Minamoto Chisaki stared at Xia Mi for a long while before finally unable to suppress the question that had lingered in his mind for so long:
"This... counts as logistics personnel?"
"No, I'm here sightseeing. I just happened to hitch a ride on the college's flight." Xia Mi's eyes curved into crescents as she answered as though it were only natural.
Minamoto Chisaki raised a hand to his forehead, overcome by a sense of helplessness. She really was here to "sightsee"!
From the moment they had started talking, he had felt that something was strange about this group from headquarters. Now, he was utterly speechless—
He wanted to grab these people by their collars and demand: What did they think this mission was? Was this really the caliber of headquarters' executive agents?
Although he had also secretly guarded against headquarters having ulterior motives—ostensibly, they had come to deal with the suspected Dragon Kind Embryo in the Trench, but in truth, they might be probing the secrets of the Eight Clans of the Serpent. From that perspective, the more useless the people headquarters sent were, the better it might be for the family.
But deep down, he was that sort of person after all. He believed in the way of the yakuza, admired the lone wolf's resolve and the awareness of living in defiance of death. He had always found it hard to tolerate trash and those who willingly let themselves rot—
This batch of "elites" from headquarters was practically testing the limits of his patience. Even as opponents, he could hardly stand watching them!
So he said coldly, "If you're sightseeing, I'd recommend using the proper channels. The college's mission needs to remain confidential, so you won't be passing through customs—this isn't Narita Airport."
"So we smuggled in?" Xia Mi