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

Chapter 136 Freedom and Ambition

Pavilions, terraces, bridges, and flowing water—classical and luxurious elements converge here.

Before the carved bronze gate, there were also two rows of welcoming girls dressed in classic kimonos, who bowed in unison and said, "It's an honor to have you here!"

Her voice was charming and captivating, carrying a rich fragrance and a certain intoxicating quality.

Lu Mingfei stood there, letting the two girls at the front, one on his left and one on his right, come up to him. One of them took the leather briefcase from his hand, while the other took his outstretched arm, her soft, boneless hands lingering on his body.

Lu Mingfei kept his eyes half-closed and his arms outstretched, letting them do as they pleased without resisting.

This is a necessary body search before entering the museum. For protection purposes, the Paradise Museum certainly does not allow people to bring weapons into the museum.

As an apology, guests can also have their bodies searched in return, leaving their handprints on the graceful bodies of the welcoming girls.

As long as their clothes aren't torn, the men in black suits loitering around them will likely not interfere.

The external bodyguards at Gokurakukan are mostly elite members of local Osaka yakuza gangs.

With its chest exposed, revealing the grip, this heavy tactical pistol, manufactured by Israel's HS Precision, uses large-caliber Magnum ammunition, capable of penetrating even police body armor.

But Lu Mingfei's attention was not on the man, nor on the girl.

At this moment, countless red lines, some thick and some thin, were winding their way into every corner of the golden mansion in front of him... Each one represented a hybrid, or perhaps Deadpool.

"The defenses are quite tight."

Lu Mingfei was planning the layout of the Paradise Pavilion.
As the biggest money-sucking beast among the Ghosts, its armed bodyguards and the mixed-race individuals lurking within are all forces not to be underestimated.

I couldn't help but feel even more fortunate about my previous decision.

A direct frontal assault is hardly a wise move, unless a barrage of missile strikes is employed...

"It seems there are a few more experts?"

……

A moment later, the girl who had taken the leather suitcase returned.
The US dollars in the box have been converted into chips of equivalent value.

$200 million, which is roughly equivalent to 3 million yen, came from the sponsorship of the top donor, Hideo Kawamura.

She respectfully handed the suitcase back to Lu Mingfei.

She immediately noticed that the girl who was half-embracing Lu Mingfei was dressed perfectly, without any signs of being kneaded. A hint of surprise appeared at the corner of her exquisitely made-up eyes.
She subtly winked in another direction.

then.

A handsome waiter with fair skin, wearing an Indian turban, immediately understood and stepped forward.

"Humph!"

Notice this scene.

Lu Mingfei snorted coldly, stretched out his free right arm, hooked it around the girl's neck, and tightened his grip.

Before he came, Chip Girl specifically reminded him that gambling is one of the few legal bad businesses in the world. It is the kind of business that knows that humans have weaknesses, but uses those weaknesses to make money.

The scheme was already in place before the guests even entered the casino; several rounds of welcoming girls, ranging from plump to slender, showcased a diverse array of styles.
Once inside that door, it's the same. Some are served drinks by waiters, while others pretend to be gamblers who come to sit for a while. You can tell what kind of girls he likes by who he pays attention to.
From then on, a vast net was laid, and people would always lower their guard against the image they favored, letting their desires run wild like a runaway horse until they crashed headlong into a cliff and died.

...Of course, it can also be a boy.

There are quite a few people in high society with special interests, and those handsome young men with red lips and white teeth who are no less beautiful than stunning women are made for these people.

He was probably seen as a pervert who preferred men.

This is unacceptable!
The handsome waiter awkwardly retreated.

The girl nearly suffocated, but dared not utter a sound.

Two seconds later, before the bodyguards could make a move,

Lu Mingfei released his grip and then shoved him aside fiercely.

"What the hell are you doing?"

Lu Mingfei disguised himself as a madman with a twisted personality, whose only interest was gambling.

He swung his suitcase full of chips with dissatisfaction, glaring fiercely at the panicked girl in front of him.

"Aren't you going to open the door and let me in?!"

Stared at by those dark eyes, the girl clutched her throat, a tremor running through her heart for no apparent reason.

He quickly bowed and apologized, and the heavy bronze-carved gate behind him slowly opened.

In an instant, it shone with boundless light.

A suffocating wave of excitement and saturated, dazzling lights assault the senses. The clattering of roulette machines, dice cups, and pachinko machines is overwhelming, filling this glittering space with a cacophony of noise and fervor.

Unlike the elegant and magnificent exterior, everything inside carries a blood-like, intoxicating atmosphere, with scarlet marble slabs and crystal-clear red glass walls.

The glamorous bunny girls wore see-through outfits with black fishnet stockings covering their thighs; the waitresses wore bright pink shimmering swimsuits, revealing most of their full breasts at the neckline, with red wine and red lips reflecting on the girls' fair skin.

In front of the gambling tables.

Countless gamblers, dressed in formal attire, with faces ranging from ecstatic to contorted to pain, stretched out before my eyes like a grand scroll painting, or a magnificent ukiyo-e.

The Heavenly Capital opens its doors to a new guest tonight.

Young people labeled as 'crazy'.

……

The third floor of the Paradise Pavilion.

Unlike the bustling first floor and the dimly lit second floor, there was a clean and traditional Japanese-style suite. The interior was divided by simple white paper screens, and the windows were open, letting in moonlight.

Beside a white wooden screen, a thin, small man sat at a sandalwood tea table.

“Ms. Sakurai, this seems rather irregular. According to what I learned from Kassel College, the essence of a transaction is that both parties offer equal terms in exchange… but I think you are just painting me a pie in the sky.”

The short man had a thin mustache, wore a brightly colored suit, and had a head full of dreadlocks tied into a ponytail. His fingers and neck were adorned with diamond jewelry.

This outfit makes him look like a hip-hop artist.

But both his tone and expression were quite serious and earnest, like a seasoned negotiator.

“Mr. Neo, on average, four people are born and two people die every second in the world. There are 86400 seconds in a day, and the average number of deaths per day is 172800. People die every moment. Human life is very insignificant, and the deaths of the vast majority of people are always so silent.”

Sitting opposite the short man, at the other end of the coffee table, was a woman in a black suit skirt, with her hair piled high, making her appear slender and with bright, beautiful eyes.

She stretched out her slender, white fingers and gently plucked the white peach petals from the vase on the coffee table.

"In your South America, things that happen quietly are even more common."

"The research has reached a critical stage, and we must spare no expense to double the volume of goods for the next eight months of this year," the woman repeated her demand.

"We will give you the reward you want."

The short man remained silent.

Neo the Boar, a name that resonates throughout Rio de Janeiro, controls the drug and human trafficking network in that City of God, making him a veritable underworld emperor.

In the real world, he has an even more famous name.

Hercules.

This is the name of Hercules from Greek mythology, and his record of killing five A-level hybrids head-on seems hard to reconcile with the gaunt body before us.

but……

Neo the pig was torn between his inner thoughts and his own, and hesitated.

Speculation and risk-taking can bring huge profits, but they can also lead to utter ruin; it is a double-edged sword.

Ten years ago, he studied at Kassel College and aspired to protect the world. However, during a mission, he violated school rules and failed. As a B-grade bloodline, he was expelled from school on the spot. After his three years of memories were erased, he was expelled from the school and ended up in Rio de Janeiro.

Perhaps it was because of his special bloodline, but a few years later he gradually remembered those three years that had been forgotten. However, he was ashamed to talk about the past and never told anyone. He just silently became a drug kingpin in Rio and even the whole of South America.

Sometimes at night, after riding those soft bodies, he would ponder whether things would have been different if his bloodline had been stronger, both in terms of the mission's outcome and his future development.

Until a chance encounter.

He came into contact with a man named 'King General'...

“Mr. Hercules,” the woman said with a gentle smile, uttering the name that stirred Neo the boar’s heart.

Neo the pig snapped out of his daze, took a deep breath, and said...

"If the number of missing persons exceeds the safety threshold, the academy will find out, and I will die."

He stared coldly at the woman before him, a woman who combined allure and elegance.

I could faintly smell a delicate fragrance at the tip of my nose.

A fiery light quietly flickered in Neo the boar's dark brown eyes.

Without a doubt, the woman in front of him possessed the most perfect Yamato Nadeshiko type in terms of both figure and appearance. Every smile and frown of hers was like that of a fairy who could captivate the human heart.

After being transformed by dragon blood, Neo the boar's needs far exceeded those of the past, and he especially loved destroying soft things, causing him to suddenly feel restless.

But he still did not act rashly.

This woman is named Sakurai Kogure, the only female manager of the Pleasure House. Every gambler who pushes open the bronze door of the Pleasure House has had thoughts about this alluring female manager, but so far no one has ever truly tasted the flavor of this girl who is not even twenty years old.

She is the third-ranking member of the Fierce Ghost Clan, codenamed 'Ryoma'.

"Who can escape death?"

Sakurai Kogure smiled, her voice alluring.

"That's the power of a god, what's a little risk compared to that?"

“You’ve misunderstood. I don’t actually have any ambition. I just want to be a free-roaming boar, eating a few bites from the trough when I’m hungry, and chasing after pretty little sows as hard as I can when I see them.” Neo the boar laughed, his eyes deep and unfathomable.

"I am content with the status quo."

He immediately stood up and looked down at Sakurai Kogure with a cold gaze.

Would you mind if I stayed here for a while?

Neo the pig pulled a plain black card from his pocket. "Since you've come all this way, and you've done a pretty good job, could you exchange it for some chips for me?"

It's clear he doesn't want to continue this topic.

After a moment of silence, Sakurai Kogure didn't press the matter further.
"Of course not, please wait a moment."

She placed her hands on her abdomen, bowed slightly, and said goodbye.

A moment later, she brought back an iron box.

"Have a great time tonight. There are many clean guest rooms on the second floor."

Neo the pig lowered his head and opened the box. Amidst the densely packed chips, there was a transparent bottle.

The liquid in the bottle was black, yet it shimmered with a rainbow-like glow.

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