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

He still knows common Japanese curse words like "Bagayalu" and "Qikexiu".

I have to say that Caesar's performance is just right and natural. In the field of "middle school second year", he definitely possesses super "S" level talent. Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang combined are no match for him. The powerful language mixed with Japanese and English sounds unique.

Caesar had the perfect smile on his face, spoke the perfect language of a strong man, and wore the perfect clothes... and was finally stopped at the perfect entrance.

Caesar pointed to the security guards, pointing to the boys who had already entered the venue wearing the same leather jackets as himself, and then pointed to himself, indicating that they were all in the same group. His ocean-blue eyes were filled with deep confusion. He thought he had acted perfectly, but the short security guard still stopped him from entering the venue.

"We are good friends, good homie." Caesar wondered if his smile wasn't warm enough, so he grinned, revealing his two rows of white teeth. "Good brothers! You know?"

"No!" The security guard shook his head at the silly foreigner who seemed to be so happy, and pointed to his shoulder.

Caesar looked down at his empty shoulders, then looked at the horn patterns on the shoulders of the boys who had already gone away. Then he suddenly realized that he did not have the emblem of the underworld gang!

Just as he was debating whether to go out and rob a lone gangster to get him to give him his clothes, or to use his rich and handsome pick-up skills to get a receptionist to help him sneak into the venue, a somewhat timid female voice sounded not far away.

"Mr. Gattuso? Excuse me, is this Mr. Gattuso?"

Caesar turned his head and saw a girl in a uniform and a dress standing not far away, waving at him. He looked at her carefully, then asked in surprise, "Are you a real lady?"

"It's me! It's really Mr. Gattuso!" Zhen looked very surprised. Her English sounded quite fluent, and she had no problem communicating with Caesar. "What a coincidence! We meet again. What brought you here?"

Caesar just greeted him with a smile, thinking to himself, why am I here... I came here on a broken three-wheeled motorcycle... But it is still pleasant to meet someone you know here.

Aso Makoto happily trotted a few steps to Caesar, her high heels making a clicking sound. She was extremely surprised to meet this foreigner whom she had met once before, and she was even more surprised that he still remembered her.

Because in her eyes, they were from completely different worlds. She still remembered that rainy night not long ago, yet it felt like a dream. She tentatively called the gang's main phone number, and these men in black trench coats and fancy linings actually pushed open the shop door and filed in.

I've heard of the methods of real gangsters. Compared to those ruthless killers, Noda Hisashi is nothing more than a middle school-aged teenager. Yakuza with slightly worse tempers will often cut off someone's pinky finger, while even more ruthless ones will chop off an entire hand or gouge out an eye. Those old men wearing one-eyed masks you often see on the street are likely the result of a gang member's youth who offended some ruthless individual and had his eye pecked out by an eagle.

But these were commonplace. Far more terrifying were the sight of bodies being cast into concrete piles and sunk into Tokyo Bay or embedded in the pillars of a building. For a while, she'd often seen on TV fishing boats pulling up decayed, white bodies from the shallows of Tokyo Bay. It gave her nightmares, and that's why she'd always feared the yakuza, even Noda Hisashi.

But the appearance of Caesar and his men made her realize that there were such polite gangsters in the world. They were well-dressed but not overbearing, and they were very patient in appealing to the emotions and reasoning with gangsters like Noda Hisashi.

So many things happened that night. There were gang fights and gun attacks in the streets. The rain and thunder outside the window were so loud that even Noda Hisashi was shaking with fear. But he felt inexplicably at ease. When these people were guarding the store, it seemed that there was no need to panic even if the sky fell.

After that, Noda Shou kept shouting Lu Mingfei's name, saying that he was a big brother worthy of his lifelong respect. Zhen was also very grateful to the kind and powerful law enforcement officer, who not only saved her life but also took care of the store's business. However, the person who impressed Zhen the most was actually Caesar, who she had not interacted with much.

I'd never seen such a handsome man before. His handsomeness wasn't just superficial; it was in his bones. His smile seemed to radiate light, making one feel like he must have blood as warm as the sun coursing through his bones. He merely accepted a cup of instant coffee, but his smile was so bright and cheerful, as if he had accepted a girl's most precious gift.

In fact, I really don't know. This is the self-awareness engraved in the bones of the young man. Even if the person who handed him the coffee was an old beggar, Caesar would politely accept it with a polite smile, and maybe even give her a generous tip.

Caesar looked at Zhen, then looked at the reception girls who were posing coquettishly not far away.

He wanted to ask why she was in a place like this, but when the question came to his lips, he couldn't bring himself to ask it. Because asking it would make him sound like an idiot, and it would sound like he was looking down on her.

Isn't it all about money, no matter where you work? It seems that in the minds of many Japanese girls, exchanging your body for money is not shameful. Besides, many of the hostesses here don't offer anything, so if you let someone touch you, you can get a generous tip. Come to think of it... it's quite a good deal, right?

Zhen noticed Caesar's gaze, but didn't immediately explain. She asked softly, "Do you want to come in? Did you forget to wear your uniform from last time?"

"Actually, I'm not from this family. They have a partnership with our school. Lu Mingfei, Chu Zihang, and I are just here on business. I met the friendly-looking guy and the expressionless guy at the toy store." Caesar whispered, "Then something happened. Now our partnership is a bit unexpected. I really want to get into this auction, but I can't be too high-profile because I can't reveal my identity."

"I understand, I understand. Shou and I actually saw your wanted poster on TV yesterday. It described you as ferocious, but Shou kept saying that Lu Mingfei couldn't be a bad guy. So, in my opinion, Mr. Caesar must not be a bad guy either." Zhen whispered, "Fortunately, you look a little different from the wanted poster, and there's no surveillance here. If you want to go in, why don't you come with me through the backstage entrance?"

"Backstage entrance?" Caesar was stunned.

Zhen nodded and led Caesar deeper into the alley, around half the distance of the road, to another entrance.

There is a sign in Japanese on the entrance door saying "No entry for outsiders".

"At auctions, there are people who are responsible for putting items on carts and pushing them onto the stage for display. Unlike regular receptionists, they're usually not harassed, so this job is relatively safe," Makoto Aso said. "Shou found out about this part-time job from his cousin. They had a few spots open, so I decided to give it a try. They saw my height and good physique, so they offered me a very good salary."

"I see." Caesar nodded in understanding.

No wonder her uniform is different from that of other reception girls. Upon closer inspection, it is far less revealing. The suit, stockings and high heels are all of the right size. However, Caesar had never realized that this girl was actually so tall. When she put on high heels, she could almost look at him at eye level.

"After taking a closer look, I found that she is one of the rare tall Japanese girls." Caesar scratched his head, trying to ease the embarrassment caused by the misunderstanding just now.

"I'm a little too tall, and people often say I'm too big to get married. I even practiced dance and track and field for a while in high school. But luckily, my height helped me find a suitable job this time."

She smiled sweetly, because the misunderstanding was resolved, and also because she saw the man in front of her showing a rare, slightly embarrassed expression.

Part of the backstage was the girls' dressing room, and Caesar didn't want to stay here for long. He thanked Kazuma and left for the official venue.

Shinya smiled and waved, saying goodbye later.

As he passed through the dark and silent corridor, Caesar heard the sound of a cart's wheels rubbing against the floor at the other end of the corridor. He found a dark corner to hide in, and listened attentively. The harsh sound of the trailer was mixed with two voices.

"I've never seen a monster like this before. It was covered in scales. The sedative needle couldn't penetrate it. In the end, I had to stuff the medicine into his mouth to make him fall asleep."

"But I didn't expect him to be so cooperative. He didn't struggle or resist. He ate when he was hungry and drank when he was thirsty... Do you think this thing is really the messenger of the Sea God?"

"Anyway, this guy who doesn't look human, who doesn't look human but can speak human language, could it be a kappa? Never mind, it doesn't matter what it is, it's a monster anyway!"

Caesar's heart moved, and a huge cart passed by him. The cart was covered with a high, opaque black cloth, which was surrounded in a square shape, and the bottom was like a huge cage.

He opened the Kamaitachi's territory and heard that there was indeed a creature trapped inside. It had a heartbeat and breathing similar to that of a human, but the frequency was slightly weaker. It must be seriously injured or sleeping.

Caesar frowned. Could this be the magical messenger of the sea god that his fisherman's cousin mentioned?

So what kind of creature was this Seagod messenger? A corpse guardian? But how could a tyrannical creature like a corpse guardian allow itself to be sedated without struggling or resisting?

Or did they release some other creature from Takamagahara? But there were only dead things there. From what these two people had described, this captured creature was apparently very docile and sounded like it had intelligence.

What an incredible creature... Caesar felt as if a little inspiration flashed through his mind, but he couldn't grasp the clue.

Only after the two men pushed the trailer away did Caesar give up the idea of ​​robbing this strange creature. If he made a scene here, he could escape on his own, but Makoto Aso, who had brought him here, would surely be held accountable. And who knew what kind of terrifying creature was imprisoned in such a huge cage? Escape with it was definitely not feasible.

He emerged from a dark corner, and on the opaque black cloth covering the cart, Caesar saw a number on a white disc.

No. 0.

Chapter 240 The Dirty Place of Human Nature is Like a Dark Mire

The main hall of the conference hall was unexpectedly large. Caesar had originally thought that this underground building would be a small venue that could only accommodate a hundred people, but the seats alone looked like there were at least several hundred.

Once inside the venue, I realized there weren't just gangsters wearing leather jackets and vests, but also well-dressed men in formal suits and hair oil, and women in evening gowns and expensive makeup. Several waiters were wandering around the corners of the venue, all with prominent tattoos and guns on their waists.

Generally speaking, there are all kinds of people here, but gang members make up the majority, and even the organizer may be from a gang.

The pungent smell of cigarettes and alcohol filled the front half of the venue. Caesar covered his nose and walked across the smoke-filled front half of the venue, cursing in his heart, these damn guys, don’t they have the public morality of “no smoking in public places”?

What’s even more damning is that there are auction houses that allow guests to smoke, drink, and make noise inside the venue. There’s none of the solemn and dignified atmosphere of an auction at all. It’s like a large vegetable market!

According to Caesar's previous experience of attending auction banquets, he would be invited by the waiter to the VVVIP Supreme Box the moment he stepped into the venue. However, this venue did not seem to have such a box. In line with the principle of not attracting attention, Caesar set his sights on the seats in the back row, which looked more low-key and quiet.

Just as Caesar slumped into a comfortable armchair, a waiter appeared beside him like a ghost.

"Sorry, sir, you can't sit here." The waiter said in English.

Caesar was stunned.

"Reason." Caesar frowned slightly and spoke in a low voice, "I see there are no numbers in the venue, and people in the front row are swapping seats quite casually... Could it be that someone has reserved the seat I'm sitting in?"

In fact, he felt guilty, but at this time he had to appear very strong, even dissatisfied.

If a guest is submissive in front of a waiter, it will be even more suspicious.

"You must be a new member of some gang, right?" the waiter whispered. "Didn't your guild leader tell you that the back rows are for dignitaries and their families, and the front rows are for the various gangs... Don't you feel like your outfit doesn't fit in?"

Caesar turned his head and saw that he was surrounded by men in suits. Most of them were accompanied by beautiful women with sexy figures. There were also red wine and exquisite desserts on hand. The most important thing was that they were almost all Mediterranean... Caesar was too conspicuous sitting here, because he was probably the only man here who was not bald!

"Yes, you guessed right, I'm new here." Caesar returned to the front row in the choking smoke, covered in dust.

As Caesar passed through the corridor, he looked around more carefully. This little blunder was not completely fruitless. At least he knew that the target of this auction was not only gangsters, but also politicians. The fact that these bald men could come to such a low-class venue was enough to explain two problems.

The organizers behind this exhibition and auction are very powerful, and the items on auction are attractive enough.

Caesar sat down in the front row next to a medium-sized gang. The gang members all wore leather jackets or windbreakers, and leather boots with rivets and spikes. Many of the members also dyed their hair into exaggerated bright gold or fiery red... Caesar's outfit at this time matched them quite well, like a lost wildebeest finding its own kind.

The chairs in the front half of the venue were hard, and Caesar felt a bit uncomfortable sitting on them. This was mainly because he had previously ridden the entire trip from Sagami Beach to Tokyo Bay in the open-air cab of a three-wheeled motorcycle, with no cushions or seats. These vehicles were extremely unstable and bumped up and down at high speeds. Sitting on them felt like sitting on a pile driver. When Caesar got off, he felt like his butt no longer belonged to him.

The gangsters became quiet for no reason when they passed by Caesar. Everyone couldn't help but look at this foreigner with a striking appearance of blond hair and blue eyes but very unfamiliar with him with strange eyes. They felt that his stern expression made him look like someone who was not to be messed with... and this man kept his hands behind his waist. Who knew if he would suddenly pull out a knife or a gun from there and cut the guy who dared to provoke him into pieces.

In fact, Caesar was just rubbing his numb buttocks and waist, thinking that if even Aso Makoto could be met here, was it possible that Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang would also appear in this underground auction venue?

At this moment, the surrounding lights suddenly went out, leaving only a single giant spotlight on the booth in front, as if some grand stage play was about to begin.

The noise and clinking of bottles in the front row gradually died down, and the guests began to whisper. The gang's waiters disappeared into dark corners, like wild beasts lurking in the shadows, scanning the entire venue with vigilant and dangerous eyes. The man in a black tuxedo walked into everyone's sight and stood under the spotlight of the booth.

"Gentlemen, gentlemen!" The man in a tuxedo clapped his hands vigorously. He was obviously the host of this auction, and his voice was magnetic. "Welcome everyone to our 'Top Auction'. This time, the venue has been chosen to be Tokyo Bay, which is unprecedented, and it has been hastily moved up half a quarter. I'm sure you must have quite a few complaints, and cursed my mother and all the women in my ancestors in your hearts. But seeing so many familiar faces, everyone hating me and praising me at the same time, is like cursing a dog for its stinky shit while also enjoying its delicious food. I'm so moved that I almost cried!"

The big screen behind the host translated his words into Chinese, English and Japanese subtitles scrolling.

Caesar was stunned. He had never seen a host with such... unique rhetoric. But when he saw the tattoo on the man's neck, which looked like green branches extending from the collar of his tuxedo, he immediately understood.

Even the organizer of the auction is a gangster, so it is not surprising that the host is a gangster member. This is probably the usual opening greeting used by these ruffians, but Caesar is also more convinced that the organizer this time must not be the Sheqi Eight Families.

The Sheqi Eight Clan had always hailed themselves as underworld aristocrats, and that elephant tortoise was a well-educated elite. If one of their subordinates spoke like this in public, the enraged young master would probably have poured concrete piles into Tokyo Bay and their bodies sunk.

As expected, the gangsters in the audience raised their international hand signs and indignantly greeted the women in the host's family, but it was obvious that they were not really angry. These vulgar remarks and insults were just "harmless" little jokes among the gangsters. The host's opening remarks were very successful and the atmosphere of the venue was successfully ignited by him.

"Hurry up and start!" someone suddenly shouted in the crowd, followed by a chorus of calls. These impatient guys couldn't wait to see the exhibition and the items.

"Yes, yes, after all, you're not here to see me. I have no breasts or buttocks. Even if I stood naked on the stage, no one would be willing to spend a penny on me." The host snapped his fingers. "So without further ado, please invite our beautiful hostess to introduce the first exhibit of today."

Two girls in suits and uniforms slowly walked into the spotlight, their high heels making crisp sounds on the marble booth. They were pushing a huge cart covered with an opaque black cloth. The black cloth was wrapped neatly in a square shape, and it looked like there was a square cage underneath.

The host raised a finger to his lips, signaling for silence, and surprisingly, these unruly gangsters actually fell silent. They weren't trying to please the host, but were eager to see what was on display. They watched the cart with bated breath, their eyes seemingly peering through the black cloth to see what was inside.

The host took a small metal hammer from the etiquette lady with a smile. He used the hammer to gently knock on the iron cage covered by the black cloth through the black cloth. The sound of metal collision sounded like some kind of musical instrument. Everyone pricked up their ears and listened carefully, as if trying to catch some movement other than the knocking.

Caesar was stunned. Because his hearing was far superior to that of ordinary people, he heard it before anyone else... the soft whimpering coming from under the black cloth.

In the empty and silent underground venue, as the sound of hammers falling became louder and louder and the whimpering became clearer and clearer, the gang members in the front row showed excitement on their faces, as if everyone had guessed what the exhibit under the black cloth was... It was definitely an exciting "thing"!

With the last blow, the host swung the hammer vigorously, making a loud noise on the cage. A loud scream and cry came from the black cloth. The gangsters in the front row whistled and cheered, and some of the well-behaved men in the back row showed interested eyes... Caesar was the only one in the audience whose face was so gloomy that it seemed as if water could be squeezed out of it.

"Exhibit No. 1 is a beautiful woman from Persia. She has European genes and is said to have the blood of the ancient Persian royal family in her body." The host smiled and lifted the black curtain, exposing Exhibit No. 1 under the spotlight.

Gasps and excited roars filled the entire venue, like a carnival of wild beasts.

Caesar couldn't hold his composure anymore. His sea-blue eyes were filled with anger. He punched the armrest of the chair and yelled, "Asshole!"

Imprisoned in an iron cage was a woman. Her deep eye sockets, long, flaxen curls, thick, dark eyelashes, and a nose as high as a mountain peak all spoke of her beauty. Most captivating were her light brown pupils, as translucent as crystal amber. Yet, these beautiful eyes were now filled with panic and fear... Exposed to the spotlight and the tide of men, the woman huddled in a corner of the cage, as helpless as a lost elk.

What excited the men the most, and also made Caesar the most angry, was... the woman was completely naked!

She covered her private parts with her hands, but she couldn't hide the hundreds of greedy and eager gazes like wild beasts... The men in the front row almost pounced on the booth, stretching their necks as far as possible, staring with eyes wide open, and muttering some obscene exclamations.

"A major feature of our auction is that there is no need for too many introductory words. All the real things are presented before you. As you can see, we only display the best and the top-level ones!" The host stood beside the iron cage and spoke passionately. He looked at the Persian woman as if he was looking at a fragrant and valuable pet.

Caesar noticed that the two etiquette ladies who pushed the cage up were now huddled in the corner of the booth. Their legs in high heels were shaking and they looked frightened by the scene. Obviously, they didn't know what they had brought to the booth before.

This means that Miss Zhen probably doesn't know the nature of the exhibition and auction she is participating in, nor does she know which exhibit she is responsible for, but Caesar can already imagine that the moment the black cloth is removed, the cowardly girl might be scared to tears on the stage.

The host pushed the iron cage to show the audience a 360-degree full range of motion.

The reserve price starts at $200,000, in US dollars. Generally speaking, the earlier the item is presented, the lower the price. The first item on display is priced at $200,000. This number is undoubtedly a high-standard banquet no matter where it is placed.

But this auction clearly went beyond the bottom line of humanity and was simply a carnival of beasts!

The woman was so frightened that she was stunned and cried silently, but people had no mercy or sympathy at all.

The gangsters shouted and bid excitedly, looking at the woman on the stage as if they wanted to eat her alive. The VIPs in the back row couldn't help but bid as well. Although they were not as direct as the gangsters, they couldn't help but touch their female companions' hands, as if they were gently stroking the delicate and smooth skin of the woman on the stage.

The Persian woman was finally bought for 1.9 million from a gangster in the front row. He roared excitedly to show the audience the immense honor he had won with his money. Exhibit number one was shakily pushed backstage by two hostesses. These items would be sold in cash to the customers who had reached an agreement after the auction.

Caesar's eyes were cold and his fists were clenched so tightly that they made a creaking sound. He had never felt so powerless before.

In the past, the young master of the Gattuso family could buy the entire auction house with a wave of his hand, use the money to slap the faces of these men without bottom line, roar at them to get out of the venue and never get involved in this kind of human trafficking business again... But he can't reveal his identity now, and he doesn't have a penny in his pocket.

Caesar suddenly realized that his life in the past twenty-one years had been so smooth. The reason was that he was the heir of the Gattuso family. If he gave up this identity, he would be powerless to do many things.

He now somewhat understood why the elephant tortoise couldn't let go of its identity as the young master and why it couldn't crawl back to its own puddle. He remembered something the other party had said.

"A normal person would regret seeing the real underworld... This world is as dark as hell..."

At that time, Caesar thought that these words were an excuse for Gen Chisheng to let go of his status, and it sounded childish and ridiculous. Now he realizes that it is not Gen Chisheng who is ridiculous, but himself... It turns out that the real darkness in this world is not the gang fights nor the second-year, ignorant and stupid love between Noda Hisashi and Aso Makoto.

The real darkness is human nature, which is as dirty as a quagmire.

Chapter 241: Real Wizard, False Beast

Three items on the stand had been successfully sold. Every time an item was sold, the hammer dropped by the host, who smiled like a devil, seemed to hit Caesar's nerves, giving him a headache and annoyance.

Because every item traded is, without exception,... a person!

They might be screaming hysterically or silently weeping, but the same thing is that everyone who knows they are being sold has a dejected look in their eyes. When the light of hope completely disappears from their eyes, it seems that a person will truly become a puppet, no different from a commodity.

This auction was like a vast web of society in the shadows, where the negative aspects of human nature were infinitely magnified and woven tightly into the web, permeating those sinister glances and unbridled laughter. The stench of human nature was so overwhelming that it permeated Caesar's pores and filled his heart and lungs, so thick that he almost suffocated.

He wanted to get away from this morbid auction and get some fresh air, maybe come back when the auction was about to end, then unplug the power to the underground building and release all the prisoners, telling them to escape without looking back, and that if they escaped, they would be free.

Maybe he could even take advantage of the chaos to give a few good punches to those bastards who were booing and whistling while the girl was crying, and completely ruin this exhibition and auction that shouldn't have existed.