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

Chapter 135 Can the Paradise Pavilion Grant My Wish? (Bonus Chapter for Monthly Tickets)

The sun circled once in the sky before sinking below the edge of the city.

The bright moon hangs high in the sky, and the thick night fog drapes the city in a veil, gradually fading the bustling cityscape into darkness.
Unlike seaside towns like Baijinji Town.

As a former capital of Japan and an international port city, Osaka is just as prosperous as Tokyo, and at one point its population even surpassed Tokyo's. Its nightlife is just as vibrant and diverse.

But as the clock hands pass '12', the frenzied crowd will gradually quiet down.

It was late at night, around 12:30 a.m.

On the Xindong Expressway, a pure black Mercedes-Benz sedan was speeding out of the city at 120 miles per hour.

"Is that the direction of Paradise City?"

In the back seat, Lu Mingfei leaned out and glanced at the dark mountains and forests in the distance. Under the bright moon, a hazy golden halo surrounded the area, creating a dreamlike atmosphere.

From this angle, the mountain pavilion, known as the "Golden Mansion," cannot be fully seen, but its luxurious aura is impossible to conceal, and its imposing presence can be felt from afar.

It looked like it had been blessed by a high monk; the words "Poor people need not enter" were written all over it.

But this time, we're not broke.

Lu Mingfei rubbed the sturdy leather suitcase next to him with the toe of his leather shoe. The suitcase was not large, but it was definitely not small either.

Paired with a simple and clean suit, he looks like a proper gambler.

Of course... he wasn't the person on the bus who best fit the criteria of a gambler.

Noticing a slight fluttering,

"Have you been inside before? Is the Elysium Pavilion really that amazing?"

Lu Mingfei turned his head and glanced at the middle-aged businessman next to him in the back seat, whose mouth was stuffed with a tie and whose hands and feet were bound by a suit.

"Woo!"

The middle-aged man protested, thinking to himself, "Regardless of how awesome the Paradise Hall is, your method of kidnapping people is truly amazing."

His name is Hideo Kawamura, a local furniture tycoon. He was planning to go to Gokurakukan tonight to have a good time.

As soon as he got into his car, he found a young man already waiting for him in the back seat.

However, before he could even call for bodyguards, he was bound tightly in a manner reminiscent of a movie.

They also stuffed his mouth shut.

Kawamura Hideo was shocked, almost thinking that the person he had deliberately delayed paying the final payment was planning to do something to him.

Lu Mingfei was too lazy to explain to him.

He actually tied him up using the method of tying up a 'zongzi' (rice dumpling), in other words, the same procedure the Zhou family used to tie up Deadpool. He tied several joints together, then folded them slightly, and the whole person immediately turned into a banana.

However, given Kawamura Hideo's greasy physique, this banana was probably on the verge of mold, just one step away from bursting the bulge at the end.

"How could I have been there? I'm not interested in gambling. But the difference between Elysium and a normal casino is that there's no limit to the bets on their tables."

The voice of the potato chip girl came through the headset.

“In places like Las Vegas and Monte Carlo, where gambling is legal, there are limits on the amount that can be played at each table. Exceeding those limits is illegal. But there are always some mysterious wealthy Arabs who only find excitement in betting tens of millions of dollars.”

"So they invented the 'delay' method. They sealed off the entire casino and distributed the bets to each table for calculation. However, for the Ghost Gang, that group of outlaws, 'delay' was obviously too troublesome. It was easier to break the law."

“I used to be a model citizen.”

Lu Mingfei sighed; naturally, he didn't speak with Kawamura Hideo.

He was just venting to the potato chip girl.

On the way there in the morning, Chip Girl suggested the 'Paradise' as a research direction to him.

Lu Mingfei had no objection.

But the so-called 'preparation phase' that followed took him somewhat by surprise.

The potato chip girl is actually going to teach her gambling skills!

What kind of behavior is this, Tsunade!
Shouldn't we be carrying guns and knives, charging in and shooting everyone?

So the potato chip girl explained again.
The Paradise Pavilion is undoubtedly luxuriously decorated and secluded, with beautiful women as numerous as clouds and fine wines as plentiful as mountain springs. Here, you can gamble big, with no upper limit. It is common for a single gambling game to have turnovers exceeding 100 million or even 1 billion.

But this is still not the biggest gimmick of the Ghost Clan.

The wealthy from all over Japan flock here, not for the beautiful women and thrills. With their status and wealth, those wicked capitalists could go anywhere in a lavish and opulent place, but they ultimately choose Gokurakukan and even patiently wait for the trial operation rule of "one to three times a month".

What truly attracts them is—'desire'.

When you accumulate a certain amount of money through the gambling tables, the Paradise Pavilion will become your wishing well.

Japan is a place that values ​​rules and traditions; no one dares to cross the line, for doing so could mean death. But Gokurakukan is a place without rules.

Or rather, even if your wish goes against the 'rules,' the Paradise Pavilion will bear the risks and costs for you, as long as you take out a sufficient amount from your winnings and invest it in the Paradise Pavilion's Wish Fund.

Then, the most beautiful woman in the world will bend down and sit beside you, leading you to the deepest, most mysterious VIP room in the casino. She will look up at you with seductive eyes, pour you drinks, and ask you in a soft voice about your purpose for coming to the VIP room and your aspirations.

Any wish is possible.

If you want to kill your enemy, you'll see the news in the newspaper in three days, and then sit in the VIP room sipping wine and admiring that fresh head.

You can make a wish to get rid of the disease that plagues you, and you will receive a rainbow-colored reagent that will transform you completely.

You can make a wish on a woman, and even if she once looked down on you, the Paradise Pavilion will use magical means to make her your loyal captive.

Money is not everything, but that's just an empty phrase at Elysium. Here, money is everything.

Having finished speaking,

Lu Mingfei was deeply moved when he heard this in the car. He couldn't believe such a place existed in the world!
There's really no need to start fighting right away. We can talk things out first...

Can you help me level up to level 100?
But then he received another piece of terrible news—

Chip Girl didn't receive an invitation to the Paradise.

The reason given was that the place wasn't high enough in rank to get in touch with her!

……

"It doesn't matter. It's a bit hasty, but if you miss today, you might have to wait a week or even two weeks for the Paradise Pavilion to open again. By then, you'll probably be too impatient to wait."

The potato chip girl's voice came through the headset, accompanied by the crunching sound of her chewing.

She certainly wouldn't go to the Pleasure Pavilion with Lu Mingfei.

Do you even know what a civilian employee is?

At best, I managed to get him a 'ticket'!
"There's no need to be that impatient."

Lu Mingfei's gaze continued to linger among the dimly lit mountain forests in the distance.

"I'm not interested in the most beautiful women in the world; I mainly want to see if they can actually fulfill my wishes." Lu Mingfei licked his teeth, his smile obedient.

These details of their actions, observed by Hideo Kawamura and his driver, only heightened their anxiety, as they were nearing their destination.

They weren't sure if the moment they arrived at the Paradise Pavilion would be their death day.

This young man looks rather weird...

"Did you remember the rules I taught you?" the potato chip girl asked again.

She spent the entire day teaching Lu Mingfei how to gamble. This was her old profession; before being taken away by the boss, she was a casino girl. With her limited gambling skills, plus the passive buff of 'Word Spirit: Heavenly Evolution', she was basically invincible.

Fortunately, she didn't care about the small-scale antics of the Fierce Ghost Clan, as the risks and rewards were disproportionate. Otherwise, she would have to visit at least three times a month.

"Blackjack, it's just playing cards." Lu Mingfei smiled. "Whoever remembers the most cards is the best."

"No, no, no, I mean the real rules. The real rules of casinos are that nine out of ten bets are lost, and the house never loses, nor do they want to lose."

The potato chip girl stopped chewing and repeated herself carefully.
"So it's best not to push them too far before 3 o'clock."

"What's at three o'clock?" Lu Mingfei asked.

"Reinforcements have arrived."

……

After half an hour,

A black Mercedes-Benz was parked in the parking lot next to the stone bridge.

The brightly lit mountain house, resembling a palace in the sky, was right before my eyes.

Lu Mingfei glanced at the driver, and the burly man obediently came over, letting Lu Mingfei tie him up like a second dumpling and throw him into the back seat to sit shoulder to shoulder with his boss.

Just to be on the safe side, they each slapped the back of the head to help improve their sleep quality.

As he crossed the stone bridge, clusters of cherry blossoms fell on Lu Mingfei's shoulders, and two rows of girls in kimonos walked by, their faces full of spring-like joy, looking down at him tenderly.

Lu Mingfei walked straight past them and stood in front of the heavy, carved bronze door of the Golden House.

Smiling, she gently opened her arms, as if embracing the painting "Hell Transformation" by Wu Daozi, the Tang Dynasty's master painter.

It was as if they were savoring this rare power and influence.

next moment,
The Word of Power: Bloodline Binding silently unfolds.

Countless threads extended in all directions of the Paradise Pavilion.

　July bonus chapter completed! I made it in time, sorry for being a little late, but thankfully I kept my promise.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)