Dragon Clan: I am Lu Mingfei, the Intelligence Strategist, the God of Concepts!

Chapter 124 Washing of Eri Clothes

"Sakura..."

Nakajima Tagawa repeatedly repeated Lu Mingfei's alias, his expression slightly embarrassed.
He knew it was a pseudonym.

But after so many years of dealing in freight and smuggling, this is the first time I've encountered a customer with such a 'SAO' name.

Lu Mingfei smiled and nodded again.

He picked out the name randomly a few days ago when he was learning Japanese. Sakura means cherry blossom in Japanese.

Cherry blossoms are an important symbol of Japanese culture. Any film, television, literature, or game that involves Japan will almost always include cherry blossom elements.

However, when people actually use "cherry blossom" in their names, they usually don't use direct names like "Sakura" or "桜," but rather add some embellishments.
For example, names like '真桜', '未桜', and '桜都' retain the imagery of cherry blossoms while avoiding duplicate names.

Sakura alone is usually only used as a nickname or pet name.

For Lu Mingfei, he didn't care about that; it was just a pseudonym, a title.

At that moment, Zhou Minhao parked his car and walked over.

"Hey! I'm entrusting my friend to you. Remember to deliver him safely, I owe you a favor."

He was still a little worried, after all, Nuwa had repeatedly instructed him before he left that he must not make any mistakes.

Zhou Minhao put his arm around Nakajima Tagawa, his face beaming with enthusiasm, as if they had a very good relationship.

"Don't worry, we're professionals at this road."

Nakajima Tagawa was somewhat surprised, but he still patted his chest and his expression became obsequious and ingratiating.

He had heard of this boss surnamed Zhou. On the surface, he ran a factory, but in reality, he had a powerful background, and his friends in the underworld all gave him face.

He knew that the "favors" were just polite words and should be taken with a grain of salt. After all, the other party had paid him. Normally, smuggling someone into Japan would cost at least 70 to 100 million yen per person. Originally, Nakajima Tagawa offered to help Boss Zhou deliver the goods for free, but Zhou Minhao insisted that everyone should make money together.

They gave the maximum amount of 100 million yen, made no interference with the departure plan, and did not request any additional benefits.

Zhou Minhao turned around and winked at Lu Mingfei with a grin.

It means remembering what he said—don't trust this person too easily, and act according to circumstances.

Lu Mingfei nodded slightly.

Even without Zhou Minhao's special reminder, Lu Mingfei would be on high alert.

'Nakajima Tagawa', whose real name is 'Ogawa Akihito', is a human being, not a hybrid, but he has committed numerous crimes such as murder, arson, and other offenses. He is a wanted criminal and a member of several yakuza groups.

The weirdest thing is that his first tag is still 'keeping promises'!
However, Lu Mingfei had no intention of causing any unforeseen complications; he wanted to arrive in Japan safely first.

“Mr. Sakura, please come aboard with me. Your room is ready.”

Nakajima Tagawa was unaware that his secret had been completely exposed.

She greeted Lu Mingfei with a smile.

After giving a final few words of advice, Zhou Minhao disembarked and waved to Lu Mingfei.

Lu Mingfei turned around and waved to him, then followed Nakajima Tagawa.

The ship has a deadweight tonnage of about 3 tons, and the environment is much better than Lu Mingfei had imagined. In movies and TV shows, the ships used for smuggling people are usually rusty and full of stench, but this cargo ship is alright. It has always carried small commodities such as toys, and apart from the smell of sea breeze and salt, there is no rotten fishy smell.

At first glance, it looks like a rectangular iron box floating on the sea, with a cargo warehouse in the middle, various red and blue containers, a power system, a rudder, and a narrow living area at the bow and stern.

Presumably out of respect for Zhou Minhao, and having discovered the inside story behind the 'business', Nakajima Tagawa did not bring Lu Mingfei into the warehouse that had been prepared at the beginning.

Instead, he went down from the deck and led him to the cabin in the living area.

"You can drink as much alcohol as you want. If you get hungry, just press the call button and I'll have someone bring you food. You're Mr. Zhou's friend, so you deserve the best treatment. But it's best if you don't wander around too much."

Nakajima Tagawa said, "There are a few girls among this 'guest'. If you're interested, I can introduce you. I don't think any girl would refuse a handsome and talented young man like you."

Lu Mingfei nodded slightly. To keep a low profile, Zhou Minhao did not arrange a "chartered boat" for him this time, as he was not the only one on the boat heading to Japan.

There were even a few women who wanted to develop their careers on the other side of the sea.

However, these people naturally didn't receive the same treatment as Lu Mingfei; they were all crammed into a shipping container.

Lu Mingfei was naturally not interested in what Nakajima Tagawa said.

Moreover, he made one mistake.

Lu Mingfei has no real talent; the instrument box is just a disguise. When it comes to actually showing his 'talent,' people will probably be less than enthusiastic.

"When do we depart?" Lu Mingfei asked simply.

“Once the cargo is loaded, the management of this fishing port becomes quite lax at night,” Nakajima Tagawa said. “Although we are a legitimate cargo ship, we still need to be careful.”

"At that time, we will first go north along the edge of the East China Sea, use the Tsushima Current to quickly cross the median line of the East China Sea, and then turn southwest to go straight to the uninhabited coast of Nagasaki and Fukuoka, and drop you down there."

"With favorable winds and tides these past two days, barring any unforeseen circumstances, it should take about 30 hours to arrive."

……

Soon after, Nakajima Tagawa left.

Lu Mingfei began to tidy up the cabin.

The small room was fairly tidy, and even had a small round porthole with a view of the sea. The so-called unlimited drinks were the cheapest sake and Calpis, which were covered in dust and looked somewhat suspicious.

Lu Mingfei didn't plan to touch the drinks and food on the ship. Although hybrids have high 'poison resistance' to some extent, they are not invincible. Caution is the best policy.

Lu Mingfei had done his homework before coming.

This trip started from the southeast coast, while Japan's "black ports" are generally located on barren reefs off the coast of Goto Islands in Nagasaki Prefecture, Karatsu in Saga Prefecture, or remote bays around Munakata and Itoshima in Fukuoka Prefecture, with a total distance of about 600-800 kilometers.

After tidying up, Lu Mingfei lay quietly on the bed, looking at the boundless ocean, and a thought inexplicably arose in his mind.

"If the boat wrecks in the middle of the sea, can I swim 300-400 kilometers?"

This is a problem.

He had just secretly released 'Word of Power: Bloodline Binding' and had not detected a second hybrid on the ship besides himself.

It was indeed just an ordinary smuggling boat.

"I hope everything goes smoothly."

Lu Mingfei sighed.

This approach has been followed for many years, and in principle, there shouldn't be any major problems.

only,
The flag that Nakajima Tagawa set before leaving still inexplicably made him feel a little uneasy.

……

The cargo ship set sail normally at night.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the sea, in Japan, the Genji Heavy Industries building was brightly lit.

29th floor, inside the strategic command center.

A huge map of Tokyo, covering an entire wall, is covered with colorful darts, each with a note attached, signifying an impending emergency.

Gray, green, blue, and red represent ordinary gang fights, with different colors indicating the intensity of the conflict. Black darts represent dragon-related activities, whether they are hybrids or Deadpools, which need to be dealt with as a top priority.

“Father, your prediction was right. The Ghost Clan has been making more and more moves lately. While the Secret Society is too busy to focus on us, they are trying to expand their influence.”

Genjiro was wearing the black uniform of the Executive Bureau, his handsome face showing signs of fatigue.

He handed a stack of reports to the elderly man in front of him, who was dressed in a kimono.

"Yes, that's Wang Jiang's style. He's a man who's good at speculation, and he won't miss any opportunity."

Dressed in a black haori, Tachibana Masamune had a serious and solemn expression, exuding the demeanor of a patriarch. He took the report from the Executive Bureau and carefully read through it.

read it.

The old man suddenly sighed.

“You were right a few days ago. Faced with the sudden attack of the demons, we really didn’t have the time to spare to deal with the problem of ‘God’. Sometimes I often wonder if I’m getting old and barely managing to keep this family together. There are many things I haven’t done perfectly.”

“This is not your responsibility, Father. You have already taken the lead in fighting against the Demon Clan. Without you, the family’s situation would be even more critical,” said Genjiro.

"Fortunately, you anticipated the king's offensive and had your family prepare in advance, otherwise we would have suffered heavy losses in the next few days."

Tachibana Masamune gestured for him not to try to comfort him: "There is one thing worth noting here. According to Princess Kaguya's analysis, the King is probably trying to smuggle in experts from outside."

"Experts outside?" Genji was taken aback.

“That’s right. Some of them are hunters, some are mercenaries, and some are gangsters. In short, they are a group of very difficult guys to deal with.” Tachibana Masamune said with a serious expression, “The Oni Clan paid these people to participate in our war.”

"This stems from the Ghost Clan's funding chain. Over the years, they have built a large trading network under the guise of 'evolution medicine'."

Yuan Zhisheng's expression gradually turned serious: "I will arrange for someone to follow up on this matter."

For Genjiro, he was not surprised by any means the Oni Clan used.

The only thing that worried him was that this might mean a full-scale war between the Snake Clan and the Demon Clan was about to begin. "Thank you for your hard work," Tachibana Masamune sighed.

Yuan Zhisheng shook his head.

Next, the two discussed some work-related matters.

The long report finally came to an end.

When it came to raising Genjiro to be a qualified head of the family, Tachibana Masamune always spared no effort in teaching him how to handle various situations, being strict yet full of earnest advice.

Although the two are not related by blood, they still act like a father and son.

"A general doesn't necessarily have to lead by example in everything; it's often more important to coordinate the overall situation," said Tachibana Masamune.

“I understand, Dad.”

Genji suddenly asked, "How is Erii?"

"It's the same as always, we just had a blood transfusion yesterday."

A kind smile appeared on Tachibana Masamune's aged face.

"Go see her. You've been so busy these past few days, she misses you a lot."

"Ok."

Yuan Zhisheng nodded and began to talk about his younger sister.

The worry that had weighed heavily on his brow from the numerous official duties eased somewhat.

……

A moment later, at the Genji Heavy Industries building, floor ξ.

This is a hidden floor that doesn't exist in the elevator list. The walls are covered with various "dangerous areas" and "no entry" signs, and there's a faint smell of formaldehyde in the air. It feels more like a hospital.

Erii Uesugi, the head of the Uesugi family who never appears in public, lives here year-round due to health reasons.

Deep in the corridor, a traditional Japanese-style room was filled with crackling sounds.

The plain white walls were not decorated much, except for three portraits: Amaterasu, Tsukuyomi, and Susanoo from Japanese mythology.

The room has tatami flooring and a kotatsu table in the middle.

Genjiro and Erii Uesugi sat side by side, intently staring at the screen in front of them.

Samurai Shodown II is a very old game, and it's also the one that Genjiro and Erii play most often. This kind of old game doesn't have such gorgeous lighting effects, but the combos and attack and defense are very well done, making it a hardcore fighting game.

Moments later, Genji was defeated.

The Yagyu Jubei he was controlling was taken away by Haohmaru, controlled by Erii, using the ultimate move 'Secret Technique: Tenba Fushin Slash'.

A huge 'book' appeared on the screen.

Take the victory

Erii stared blankly at the screen, her face reflecting the light, her pupils gleaming.

The girl has an expressionless face, and may look about twenty years old, but many people think she looks like a doll when they first see her. Even though playing games with Genjiro is her favorite thing to do, she rarely shows a smile.

"Are you unhappy? Want to play another game for a while?"

Yuan Zhisheng keenly noticed the girl's emotional change and tentatively asked.

"Brother, you're not concentrating."

Erii typed this sentence on the screen.

Yuan Zhisheng paused for a moment, then sighed and admitted, "I've been busy lately. I'll play with you again in a few days after I've finished taking care of everything."

He knew Erii was very sensitive, so he never lied to her.

Erii was very understanding and simply nodded.

Put the handle in your pocket.

She wore a standard red and white shrine maiden outfit, consisting of a kimono, a white robe, and scarlet hakama, with red silk cords woven into the cuffs and hem.

The clothes have many pockets, and besides the handle, they also contain many other small toys, including plastic Ultraman and monster figures, plush Rilakkuma figures, and Hello Kitty figures.

Each toy has a small label: 'Eri's Ultraman', 'Eri's Rilakkuma', 'Eri's Duck'...

She seems to be very possessive, to the point that she wants to leave her mark on every toy.

She stood up at that moment, her large shrine maiden robes unable to conceal her exquisite figure.

Her long, dark red hair cascaded down like a waterfall, with a few strands falling across her chest.

Erii took out 'Erii's Duck', which was a yellow rubber duck.

Then she untied the bright red sash around her waist, took off her white upper garment, and the shrine maiden's outfit cascaded down her smooth shoulders like water.

"Are you going to take a shower?" Genji sighed.

Erii nodded expressionlessly, without pausing her movements at all.

The semi-transparent white inner lining, "Muscle Robe," slid down the curves of her body, revealing her rounded shoulders and prominent shoulder blades... along with black lingerie with lace trim.

“Sigh.” Genji shook his head, looking quite helpless.

He had already discussed this issue with Erii many times. She could take off her clothes in the bathroom, but not in front of other people, especially not in front of a man, whether that man was him or someone else.

But she didn't listen at all.

Therefore, Genjiro left the room on his own initiative.

Erii was left alone in the room.

She loosened her hair and stood up completely from her crimson trousers. Her body was slender and fair. She placed a yellow rubber duck on her head, tiptoed around the room, and finally ran towards the bathroom.

The porcelain white bathtub was already filled with hot water and sprinkled with fresh rose petals.

It's clear that her bathing was premeditated.

It was only because Genjiro arrived unexpectedly that we ended up playing games with him for a while instead.

Erii placed the yellow rubber duck on the water's surface, gave it a gentle push, and as the duck swam to the other side, she dived into the bathtub.

The girl's beautiful body was immediately covered with bath foam, her red hair sticking wetly to her back.

The light shone in, and the water in the bath rippled gently. The surface of the water was covered with foam and flower petals. Erii sat in the bath, her whole body submerged in the foam, with only half of her head sticking out.

It's more like taking a bath than taking a shower.

She didn't do much washing; she just let the foam accumulate on her body and waited for it to burst.

Throughout the process, her gaze remained fixed on the yellow rubber duck swaying on the water's surface.

The ducks would occasionally move to clean themselves, but only when the water stopped rippling and they ceased swimming.

Gradually, the foam began to decrease, and she finally began to wash her body carefully, even though her body probably didn't need much washing, she still rubbed out layers of new foam.

She takes her baths very carefully and meticulously, strictly adhering to the bathing procedure and leaving no corner untouched.

I also gave the yellow rubber duck a bath.

After an unknown amount of time, she finished her bath and climbed out of the bathtub.

I took a towel and wiped the yellow rubber duck's body before it was my turn.

Her beautiful curves and fair skin were on full display under the lights, but she didn't care at all. After changing into a comfortable set of underwear, she walked back to the Japanese-style room with an air of nonchalance, carrying the pile of clothes back to her bedroom.

No one disturbed her during that time. After Yuan Zhisheng left, the entire floor was empty except for her.

She had an injection during the day, played games at night, and then took a shower. Now it's time for her to go to sleep.

This is her daily routine.

As the head of the Snake-Headed Eight Families, she is not like the heads of other families such as Genjiro, who is in charge of the Executive Bureau, Shio Miyamoto, who is in charge of the Ganryu Research Institute, or Kotaro Fuma, who trains the ninja forces. She is not responsible for handling all kinds of official business every day.

All she needs to do is live each day.

Whether as a weapon, a monster, or something else entirely.

Before climbing into bed, she took all the toys out of the intricate pockets of her kimono and placed them by the bedside.

Keroroh and Ultraman sat side by side by the cabinet, with Kiiroitori and Duck on her head, holding Rilakkuma in her arms, and covering Hello Kitty with a lace-trimmed blanket.

Erii gently closed her dark red eyes.

The toys surrounded the pillow, keeping her company.

　Sorry for the lateness. I've adjusted the content a bit. There might be more tonight, but I'm not sure how late. Let's read it together tomorrow. Thank you YLZZZLY for the 12 monthly tickets, and thank you to the 33 readers including Gaotianzhijun, Tongmengjun, and Xianyu Dazhuji for their monthly ticket support.

　　
　
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