Dragon Clan: Force me to be reborn and slay dragons

Chapter 109: The Way of the Dragon
Ronald Tang, a senior hunter of Hunter.com, has always maintained a 100% mission completion rate since his debut.

Although the commissions he accepted were considered trivial by hunters of the same level, with the maximum amount being no more than 100,000 US dollars, which was just a drop in the ocean.

But these missions are less dangerous, and most of them are within his control, and he has no strong competitors.

No matter how small a mosquito's legs are, they are still meat.

Make money, not shabby.

Outside an apartment in the slums, the sound of a train rumbled by, and inside the apartment, someone was humming Hotel California while packing his belongings.

Don't get me wrong, Lao Tang is not running away, but has been invited to Japan to meet Big Head Bear.

This was Lao Tang’s first time going abroad for a face-to-face meeting, and he didn’t have much experience, but he thought it should be correct to follow the process he had used to complete tasks in various states in the United States.

Firearms and weapons could not pass security checks, and he could not take these things to see Big Bear, so he only packed travel items related to food, clothing, housing and transportation.

He had been having a blast these past few days with his brothers in Brooklyn and was nearly hurt by alcohol and sex, but luckily he was strong-willed and never touched things he shouldn't, so the money he had prepared to travel around the United States with Lu Mingfei was not wasted.

Old Tang planned to go to the bank to exchange some Japanese yen, then come back to take a nap and leave in the afternoon. However, before he could do anything, someone knocked on the door:
"Ronald Tang, there's a dispatch for you."

Hearing the unfamiliar voice, Old Tang frowned, picked up his pistol and put it on his waistband, walked forward and looked through the peephole. He found that the person was wearing a FedEx uniform, so he opened the door with confidence.

After signing for it, he closed the door, went back to his room, opened the package, and found his passport, visa, plane ticket to Japan, and... a new cell phone!

Looking at these things, Old Tang was surprised at the ability of Big Head Bear's friend, who could actually get it done without even having to deal with him personally.

only……

Why did his name become Donald?
Old Don drooped his funny eyebrows, feeling like he had transformed from Indiana Jones into a quacking Donald Duck.

Why do you need a fake ID to travel abroad? And a new phone?

Big-headed bear, what on earth do you want to do in Japan?

Are you planning to blow up the toilet?
Old Tang suddenly felt that the light plane ticket in his hand was as heavy as a thousand pounds, like a wanted invitation letter.

Just take it to New York International Airport and board a flight to Tokyo, and you'll be on Japan's wanted list.

He picked up the black N96 phone and found the phone number marked as the contact person in the contact list.

Cold sweat instantly slid down Old Tang’s forehead, and he felt as if he was really in trouble.

"Big Bear, what are you going to do?!"

He roared in his heart, but based on his trust in his brother, he still made the call.

He thought the person who answered the phone would be a guy with throat cancer like Batman, who would warn him in a low and hoarse voice that if he didn't want to die he should listen to his instructions. But the person on the other end of the phone was just a serious man who looked like a bank clerk.

The contact person told Lao Tang that the car to pick him up was already there and he could leave immediately after packing his luggage. But only then did he realize that the plane would leave the United States in an hour and a half.

When he dragged his luggage downstairs, he found a black car waiting for him. The contact person was sitting in the driver's seat and greeted him with a smile.

After getting in the car, the contact person stepped on the accelerator without saying a word and drove out. There was no need to make many detours to avoid surveillance or change cars in the middle of the journey. He just took him to the airport in an ordinary way.

"I wish you a pleasant journey." The contact person smiled and gave his blessing, then drove away, leaving Old Tang standing at the busy airport entrance feeling secretly annoyed.

I left in such a hurry that I forgot to say hello to my brothers.

"Forget it, the phone notification is the same." Old Tang turned and walked into the airport, passed the security check, took out his N96 and was about to send a text message.

But he soon realized one thing - his original mobile phone was left in the car!
I was in a hurry to leave just now and my cell phone was low on battery, so the contact took it to the front seat to help charge it, but when I got off the car I walked so fast I forgot to take it.

He hurriedly dialed the contact person's number, and as soon as the call was connected, he heard a loud bang from the other end of the phone, followed by a chaotic noise.

Judging from the sound alone, if nothing unexpected happened, the contact person should have had an accident.

Just as he was feeling anxious, a weak voice came from the other end of the phone:

"Ahem, sorry, I was trying to cut in when I was on the phone just now, but I got PITed (precision stopping technology, also known as an American stop). What can I do for you?"

"Uh, it's okay." Old Tang hesitated for two seconds, and finally gave up and let the other party return the phone instead. There was no important information in it anyway.

But he always felt uneasy, as if he was on a pirate ship. Fortunately, before checking in, a phone call came from an unfamiliar number.

"Hey Old Tang, are you in heaven?"

Listening to this familiar voice that he had chatted with several times in the voice channel, Old Tang felt relieved. He walked to a place where there was no one and not too noisy and asked anxiously:
"Mingming, what are you and your friend doing? Why did you give me a fake identity? What if we get caught?"

Lu Mingfei was lying on the bed, and he just smiled when he heard it: "Don't worry, you are now the assistant secretary of the American European Federation Education Promotion Fund, and you are going to Japan on business, there is no way you will be caught.

Even if you are unlucky enough to be caught, we can easily get you out."

"Okay, so what are you going to do in Japan? Are you planning to blow up the Emperor's Palace?"

"How is that possible? I told you that we are here to relax and travel. Don't let your imagination scare you." Lu Mingfei couldn't say more for the time being, so he could only try his best to trick him into coming over: "Hurry up and check in. I've heard the announcement. If you have any questions, we can talk about it when we meet."

Old Tang didn’t think Lu Mingfei would harm him. Even if that guy really planned to do something eye-catching, only he could stop him from committing suicide.

After hanging up the phone, Lu Mingfei finally couldn't bear it anymore and fell asleep.

Nothing happened that night. I woke up on time the next day and continued to read the information sent by Potato Chip Girl.

He was going to visit the Eight Sheqi Families as Su Enxi's spokesperson. Although he could only get in touch with and understand the corporate culture and characteristics and could not get a deep look into their family core, he should at least put on a show of being well-mannered.

It is said that the person in charge of entertaining them this time will be the head of the Sakurai family, a strong woman active in the business world.

She is the one with the lowest status among the eight family heads. She can express the importance of the Sheqi Eight Families to the Susang Envoy and maintain the dignity of the Sheqi Eight Families.

If Su Enxi came in person, perhaps it would be enough for their head patriarch to be responsible for the reception.

After reading information for a whole morning and figuring out the industrial distribution of most of the Eight Snake Qi families, he logged in on time and played games with "Little Duck" for two hours.

It is no longer a monotonous Street Fighter fight, there are also brief exchanges in between, and then they explore the mysterious sea together.

The game was fun, but Lu Mingfei wasn’t as happy as he looked.

After two days of getting along, he has confirmed one thing - he is actually the only one who has the memories of his previous life.

My wife doesn’t know him and doesn’t have any extra feelings for the ID Sakura. The content of our chat conversations is always very concise.

Even though I was mentally prepared, I still felt a little uncomfortable when I really confirmed this.

The only person who might remember him actually doesn't remember him.

But there is no time to be sad about such a little thing, a surprise is already on the way.

It was almost evening when Lu Mingfei drove to Haneda International Airport.

It was a little bit difficult to get used to driving a right-hand drive car, but I got used to it quickly after a little practice.

When the plane landed, Old Tang, who had been catching up on his sleep in the sky, yawned comfortably, and lamented that the first-class seats were so comfortable to sleep in.

After successfully passing through customs with his luggage, Old Tang looked around at the exit, searching for the familiar figure in the crowd.

It’s just that Asian faces can be easily found in the United States, but now this airport is full of black hair and yellow skin, and foreigners with blond hair and blue eyes have become a minority, so it’s really hard to find anyone for a while.

Just as I was about to take out my phone to call someone, someone suddenly tapped my shoulder from behind.

When suddenly attacked, Lao Tang subconsciously wanted to draw his gun, but he quickly realized that this was Tokyo, the most prosperous city in Japan, not the slums of Brooklyn, New York, and no one would rob at gunpoint in broad daylight.

"Guess who I am?" The hand on his shoulder exerted a little force to stop Old Tang from turning around.

"I guess you are just bored." There was no need to guess. Old Tang knew who it was the first second he heard the voice.

He grabbed the hand on his shoulder and exerted force, trying to throw the naughty younger brother over his shoulder and tell him that he had eaten more salt than you had eaten rice.

However, he concentrated his energy into his dantian and exerted force with both hands, but the young man standing behind him remained motionless, like a huge bell.

Seeing that Old Tang’s face was red but he couldn’t move, Lu Mingfei laughed and patted his waist:

"Have you been playing too much lately? Why do you look a little weak?"

"Don't talk nonsense, I'm very strong." Old Tang cursed with a smile, turned around and looked at the handsome boy who was one-third of a head taller than him, and the smile on his face became even more brilliant:

"We finally meet, Mingming."

"Yes, we finally meet again, Old Tang."

The setting sun shines through the transparent glass of the airport, casting a faint red-gold hue on the interior buildings under the incandescent lights.

Two young men of different ages and identities stood in the sunset and looked at each other, and they could see joy in each other's eyes.

Old Tang didn't expect that Lu Mingfei, this little brother, was actually taller than him and looked quite muscular. No wonder he didn't throw him out just now.

Lu Mingfei also discovered that Old Tang was unexpectedly strong. He must have endured a lot of hardships as a bounty hunter over the years.

Lu Mingfei felt mixed emotions when he thought about his good friend who used to display his talents in the laboratory but has now become a bounty hunter living on the edge of a knife.

He looked at Old Tang, who was two centimeters shorter than him, and raised his hand to give his opponent a hug.

Old Tang's outstretched hand froze in mid-air. He looked at Lu Mingfei in surprise, wondering why this kid suddenly became so sentimental.

It's just an offline relationship, why is it made so grand like a farewell ceremony?
Just when he was about to tell his brother to stop making trouble, he heard Lu Mingfei patting his back and sighing:

"Old Tang, you've suffered a lot these years."

(End of this chapter)