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

"I should ask you this question. Isn't this the territory of your Japanese branch?" Caesar looked back at Yuan Zhisheng, his expression calm and composed, as if he didn't care that Lu Mingfei was lost.

"He is a member of your team, and you are the captain of the team." Yuan Zhisheng still had no expression on his face.

"You're right. Lu Mingfei is my man." Caesar took a leisurely sip of the light golden champagne. "So, my man got lost on your territory. Shouldn't you be held responsible for this?"

"Are all the people in your headquarters such scoundrels?" Yuan Zhisheng frowned.

"That depends on who you're dealing with. We usually treat the symptoms accordingly. We treat those who deserve it with courtesy, and we treat those who are scoundrels with indifference." Caesar said scoundrelly. "By the way, I'm good at dealing with scoundrels because I've often dealt with my bastard father since I was a child. He's the biggest scoundrel in the world."

"You mean, I personally drove to the airport to pick you up, arranged for you to stay in the presidential suite of the most luxurious Peninsula Hotel in Tokyo, and assigned someone to carefully decorate each room, but I became a rogue?" Yuan Zhisheng found that he was still not good at dealing with a psychopath, and he almost laughed out of anger.

"It was because of your arrival at the airport that we were robbed and murdered by the Kanagawa Prefectural Police, wasn't it? It seems like it was our people who finally broke through the siege, right?" Caesar glanced at Chu Zihang. "And you said you meticulously decorated each room for us. Doesn't this also mean that you've deliberately investigated us privately?"

"As the head of the Japan branch's executive bureau, what's wrong with me checking the headquarter specialist's information before cooperating on a mission?" Yuan Zhisheng asked. "You treat this mission like a game, but the Japan branch has always been very cautious."

"There's nothing wrong with investigating our information, but if by cautious you mean installing fifty-two cameras in the corridors, bugs in the rooms, and more personnel on the top floor and in the lobby to monitor us, then there's a problem." Chu Zihang suddenly spoke, looking at Yabuki Sakura, "And this lady, who must be a ninja, was hovering around my window three times in the hour before I fell asleep."

Crow and Yasha asked Sakura for confirmation, but found her expressionless and silent. They looked at Chu Zihang again with a hint of caution. They knew Sakura's skills; she was definitely a leader among female ninjas, able to traverse any tall building without being noticed by passersby. Yasha once joked that she was the female Peter Parker of Tokyo.

But Ying, who is comparable to the real-life Spider-Man, was actually discovered? No wonder the young master said that this young man named Chu Zihang is not simple.

"Female ninja?" Caesar looked at Sakura again. "No wonder her legs are so long and her body proportions are so perfect. It's rare even among European women."

"Boss, how about we issue a wanted warrant for Lu Mingfei and bring these two back to our family, and Crow and I will watch over them ourselves." Yaksha asked Xiang Yuan Zhisheng.

Yuan Zhisheng waved his hand. He was silent for a long moment before speaking, "I just rushed here from an important family meeting. I want to tell you that I have no ill intentions in monitoring you. The situation in the Japanese branch is far more complicated than you imagine. You are only sent by headquarters to complete a mission. There is no need to get involved in something you don't want to do. Everyone's life is precious and should not be thrown away in vain."

"But no matter what the purpose was, my approach to monitoring you was indeed problematic. I apologize for this and ask for your forgiveness." Yuan Zhisheng suddenly stood up and bowed ninety degrees to Caesar and Chu Zihang.

"Mr. Yuan, please stand up. I know you have no ill intentions." Chu Zihang said.

Caesar stepped forward, helped Yuan Zhisheng to his feet, and patted his shoulder firmly. "Admitting your mistakes and correcting them is 'yo shi yo shi'. Actually, I've always hated this about you Japanese people, the constant groveling. In my country, a man's head only bows for the girl he loves, except when it's chopped off."

Caesar took a sip of wine while speaking, his ice-blue eyes showed the expression of "This is all learned from experience, learn it quickly" and the same big brother-like arrogance as always.

Yuan Zhisheng took a deep breath and said, "I have another matter to tell you. Mr. Masamune, the patriarch of the Sheqi Eight Clan, has asked me to invite you all to a meeting with him. The time is tomorrow morning at ten o'clock. A special car will be dispatched to the downstairs of the hotel."

After making the announcement, Gen Chisheng left in a swift and decisive manner with Crow, Yasha and Sakura, and dismissed the security personnel patrolling the floors. All the surveillance cameras installed on the top floor of the hotel were also turned off.

After the Japanese branch left, Caesar was still holding his unfinished glass of champagne. He and Chu Zihang were the only ones in the large living room. He hesitated for a moment before speaking, "You really don't know where Lu Mingfei went?"

Chu Zihang shook his head. "He has a lot of secrets. Some he will tell me, some he won't. Sometimes I can't understand him." In the darkness, his eyes flickered slightly.

"How are you and Xia Mi?" Caesar seemed to be trying hard to find a topic to talk about with Chu Zihang without causing a quarrel.

"Well... not bad." Chu Zihang hesitated, "You and Nuonuo?"

"It's... not so bad." Caesar was rarely speechless.

After the two of them were silent for a long time, Chu Zihang spoke first: "It's very late, and we have a schedule tomorrow, so we should go to bed early." He turned and went back to his room.

"Good night," Caesar said softly, raising his glass to the darkness and drinking the last sip of champagne.

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The deep mountains outside Osaka are the territory of the Demonic Clan.

That night, Paradise House welcomed a most "special" guest.

Chapter 192 Sweeping the whole place, invincible

Gokurakukan is the most popular casino in Osaka Prefecture in recent months. No one knows when the construction of this big house built deep in the mountains began or who is behind it, but this does not prevent it from becoming famous in a very short time.

Although it is said to be popular, the reputation of Paradise Hall is actually only spread among experienced gamblers.

Because this casino is one of the few that has no upper limit, if you are capable enough, you can easily increase your assets tenfold overnight and become a super-rich person from an ordinary rich person; of course, you may also lose everything.

Therefore, the gamblers who come here usually carry several times or even dozens of times more gambling money than other casinos, and they dominate or lose their minds at the flashy gambling tables.

Of course, the reason why Paradise Hall is so popular is definitely not because the organizer is rich or has underworld background.

First, the safety of gamblers is guaranteed. Men in black patrol the venue, armed with electric batons and tactical pistols. Without heavy weapons, even a single security team would be unable to easily breach the Paradise Hall's defenses.

Of course, if anyone dares to cause trouble here, these men will instantly turn into man-eating beasts and eat the troublemakers completely, flesh and bones.

Secondly, the attentive service here hardly feels like a casino, more like an ancient emperor returning home. Samba girls, adorned with flamingo feathers, twist their slender waists with fiery passion. Whenever a gambler wins, alluring waitresses in slit cheongsams offer vintage wines and caress their sleek thighs, allowing for the caressing of their sleek, jade-like legs. The men's hormones are wildly stimulated, and with each successive victory, the stakes are raised, their desires piled skyward.

Most importantly, this casino can fulfill any gambler's wishes. When a valiant gambler is invincible at the gambling table and his bankroll reaches an outrageous figure, he will suddenly see a charming female manager kneeling beside him, inviting him to the VIP room for a drink. After getting slightly tipsy, she will smile and ask if the gambler has any wishes he wants to fulfill. No matter how perverted or unusual the wishes are, they can be freely expressed.

For example, if you want to watch the Prime Minister and a sow from start to finish... As long as the money you win is enough to pay for your wish, they will help you realize it. In the midst of a life of drunkenness and dreaming, it seems that the whole world has become your amusement park. This is what is called "bliss."

This is the most appealing aspect of Paradise City. While most underworld organizations may engage in illegal activities, they also have a bottom line. For example, they might sell dirty substances to drug addicts, but if they force students who haven't even graduated to buy these things, someone will investigate. Those who force them might even have their little finger chopped off, or even more likely, be blacklisted by all the local gangs.

But Paradise has no bottom line. They only care about money. For enough money, any violent, bloody, or even perverted wish can be fulfilled. No one will blame you or hold you accountable; all consequences and blood debts are borne solely by Paradise. The winner can do whatever he wants. This is a paradise for the unscrupulous and a wonderland for the compulsive gambler.

The closest thing to bliss today was a young guest, almost too young.

He was so inconspicuous when he pushed open the heavy carved bronze door and came in. He was amazed at the Italian marble floor as red as chicken blood, the transparent dome made of tens of thousands of crystals, and the sexy dealer in black fishnet stockings. He looked like a rebellious student who had just graduated from college and was looking for indulgence, lost in the most luxurious and alluring maze in the world.

He is probably the shabbiest guest here.

Other distinguished guests often brought along a woman wrapped in fox fur, the costliness of the woman's clothing and jewelry generally indicating the guest's wealth. When crossing the creek bridge, he would casually embrace a charming maid he liked, hugging her left and right.

The waiter wearing an Indian turban followed the distinguished guest respectfully, holding a black safe in each hand, which was stuffed with US dollars. The rich people all like to use US dollars for transactions.

They told the waiter the password, and then the waiter would go to the window to help them exchange stacks of fresh bills for colorful chips. The gamblers hugged the women and went straight to the large gambling table, pushing piles of chips to their determined positions, just like pushing out towers of gold.

But the young man didn't have a female companion or any luggage with him, so there was no turbaned waiter to carry his bags. Like Granny Liu entering the Grand View Garden, he scrutinized every corner of the venue, but ultimately headed straight for the pachinko area.

Pachinko is the least technical area of ​​the entire venue. This type of machine can be seen everywhere on the streets of Japan. It is also called vault crawler or pool machine. You can play it with a few coins in your pocket.

The people who play pachinko machines in the Paradise Hall are usually girls. They dress differently. Some wear slightly immature student uniforms and white stockings; some wear white shirts and black stockings, dressed like gorgeous white-collar workers; and some are even more exaggerated, wearing semi-transparent gauze clothes and thigh-short skirts, drinking red wine and playing marbles. Each of them looks so good that they can shoot the cover of a porn magazine at any time.

If a customer invites any of them, they'll happily oblige, as the machines and the girls are essentially the venue's entertainment. Serious patrons don't come for the pachinko machines; they enjoy the clatter of marbles and coins sliding down the aluminum channels and the girls' excited cheers, which gets their adrenaline pumping and naturally leads to more generous bets at the table.

The young customer sat down in front of a pachinko machine, not caring about the surprised or contemptuous looks from all directions. He was holding a small aluminum box filled with marbles for the game, which he had just exchanged for $99 and bought a cup of Coke for one dollar.

He casually stuffed marbles into the machine while sipping a Coke, his arms moving so swiftly that there seemed to be no pause between his movements. Even a novice wouldn't be able to drop marbles so quickly without observation or foresight. This was practically a charity for the casino!

But to everyone's surprise, the young customer's seemingly random marbles would always knock the previous marble into the appropriate destination, the exit of the machine, where coins would squeeze against each other and fall down, with the sound of collisions being deafening.

He seemed to have picked a lucky machine. In less than twenty minutes, the coins accumulated in the pachinko machine had been emptied and piled up into a small silver mountain next to his seat.

Then he turned to another pachinko machine, and this time it was faster. In just over ten minutes, he had won all the coins in the machine.

The noise here gradually attracted the girls around him. Girls wearing high-slit cheongsams and innocent school uniforms gathered behind him, watching him win one machine after another, their eyes almost popping out of their sockets.

These machines are adjusted when they are launched. The probability of a customer winning money will always be slightly smaller than the probability of losing money. That is why there is a saying that "long-term gambling will lead to losses", because even a small probability accumulated hundreds or thousands of times is not just a small probability.

Many girls stood behind the young guest and talked about him. The guests at the gambling table felt that they were being left out and were a little jealous.

Some people said, "They must have used some tricks. This is also one of the venue's marketing strategies. They make other guests think it's easy to win and attract more people to play."

Some people also said, "Isn't it just Pachinko? Even if he wins all the machines here, and all the coins piled up like a mountain, they are still not worth half of the bills in my suitcase. He can only show off on these game machines played by children. Does he dare to go to the gambling table?"

After the young customer won all the money on the five pachinko machines, he asked the waiter to change all the coins into chips and actually came to the gambling area.

"Ten thousand dollars in chips. Let me think about it. Even numbers, I like even numbers." The young customer approached the roulette table and pushed all his chips to the beautifully dressed dealer.

Everyone looked at him in amazement, not because $10,000 was a huge sum of money. To be honest, on a gambling table with millions of dollars in stake, betting $10,000 was like throwing a pebble into the Atlantic Ocean, unable to even create a small ripple.

What surprised the other VIPs was his actions. This young man only had $10,000, which he had just won from playing the pachinko machine. And now he was betting everything at once. This was clearly not what an experienced gambler would do. It was more like a desperate man who was determined to lose just one more bet and the long night of luxury would be over for him.

Does this guy think that the luck-based pachinko machines and the items on the gambling tables are of the same nature?

"I've already made up my mind. Don't look at me. I rarely play and I'm not very good at it." He scratched his head. "But I've seen a lot of movies like 'God of Gamblers' and 'The Saint of Gamblers'. This thing is all about momentum, right..."

He was talking nonsense, but his demeanor suddenly changed. He seemed to be as bold and heroic as a gambler. "Showhand! I know $10,000 isn't much, but it's all I have now. I like Showhand!"

His tone was filled with a hint of excitement. It seemed like this guy was a madman at heart!

The roulette machine spun wildly, like the gears of fate, and everyone was watching intently. Finally, the two steel balls rolled into the "9" and "11" areas, and the result was an even number!

When the dust settled, many gamblers subconsciously turned their attention to the young customer. He scratched his head, grinning like a fool: "Hey, I'm so lucky! I guessed it right. I made a profit!"

Guessed it right? The VIPs who had bet wrong looked at the overjoyed young man, their faces gloomy as if they had eaten arsenic.

"Twenty thousand dollars, still betting on doubles, and still showing hands!"

The pretty dealer flipped the 20,000 chips to the even side and couldn't help but take a look at the boy before her. She was quite experienced as a dealer and had seen all kinds of gamblers. Some might win until their hands were numb, excited to the point of fainting, while others might lose so much that they pulled out a gun and pulled the trigger on their temple.

In short, everyone who comes here is here to win money, and their mood will be excited or depressed due to the changes in chips. Even if everyone appears to be indifferent on the surface, no one can really not care.

But this boy seemed to be just here to play an ordinary game. Although he looked very happy after winning money and was muttering nonsense, his eyes were calm to the extreme, as if what he pushed out and won back were not golden chips, but a pile of broken beer bottle caps.

"Hey, beauty, the results are out, it's time to transfer the money!" The young customer waved his hand in front of the dealer.

The dealer came to his senses and saw the numbers "1" and "11" on the roulette wheel, another round of even numbers!

"Wow, hahaha, another win and another win! I'm really lucky with an even number today! Forty thousand dollars, still an even number, still a showhand!"

"Eighty thousand..."

"One hundred and sixty thousand..."

This young guest simply dominated the roulette table. The scales of luck always tilted towards him. At first, some people didn't believe it and deliberately bet on his opponent, but they all lost money without exception. Every time he won a round, the chips in front of him doubled, and without exception, he made a fortune!

The commotion here gradually attracted guests from other tables. Some people were shocked by this "lucky man" and followed him in betting, winning every game. Some even wanted to become his apprentice on the spot.

"Okay, okay, this way of winning money is too slow. I decided to play something more exciting, Texas Hold'em. Who wants to join me?" The young guest waved his hand and refused the Arab oil king's son's offer of apprenticeship.

At the Texas Hold'em table, he was invincible, sweeping all opponents with only five million chips, and then reaching two hundred million, until no one dared to stand opposite him in the Texas Hold'em area.

Then he came to the Pai Gow area, and he turned the 200 million chips into 800 million in 20 minutes. Then he came to the dice area, and the 800 million chips doubled again. Every time it was a showhand, and every time it was "really lucky, I got it right again."

Finally, everyone in Paradise Hall knew tonight that this wasn't a rookie at all. He was either a hook sent by the organizers, or he was the true young gambling master! He was invincible and omnipotent! Anyone who faced him was fighting death, while those who sided with him were blessed with the goddess of luck!

Until the end, the young guest sat at the mahjong table, with the chips in front of him piled higher than him, exceeding 2 billion. He was still reciting the lines from "God of Gamblers", such as "I arrived in Macau at the age of three, entered Lisboa at the age of four, and became a gambling expert at the age of five", and "I learned to be frivolous at the age of six, who knew that I would lose everything at the age of seven. I'm twenty-seven this year, and I'm still free and unburdened"... But no one dared to laugh at him, and no one even dared to approach him. He sat there alone, making little figures with chips, like a lonely god of war.

Suddenly, soft applause came from not far away, accompanied by a faint fragrance.

"Bravo! This is so exciting! Tonight's winner is born. It's been a long time since we had such an amazing guest!" High heels stepped on the scarlet marble floor, making a regular "tapping" sound.

"So young!" A pair of soft, boneless hands caressed the young guest's shoulders from behind, and she leaned over to his ear, her voice as soft as a dream. A fragrance like an orchid emanated from the woman's mouth, gently fluttering on the guest's young face, the unintentional charm seeming to penetrate into his bones.

"Finally here." The young guest smiled with narrowed eyes.

Chapter 193 Lu Mingfei's Wish

"I'm Sakurai Kogure, the manager of Gokurakukan. You can just call me Kogure." The female manager introduced herself softly.

She was wearing a fitted black suit and skirt, with her hair in a high bun, which made her look slim and graceful, with bright eyes. It was hard to imagine that such a young girl had climbed to the position of casino manager. Her beauty far surpassed those of the exposed dealers and waitresses, yet she deliberately dressed conservatively.

"Sakurai Kogure..." The young guest smiled and nodded.

If any other customer received such favor from the stunning female manager, he would probably want to hug her excitedly, feel her warm and soft body, and kiss her hard... But this young customer was indifferent and so calm that he didn't even seem like a normal male.

This was immediately confirmed. The moment she appeared before everyone's eyes, the female manager named Sakurai Kogure instantly became the focus of everyone's attention. Regular customers of all kinds came forward to greet Sakurai Kogure. Some hoped to establish a good relationship with the boss lady, hoping to receive preferential treatment in the future; some simply coveted her stunning beauty, as if simply bantering with such a powerful woman could bring more satisfaction than spending the night with a popular female star.

This place is like a tavern run by Sakurai Kogure: after just one visit, she knows everyone, even knowing your preferences better than your wife. Guests say the proprietress of Gokurakukan is like a magical lotus blossoming in the mountains of Osaka, defying season and never withering. Anyone who comes here is captivated by her allure, her gaze seemingly penetrating the skin and piercing the heart, possessing a captivating charm.

"Kogure, you are so beautiful every time I see you, so beautiful that it makes my eyes bloom!" Honda's general manager in the Kansai region, Yamamoto Harano, smiled so hard that his old face wrinkled, like a brilliant blooming chrysanthemum.

"Oh my, Mr. Harano, you're still so good at praising people. Every time we meet, you always praise me first. Every time I'm praised by you, my heart feels as sweet as if it were soaked in honey from the Kumamoto Sugi Bee Farm." Sakurai Kogure chuckled, "Please give me your guidance tonight as well."

"Xiao Mu, have you changed the bartender? The cocktails tonight are not to my taste!" Ralph, the assistant director of the Italian Embassy in Japan, complained.

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Ralph. Our previous bartender took a day off. Is the replacement not to your taste?" Sakurai Kogure said, "Someone bring my treasured Shirakawa whiskey to Mr. Ralph. If you want to enjoy it, remember to add some ice. Mr. Ralph likes it refreshing."

"Madam boss, are you finally free?" Mitsubishi Heavy Industries CEO Shigeru Masuda stroked the back of Sakurai Kogure's hand. "I've been waiting for so long. When can you invite me to the VIP room for a chat, just the two of us?"

"Haha, I'm also looking forward to drinking and admiring the cherry blossoms with you, but I'm sorry that Kogure is really too busy with work." Sakurai Kogure patted the back of Masuda Shigeru's hand very naturally, and took the opportunity to withdraw his hand without saying a word. "If you're lucky enough, next time, next time, I will definitely treat you well myself."

Masuda Shigeru was tactful enough to stop harassing the proprietress, because the veins on the forehead of the man in black following behind Sakurai Kogure were bulging, and his expression was so angry that it looked like he wanted to eat someone.

In Paradise, although in theory all the wishes of VIPs can be fulfilled as long as they pay enough money, even with a mountain of wealth, some wishes will not be made casually and can be said to be taboos here.

Apart from nonsense like destroying the world and ruling the universe, no one would want to inquire about the origin and background of Paradise Hall. Anyone with eyes can see that the water here is deeper than the Japan Trench. Those who are interested in exploring should be prepared to be drowned at any time.

"Sexual pleasure with Sakurai Kogure" was one of the offers. VIPs privately speculated about why the person behind the scenes would entrust such an extravagant and grand venue to a woman as young as Sakurai Kogure... Such a woman must be a taboo object in someone's heart, right? Even the winning guests didn't dare to actually express such a wish, unsure whether they would be met with an unbearable price tag or simply disappear.

"I'm very sorry, distinguished guests. Kogure still has some work to do. Many female celebrities have come from Tokyo to support us today. I hope we can have a wonderful time with all of you." Sakurai Kogure bowed deeply, his smile as sweet as icy wine.

Faced with the wine-like smile, everyone was drunk, so how could they have the heart to blame?

Sakurai Kogure came to the young guest, half-knelt at his feet, and whispered with seductive eyes and sweet breath: "You are the winner tonight. If it is possible, Kogure would like to invite you to the VIP room, where there are fine tea and champagne."

"Okay, I like the VIP room. I don't think anyone will disturb me there." The young guest smiled.

"Absolutely not. Tonight the VIP room will only serve you." Sakurai Kogure stood up and twisted her slender waist to lead the guest, which made people think of some beautiful demon snake in the legend of the Western Regions.

Passing through the silent and deserted corridor, the walls were filled with dark red light, which was not dazzling. The walls were painted with blooming petals, just like the bright red flowers of the other shore.

Sakurai Kogure brought the young guest to a quiet Japanese-style room, and a man in black who looked like a bodyguard stopped at the door.