Lu Mingfei, who had read Dragon Clan before slaying the dragon

He tried his best to focus his eyes. In his blurred vision, the waves and clouds were receding, the sticky sea breeze blew in his face, and the smell of rotten fish seemed to pass through his respiratory tract and directly into his lungs. It was clearly daytime, but the sky was so dark that it seemed to be connected to the earth, and only the distant coast was flickering with scattered lights.

Lu Mingfei took deep gulps of the fishy and salty air into his lungs. Even though the smell was like a whole can of rotten herrings stuffed into his nostrils, and his lungs were so painful as if they were about to burst due to the slightly cool air, being able to breathe and feel the pain at least meant that he was still alive and in this world.

Fine, icy raindrops fell from the sky, hitting his face. Lu Mingfei looked up at the sky, where low, dark clouds covered the sky, making it seem less lofty and vast, and instead, more oppressive. Lu Mingfei felt as if he hadn't regained consciousness yet, as if a faint cage separated his sight from the sky.

First, he was sure he was alive. Second, he seemed to be still at sea... or was he on a ship? The sound of the engine was drowning out the waves, and the place where his back was lying was cold, hard, and extremely damp. It was probably the deck of a ship.

He tried hard to recall, and the last coherent memory stopped when he pushed the third injection of medicine into his body, roaring at Caesar to take Chu Zihang and Jiude Mai away. Then his brain crashed, and all he could see was the rotten dragon in the endless dark sea and the overwhelming corpses. He seemed to be covered in blood that even the sea could not wash away.

He was controlled by extreme madness and killing. Everything seemed like a nightmare. In the chaos, only a few fragmented fragments flashed back in his mind.

An iceberg falling from the sky… a red and white shrine maiden costume… long hair as dark red as seaweed… a girl in his arms as soft as a cherry blossom petal…

"Eri..." Lu Mingfei pronounced the name with difficulty, his voice as hoarse as a patient with a burned throat.

"Are you awake?" A strange voice came from not far away. It was a man's voice.

Lu Mingfei turned his head and saw a middle-aged man with an unshaven beard locked in a cage. His long hair almost covered his eyes, and a faint light shone through his pupils from between his hair. He was wearing a brown linen shirt and culottes. His wide trouser legs were covered by bony ankles, making him look like a ragged beggar.

Lu Mingfei struggled to sit up, and was surprised to find that the vague cage that he felt wrapped around him when he was still unconscious was not an illusion. Like the beggar-like man, there was an iron fence in front of him, and he was also locked in a hard cage, like a wild animal in a zoo for people to visit.

The sea breeze, mixed with icy raindrops, hit Lu Mingfei in the face. The chill seemed to penetrate his skin and pierce his bones, making him slightly more sober. He subconsciously looked around. He was indeed on the deck of a ship. Containers and iron cages filled the deck. It looked like some kind of large cargo ship.

The cargo ship was sailing on the sea against the wind and waves, and no one knew where it was heading. Men with guns were patrolling the belly and stern of the ship away from the deck. They always deliberately avoided the deck, as if they were afraid of something on the deck.

"Unless something unexpected happens, they generally won't get close to the merchandise." said the beggar-looking man who was locked in the cage next to Lu Mingfei.

"Commodities?" Lu Mingfei frowned slightly.

"You don't seem to understand your current situation." The beggar-like man nodded his chin towards Lu Mingfei, "Why don't you look down and take a look."

Lu Mingfei lowered his head and saw that he was wearing a tattered, simple striped suit, perhaps a prisoner's outfit, which kept him from being completely naked. He felt a heavy pressure at his wrists and ankles, where the hard iron chains bound his hands and feet tightly. He looked like a prisoner who had unfortunately fallen into the hands of a human trafficking organization.

"Hmm... was he caught by some criminal gang?" Lu Mingfei muttered to himself. He tried to break free from the chains, but as soon as he exerted force, he felt a sharp pain in his body. It should be the side effect of the drug.

If the side effects were just weakness and powerlessness, it wouldn't be unacceptable. In fact, after three consecutive injections of such a strong potion, I should be thankful that I didn't die or completely lose control and turn into a monster.

Although Lu Mingfei didn't know how he was rescued and how he came to this ship, he vaguely felt that his survival was probably related to a certain girl.

Were you the one who saved me, Eri?

"You're pretty close. To be precise, this isn't a criminal group, it's a gangster's cargo ship," the beggar said in a low voice. "This ship is used for trading goods. I'm sure you can tell that the people trading these goods are people, but they're unusual people."

"An unusual person? How unusual? Sold as a gigolo or sold to dig coal in the Middle East?"

"No, no, no, although this is a common business for gangs, it's not special enough. The gangs on this ship are a bit special. They believe in religion and gods, and often recruit some unusual people to display and auction." The beggar man said, "See the blond guy behind you? He was once the most famous new king of gigolos on the red-light district. Due to excessive drug use and excessive sexual activity, his health was damaged. His former boss was furious and imprisoned him, forbidding him to touch women or drugs. The guy couldn't stand it and sneaked out. The boss issued a red bounty through the gang to catch him. Although he is no longer young, he still has some of his former charm and should be able to fetch a good price."

"And there were women, women so beautiful they were almost voluptuous, hailing from Russia, the Middle East, and the Western Regions, plucked from all over the world. They were all confined to the ship's cabins, living in the crew's quarters, for fear that the sea breeze would damage their delicate skin."

"It's said that some of the items in this auction include people with special abilities. Spraying water, spitting fire, and teleporting are all easy for them. The most powerful ones can even read minds!"

Mind reading... Lu Mingfei wondered what era this was, and how could anyone still believe in such childish tricks? Isn't mind reading just a more advanced form of profiling? If this could be considered mind reading, then he could also read minds. Then wouldn't his senior sister Nuonuo be the king of mind reading?

But Lu Mingfei changed his mind and realized that this was Japan, so it was understandable that he would be fooled by such a trick.

The Japanese are a superstitious nation. Most of them have some dirty and shameful thoughts in their hearts. As the saying goes, the more you fear something, the more you believe in it. Those who are afraid of ghosts believe in disasters, those who are afraid of difficulties believe in gods and Buddhas, and those who are deeply sinful believe in Jesus. It is not difficult to understand why those who are afraid of others seeing through the dirty thoughts buried deep in their hearts firmly believe that mind reading exists in this world.

"What about you? Why did they take a fancy to you?" Lu Mingfei stared at the beggar man. This guy's unkempt appearance was probably comparable to that of Finger in his heyday. "Are you the King of Sloppiness? Or the leader of the Beggars' Sect?"

"What are those?" the beggar man was stunned.

Although he had never heard of these titles, they sounded quite impressive, like the king and the gang leader, which made him look very impressive.

"Well... they're like your wandering entertainers in Japan or down-and-out ninjas."

"Very close, very close!" The beggar man grinned, "Wizard, I am a wizard, it's easy to see, right?"

"Wizard..." Lu Mingfei looked at the man, his mind filled with absurdity. He felt that this was a hundred times more ridiculous than mind reading.

"Hey, don't look at me like that. I have a legitimate wizard certificate!" the beggar man who claimed to be a wizard shouted, as if saying, "If you don't believe me, I can take out my certificate and slap you in the face at any time." After searching for a long time, he suddenly scratched his head and said, "I suddenly remembered that when I was arrested, they took away my original clothes and my wizard certificate in my pocket."

"What are you arguing about, Number Four? I told you not to touch Lot Zero, didn't you forget?" The gun-wielding man in black was annoyed by the wizard's noise and shouted from a distance, "Do you want a sedative?"

"Okay, okay." The man smiled flatteringly, looking just like Fingle.

"Lot No. 0?" Lu Mingfei was suddenly stunned.

"Yes, lot number zero is you. You are the highlight of this exhibition. Many people come here just for you." The man muttered softly.

"The grand finale? For me?" Lu Mingfei was stunned. "I'm neither a voluptuous woman nor do I have any special abilities. What merits do I have?"

"Eighteen hours ago, the entire southeastern coast of Japan was swept by a tsunami of unprecedented scale. Almost all the fishing villages along the coast were submerged, and even the drainage systems of some coastal metropolises were paralyzed. It was like a raging tide sent down by the sea god," said the man.

Lu Mingfei nodded slowly. This was a tsunami caused by the explosion of the nuclear power cabin. The man would never have thought that the culprit who caused the tsunami was sitting next to him in the cage.

"Some strange creatures were also washed ashore by the tsunami. Everyone says the Sea God has cursed the human world," the man said sinisterly, his eyes gleaming coldly behind his long black hair. "They are rare monsters. They have human upper bodies, covered in dark blue scales, and thick, snake-like tails. Their veins are filled with black blood. They are mythical creatures—mermen. They are messengers of the Sea God."

Lu Mingfei remained silent. He certainly knew what the creatures the man was describing were. They were not mermaids, and had nothing to do with the Sea God. They were Shikigami liberated from Takama-ga-hara.

Damn it, I didn’t expect the Sheqi Eight Families to do such a sloppy job in post-processing!

"It's indeed a bizarre creature," Lu Mingfei said calmly, "but what does this have to do with me being the show's finale?"

"Those washed ashore were all dead. There were very few of them, and they were all killed by a mysterious force," the man said. "Until eight hours ago, someone finally found a living creature in the open sea. It was floating quietly on a piece of driftwood, covered in wounds. Although it looked different from those mermaid-like creatures, it was extremely resilient and even had wings on its back. The discoverer excitedly announced in the Japanese underworld market that he had found a new species bestowed by the sea god, and started an exhibition and auction."

"You mean..." Gradually, Lu Mingfei had a bad premonition in his heart.

"Yes, it's you, my friend!" The man looked at Lu Mingfei excitedly. "You look incredible! When you came on board, everyone was looking at you and were afraid of you, thinking you were the leader of the strange sea monsters. I was the only one who thought you weren't such a bad guy. Now it seems you can speak... So, what instructions did the old sea god give you? Was it to destroy humanity or to mate with genes?"

Chapter 238: Men Reunited in Tokyo Bay

"Unbelievable? Me?"

Lu Mingfei was stunned, thinking in his heart that something was wrong. After he came to his senses, he quickly found a puddle nearby and looked down at his reflection in the water.

He gasped when he saw his own face.

What a strange face it is!

The neck and cheeks were covered with dense black scales, which expanded and contracted with his breathing, like iron gills. His pupils were pale gold, with a magma-like light flowing deep within them. There were short and sharp bone spurs on his broken collarbone... He looked exactly like a little dragon man born from the intercourse between a human and a dragon!

Lu Mingfei opened his collar and looked inside. His body was covered with dense iron scales. Because he had been in a daze before and had not yet fully awakened, he only felt some swelling and pain in his back. Now when he reached out to touch it, he touched the bony wings hidden behind his shoulder blades. Although the scales on his hands and feet had faded, the sharpness of his nails was obviously different from that of ordinary people, almost comparable to that of wild beasts!

Damn it, no wonder those men with guns didn’t dare to get close to the deck. The other people in the iron cages hid behind him as if they saw a monster and didn’t dare to look directly at him... Now I am the monster, the deep-sea messenger sent by Lord Poseidon to bring curses to the world. Is there anything more ridiculous than this!

Of course there is, the messenger of the sea god has been captured by humans, and is about to be exhibited and auctioned!

Lu Mingfei sighed slightly. He still felt very weak and powerless. This abnormal dragon transformation phenomenon should gradually fade away as his strength recovers, but it is obviously not something that can be achieved overnight. He doesn't know how long it will take. He just hopes it will be as soon as possible. After all, perversion is the norm in Japan. If he is really bought by a perverted buyer and he does something perverted to him, he will not be able to resist before his strength recovers... Lu Mingfei suddenly shuddered.

"Hey, friend, you haven't told me where you lived before? The lost city of Baya? Or the underwater ruins and the Yona Monument? It can't be Atlantis, right?"

"Your structure is similar to that of a human. Do you breathe with lungs? Then how do you breathe underwater? Do you dive for a while like a whale and then come up to breathe?"

"And those creatures with snake tails and human bodies—those mermaids. I've heard mermaids are alluring beauties like sirens, but they look so strange. Never mind, none of that matters. Actually, there's one thing that's been bothering me for a long time... How do mermaids excrete?"

"I've told you so much, can't you satisfy my curiosity? My good brother from the ocean!"

The chatterbox man who claimed to be a wizard was indeed talking nonsense. Er Buxixi's questions bombarded Lu Mingfei one after another like a cannon. Lu Mingfei was too lazy to pay attention to him. He leaned against the iron net of the cage and looked towards the coast.

The sea breeze, mixed with tiny waves, hit his cheeks head-on. The sky was pitch black, as black as ink. The evening lights gradually lit up on the coast, like a glowing galaxy. It seemed that it was already evening. Normal people should be sitting around on the tatami at this time, enjoying a satisfying dinner after a tiring day.

Lu Mingfei looked at the tall buildings on the seashore that seemed out of reach. He was slowly approaching that direction with the ship. Every once in a while, the tall buildings would expand a little in his sight. He wondered if there was someone standing behind the huge floor-to-ceiling windows on those buildings, looking at the ship that Lu Mingfei was on from afar.

The suffocating feeling of being trapped in the deep sea in his memory seemed to be washed away by the increasingly strong breath of the human world. Lu Mingfei successfully blocked those monsters at the gate between the underworld and the human world. For this reason, he was only a step away from falling into the underworld forever, but fortunately he survived in the end, which gave Lu Mingfei an illusion.

The human-snake boat under his feet was like a long rope, slowly pulling him back to the human world from the dark hell of the underworld.

……

The night covered Tokyo Bay like a curtain. Caesar stepped down from the special car with great strides and gently closed the door behind him. His every move was full of aristocratic grace.

Caesar looked north at the distant central district of Tokyo, where high-rise buildings formed a glowing steel forest. Forty-eight hours ago, he was still eating king salmon and sipping cigars on one of the tallest skyscrapers, gazing at Tokyo Bay. But tonight, as he stood in Tokyo Bay and looked back at those high-rise buildings, the nobleman felt deeply that life is so unpredictable and is really a journey!

Caesar stood in the sea breeze, lighting the last cigarette in the box with difficulty, watching the fishing boats dock at the pier in the night. The fishermen pulled their large nets and boasted to their partners that the fish and shrimp they caught today were enough for their family to eat for a whole week... These words were all Caesar's imagination, because he was an idiot in Japanese and could not understand what these people were saying at all. However, this did not prevent the young man from feeling the prosperity of this seaside night market.

At this time, the driver who brought him here waved and said "Sayunara", and Caesar also smiled and waved "Sayunara".

Then the driver stepped on the accelerator, and the car spewed out thick gray exhaust smoke that enveloped Caesar. The exhaust smoke extinguished the cigarette that Caesar had finally lit. Caesar stood in the haze, coughing while retracting his waving hand to four fingers, briefly abandoning his noble demeanor, and raised the middle finger high towards the driver.

The driver was a middle-aged man, a bit older than an uncle. The private car was a rickshaw-like three-wheeled motorcycle, nearly scrapped. But it was one of Caesar's few transportation options. Without the private car, his only option was a children's mountain bike, which he'd have to ride across a dozen highways for over 70 kilometers. The tires and pedals would probably be smoking from the strain.

More than 70 kilometers was certainly no problem for an ordinary Caesar. Even if he ran, it would only take him two hours if he gave it his all. But he hadn't eaten all day.

Caesar woke up early this morning and felt sticky things around him. Those things were still wriggling, and it seemed as if someone was pinching some parts of his front and back, which hurt.

He opened his eyes and found himself trapped in a large fishing net, buried by sea fish and lobsters. The pain in his body was the lobsters' hard claws squeezing his firm chest muscles and buttocks, which were both engorged with blood. There were also electric eels and rays around him, staring at him covetously.

Caesar slapped the fish away, took the lobsters off his body, pried open their claws that were clinging to his tender flesh, and shouted for help.

The fishermen around came rushing over after hearing the noise. The owner of the fishing net was surprised to find that he had actually caught a living person in the fishing net he cast last night. He quickly rescued Caesar from the fishing net, gave him some warm liquor to remove the dampness and replenish his body, apologized repeatedly, and asked Caesar why he appeared in the sea in the middle of the night.

Naturally, Caesar could not tell the fishermen about the Snake Eight Clan and Takama-ga-hara. Even if he really came out, the fishermen would probably think that his brain was damaged by being soaked in sea water. So Caesar claimed that he was a good swimmer and had the habit of swimming at night. Last night when he went to challenge to cross Tokyo Bay, he was swept away by a sudden tsunami. He fought with the tsunami for several rounds and was finally defeated. He was also grateful that the fishermen's fishing nets happened to catch him, otherwise he would have sunk to the bottom of the sea.

Fortunately, one of the fishermen knew English and could act as an interpreter. Seeing Caesar's well-developed chest muscles and sturdy physique, they naturally believed his words. They were simple people who lived by the sea and had a deep respect for it. Naturally, they admired Caesar, a lone brave man who dared to challenge the sea.

A fisherman jumped out and said, "So you were washed from Tokyo Bay to Sagami Beach by the tsunami, and you crossed more than 70 kilometers and are still alive. You are so lucky. The messenger of the sea god must have seen your bravery and is silently protecting you."

Caesar was stunned and asked where this was.

The man said, this is Sagami Beach. It may not be very famous, but it's actually not far from Tokyo Bay. Across the coast is the famous tourist destination Izu Peninsula, and next to it is Yokosuka. The famous Mount Fuji is only a two-hour drive away...

Caesar was in no mood to listen to these messed up travel guides. From what the fishermen said, he knew that he had been swept off course by the waves, and Chu Zihang and the hot female ninja were no longer around.

Originally, Lu Mingfei asked him to evacuate quickly. After Caesar bled profusely, he took the unconscious Chu Zihang and Jiude Mai quickly. A few corpse guards kept chasing him. Caesar dragged two "dead bodies" that he could not leave behind while fighting with the corpse guards. He also had to deal with sneak attacks from huge waves and turbulence at any time, and he almost died of exhaustion.

Finally, a girl in a shrine maiden's costume descended from the sky with a huge iceberg, and killed all the corpse guards following Caesar. The iceberg brushed past Caesar's body, and the intense cold and strong pressure actually forced his blood-thirsty state to retreat. Caesar, who had lost his blood-thirsty state, lost consciousness in the high-pressure sea water, and woke up on this beach.

Caesar hurriedly asked if anything earth-shattering had happened in the past ten hours. The fishermen around him looked at each other, and then chattered about the international situation. Some said that international oil prices had risen again, and those oil traders in the Middle East and the tax department of the Japanese political situation were really inhumane; some said that scientists said that the trend of global warming was getting more and more serious, so it seemed that 2012 might really be the end of the world. This tsunami was a sign, and everyone would not live for more than two years... The noisy chatter made Caesar's head buzz.

Caesar had never expected that these fishermen not only understood English, but also had such profound insights into international affairs. He quickly waved his hands and said that it was not such a earth-shattering event. He wanted to know about the situation related to the tsunami a day ago. Does anyone know?

At this time, a fisherman pulled Caesar aside and whispered that his cousin was a gangster in Tokyo. His cousin called him yesterday to ask if there were any strange things on the shore of Sagami Bay. He asked his cousin with a confused look on his face what the strange things were.

His cousin told him that after the tsunami, a few people along the Tokyo coast caught the bodies of mermaids, and the underworld was spending a lot of money to buy these things. He asked him to call if he found any, and they would split the profits 50-50. He then said that he was going to Tokyo Bay tonight to attend a large exhibition and auction. He heard that someone had caught the magical messenger of the sea god, and it was still alive. Even if he didn't get anything good, it would be nice to see it out in the world.

The fisherman gave Caesar his cousin's cell phone number and said that if Caesar needed transportation, he could lend him his nephew's mountain bike. Caesar politely declined, thanked the fishermen, and left the beach without stopping.

He suddenly remembered that he was wanted and could not stop a taxi or take the high-speed train. He was hungry and regretted not accepting the fisherman's nephew's mountain bike or having a free lunch. Fortunately, at this time he saw a tricycle loaded with fruits and vegetables.

Caesar took off his rose gold watch and slapped it into the man's hand, saying that he wanted to buy his entire cart of fruits and vegetables, and the remaining money would be used as the fare to take him to Tokyo Bay. He also wanted to buy the box of cigarettes in the pocket of the man's leather jacket.

The man took Caesar's watch, which had been deformed by the high pressure of the deep sea, with suspicion. The hands of the watch had stopped moving. Caesar saw the man's hesitation and made a "million" gesture with his hand, shouting "Dollar! Dollar!"

The man didn't understand what "Dollar" meant. He thought it meant Japanese Yen. He thought that a watch worth one million yen was really a sky-high price, but he didn't know if it was true.

Just when he was about to challenge the hard rose gold case with his teeth, he was stopped by Caesar. He looked at Caesar's aristocratic sea-blue eyes and was finally convinced. He handed the cigarette in his leather jacket to Caesar and let him sit on his three-wheeled motorcycle. He sighed slightly, showing an attitude of "I don't make money by giving you a ride, but I am willing to lose money to make friends with you."

The motorcycle spewed black smoke as it headed towards Tokyo Bay. The sea breeze blew Caesar's wet golden hair slightly. He looked at his dusty appearance in the rearview mirror of the motorcycle. The young master of the Gattuso family had never been so embarrassed, but he still opened the cheap cigarette box calmly, telling himself in his heart that a true aristocrat should always show his elegant side.

When Caesar saw that there was only one cigarette left in the box, he finally couldn't hold back his pride and cursed in a dark face, "Oh! Fuc."

……

Caesar followed the gang members gathered nearby and crossed countless intersections. He finally arrived at the underground exhibition hall and stood in the dark red light curtain. The towering neon signs seemed to reach directly into the night sky, and the flickering dark red light strips formed the words "TOP CLASS".

This is one of the few Japanese words that Caesar can recognize. To be more precise, he knows this word in various languages ​​because it means "top-notch". The son of the Gattuso family naturally likes all top-notch things.

However, in this "top exhibition and auction venue", Caesar met several people he absolutely did not expect.

Chapter 239: Meet Masao Makoto Again, Lot No. 0

As the young master of the Gattuso family, Caesar was confident that he had seen at least 90% of the world's top exhibitions and auctions.

Many large-scale exhibitions and auctions are proud to invite Caesar and treat him as a guest of honor, which shows that their banquets are of quite high standard. The arrival of the heir of the Gattuso family is also the icing on the cake for the banquet, which raises the standard of the entire venue to a higher level.

But Caesar had never attended such a... "down-to-earth" "top exhibition and auction".

First, the doors. The grandeur of a hall's doors often reflects the stature of a banquet, but this underground building, nestled deep in an alley, only had two single-sided black glass doors, barely wide enough for two men the size of Caesar to pass through simultaneously. It lacked any grandeur.

The second is the reception girls. The reception girls at high-level banquets should be dressed appropriately and solemnly, and they should have an elegant figure and a beautiful face.

But the girls at the venue obviously did not have a welcoming ceremony. Most of them were dressed up in fancy clothes. Their skirts were so short that they revealed the edges of their stockings and the tattoos on their thighs. The heels of their high heels were so sharp that they seemed to be able to kill people. Their faces were smeared with overly seductive makeup.

Their eyes were fixed on the guests coming and going, as if they were staring at prey. Once they locked onto their prey, they would attack quickly, smiling coquettishly and saying "Iracha Imaise" (Welcome) in a coquettish voice, then they would pull the other person's arm into their arms and hold it close to their chest, intentionally or unintentionally revealing their breasts that were about to burst out from under the plunging neckline.

Finally, the guests arrived. The crowds were a mixed bag, many not wearing proper tailored tuxedos; most simply slipped on leather jackets. Some even arrived in tank tops, revealing their arm-deep black tattoos. Some of them seemed to know each other, their greetings occasionally interspersed with a few vulgar curse words.

Caesar originally thought that this exhibition and auction was most likely organized by the Eight Clans of Sheqi, so he planned to sneak over to find out if there was any reliable information. He thought that if Chu Zihang and Lu Mingfei escaped from the bottom of the sea alive and received the news, they would not miss this opportunity, and the few people who had lost contact could also successfully meet each other.

But when he came here, he found that he was wrong. He had attended the welcoming dinner hosted by the giant tortoise for them. Although it was not large in scale, it was also a top-notch banquet. Even Caesar could not find any flaws in it. Compared with this place, it was simply heaven and earth. The head of the underworld would not hold such a tasteless and low-class banquet.

But this also saved Caesar the trouble of finding a decent suit - he was also wearing a leather jacket given to him by fishermen on Sagami Beach, and with his well-trained muscles, he looked like a foreign mercenary or a cold-blooded killer, which was quite in line with the atmosphere of the venue.

Caesar straightened his collar and fixed his eyes on several boys wearing the same leather jackets. He followed the boys as if no one was around, imitating their exaggerated and immature speech and behavior.