Know Yourself in the Dragon World

Chapter 160 Meeting with the 'Dragon King'

"Hirano Kaede, formerly known as Miyamoto Kaede." Sakurai Kogure said the results of the investigation softly, worried that it would affect what the man was doing. "He has the blood of the main family, but is not used by the main family. He was adopted by the Jiude family since he was a child, and later his potential was discovered. He is an A-level hybrid, and was trained to be a knife for the Jiude family to work for the government. A few days ago, the Jiude family provided his information to the main family, indicating that he has escaped the control of the Jiude family, and hoped that the main family could help get rid of him."

"Oh?" the man said softly, "No wonder you came to us."

"He is familiar with the ghosts and knows of your existence."

"Although there is no conflict between the underworld and the government, they still have some understanding of each other, not to mention that he is an excellent half-blood with blood on his hands."

"so……"

"Is he free now?" The man said, "After tonight, I have other things to do. I don't know when I will come next time."

Hearing that the man would leave after tonight, Sakurai Kogure was distracted for a moment, then quickly replied: "If you need it, he must have it."

"Bring him up, I'll see him."

"Is it here?"

"Ah."

"Ok."

……

Han Qiu changed into a new mask in the bathroom. Fortunately, he brought a few masks with him this time, otherwise, who knows how long he would be kept under house arrest by Sakurai Kogure.

The treatment here is quite good, with food and accommodation provided. As long as you don't leave the Paradise Hall, you can stay on the first or second floor.

He checked and found no surveillance or listening devices in the room.

Even yesterday, Sakurai Kogure sent someone to ask if they needed to arrange for a few girls to come up and relieve the boredom.

This... Although they rejected it, the ghosts still treated them very well.

It would be like this if you didn’t join, but it would be different if you joined.

That must not take off!

Knock knock knock, there was a sudden knock on the door.

"Who is it?" Han Qiu stuffed the mask he had taken off into his pocket and put on the white mask again.

It's the middle of the night, you're not going to have a fight, are you?

"It's me. Are you asleep? I want to invite you to talk about something." Sakurai Kogure's voice came from outside the door.

She came in person to invite me, showing her sincerity.

"Okay, wait for me two minutes."

Han Qiu stuffed the human skin mask into his socks, hid it under his feet, and put on his leather shoes.

It's a thin layer and there's nothing uncomfortable about it, but there's a little odor when you change it, so you need to wash it thoroughly.

When doing things in Japan, you must be extremely cautious.

After doing all this, he opened the door.

"Please." Sakurai Kogure bowed slightly.

From this action, Han Qiu roughly guessed that the man had arrived.

He followed Sakurai Kogure into the elevator and saw him press the third floor button, so he asked, "Is it about my wish? I heard that no one can go up to the third floor except you."

"Yes." Sakurai Kogure did not hide it: "He is here and wants to see you."

The elevator arrived and when the door opened, there was a long corridor going to the left and right.

The decoration here is completely different from that on the first and second floors. It is completely an ancient Japanese style.

Opposite is a carved wooden door, through which one can vaguely see a figure sitting inside.

"Change your shoes, don't dirty the floor." Sakurai Kogure brought a pair of wooden clogs.

Han Qiu put them on without changing his expression, and Sakurai Kogure didn't notice anything unusual in his socks.

As the person in charge, you also need to knock on the door politely in front of men.

"Come in." The man in the room said lightly.

As the door was pushed open by Sakurai Kogure, what Han Qiu saw was a person dressed in Kabuki costumes, and it was difficult to tell whether he was a man or a woman.

'Dragon King', Kazama Ruri, Minamoto Chitose, it seems that many people have multiple identities.

Han Qiu thought about himself and felt that he was not much better.

"Are you... His Excellency 'Dragon King'?" Han Qiu asked.

Just as he was about to step forward and walk in, the 'Dragon King' looked up at him.

The gold in the pupils was very heavy, like a pool of golden water surging.

This look, although apparently ordinary, made Han Qiu feel a little chilly.

He immediately got the answer: invincible.

Even though he was his senior brother, Han Qiu didn't have this feeling.

The Dragon King slowly withdrew his gaze and said, "Come in and sit down."

Han Qiu took a deep breath and took a step out. Sakurai Kogure closed the door for the two of them from the outside.

"I hate people wearing masks." After Han Qiu sat down, the 'Dragon King' suddenly said.

Then a white hand reached out to Han Qiu and grabbed the mask on his face.

Han Qiu instinctively raised his hand to stop him. It seemed light, but in fact, his strength was terrifying.

The two of them were at a stalemate.

"Oh?" The Dragon King smiled in surprise.

Han Qiu's hands began to tremble. Before being forced to take off the mask, he chose to do it himself. At least it was decent and could dispel the other party's doubts.

Seeing Han Qiu taking off his mask on his own initiative, the 'Dragon King' then withdrew his hand.

"A nice face," he commented.

"I also didn't expect that the 'Dragon King' of the fierce ghosts would look so feminine." Han Qiu said.

I was thankful that the Dragon King didn't continue to do anything to me.

This is gambling, betting on people's hearts, betting that your own approach will succeed.

"I heard that you want to join us?" the Dragon King asked softly.

"Yeah." Han Qiu nodded, "I have nowhere to go, and I don't want to waste my life. I guess you have checked my information thoroughly in the past few days."

"So, should I call you Hirano Kaede or Miyamoto Kaede?"

"Hirano Kaede, I have nothing to do with the Miyamoto family. I even hate this family."

"why?"

"Because I could have a normal life." Han Qiu smiled bitterly.

The 'Dragon King' understood the deep meaning of this sentence and only sighed: "How does it feel to be someone else's knife?"

"Every day is a torment, and life does not belong to me."

Han Qiu felt like he was in an interview.

However, the questions from the 'Dragon King' are obviously more meaningful than those from the academy, and there won't be any stupid questions like "Do you believe in aliens?"

"I see." The Dragon King seemed to be thinking about something. "Have you ever considered turning yourself in? Perhaps the Jiude Family will remember our friendship."

"I don't want to live like that anymore."

"Then how can you be sure that the life of the Ghost Clan is what you want it to be?"

"It's better than me running around. Besides, people who have used knives are destined to be bloodthirsty." Han Qiu suddenly showed a fierce look.

The look a knife should have is one of murderous intent.

The Dragon King showed no emotion towards such a look, and simply said, "I can help you escape abroad, and this will be a better outcome."

It’s really tough, but luckily I was prepared.

Since we have to talk like this, let’s use our ultimate move.

"The fierce ghosts have a way to increase their strength, right?" Han Qiu began to exert his strength to take control. "Although I don't know much, what do you rely on to fight against the main family?"

"I can only tell you that there is. But I cannot reveal the specific method."

"I need this kind of power." Han Qiu clenched his fists, "I need to make the Jiude family pay the price, and my family as well."

The Dragon King began to stare at Han Qiu again, and after a long while he spoke with satisfaction: "You finally told the truth."

Han Qiu thanked Mr. Han over and over again in his mind. Up to now, Mr. Han's greatest usefulness was not in giving feedback based on cause and effect, but in disguising his emotions and eyes.

"I didn't want to say this originally. Just keep the hatred in your heart," said Han Qiu.

"That's a very good point. It's better to keep the hatred in your heart, but people sometimes have powerlessness."

"So I need power." Han Qiu licked his lips, his eyes filled with longing, "I am even obsessed with power."