barely perceptible approval in his tone, "I underestimated you." Gen Chisei did not answer, but just looked at him coldly, without any relaxation in his eyes. The two confronted each other for a moment, and Uesugi Yue suddenly smiled, and the coldness in his eyes gradually faded away. "I'm not here just to provoke you today." He said slowly, his tone becoming more serious. "I want to remind you of one thing, Yuan Zhisheng, the burden of the Sheqi Eight Clan is heavier than you can imagine. These secrets are far more complicated than you know now. If you insist on becoming the head of this family, you must understand this." Gen Chisei frowned slightly, a hint of doubt arose in his heart. He could sense the hidden meaning in Uesugi Yue's words, but it was difficult to figure it out for the moment. Uesugi Yue smiled slightly, turned around and walked to the end of the corridor, as if this fierce duel had never happened. "That's all for today, maybe we'll meet again in the future."
His figure gradually disappeared into the shadows of the corridor, leaving Gen Chisei and Sakura standing there, silent. Ying walked gently to Yuan Zhisheng's side and asked worriedly, "Master, are you okay?" Yuan Zhisheng shook his head, panting slightly, with a complicated light in his eyes: "Uesugi Yue...what else does he know?" Ying lowered her head in thought, then raised her head after a moment: "Perhaps, his return is not just a provocation, but a deeper reminder to the family." Yuan Zhisheng's gaze became deeper, and his inner doubts and uneasiness were intertwined. ………… After Uesugi Yue left, that disdainful expression immediately disappeared, replaced by a weird but gentle smile. When he heard that he actually had a son in this world, he was shocked and unbelievable. He thought that this cursed bloodline would be cut off in his generation, but he didn't expect that it would continue. For many years, he thought that his only destination was a lonely death with this cursed fate. He had long given up the hope of having a family and offspring, and gave up the warmth that was once hidden deep in his heart. Unexpectedly, today, he discovered that he had a son, a son with the same stubborn eyes. He once thought about having a daughter, taking her to France, and then living an ordinary life, watching himself grow old, watching his daughter get married, and then dying in obscurity in this corner of the world. This was the life he had always dreamed of, but he knew it was impossible because he had cursed blood flowing in his body. In the end, he couldn't resist the inner desire and came to see the blood he left in this world. He originally just wanted to take a look at Yuan Zhisheng from afar, to see the traces of his bloodline left in the world, to see what the child would look like. He even thought that he would face his offspring with a kind of cold disgust, just like his father did. His father hated his birth all his life and thought he was a monster, but when he actually saw Yuan Zhisheng and that young face came into his eyes, the coldness in his heart collapsed in an instant. When he saw Yuan Zhisheng for the first time, he felt a little dazed. That face really looked like himself when he was young. He didn't know why he suddenly had the urge to cry. He didn't know how to face his son. He was a little panicked and scared. He could only use disdain to cover up his fear. He was a little afraid to let his son know that this useless man dressed in ramen chef's clothes was his father. He didn't want to leave such an impression on him, so he took action again after not having taken action for decades to let his son know that he was still the underworld emperor. He remembered the first time he set foot in Japan, the elder of the Sheqi Eight Clan said that his father had been waiting for him before he died, but he was just a step too late. Yes, this is his son after all, the proof that he stayed in this world, how could he really hate him. Unconsciously, he walked back to his ramen stand on the street corner. The stall was simple, with a few dim light bulbs hanging on the shed, swaying slightly in the night breeze. He looked down at the ramen chef's attire he was wearing and suddenly felt a little ironic. Perhaps, such an inconspicuous identity was his best disguise, hiding the tenderness and loneliness deep in his heart. Students from Tokyo University walked past the stall one after another. Several regular customers recognized Uesugi Yue and sat down to order food. Uesugi Yue picked up the noodles skillfully, wiped his hands with a greasy towel, and began to cook noodles for them. He looked at the boiling soup in the pot, but the figure of Yuan Zhisheng kept appearing in his mind. "Master Yue, you seem to be in a good mood today!" a student who often visited the store said with a smile. Seeing the rare smile on Uesugi Yue's face, he couldn't help but ask curiously. Uesugi Yue was slightly stunned, then he smiled faintly, with a hint of tenderness in his eyes, "Yes, I am in a good mood today. I thought I had nothing in this world, but today... I suddenly found someone worth protecting." There was a hint of hoarseness in his voice, as if he was telling a distant secret, or whispering to himself. The student didn't think much about it and congratulated him with a smile: "Then congratulations to Master Yue! It seems that Master Yue still cares about you." Uesugi Yue did not answer, but silently placed a bowl of steaming ramen in front of the student and smiled. At this moment, he suddenly understood that no matter how dark and cruel the past was, the continuation of bloodline carried an inseparable bond.
He may not be able to truly protect Yuan Zhisheng, and he may not even dare to tell him his identity, but he will still silently pay attention to him in his own way, even if it is just watching from a distance and accompanying him quietly. This is the last tenderness he left in this world, the tenderness of a father belonging to Uesugi Yue. The night was silent, and the wind blew across the street corner, bringing a hint of chill. Uesugi Yue turned off the last light of the ramen stall, and the surroundings fell into darkness. He stood in the faint moonlight, looking down at the tidy stall, his eyes complex and determined. This might be the last time he would set up a stall here. After packing up everything, he took out his old-fashioned cell phone and made a call, which Ange had left for him. "Hello, Ange." "Uesugi Yue?" Ange's voice was filled with surprise that was hard to conceal. "I didn't expect you to actually call me! So, are you finally going to meet your son?" Uesugi Yue was silent for a moment, looking up at the night sky above his head, and slowly spoke with a hoarse but gentle voice: "Today... I met my son, he looks a lot like me." Angers was silent for a moment on the other end of the phone, and seemed to understand Uesugi Yue's mood at the moment, and asked calmly: "Really... So you plan to return to the Sheqi family? Acknowledge this son?" "No," Shangshan Yue shook his head slightly, his voice full of determination, "I don't plan to go back to the Sheqi Eighth Family. Ange, you know, from my father to me, and then to my children, our generations have been bound by this cursed bloodline. Those who are given royal blood have never had a good end... I don't want my children to bear this cursed fate anymore." "What do you mean...?" Ange's voice was filled with doubt. "I'm going to cut off the source of this curse." Uesugi Yue's voice was low and firm, and every word carried a great force, deeply engraved in the night. "It's not like I haven't done anything over the years. In fact, a few years ago, I sensed that God had returned here." "god?" "It is the White King that has not evolved completely. It has not appeared for so many years, but not long ago I sensed where it is and someone is awakening it. I originally didn't intend to care, but now I have a son and this is where my son lives, so I plan to kill it and completely sever the fate of the Eight Snake Families." Ange was silent for a moment on the other end of the phone, then asked in a low voice: "Do you know what this means? The power of the White King is extraordinary. It is a true ancient existence. To fight against it with a mortal body... is a matter of life and death." "I know." Uesugi Yue's voice was calm with unshakable determination, "I have lived my life without any worries, but this time, I must do it, not for the Sheqi Eight Clan, not for the so-called glory, but simply for my son, so that he can escape this fate and live an ordinary life." On the other end of the phone, Angers sighed, with a hint of barely perceptible admiration: "Uesugi Yue... maybe you are the real hero this time, although you will never admit it." "Hero?" Uesugi Yue smiled lightly, with a hint of self-mockery in his tone, "I'm just an old-fashioned ramen chef. What hero, what royal blood, that's all a joke. I just don't want my son to bear the pain I've experienced in my life." He looked at the night sky, as if he saw Yuan Zhisheng's young and stubborn face, and his heart was filled with tenderness and determination. "Ange, I hope you can promise me something." "what's up?" "If I fail, if I can't come back in the end, I hope you can help me take care of my son. He doesn't need to know that I am his father. He just needs to know that he is no longer a cursed bloodline. He can choose his own future instead of continuing on my path." Angers was silent for a long time on the other end of the phone, and finally said slowly: "I promise you, Uesugi Yue, I will do my best to protect him." "Thank you." Uesugi Yue sighed softly, with a gleam of relief in his eyes. He was finally able to put aside all his worries and move forward towards his true inner beliefs. After hanging up the phone, he stood in the night, as if saying goodbye to the world. He turned around and took one last look at the simple ramen stall, with a hint of reluctant tenderness in his eyes. This small stall witnessed the most ordinary moments of his life and also hid the deepest secrets in his heart. Perhaps to everyone, he was just an unknown ramen chef, but to him, this was his final destination. "Goodbye..." he whispered to himself, with a relieved smile, turned and disappeared into the shadows of the street.
That night, he was fearless because he had found the meaning of his existence. No matter how dark the road ahead was, he would eventually trample it for the sake of the name he had never acknowledged in person - father. ………… "Fingal, have you locked the location of the phone?" The moment the call was hung up, Angers immediately shouted to Finkel beside him. "Done! An old phone was locked in minutes!" Finkel shouted excitedly beside him. (End of this chapter)