Steady, calm, and tranquil.
That was what Michirou Juumonji saw from the boy named Harano Seigo.
Up until now, he still wasn't sure how he should treat this boy.
If he really was from "that side," then he could even kneel down and kowtow to him, but he wasn't sure yet. Plus... the fact that he was invited here like this made the possibility even lower.
If he really was from "that side," then the invitation would definitely fail. That was what Michirou thought.
People from "that side" were arrogant and looked down on ordinary people, especially people like Michirou, who belonged to the underworld. They disdained to associate with them... at least on the surface.
That was why Michirou frowned when he heard that the invitation had been successful and that the boy he was looking for was on his way here.
Seiji's anticipated development was that if Kaede was truly someone from "that side", then Kaede would be rejected, and perhaps even warned and threatened. Seiji would then have to personally meet with Kaede the next time and show the highest level of respect.
But the current situation was different from what he expected. The possibility of the boy being from "that side" had decreased, but he couldn't completely deny it... it was just such a subtle situation.
Michirou could tell that Seigo's attitude was quite confident. This wasn't the attitude that an ordinary person would have after entering the mafia's headquarters.
Could it be that he really was from "that side"?
Michirou Juumonji was helpless against such an uncertain situation.
That was why when Seigo directly questioned him, he furrowed his brows, and after some quick consideration, he decided to go straight to the point.
"What I want to say is closely related to your identity... Could you tell me your true identity?"
True identity? Seiji raised his eyebrows in surprise.
"Haven't you investigated me?"
"No, we haven't investigated you in any way. We only know your name, that you recently transferred to Yuen Hwa Secondary, that you're in the first year of high school, and that you seem to be friends with the student council president... the daughter of the Wanhua family, and... that you have superhuman skills, that's all." Michirou said calmly.
"That's all you know, and you invited me here?"
"Because we thought that you might be from" that side, "we didn't investigate you rashly to avoid being rude. We only invited you with sincerity and without malice."
There was a moment of silence.
He had thought that they would be able to grasp the situation in such a short period of time. But it turned out that they did not even bother to investigate. All they did was confirm that he was the masked man and came looking for him. Seiji thought.
It was no wonder. The skills he displayed that night were indeed a little scary.
To be honest, even Seiji himself did not expect his combat power to be so strong after activating Fighting. It was almost on par with the awakening of the Black O Empire's savior. The only difference was that he did not have a trench coat, sunglasses, and could not fly.
What a joke.
There was still a long way to go before he could save Master O, but if he continued to rely on the System to become stronger, reaching that level wouldn't be a dream. Speaking of which, "Bullet Time" had already appeared …
Cough, cough, don't get distracted, there's a mafia boss sitting opposite you!
Seiji came back to his senses after he finished complaining in his heart.
"My true identity … Although it's not a big deal, I still hope that you won't spread it," Seiji said calmly as he looked at the other party's face.
"Harano Seigo is a fake name. My real name is … Haruta Seiji."
Haruta … Michirou Juumonji paused for a moment, and then the look in his eyes changed!
"Haruta … Could it be, the one from the 'Seven Great Families' …"
'Seven Great Families?' Seiji blinked. He had indeed heard Wanhua Summer Night say that before, so he nodded in confirmation.
Michirou's expression completely changed.
The masked man called himself "Haruta," and even knew that he was one of the "Seven Great Families" … Was it possible that he was faking it?
Probably not … because Michirou couldn't tell at all that the masked man was lying, or that there was something off about him.
As the leader of the Juumonji Group, he was extremely confident in his own judgment!
And considering the masked man's extraordinary skills, even if the masked man wasn't from "Haruta," he would definitely be related to "Haruta" in some way or another. And as long as the masked man knew, he would understand the meaning of the surname "Haruta," and the consequences of pretending to be "Haruta" would be horrifying!
Michirou knew that if he were in the masked man's shoes, he wouldn't dare to do such a thing even if he was ten times more courageous.
Those who were above the mortal world would make anyone who dared to do such a blasphemous act suffer a hell that was thousands of times worse than death!
A swindler who knew the meaning of the surname "Haruta" and could still pretend to be it without batting an eyelid — that was impossible!
So, the answer was obvious.
Michirou Juumonji broke out in a cold sweat.
He maintained his sitting posture, but he took three steps back.
"I'm so sorry …"
With a wave of his sleeves, he prostrated himself on the ground with both hands and his head on his palms, making the most standard kowtow!
"To think that you're a lord from the Haruta family … I'm truly sorry for my rudeness up until now, and I hope that you'll forgive me!"
Seiji was dumbfounded.
'Wow, I'm just saying a name, why did you kneel down!?
By the way, are all mafia members so used to kneeling!? That posture is so beautiful!! '
After being stunned for a while, Seiji finally recalled what Wanhua Summer Night had said … Didn't his family seem really powerful?
There was no relevant information in his previous life's memories, and although Wanhua's Grand Mistress had said it clearly, it didn't feel real.
Only now did Seiji truly experience the power of the surname "Haruta!"
'Do you really have to be so powerful? Just saying it out loud was enough to scare a mafia boss into such a posture …
'Uh, he's been doing this for quite a while now.'
"Juumonji-san, there's no need to be like this, please get up." Seiji said as calmly as possible, "Even though I'm from the Haruta family … I've just been kicked out of my family, so there's no need to be so nervous."
Kicked out of his family?
He had the ability to single-handedly defeat one-third of the thugs in his group, including Agu, who was armed with a pistol, and his son, who had experienced countless battles, with a single punch. He was actually … an exiled person who had been kicked out of his home!?
In an instant, Michirou, who only had a vague impression of "Haruta," finally felt like he was real!
An exiled person had such power.
Then what about the real "Haruta"?
Perhaps just one person would be able to easily wipe out the entire Juumonji Group!
Michirou's stomach felt even heavier as he realized this.
"No … even if you … have some special circumstances, you're still a 'Haruta,' and for people like me who live in the shadows, you're an existence that we must look up to." He slowly raised his head.
"I'm truly … truly sorry for everything that happened up until now."
Alright, Seiji felt a little embarrassed after being apologized to so many times.
"I've already accepted your apology, so there's no need to repeat it." He scratched his cheek.
"Judging by your appearance … I don't think I need to explain my true identity any further, so … what exactly do you want to tell me?"
"Before that, please allow me to properly entertain you." Michirou Juumonji bowed his head in respect, then raised his hand and clapped twice.
The next second, two young and beautiful women wearing Sakura Island attire walked in. One of them carried a large tray with various small plates of pastries on it, while the other carried a tray with a teapot and teacups, as well as a kettle, a small spoon, a small pot of tea … and so on.
After the two women entered, they knelt by the table and took out everything on the plate.
They placed the pastries on the table, and placed the teapot and teacups next to Michirou. Then, they bowed and quietly left.
"I'll make some tea; please have some of these desserts first." Michirou Seiji Mukai indicated.
Seiji could already tell that Michirou didn't have any ill intentions towards him, and in fact seemed to be quite respectful towards him, so he let down his guard slightly and didn't bother being polite with Michirou. He picked up a pair of chopsticks, picked up the food he was interested in, and put it into his mouth.
'Mmm, delicious!
They must've been carefully made by a skilled chef; the taste was even better than the desserts at the Divine Taste confectionery store … After all, the desserts at the Divine Taste confectionery store were all mass-produced.
At this moment, Seiji became curious. Just how delicious would the desserts created by Rika Amami, who created all of the desserts in the store, be?
As a front desk staff member, he hadn't had the chance to taste any of the desserts. Perhaps only the kitchen staff would get this benefit when they learned how to make them.
Seiji thought about this as he tasted the desserts.
Michirou Juumonji began working on the tea set, boiling water, adding tea leaves, and carefully stirring the tea … he had a devout expression as if he was carrying out a ritual.
'This probably isn't an authentic tea ceremony … but it's enough for me to show off. If he's really a university professor, I'm sure some girls will fall for him if he shows off like this in front of the female students.'
Seiji casually evaluated Michirou in his mind.
After a series of smooth acting … whoops, the tea ceremony, Michirou held up a cup of hot tea and offered it to the boy sitting across from him.
This was the first time he had ever respectfully offered tea that he brewed to such a young man; even his own children hadn't received such treatment!
Michirou didn't feel like it was an insult at all, but rather an honor.
Because this person was "Haruta!"
Even if he was an exiled person … no, it was precisely because he was an exiled person that he had this opportunity.
Otherwise, it would have been difficult for him to come into contact with such a person in his lifetime.
"Please have some tea."
"Oh … thank you."
Seiji took the teacup and carefully took a sip.
"Mmm, it's delicious … excellent tea."
Michirou Juumonji smiled faintly upon hearing this.
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