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

The men in the central aisle facing Caesar and his men suddenly dispersed to both sides, like a black tide being swept away. A man in a long trench coat walked quickly out of the aisle between the two rows of people. The wind caused by his high-speed walking lifted the hem of his trench coat, revealing a brass badge pinned on the chest of his lining suit. There was only one black word on the badge.

"ghost"!

The man who came was the messenger of the Menggui Clan, and he was wearing the Menggui Clan's emblem. He came from the second main family of the Japanese underworld, or in other words, he was another emperor standing in opposition to the Eight Families of Sheqi.

This mysterious society rarely appears in Tokyo because this is the territory of the Sheqi Eight Families. But today, the messengers from the Menggui Clan came with several gangs affiliated with them because their purpose is no small matter.

"Caesar Gattuso, Chu Zihang, Lu Mingfei." The Ghost Emissary looked at the three men and read out their names one by one, surprisingly speaking in Chinese. "Specialists from Kassel Academy, you were the ones who destroyed the Divine Burial Ground, right?"

"God's burial place?" Caesar frowned slightly.

"It's Takama-ga-hara." Lu Mingfei explained to Caesar in a low voice, then stared at the man from the Demon Clan. "Is this why you want to kill us? Because we blew up the God's Burial Ground and cut off your path to evolution?"

"No, you're overthinking it." The demon messenger shook his head. "Even if you destroyed the God's Burial Ground, you can't kill the God because the God is immortal. That Lord didn't give any reason. He doesn't need a reason to kill someone."

"Wow, listen to how scary this is. Killing people doesn't even require a reason. That's just a psychopath!" Lu Mingfei blurted out some bad words subconsciously.

The surrounding gangsters glared at Lu Mingfei because of this, seemingly unable to tolerate these three trapped individuals insulting their supreme leader. They put their hands on the hilts of their knives or guns, unable to suppress their desire to kill them. But the leader, the messenger wearing the insignia of the Fierce Ghosts, seemed quite calm. He simply studied Lu Mingfei's face, as if trying to understand the source of this boy's confidence.

"Why waste so much time talking to them? Aren't you going to take action now?" Changchuan Xiaofulong in the cage urged.

"Be aware of your identity!" The Ghost Clan's messenger looked at Changchuan coldly and said, "A small-time leader of a traitorous gang has no right to dictate to me. You're not even on my list of trusted people. You're just a chess piece that the master can discard at any time. A chess piece should have the awareness of a chess piece."

Changchuan Xiaofulong's face looked as ugly as if he had eaten a fly, but he did not refute it. It was not because of the difference in their status, but because he knew very well that what this guy from the Ghost Clan said was right, and he was just a pawn of that adult.

But he didn't mind being a chess piece at all. As he said, he was absolutely loyal to that adult, and a chess piece must be prepared to sacrifice everything, including his life and dignity.

"You are not doomed to die. On the contrary, you have a chance to survive. This is an absolutely safe path. It all depends on your choice." The envoy of the Demonic Clan said to Caesar, "As for you, you should be isolated and helpless in Japan now. Instead of joining the Snake Eight Clans, why not submit to us, the Demonic Clan? We know what kind of people the Snake Eight Clans are. They are willing to sacrifice anyone to achieve their goals. Perhaps we 'ghosts' are more trustworthy than those hypocritical people."

"Surrender?" Caesar's eyebrows jumped.

"Yes, surrender," the ghost herald said. "Cooperation is only possible when there are equals, but your current situation clearly doesn't allow for that. Allowing you to surrender is a gift from another master. He said that when people are desperate, they should first think about survival. Only by surviving can they think about other things. He said he can guarantee your lives, as long as you sacrifice your freedom and dignity. He is the only one who can protect you at this moment, and you have no other choice."

"No choice?" Caesar felt provoked, like a group of ants pushing a lion to the edge of a cliff, waiting for the lion to jump off the cliff or condescend to become a slave to the ants.

But the ants seem to have forgotten that for some lions, dignity is more noble than life, and there is no beast in the world that will never bite.

Caesar gave Chu Zihang a look, and Chu Zihang nodded slightly without saying a word.

Dickruto and Murasame drew their swords almost at the same time. Dickruto drew a dangerous arc of light, and the men were subconsciously forced to retreat by the crescent-shaped light. Murasame's blade was like a ghost, silently sticking to the necks of the fierce ghost men.

This is the absolute strength of the president of the Kassel College Student Union and the president of the Lionheart Club. They have been rivals for many years and have fought countless battles against each other. They can understand each other's thoughts with just a glance, and once they become teammates, this experience becomes an unspoken tacit understanding between the strong, and their cooperation is earth-shattering.

"You're too arrogant. I can't stand arrogant people," Caesar said. "The leader of the Mountain God Society may not be important enough, but you are definitely important enough. These gangs that rely on you wouldn't dare sacrifice you. In ancient times, if a general was captured, the entire army would become prisoners."

Sure enough, the armed gangsters did not dare to act rashly. They had all witnessed that Chu Zihang was faster than a bullet. The moment they fired, the guy could swing his knife and cut off the necks of the ghost messengers.

"Mr. Gattuso, perhaps I'm arrogant, but please don't think I'm so foolish." The Ghost Emissary shook his head slightly. "The Master I serve is different from that Master. He truly doesn't want to kill you. I come to negotiate with you with sincerity, but I know you're a group of ferocious men. I can't negotiate with a group of beasts empty-handed. To prevent you from eating me, I brought a trap... Don't think you're the only ones with hostages."

"What do you mean?" Caesar frowned. "You mean Miss Zhen? Even though you have more people, Chu Zihang and I can fight you to the death. Lu Mingfei is more than enough to protect Miss Zhen. Your attempt to threaten us with her is untenable."

"It's not Makoto Aso, it's someone you know." said the ghost messengers.

"Do we have anyone else we know in Japan?"

The men from the ghost group clapped their hands. A group of people were escorted out from the back of the crowd. Men in black put guns to their foreheads. Most of these people were strangers, but they all knew Caesar, the one in the front.

Especially Aso Makoto, her face turned pale in an instant.

"life?"

The weather has been unpredictable lately, and colds have been frequent. I'm still recovering from my cold, so everyone, please take care of yourselves. Happy Saturday and Sunday!

Chapter 248: The strategy of sowing discord and the deadly bullet!

"Shou?" Masahiro Aso's face was gloomy. "How could it be? How did they catch you too?"

"Well, it all started with the damn power outage. We stayed in our original seats without moving, and then a man in a waiter's uniform ran up to us and asked loudly who was Noda Koji from the Noda Group. Team leader Koji responded, and then they suddenly jumped up, grabbed my cousin without saying a word, put a gun to his head, and asked us, the Noda Group, to stay where we were and surrender." Noda Hisashi said angrily.

"But how could we possibly surrender? Surrendering isn't an option in a man's vocabulary! Even with a gun pointed at his temple, Team Leader Koji told us not to abandon the dignity of the Noda Group! So we charged forward like soldiers, wielding bats and bayonets..." Noda Hisashi paused here, his powerful aura suddenly fading. "In the end, we were narrowly defeated and captured. If they hadn't had guns... Damn it! This is so unacceptable!"

Caesar took a deep breath. These people were much more prepared than he had expected. From Nagakawa Kofulun's alarm to the ghost messengers holding Noda Hisashi and others hostage, one thing after another exceeded his expectations.

These people all knew that the commissioner from Kassel was not an easy character to deal with. If they only considered strength, they would be trampled by these three people even if they gathered together. However, the battlefield is like a casino. Gambling skills are not the only decisive factor. The key still depends on who has chips that are strong enough and deadly enough.

Caesar looked at the gangsters blocking the various entrances and spoke slowly, "What the Ghosts can give you, the Gattuso family can also give you. No matter how much they offer, the Gattuso family will pay them three times as much, and I guarantee that each of you will get this money alive."

"Hahaha! Will Caesar Gattuso also have to negotiate with others one day?" A sarcastic laugh was extremely harsh. It came from Nagakawa Xiaofulong in the cage. "Master Gattuso, this is Japan. If these people betray the Ghost Clan, will they still be able to spend the money they get? There is a saying in our underworld that those who betray the Snake Eight Clan may die, but those who betray the Ghost Clan will not even be able to die quickly."

"You can escape to Europe. No one will constrain you there, and there are beautiful women in Europe, too." Caesar suppressed his anger and said patiently, "The reward the Gattuso family promised is definitely a generous sum, and an ordinary person could spend it all in a lifetime."

"What a tempting condition! If I were a rookie who had just joined the gang for a few days, I would definitely be attracted by this price!" Changchuan Xiao Fulong laughed loudly.

"But fortunately, I've researched your Gattuso family beforehand and know you're a bunch of devils in aristocratic guise. If the Sheqi Eight Clan are considered benevolent compared to the Fierce Demons, then compared to your Gattuso family, the Fierce Demons are practically as kind as a charity." Changchuan Xiaofulong's voice suddenly turned cold. "We survived and got the money, but we'll die the moment we set foot on European soil, right? The Gattuso family may not care about the money, but taking it from you is like taking away your dignity. Dignity is much more valuable than human life in the eyes of you nobles!"

Caesar was silent, the veins on his forehead throbbing like snakes. He could not deny the other party's words, because this man really understood the style of the Gattuso family. Blackmailing the Gattuso family was tantamount to taking food from the mouth of a beast. In history, those who had this idea died miserably.

"Who's in charge here?" Caesar stared at the Ghost Emissary who was being controlled by Chu Zihang. "Are you Ghost Emissaries more effective, or are they someone else? Why is there always an idiot interrupting me when I'm negotiating with you?"

The Ghost Clan's envoy glanced coldly at Changchuan Xiaofulong. "Mr. Xiaofulong, this is a negotiation between us Ghost Clan and Commissioners Cassel. You are not qualified to represent our Ghost Clan's position. You know, the master behind you never truly trusted you, otherwise I wouldn't be here. If you can betray the Eight Snake Clans, you can probably betray the Ghost Clan. It's best for a traitor not to take himself too seriously."

Changchuan Xiaofulong's face was gloomy. This was the second time that the messenger of the ghost group had humiliated him in public. His lips seemed to tremble slightly with anger, but in the end he kept his mouth shut and did not refute a word.

Caesar, Chu Zihang and Lu Mingfei exchanged glances quietly, and everyone understood what they meant.

The current situation seems to be a dead end, but there is a way to break a dead end. Since they can't break through the predicament, they will let the predicament itself show loopholes.

Caesar was never foolish enough to pin his hopes on negotiations. There was nothing to talk about with a group of brainwashed thugs.

As early as when the messenger of the ghosts appeared, he realized that the other party's position seemed to be inconsistent. Caesar had received a good education in military strategy since he was a child. He knew very well that if he wanted to disintegrate a camp, if he could not break through from the outside, he had to create cracks within it. The counter-espionage plan was undoubtedly the best strategy at the moment.

"Mr. Gattuso, what do you think of my earlier proposal?" the Ghost Emissary said. "I come here with the sincerity of the master I serve. He admires you three from the bottom of his heart. You are all dragon-slaying warriors. You will be the most valiant and fiercest generals under your command."

"Your Majesty?" Caesar's lips curled up in a mocking arc, his tone icy, "Is this what you call sincerity? Telling a group of lions that you're going to lock them up in a circus and tell them they'll be the most dazzling clowns. Do you think that's sincerity or an insult to the lions?"

The demon herald paused for a moment before speaking, "But, Mr. Gattuso, we always see lions jumping through flaming hoops in circuses, don't we? For them, perhaps staying alive is more important than dignity."

"The Eight Snake Families have betrayed Kassel Academy. I believe you are also aware of the influence of your main family in Japan. You have enemies on both sides in Japan. The Ghost Clan is the only organization that can accept you and give you shelter. You alone cannot compete with the huge main family, but the Ghost Clan has this ability. As the saying goes, the enemy of my enemy is my friend. We are on the same side." The words of the Ghost Clan's messenger were extremely tempting.

Looking at the silent Caesar, he felt that the other party seemed to have been somewhat moved by him, and was only one step away from successfully persuading him.

"As long as you stand on the side of the Oni Clan, we will support you in all your actions in Japan, both financially and militarily," the Oni Clan's messenger said. "You are all people who value loyalty and righteousness, and we admire that. I can also assure you that we will ensure the safety of Makoto Aso, Hisashi Noda, and everyone else in the Noda Clan."

"There's no need to be dragged down by these weaklings. Think about it, you compare yourselves to lions, but even a lion can't lead a pack of useless dogs through a dangerous jungle, right?"

"Assholes, there are no useless dogs in the Noda Group. They are all real men! Even if a man sacrifices himself, he must not bring trouble to his companions!" Noda Shou's cheek twitched slightly. Suddenly, he looked up at Lu Mingfei and Aso Makoto with a firm look in his eyes, "Brother Mingfei, I really leave it to you. Don't worry about us. Even if I die, the souls of men will support me to stand on the battlefield!"

"Shou, you said it very well! You have finally grown up. If we survive, I can safely pass on the position of the third generation head of the Noda Group to you!" Noda Koji, a cousin who looks 50% like Noda Hisashi, also said generously, as if blood was flowing in his chest.

Lu Mingfei was so shocked by the words of this strong man that he didn't know what to say. After a moment of hesitation, he made a decision. In fact, before this, he had always had some immature guesses and plans in his mind, but since the situation had become completely deadlocked, he had to give it a try no matter what.

"Friends of the Ghost Clan, which adult originally said the word 'surrender'?" Lu Mingfei suddenly asked the Ghost Clan's messenger.

"What...what do you mean?"

"You just said that Changchuan Xiaofulong and you represent two different masters, and there's a slight discrepancy in the instructions they gave you." Lu Mingfei pondered for a moment, "It shouldn't be just a slight discrepancy, it should be that their ideas are completely different. Let me guess... The master represented by Changchuan Xiaofulong is clearly very hostile to us. He wants to eliminate me and capture Caesar and Chu Zihang alive. The master you represent certainly admires us, but his original words shouldn't be 'surrender'. It should be something like an invitation or cooperation?"

"But you couldn't refuse the first master's order, so you took a compromise. You wanted to control us first." Lu Mingfei analyzed while secretly observing the other party's expression. "This way you don't have to be embarrassed. As for how to deal with us, you can leave it to the two masters to decide... Judging from your expression, I think the facts are just as I said, right?"

"How could it be...how could you possibly know?" The ghost messenger's face was full of disbelief, and he looked at Lu Mingfei as if he had seen a ghost.

Of course Lu Mingfei knew, because these were the top two figures among the fierce ghosts in the dream story, and the original attitudes of the King General and the Dragon King towards him.

"What if I have met your master before? Have you ever thought that maybe this is all agreed upon between us? Maybe I have reached some agreement with him?" Lu Mingfei began to deceive in a vague tone.

"This is impossible. How could you have met the Master? His identity has never been revealed to anyone other than the top leaders of the Ghost Clan, and I have never heard of the Master reaching any agreement with anyone!" The Ghost Clan's messenger was obviously in disbelief.

"So you can't become a high-ranking member of the Ghost Clan." Lu Mingfei's tone was full of regret. "Osaka Mountain, Gokurakukan, not long ago I won 2 billion in one night there. I went up to the Japanese-style room on the top floor and met your Dragon King. Sakurai Kogure can testify to this, but even she doesn't know. The Dragon King and I reached a secret agreement. So your Dragon King sent you to pick us up with an 'invitation' instead of a 'threat'. If we weren't old acquaintances, why would he invite me? Is he setting up a Hongmen Feast?"

Well... Sakurai Kogure did know that Lu Mingfei had met Kazama Ruri, but she certainly didn't know what agreement the two had reached. Anyway, Kazama Ruri was so elusive that no one could find him, so there was no way to verify it.

The ghost messenger's face was filled with horror. When he heard the title "Dragon King," he almost half believed it, but his instinctive vigilance made him ask cautiously: "But... I remember that you seem to be wanted by us. If you have an agreement with the Dragon King..."

"Stupid!" Lu Mingfei shouted, then sighed. "Of course the wanted order is for the Sheqi Eight Clans to see. Otherwise, how are we going to gain their trust and infiltrate their ranks? Haven't you considered that this is also part of the agreement? Are you trying to force me to reveal the top-secret agreement with your Dragon King to you? Huh?"

"No, no, no..." The messenger of the fierce ghosts shook his head in fear.

Caesar and Chu Zihang looked at each other. They knew that Lu Mingfei was talking nonsense, and they also knew that there were some truths mixed in with Lu Mingfei's lies. But in fact, this kind of wording that was half true and half false was the most misleading. Remember when Lu Mingfei was suspected by Yuan Zhisheng a few days ago, he seemed to have said the exact opposite of this?

It’s such a shame that this guy doesn’t play a traitor in Hong Kong movies!

"You don't really believe his nonsense, do you?" Seeing that the envoy of the fierce ghost group was a little shaken, Changchuan Xiaofulong couldn't help but yelled, "Have you forgotten the order of that master? It was enough after luring Caesar and Chu Zihang out. You should eliminate him immediately instead of being deceived by him!"

"Shut up!" The ghost herald shouted coldly, "I told you you have no right to order me around. You and your Mountain God Society have outlived your usefulness. I have the final say on the situation here. I'm following the will of the Dragon King. Without the Dragon King's order to kill, I won't allow anyone else to do it here!"

Changchuan Xiaofulong took a deep breath. This was the third time he was humiliated today. Three times is not the best way to deal with a problem. More importantly, he would never allow anyone to go against the will of that adult!

He made eye contact with the members of the Mountain God Society and made an obscure gesture. His eyes were now filled with anger, like a crazy and irrational fanatic.

The sound of gunfire was like thunder, suddenly filling the entire underground space and exploding in everyone's ears.

Three bullets approached Lu Mingfei, Noda Hisashi and the ghost group's messenger from three different angles at the same time. The gunshots came from the direction of the Mountain God Society. It was so abrupt that no one could react. It was like three loud thunderclaps in the sky.

The bullets shot at Lu Mingfei and the ghost messengers were cut off at the same time by Guanze Masamune and Murasame who had unsheathed their weapons. The pistols could hardly pose a threat to the ace commissioner of Kassel Academy.

But Noda Hisashi's situation was not optimistic. The bullet passed through the gap in the crowd and shot towards his chest. As an ordinary person, it was almost impossible for Noda Hisashi to avoid this fatal bullet.

At the critical moment, a figure very close to Noda Shou violently knocked him away. Noda Shou hit the wall. He struggled to see the figure lying on the ground and screamed like a madman: "Koji...cousin!"

Chapter 249: Lu Mingfei is furious and has the ultimate intention

pain!

My nerves felt like they were being stuck to a piece of red-hot iron, emitting hot white smoke in my brain. This boiling iron rolled all the way from my brain nerves to my whole body, causing me excruciating pain.

Noda looked at the figure lying on the ground not far away. It was clearly in the dim underground, but the blood was so red it seemed to blind him. Tears and snot instantly streamed down Noda's face. He screamed his cousin's name like a madman. The middle school boy no longer uttered a word about "men".

"Shou, have you really thought it through? The underworld is a very difficult road. Only a real man can bravely move forward on this road. Only a brave man can stand tall and survive on the streets of Kabukicho!"

"Shou, today is your seventeenth birthday. This sword is a weapon that has protected two generations of the Noda Group. It is of great significance. I give it to you today. I hope you can understand my brother's intentions. You will be the future Third Generation of the Noda Group."

"Shou, as the saying goes, a man's path is destined to be bumpy, and the underworld is dangerous. If one day your brother falls on this road, it's time for you to grow up. A man's will and soul can be entrusted to you! Remember, to judge whether a boy has truly grown into a man of integrity, you only need to look at three things. First, never hurt a woman. Second, never shirk the responsibilities on your shoulders. Third..."

"Shou...shou..."

The call of his cousin in his memory rang uncontrollably, repeating in his ears.

Cousin Koji, I'm not ready yet. The third generation of the Noda Group... Cousin, you know, I worked hard on the first and second points you mentioned... But I suddenly forgot the third point. Can you remind me again? Cousin Koji, I'm not ready yet. The third generation of the Noda Group...

The boy stumbled towards his cousin whom he adored, who didn't even have time to say his last words. He looked extremely angry, extremely sad... and extremely powerless.

Lu Mingfei was stunned when he saw the young man crying helplessly. His heart seemed to be stabbed by something.

That familiar feeling of powerlessness...even though it didn't happen to me, it still made me feel heartbroken just by looking at it.

Lu Mingfei knew better than anyone that this gangster boy who was too immature and always loved to talk about "how men are" was not a bad person at all. A few minutes ago, he was still calling him "Brother Mingfei" and asked him to take Zhen away. Maybe he wanted to show off in front of his beloved girl and future team members, but Lu Mingfei could see that he was truly prepared to die.

But the boy was now kneeling before his adored brother, who had died in front of him just moments before, to protect him. He was crying so sadly, like a child at a loss, only concerned with venting his sadness.

He was obviously such a strong-willed boy, but he cried loudly in front of his future team members and his beloved girl without caring about his image. The sadness was as overwhelming as the tide, and the boy almost drowned in it.

Lu Mingfei had never encountered anything like this before, but for some reason he felt that this scene was too familiar, as if he had experienced it thousands of times...

He suddenly remembered, wasn't he just so helpless in the dream?

Because he was weak, the cannibalistic sadness always came to him. Old Tang, Xia Mi, Makoto Aso, the Elephant Turtle Brothers, Eri... again and again... again and again they gnawed away his courage, making him fall into the whirlpool of time again and again, and each time he was beaten back into that cowardly loser.

It turns out that this world has always been so cruel. It always picks on those who are powerless, plunges them into the abyss of pain, and then continues to operate coldly and mechanically, regardless of how angry and unwilling those who have fallen into the abyss are.

So many years have passed, and Lu Mingfei felt that he had firmly grasped the power, but someone still died in front of him. Even though this person was just meeting him for the first time today, fate and tragedy kept happening. He thought he could protect the people around him, but he couldn't stop them from being sad.

Sadness is like a disease. Some people have mild symptoms while others have severe ones, but it is always there because the poisonous emotions will always spread from one person to another.

"Bastards, who fired the gun? Who allowed you to fire the gun?" The messenger of the Ghost Clan yelled at the members of the Mountain God Society, his anger rising.

He was angry that someone shot and killed someone before he gave the order, and someone even pointed a gun at him. This was almost a betrayal to the ghosts!

But things were far beyond his control, and he was responded by another gunshot.

A bullet cut through the air and headed towards the face of the ghost messenger. The bullet quickly enlarged in his pupils. Just before it pierced his cheek, a hand pulled the back of his collar and pulled him to the side and back. The bullet passed by his face, leaving only a minor blood mark on his face.

Lu Mingfei loosened the back of the collar of the ghost messenger, pushed him aside, and walked towards the place where the members of the Mountain God Society gathered with an expressionless face.

His face was as cold as if it was carved from the hard iceberg of the Far North, if coldness could be considered an expression. The messenger of the fierce ghosts was so shocked that he was speechless. He had never seen such an expression on anyone's face. When he walked past you, the aura he exuded could condense into frost on your body.

"Shoot him! Shoot him!"

"Don't be afraid of him, don't pretend. I was responsible for escorting him here from the sea. He was already seriously injured and hasn't eaten in a while. He must be very weak now!"

"Don't be fooled by the scales on his body. This guy is not a messenger of the Sea God at all. He is just an ordinary person. We have so many people and so many guns. No matter how powerful he is, can he be more powerful than the guns?!"

Someone in the Mountain God Society shouted.

Someone raised a Beretta pistol, which was loaded with high-powered 46 hard bullets. Its rate of fire and range were far beyond the reach of the deer bullets and lead bullets in the short-barreled shotgun. Bright flames spurted out from the black muzzle and the gunshot was deafening.