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

"However, if such a person really exists, then he must hold a pivotal position in the Sheqi Eight Families!" Yuan Zhisheng's eyes flashed with an icy light. "According to this assumption, that person must have been lurking in the family before I arrived at the Sheqi Eight Families. He must have already infiltrated the deepest recesses of the family!"

"To resist foreign aggression, we must first stabilize the country!" Yuan Zhisheng said, "If the Eight Snake Families can survive this disaster, the war against the Demonic Clan will have to slow down. The first thing I should do is thoroughly investigate the family from the inside out... starting with the Ganliu Research Institute!"

"It's a nice idea, but the most urgent task right now should be to get rid of those deformed babies born from hybridization," said Caesar.

He watched those huge monsters climbing up layer by layer, their movements like snakes, like giant lizards, and like a group of dragons ascending to the sky. He suddenly glanced at Yuan Zhisheng.

"But this is a disaster for the Sheqi Eight Clan. What does it have to do with us? The Sheqi Eight Clan considers us their enemy, just like this guy keeps arguing about our position. From our perspective, we should just sit back and watch the fire. Not adding fuel to the fire is our courtesy to the Sheqi Eight Clan. Beta, let's go. With our skills, escaping from the swarm of corpses won't be a difficult task."

When Caesar said this, he kept watching Yuan Zhisheng's expression out of the corner of his eyes. Seeing that he was unmoved, Caesar made a gesture to pull Chu Zihang away.

With the tacit understanding developed between Chu Zihang and Caesar, he certainly understood the latter's intention. He nodded, and Murasame sheathed his sword with an expression that said, "The affairs of you eight Sheqi families have nothing to do with us."

Yuan Zhisheng was silent for a few seconds, struggling between his conscience and his desires.

He absolutely had no way of killing all the Deadpools before they massacred the building, but at the moment he could not find any companions to fight the enemy together, and Genji Heavy Industries was in danger... except for Caesar and Chu Zihang who were on opposing sides.

These two people are definitely a great help. If he can convince them to cooperate with him, the possibility of success will be very high... He has no choice.

"Gentlemen," Yuan Zhisheng suddenly called out to Caesar and Chu Zihang from behind. "I realize the fault of my positional approach. I am willing to temporarily abandon my own position and earnestly ask you to cooperate with me!"

Caesar and Chu Zihang turned around and found that Yuan Zhisheng was bowing 90 degrees behind them, his tone very sincere and his posture more humble than ever before.

"Okay, but it's not a collaboration. I allow you to join our team." Caesar suddenly smiled at Yuan Zhisheng, "But you have to remember, I'm the team leader. Once you join the team, everything will take precedence over my orders. I don't like rebellious team members."

Yuan Zhisheng straightened up and looked at Caesar's serious expression. He couldn't say anything in rebuttal.

"Just call yourself Delta, and your position will be behind Ipsilon." Caesar pulled out a cigar from Gen Chisheng's shirt, patted his shoulder encouragingly, and his tone was as arrogant as that of an older brother as always.

Chapter 305: Eri is so cool!

Lu Mingfei walked out of the room holding a large cube-shaped cardboard box that was one meter long, wide and high.

The space in the cardboard box is filled with many dolls such as Rilakkuma, Hallo Kitty, Ultraman, and a spare set of red and white shrine maiden costumes. These are the belongings that Eri must carry with her.

Lu Mingfei had no complaints. Ordinary people might feel tired holding such a large cardboard box for a long time, but with Lu Mingfei's current physical fitness, he could easily win the championship if he ran a full marathon holding these things.

However, Eiry's "possessions" were so excessive that they couldn't even fit into the large cardboard box. Lu Mingfei had to persuade her in every possible way before Eiry gave up the idea of ​​taking the one-meter-tall teddy bear to Disneyland for a photo... Otherwise, Lu Mingfei would not only be carrying the large cardboard box, but he would also have to carry a clumsy bear as big as himself on his shoulders.

It’s not that he feels heavy, but he is carrying a giant teddy bear doll around in Genji Heavy Industries, which is full of Deadpools and guards... It’s like a killer who, when carrying out an assassination mission, deliberately changes into clothes with light strips and puts two light balls on his head... Is he thinking he is living too long, or is he thinking he is not dying fast enough?

Eiry followed Lu Mingfei obediently. She was wearing a red and white shrine maiden costume that was exactly the same as the one in the box, with a wide red belt tied around her waist, which slightly highlighted the girl's slender waist and exquisite curves. It seemed that Eiry was quite fond of this kind of ancient shrine maiden robe with wide sleeves.

Eri's shrine maiden costume is completely different from the exhibition costumes in those Cosplay stores in Akihabara. Her clothes are made stitch by stitch by craftsmen in a craft workshop using gold thread and kesi silk. They are extremely breathable and comfortable. Moreover, Eri's clothes are all custom-made by master craftsmen. Although this dress does not look so luxurious, its actual value is probably equivalent to the total annual income of an average family.

When Lu Mingfei thought about the scene of Eiry changing clothes in front of him as if no one was around, he couldn't help but feel a heat in his head and his face flushed.

After all, Eri has no common sense about "sex". When watching anime, this girl often sees that as long as a man and a woman are together for a long time, a guy called "child" will appear. She even guessed that this "child" should be a magical creature born from some kind of magic contract, just like Shikigami and summoned beasts.

Almost no one has ever taught Eiry to be wary of the opposite sex, so just now Eiry was chatting with Lu Mingfei in a small notebook, and suddenly took off her coat the next second. Lu Mingfei was stunned at the time, and then turned around very "gentlemanly", but when he turned his head, he found that there was a mirror on the dressing table in front of him, and Eiry's figure was reflected in the center of the mirror just right... It's no wonder that Lu Mingfei is vulgar and mean, but in the end he couldn't help but bleed from his nose.

"Well, Eri, how should I put it?" Lu Mingfei quickly organized his words in his mind. "Well... girls can't take off their clothes in front of boys, so from now on, you must never take off your clothes in front of boys. When changing clothes, you should do it in a private place where no one can see."

"Why?" Eiry wrote in the small notebook and showed it to Lu Mingfei.

"Because... it's wrong for a girl to take off her clothes in front of a boy." Lu Mingfei was a little confused by the question, but he still insisted, "Yes, it's wrong. There's no reason... Because the act itself is wrong, just like running a red light or spitting."

"But, in the anime I watched, girls took off their clothes for boys to see, and the boys were very happy." Eri continued writing in the notebook.

Lu Mingfei was completely embarrassed. He opened his mouth but couldn't refute Eiry's words.

So he could only curse in his heart what was wrong with Japanese anime these days! Aren't these risqué authors really poisoning teenagers? Look at what this perverse trend has led to, leading ignorant young girls astray!

"But Sakura said not to take off my clothes, so I won't take off my clothes." Eri once again raised the notebook to show Lu Mingfei.

Eri is very well-behaved. This time Sakura takes her out to play, so she just listens to Sakura and doesn't do anything Sakura tells her not to do.

"Yeah, you can only take off your clothes when there is no one around." Lu Mingfei nodded with satisfaction.

The two of them walked out of Eri's bedroom one after the other and came to the huge room that combined office, home and intensive care unit.

The scene was still filled with blood and devastation. Lu Mingfei suddenly paused. He looked back at the white socks and clogs on Eiry's feet, frowned slightly, and hesitated for a moment.

He didn't mind the blood stains on the soles of his shoes and trouser legs, because he had already waded in a river of blood when he came here, and he was used to it. But Eiry's clothes and shoes and socks were very clean. It would be too unsightly to think that the scarlet and pungent blood would soak the girl's white socks red and stain her clean calves.

Perhaps she noticed Lu Mingfei's concerns, or perhaps the girl just loved cleanliness, but Eiry waved her hand seemingly casually, and suddenly a strong wind like a shock wave blew up in the air. The blood on the ground was swept up by the wind, and the ground where the blood flowed into a small river was blown to both sides, and a straight and clean passage appeared on the ground, which was enough for the two to walk side by side.

Lu Mingfei secretly thought that it was so cool and powerful to have such a powerful beautiful girl by his side. The two of them walked up to Deadpool who was nailed to death by Eiry's long sword. Eiry casually pulled out her cherry-red long sword from Deadpool's chest and put it into the ancient scabbard at her waist.

Beside her were piles of corpses. Eiry looked at the familiar uniforms stained black and red with blood. These were people she saw almost every day. A fleeting look of sadness flashed across the girl's eyes.

In fact, she had no idea about matters of life and death, and the person who died was not someone very close to her, so Eri felt very little... But when she thought that she would probably never see those familiar people who were busy running around for her again, she felt inexplicably sad.

There was a loud noise coming from the other end of the room. The sound of sharp objects scraping against the alloy airtight door was very frequent and harsh. The heavy door panel had been squeezed and deformed.

In less than half an hour that the two of them had been in the room, countless Deadpools had gathered on this floor. This was probably the floor with the most deaths. Deadpools were extremely sensitive to the smell of blood, comparable to sharks in the deep sea. When Lu Mingfei swiped open the door, a thick blood mist overflowed and drifted all the way into the elevator shaft, attracting these bloodthirsty monsters here.

Lu Mingfei and Eiry walked all the way to the huge airtight door. The slapping and roaring sounds in front of them were deafening. Some faintly visible bumps had appeared on the high-hardness metal plate.

This airtight door is made of the same material as the door to Eri's bedroom. It is extremely strong and hard, and it is difficult for the zombies to break through for the time being... but it is only a matter of time before this door is breached.

Those ferocious but intelligent beasts probably knew that the center of the door panel was the most difficult point to break through, so they had begun to aim at the connection between the airtight door and the four walls of the floor to look for flaws. The connection between a door and the outer wall is always the point where force is most likely to be concentrated.

The top of the airtight door is a ten-centimeter-thick high-strength plexiglass. Through the glass, you can see countless pairs of deformed long claws scratching on it, like dry branches, leaving hideous bloodstains on the outside of the glass... It seems that some of the Deadpools had hunted and eaten some people before coming to this floor, and the undried bloodstains were brought to this floor by them.

Lu Mingfei looked at the bone claws and the bloodstains that covered the glass, and an image flashed through his mind. It was the culprit who was researching genetic mutagenesis at the bottom of Genji Heavy Industries, creating these monsters with living hybrids, and raising them here... Lu Mingfei's face was a little gloomy, and a trace of anger passed through his heart.

Seeing that he only blinded one eye, the price was still not enough.

He exhaled a long, foul breath from his lungs, pulled Kanze Masamune out of the scabbard on his back, and then took out Tachibana Masamune's authority card from the lining pocket.

"Eri, be careful later and take good care of yourself." Even though he knew that the girl didn't need his reminders or protection given her abilities, Lu Mingfei still couldn't help but remind her.

Just as he was about to stick Tachibana Masamune's magnetic card to the sensor on the airtight door, Eri suddenly showed him a small notebook.

"Sakura doesn't like these things, right?" Eiry looked at Lu Mingfei with a questioning look.

"I can't really say whether I like them or not. These things are actually quite pathetic. What's really hateful is turning them into such villains." Lu Mingfei thought for a moment and said, "But these monsters must die, because if they don't die, more people will die in their mouths, just like those innocent medical staff in the corner."

"I don't quite understand, but since Sakura said these things deserve to die, then just kill them."

Although Eri didn't understand the deeper meaning of Lu Mingfei's words, she was able to grasp the key points of Lu Mingfei's words very well... The key point was that Sakura felt that these things must die.

Eiry put the small notebook into her wide sleeves and slowly unsheathed the cherry-red long sword from her waist.

When she looked at Lu Mingfei, there were still some emotions on her face, although they were not very obvious. But when she cast her gaze towards the airtight door in front of her, all the expressions on her face were truly gone, like the surface of the water in an ancient well without a single ripple.

A brilliant golden light suddenly shone in Eri's pupils. She swung her sword casually, without any sword skills or posture, just like a child playing.

Moreover, Eiry herself was still quite a distance away from the airtight door, and swinging her sword at this distance could only hit the air. However, Lu Mingfei could clearly feel the air in front of him vibrating, and there was a faint buzzing sound all around, as if an invisible wizard was whispering strange spells.

The heavy and hard airtight door cracked silently. No, it might be more appropriate to describe it as being cut open. Eiry's knife seemed to have cut open the space along with the door. The ten-centimeter-thick alloy door had a clean cut as if it had been cut by a laser knife.

Heavy sound waves and shock waves bombarded the walls on both sides. The metal walls were like a water surface smashed by a huge rock, causing ripples. The entire floor... the entire building was shaking, as if hit by a meteor. Lu Mingfei could clearly feel the clear vibration coming from under his feet... It was at least a magnitude 6 earthquake, and Lu Mingfei was at the exact center of the vibration.

Word Spirit·Judgment!

This is an unparalleled power. For Eri, any place can be a weapon that can kill people, a long sword, paper, or even air. As long as it is wrapped in the field of judgment, everything will be driven by the power of judgment. Non-living things are messengers that symbolize killing, and living things controlled by Eri's will only need to wait for death to come.

After the heavy airtight door was broken, groups of Deadpools appeared. These bloodthirsty monsters showed their hideousness for only a moment, and then silently split apart. Not only was the entire group of corpses cut to both sides, but the bodies of each of these behemoths also began to fall apart.

Deadpool's thick black blood splashed into the scarlet blood of humans, like hot black ink mixed into cooled red ink, blending with each other and emitting misty white steam.

I don’t know how many Deadpools died tragically under this knife. The shaking of the building came suddenly and went away quickly. The whole space returned to silence after the buzzing sound. The monsters that were originally showing their fangs and claws seemed to be frightened and stunned.

The group of corpses were severely damaged by Eri's slash. These bloodthirsty monsters were terrified, and the breath of death blew through them. The deadpools looked at the girl in the red and white shrine maiden costume. The emotions in their golden eyes like ancient candles were between fear and reverence, just like the awe of the guilty towards the gods.

They huddled in the corners, their huge bodies trembling slightly. Their fear of Eiry even suppressed their instincts, and they dared not to devour the corpses of their companions. The remaining Deadpools automatically made way for the supreme being.

However, facing the fear of these monsters, Eiry's expression was as indifferent as the god of death. She casually swung her knife again, and the remaining Deadpools were ruthlessly wiped out in the blink of an eye.

The golden light faded from her eyes like the tide of the sea.

Eri ignored the dead monsters and the black blood splattered on the wall. She just turned her head to look at Lu Mingfei, and roughly meant "Sakura thinks that the damned things have been killed and they can move on."

Huili took Lu Mingfei's wrist and walked into the long and winding corridor.

Walking in the plain white passage was like walking in the settled time. The white headlights shone down from above, making Eiry's dark red hair shine brightly. The shadows of the two were stretched out very long. Lu Mingfei felt the residual warmth of Eiry's hand on his wrist, looking at the girl's delicate and heroic back.

At this moment, he thought the girl in front of him was so cool!

Chapter 306: Men Disappeared in History

A black Maserati sedan was speeding on the highway in the heavy rain. The pale light of the xenon lamps on the front of the car pierced the rain curtain. The surging air waves and the sound of the tires rolling over the flooded ground mixed together, like the roar of a wild beast.

The pointer on the dashboard was fixed at the astonishing "300". This coupe with a good pedigree was traveling at an extremely high speed of 300 kilometers per hour on the highway in the suburbs of Tokyo.

Of course, there were other vehicles on the road, which were quickly overtaken and left behind by the black Maserati. Among them were more expensive Ferraris and Lamborghinis. The owners of these supercars tried to catch up and overtake after being overtaken by the Maserati.

But without exception, they gave up within a few seconds... No matter how hard they stepped on the accelerator, they were only left further and further away. They could only see the red taillights of the Maserati drawing a straight stream of light in their field of vision, and then it gradually went farther and farther away, and disappeared at the end of their sight after a few seconds. They could not even see the taillights.

It's not that these supercars are incapable of reaching a speed of 300 kilometers per hour, but that no one dares to drive as crazily as this Maserati. The moment the accelerator hits bottom is enough to make ordinary people feel the separation of their soul from their body. Every guy who is overtaken is guessing in his heart that the owner of the Maserati must be a professional racing driver... or a madman who blindly pursues speed and passion to the point of risking his life. While stepping on the accelerator and racing passionately, that guy must have gripped the steering wheel with both hands, concentrating on the slippery road in the rain, his nerves tense, and his eyes burning.

But they were all wrong. The person sitting in the driver's seat of the Maserati was not a professional racing driver nor a madman, but an old man with silver hair. His gentlemanly appearance was in stark contrast to his sharp driving skills. The old man was not as those people had speculated, holding the steering wheel tightly with tense nerves. On the contrary, he was too relaxed, with one hand casually resting on the steering wheel and the other holding a glass of half-clear and half-turbid Louis XIII brandy.

Driving at an astonishing speed of 300 kilometers per hour in heavy rain while drunk is like dancing on the edge of a knife for ordinary people, but for the elderly, it is commonplace.

Because the old man's name was Gilbert Jean Angers.

After Ange took a sip of wine, the phone connected to the car's Bluetooth suddenly made a "beep beep" sound. Someone called Ange at this time. Ange glanced at the caller ID and saw no message. The number was encrypted.

Ange pressed the answer button and said calmly: "Moshimoshi."

"Mr. Hilbert Jean Ange, right?" a deep male voice came from the other end of the line. "We've already made some progress on the matter you entrusted to us. Please see when you have time to come and hand it over in person. Alternatively, we can send the completed information to your email address. After you confirm the information, you can simply transfer the balance to our bank account."

"Don't email, let's talk in person." Ange glanced at the time. It was 2:15 in the morning. "Meet at your office in 15 minutes, at 2:30. Remember to prepare some good wine for me. I don't have enough in the car."

"Okay." The person on the other end of the phone still answered in a low voice.

Ange hung up the phone, drank the brandy in the glass, gripped the steering wheel with both hands, and stepped on the accelerator with his black leather shoes.

The speed just now was not the limit of this car. This Maserati can actually reach a speed higher than 300 kilometers per hour!

This car had been modified. Before coming to Japan, when Ange was on the plane to Tokyo, he had already received the news that the car had been successfully ordered and was sent to the black market for modification. The bottle of Remy Martin in the car was a free gift, but unfortunately there was only one bottle, which was not enough to drink.

The strong wind swept in heavy rain, electric snakes were slithering in the dark clouds, and the sky seemed to have cracked open a huge mouth. The black beast drew a fleeting arc of light on the distant road and rushed towards the brightly lit prosperous city in the distance that was blurred in the wind and rain.

……

The Maserati was parked on the banks of the Sumida River in Asakusa, Tokyo, in front of a row of old buildings.

Raindrops fell on the black hood of the car, making a "patting" sound, and were evaporated by the overheated engine, emitting white mist with a "sizzling" sound.

Ange got out of the driver's seat, and a man in a black windbreaker wearing a hat and a mask slowly approached and held up a huge black umbrella for him.

"Mr. Ange?" the man asked in a low voice.

Ange nodded slowly.

The man in black led Ange toward the entrance of a residential building. A sign reading "Okawabata Detective Agency" hung on the side of the door, its writing slightly blurred. In the dark, rain-soaked night, the dilapidated building resembled a gigantic ghost, its entrance a pitch-black maw, swallowing Ange and the man in black in one gulp.

The corridor was narrow and dark, without even a single light. This residential building looked uninhabited, and there were only a few scattered lights in the surrounding buildings. The man in black led Ange all the way to the fourth floor, which was the top floor of the small building. He pushed open a solid wood carved door that was out of tune with the shabby environment, and the view suddenly opened up.

Except for the load-bearing wall pillars, the entire floor has been opened up, and the space is extremely spacious. The gorgeous crystal chandeliers and antique tables and chairs are worth a lot of money. There are bookshelves and wine cabinets with rich collections in the corners. Opposite the door is a long rubber wood table, at the end of which sits a man in a black windbreaker who is also wearing a hat and a mask.

Ange sat down at the other end of the long table, picked up the Hennessy Richard brandy on the table and poured himself a glass.

"I just finished racing. It was scorching hot when I first got on the highway, and then it suddenly started raining heavily, and it's been raining ever since." Ange took a sip of his wine. "Is Tokyo's weather always this unpredictable?"

He turned his head and watched the lightning rolling in the dark clouds, drawing blue arcs, and the torrential rain hitting the old eaves, forming a transparent curtain of water rolling down...Anger did not eagerly ask about the result of the commission. Instead, he was like a customer walking into a bar, admiring the scenery outside the window, and his tone was as relaxed and comfortable as chatting.

"Japan used to have its rainy season, with torrential downpours that would last two or three days, but it certainly wasn't as repetitive as this year," a man sitting across a long table from Ange said to him. "The weather forecast on the news station said this was because warm, humid air from the Pacific was controlling the climate across Japan, and that this summer's sudden downpours were happening from time to time... But rather than that, I think it's more like a punishment from the gods. Every time it rains heavily in Tokyo, the mud in the city washes out. Perhaps it's a sign of some catastrophic disaster about to befall this land."

The man in front of him was the one who called Ange to inform him that the investigation he had asked him to do had yielded results. His voice was low and hoarse, and it didn't sound like a normal voice. Instead, he deliberately lowered the frequency of friction in his throat to make a sound completely different from his original tone.

"Do people like you also believe in 'God'?" Ange looked at the man covering his face with interest. "If you had such a thing as 'reverence', you wouldn't do these invisible jobs, right?"

"Rather than saying we're in this awful attire because we're detectives, it's more like we're worried about God seeing our faces if we commit some sin. It's because we live in dark corners and have seen so much vileness and the darkness of society that we're forced to believe in something. We may not believe in ghosts, but we must believe in 'God,'" the man whispered. "Otherwise, our hearts will be empty, and we'll be consumed by the darkness of society."

"Oh? You've done too many immoral things, and you don't want to be consumed by the guilt, so you have to force yourself to believe in something?" Ange suddenly smiled. "Your way of excusing yourself is quite interesting. I didn't expect you were a philosopher. Philosophers always deceive themselves before deceiving others."

"We are just detectives doing some special work. We are far from being as great as philosophers." The man in black shook his head.

"You're too modest. To me, your existence is truly special." Ange raised his glass. "Detectives have a very low status in Japan, and legalization has only been a thing for the past two years. Yet, even the heads of the Yakuza clans are your guests. You even dare to investigate the past of the Sheqi Eight Clan. You're incredibly brave."

"That's because there are far darker things in this world than the underworld... We've strayed off topic, Mr. Ange." The man in black waved his hand. "You were introduced by Mr. Inuyama. Mr. Inuyama has a very high reputation among us, so even though you suggested a difficult task, we still took it on. Now that the investigation has concluded, aren't you curious?"

"I can't say I'm curious or not. I just want to visit an old friend. Even if he's in hiding, I have many ways to find him." Ange shrugged. "It's just that Ahe said you guys are reliable enough, so I came to find you."

"The information you provided us was very specific. The surname 'Uesugami' is indeed very rare in Japan, but we haven't found anyone who fits the description." The man in black pulled out a photo from his pocket. "Finally, we found our target in a small church on an old street. The church is called Krishna Shrine. When we found him, he was sitting in the last row, watching an elderly female missionary confessing for a middle-aged man who had committed manslaughter in his youth."

The man pressed the photo on the table and slid it towards Ange, who took the photo.

The photo was taken from the back of a church. There were not many people in the church at the time. At the front of the church was a blonde female missionary wearing a white robe. She looked old. In front of her knelt a middle-aged man with a vicissitudes of life. She gently placed one hand on the middle-aged man's head. The sunlight slanted down through the folding window behind them. It looked like God was selflessly shedding his glory on sinners. The two were bathed in holy light... However, Ange's eyes were fixed on the back of a white-haired figure in the last row of the photo. Ange's eyes revealed a hint of nostalgia.