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

Chapter 141 Zero Descends from the Sky, Anger Leads to the Battle for the Throne (9.7K)

The top floor of the Paradise Pavilion.

Ruri Kazama sipped her sake lightly, admiring the falling leaves in the mountain forest outside the window.

The birdsong makes the mountain even more secluded.

When the lobby of the Paradise Pavilion was filled with the strong smell of blood, it was hard to imagine that the number two figure of the Fierce Ghost Clan could be so calmly looking at the scenery from the attic.

It is like a real sparrow trapped in a cage.

But he was not alone in the high building.

At this moment, inside the Japanese-style suite, on the other side of the simple white paper screen, stands an uninvited guest.

This is a girl, standing with her feet together, her hands hanging down close to her sides, looking like she is standing at attention.

Judging from the projection on the screen alone, her figure is definitely curvaceous. The only drawback is that the girl is probably less than 1.6 meters tall, which makes her supermodel-like figure appear slightly petite, as if she has been shrunk by half or even more.

But if you see her face, there will probably be no doubt about this.

She's very young and beautiful, like a doll, but the problem is she's too young, maybe only fourteen or fifteen at most, the age of a middle school student.

No wonder that standing there with his head slightly lowered gives the impression of a bookish, diligent student.

Yet she was completely shrouded in a black combat suit, with only her head and face showing. Her pale, almost pure white blonde hair was braided into a single braid that hung quietly down her back, with a yellow plastic butterfly adorning the end of the braid. Against her snow-white skin, the combat suit seemed to glow.

Kazama Ruri sipped her sake, seemingly oblivious to the world around her.

He appeared to be gazing at the mountains and forests, but his attention was actually focused on the girl.

To be fair, there are at least a hundred girls in the Pleasure Pavilion who are more feminine than her.

He has been in contact with more than a thousand girls.

But there's probably not even half a girl who could slip into this room unnoticed and escape his notice.

So even though the atmosphere in the room seemed harmonious and neither of them spoke, it was definitely not a harmonious relationship.

One was pretending to stare at the mountain scenery outside, while the other was genuinely staring at him.

"They're done fighting."

Ruri Kazama put down her sake cup and smiled slightly.

Undeniably, Kazama Ruri is extremely handsome, with fair skin, cascading black hair, and a free-spirited, loose-fitting kimono. Even a simple smile can radiate endless brilliance. Even Sakurai Kogure, who is already a rare beauty and has seen all the worldly pleasures, always feels inferior in his presence.

however,
Facing this man who has a legendary reputation in the male escort industry,
The girl didn't even show a hint of expression, and her tone was like unyielding ice.

“Oh,” she said.

Kazama Ruri turned around and looked directly at the girl who had barged in at some unknown time... or rather, the female assassin, who was holding a military dagger.

"But shouldn't you go and help him?"

He asked with great interest,
"Is that your friend downstairs? I just heard Wang Jiang scream, but your friend probably isn't doing so well either. There's no sound down there now; he probably can't even walk."

“I have to keep an eye on you,” the girl said.

Kazama Ruri's smile softened, as if she were coaxing him: "You don't need to stare at me. If you know enough about the Demon Clan, you should know that I don't get along with the King. I wish he were dead."

"So if your friend kills the king today, I will only applaud him and offer him a pot of the finest sake. I will absolutely not do anything to make him my enemy."

“Oh,” the girl said again.

The military dagger in her hand remained firmly pointed in this direction, and she did not move an inch.

Kazama Ruri was speechless.

The Japan Host Association has a ranking system, and Kazama Ruri has been number one on this list for six consecutive years. This ranking is not based on beauty or sales figures, but rather on artistic principles, selecting masters of male-style flower arrangement.

Kazama Ruri is undoubtedly a master; he is a king, a supreme being. Logically, he should be a master at manipulating people's hearts and extremely skilled at dealing with women, and indeed he is.

There are numerous stories of "chance encounters with Kazama Ruri" on women's forums, and countless women are head over heels in love with him.

But now he's hit a wall; he can't sense any emotion from this girl.

Without an emotional entry point, there is naturally no angle to approach. It's hard to imagine that a girl who is clearly very beautiful has not shown any emotion from the beginning until now.

She plays the role of an assassin, but she has no intention of killing him, no ill will, and no goodwill towards him, her target. It's as if she is a wooden stake, and the 'friend' downstairs is like the second wooden stake.

With that cold tone, it seemed as if she was immune to most of the world's emotions.

He's not good at dealing with girls like that, and he wouldn't normally seek out clients like that.

So Kazama Ruri really had no other options.

Those eyes, which held a dark crimson hue, flickered briefly, but they showed no intention of making a move.

He vaguely sensed a dangerous aura emanating from the girl.

It was as if if she made a move, she might actually die...

Will I die?

Kazama Ruri tilted her head, pondered for a moment, and then a smile appeared on her lips.

He then turned back to face the night view of the mountains.

“However, your friend seems to have turned into something terrifying,” he suddenly said.

"Ah."

"Aren't you worried?"

"He'll get better." The girl's voice warmed, carrying a sense of certainty.

Finally, it no longer feels like a cold, impersonal robot that answers every question.

"What if it doesn't get better?" Kazama Ruri asked.

The girl didn't say anything.
She silently took out a pair of small wooden sticks from her bosom and held them in one hand.

"..."

Noticing the subtle movement behind him,

Kazama Ruri's face remained expressionless, her black, wide-sleeved kimono billowing even without wind.

He exuded a chilling, ghostly aura from head to toe, his eerie golden pupils shooting out sharp eyes that almost pierced through the simple white paper screen.

The second-in-command of the Fierce Ghosts, 'Dragon King'
Beneath the glamorous facade of a flower arrangement master, his true nature is that of a ferocious demon.

In that instant, it felt as if the temperature in the room had dropped to freezing point.

The girl remained expressionless, unafraid to meet his gaze.

……

The basement, the deepest level.

The pungent, nauseating smell of blood assaulted his nostrils. Lu Mingfei, covered in wounds, gasped for breath.

Sharp, knife-like claws gripped the dimly lit, whitewashed cement wall.
It pierced through easily.

The huge exhaust fan in the basement of the Paradise Pavilion slowly turned, blowing out a warm breeze that made people feel hot.

Lu Mingfei hadn't expected the Paradise Pavilion to have such a deep basement.

In this empty and desolate underground space, apart from the light footsteps, the whirring of the fan, and the heavy breathing, there was no other sound.

At his feet, limbs and severed arms were piled up like a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood. A light, crimson rain was falling from the ceiling. Half-eaten, broken corpses hung on the door, on the table, and inside the broken incubation chamber, with shattered glass from the chamber door piercing the lifeless, resilient bodies.

Some are Deadpools in various shapes, some are kings and generals wearing noble masks, and there are also a small number of members of the Fierce Ghosts.

Just one minute ago, a horrific massacre took place here.

A group of monsters hidden deep within the Paradise Mansion were unilaterally and wantonly slaughtered by a single monster.

Faced with Lu Mingfei in his dragon form, they, or rather, they, had no power to resist whatsoever.

only,
I'm so tired, and my head is really spinning...

"You've worked hard, brother. Take a rest."

Lu Mingze quietly appeared behind Lu Mingfei, who was in his dragon form.

He leaned forward, bracing his swaying body.

That's what prevented him from staggering and falling.

"Holy crap!"

The boy's appearance was like a wisp of smoke.

But Lu Mingfei felt a sense of relief from the bottom of his heart, as if it were an instinct, even though he was still dizzy.

In his dragon form, he is like a drunk adult; his brain can transmit commands to his limbs, but there are often some deviations in the transmission process.

This also makes some movements that should be easy to perform extremely difficult to complete and even more strenuous to control.

Lu Mingze was still dressed in a suit and tie, his youthful face shining with light. When he looked at Lu Mingfei's monstrous, inhuman appearance, there was no fear on his face, but rather a look of dependence in his eyes.

"Why did you just come out?"

Lu Mingfei pressed the base of his hand, which was not covered by sharp teeth, against what might be his knee.

Slowly try to sit down.

He was no longer recognizable as a human being. His body was covered in blood, some red and some black, which shimmered against his bluish-gray scales. Most of it was the blood of his enemies, and a small portion was from his own wounds, but almost all of the wounds on his body were his own.

It was left from an accidental scratch.

It's like a child holding a 50-pound kitchen knife. With its immense momentum, it can kill someone, but it's also easy for it to stab itself a couple of times along the way.

“I have a private life too. This time it was because you leveled up to level 61, a crucial level. I sensed what was happening here, so I rushed over,” Lu Mingze replied earnestly.

"call--"

Lu Mingfei tried his best to calm his breathing, not dwelling on whether Lu Mingze was lying to him, nor feeling happy about the so-called 'critical level'.

From the moment he entered his dragon form, his spirit seemed to reach its peak of power, yet also its peak of weakness. The [Intelligence Panel] could not be opened, and his Word of Power seemed to be disabled as well, leaving him only with an incomparably powerful but uncontrollable physical body.

It's not exactly a bad thing, but it's not particularly good either.

Although there wasn't much pain at the wound site, it didn't seem right for it to keep bleeding like this.

Lu Mingfei closed his eyes and tried to move his muscles to close the wound.

His claws are quite sharp.

“It’s not time to rest yet. In your current state, you’ll only get more tired the more you rest,” Lu Mingze said.

"what?"

Lu Mingfei suddenly widened his golden eyes and looked at Lu Mingze with disbelief.

"No, you just told me to rest for a while?"

"It just slipped out of my mouth," Lu Mingze said with an embarrassed smile.

Lu Mingfei was speechless.

However, after being interrupted by Lu Mingze, he calmed down.

Simply give up control of your body, let it fall freely, and focus all your attention back on thinking.

"What state am I in now? Bloodlust?" Lu Mingfei asked.

He knew that Lu Mingze was incredibly knowledgeable and always managed to come up with new insights, like a treasure chest monster. He was sure Lu Mingze had some understanding of his current situation and probably knew a way to get him out of this predicament.

After clearing out the Deadpools in the basement of the Paradise Pavilion, Lu Mingfei spent a lot of time trying to figure out the trick but still couldn't find it.

He guessed it might be related to the sound of the clapper.

"Is it the orthodox Eight Gates Formation?"

"Uh... I guess you could say either way." Lu Mingze carefully considered his words.

"I need to explain the relevant concepts to you first. Simply put, when a hybrid is in a state of extreme anger, despair, pain, or weakness, the dragon personality overwhelms the human personality. As a result, the various hidden characteristics of the dragon in the body are activated, and the dragon genes begin to modify the human genes. This is the theoretical basis of 'berserk blood'."

"Taking control of this process is what we call the bloodline refining technique known as 'Bloodlust'."

"In addition to using mental influence to affect emotions and promote the secretion of related hormones, the orthodox 'Eight Gates' also involves actively regulating specific acupoints in the body, some of which are opened and some are closed, changing the process of the dragon blood flowing in specific areas."

"The former is like life and death being preordained and wealth and honor being determined by fate, while the latter is slightly more controllable and more targeted, but it is more difficult to get started, and as... cough, in short, not many people can use it now. However, in any case, human hybrids who want to pursue transcendent power will inevitably pay a huge price afterward."

Lu Mingze gave the final definition.

"In short, your current situation is more similar to that of Bloodlust."

Lu Mingfei examined his internal condition and asked in confusion, "Similar? Does that mean it's not quite a bloodlust rage yet? But isn't my current state just the activation of a dragon's hidden characteristics? It clearly matches up, doesn't it?"

"But you were forced into this state, and did you experience any extreme emotions?" Lu Mingze countered.

"Well, not really. I didn't feel too uncomfortable at all. In fact, I felt quite comfortable and relaxed..." Lu Mingfei said honestly. He felt like he was really drunk right now, his thoughts drifting around, as if he were lying on soft clouds.

However, he suddenly remembered that his senior brother's appearance on the coastal overpass had also undergone a physical transformation, exhibiting obvious dragon-like characteristics, with both scales and bones.

But the degree wasn't as deep as it is now.

He seemed to have played some kind of "special state"... His mind was a complete mess right now, and he couldn't quite remember.

"Shouldn't there be different stages to bloodlust?" Lu Mingfei asked directly.

"Yes, each stage of the Bloodlust will exponentially refine your bloodline, which translates to an exponential increase in your combat power on your stats panel."

"The first stage will result in the growth of a small number of scales and enhanced abilities such as Word Power, Endurance, and Nerve Reaction. It will also allow you to retain a normal thought process. The first stage of Bloodlust is the safest stage of Bloodlust, suitable for all ages."

"The second and third stages of bloodlust are further stages of sacrificing human hearts in exchange for the power of dragons."

Lu Mingze knew it like the back of his hand: "That day, Chu Zihang suffered a second hemorrhage."

"The limit for normal humans is the second level of bloodlust. Starting from the third level, it's basically equivalent to dancing on the Bridge of Helplessness, and they could completely degenerate into Deadpool at any time."

"What degree am I in now?" Lu Mingfei asked curiously.

"It's somewhere between three and four degrees," Lu Mingze said.

"Can we still take the median value?"

“I already said, strictly speaking, you’re not a Bloodlust type, and the differences between each stage of Bloodlust aren’t that distinct,” Lu Mingze replied with his unique perspective.

“Okay,” Lu Mingfei closed his eyes.

"Don't sleep, don't sleep!" Lu Mingze nag in his ear like an alarm clock.

"Didn't sleep."

Lu Mingfei reluctantly opened his eyes.

He suddenly remembered that when he was fighting Leviathan at the Chen family manor, there was someone next to him who kept telling him not to sleep.

"I'm just contemplating life. By the way, what's the price I paid for entering this state?"

"This is the price we're paying now," Lu Mingze said.

"What do you mean?"

"Well..." Lu Mingze thought for a moment and explained, "Entering this state is itself a price to pay, as are all your current thoughts, ideas, and thought patterns."

Lu Mingze pointed to the basement, where a scene of bloodshed resembled a hellish inferno.

"Did you feel a sense of pleasure rather than remorse when you killed them just now? This disregard for life is the price you pay."

“But they deserve to die,” Lu Mingfei said, puzzled. “Don’t you think so?”

"See? It's starting to have an impact."

“No, that’s really what I think,” Lu Mingfei insisted.

Lu Mingze smiled without saying a word, giving a knowing look.

"You fucking..."

"Good good."

Seeing a claw reaching out, Lu Mingze quickly raised his hands in surrender.

"Even if they truly deserve to die, imagine if it were you in the past, would you have so cleanly wiped them all out? You need to have some mental preparation, right?"

"This means your dragon-like personality has taken over and is influencing your thinking,"

Lu Mingfei thought about it and realized that there was some truth to that statement.

No matter what... they are still human beings, so killing is inevitable. But killing as if they were stray dogs, killing with guilt, and killing with a sense of justice are all completely different concepts.

Putting the facts aside, is there really no one here who doesn't deserve to die? Does everyone deserve to be torn to pieces?
Lu Mingze continued, "And think about it again. When you were engrossed in the killing just now, you should have let your instincts take control of your body, right? But today you're surrounded by enemies. If you were in this state and your friends were around, would you scratch them too when you're being ruthless and even scratch yourself?"

Lu Mingfei was stunned.

Upon hearing this reminder, he realized that it was as if two little people were fighting in his mind. One said, "Just scratch it. Whether it smells good or bad, it's all meat in your mouth." The other said, "That won't do. You're even scratching your own people. So what am I scratching for?"

There's even a third little person who says it's up to you whether you scratch it or not. You two are both right, so let's roll the dice and see who gets the highest number!

And he himself, as the final referee, somehow found himself thinking that these three were all incredibly loyal ministers! What they said made perfect sense!

Lu Mingfei suddenly became alert.

He shook his head vigorously, trying to expel all three little figures from his ears.

But he failed... The three little figures were still fighting in his mind, two of them were locked in a fierce battle, and the other was fanning the flames, while his thoughts were being subtly and continuously influenced by the three voices.

"Understood?" Lu Mingze said with a smile.

"Ah."

Lu Mingfei nodded unsteadily.

Even though he was like a drunkard with limited thinking ability, he had to admit that Lu Mingze was right.

Although these three thoughts seemed intertwined, they all indirectly influenced him. It was like a pool of clear water; even a drop of ink could make it appear still clear on the surface, not a big deal. But compared to another pool of perfectly clear water, the difference was enormous. If he were to enter this state again, surrounded by Nuwa, Su Xiaoqiang, Chu Zihang, or Potato Chip Girl, or even in a bustling city with many truly innocent ordinary people around, what if he had a moment of madness and offered a barrage of 'honest advice'...?

The consequences would indeed be quite terrifying.

"Is it related to that fusion?" Lu Mingfei asked seriously.

"Ah."

Lu Mingze said, "Actually, as your dragon-like personality and your human personality begin to merge, many of your behaviors are already showing signs of dragon-like traits, but you may not be aware of it or feel anything is wrong with it..."

Is this a good thing or a bad thing?

"Whether it's a good thing or a bad thing...it depends on what you're comparing it to. Do you think it's a good thing or a bad thing?"

Lu Mingfei's expression relaxed slightly.

His life now is certainly better than it has been in the past seventeen years, and he enjoys the feeling of having power.

"If the integration continues, is it a good thing or a bad thing?" Lu Mingfei asked again.

"I can't say for sure, they might each have their own advantages," Lu Mingze said meaningfully.

"understood."

Lu Mingfei sighed, no longer dwelling on this yet-to-be-done matter, and turned back to the more crucial issue.

"Alright, now that I've leveled up, I'm level 61 now, right? Shouldn't I get a new Word of Power?"

“That’s right.” Lu Mingze snapped his fingers, beaming.

A black box immediately fell from between the broken corpses on the ceiling.

The surface was smooth and shiny, without a trace of blood.

It's the same old process.

But Lu Mingfei didn't even look at the box; he just stared at Lu Mingze.

"I need a more powerful Word of Power, an offensive Word of Power, to open a backdoor for me," he said directly.

"Ah..." Lu Mingze's expression was somewhat awkward, "An offensive incantation?"

"I need an aggressive Word of Power."

Lu Mingfei realized his current weakness. His various auxiliary spells were excellent enough, but if he had a powerful offensive spell, such as Junyan, the battle with the fifth-generation shadow warrior that Wang Jiang had just fought would not have been so difficult.

After listening to Lu Mingfei's demands and reasons,
"To be honest, I don't see where the difficulty lies." Lu Mingze shrugged.

Lu Mingfei insisted, "It's already very difficult."

After a moment of silence, Lu Mingze suddenly laughed: "Alright, you're right. You already possess the power of violence. Anyone who dares to come near should be completely crushed. A weak insect like this shouldn't have any power to fight back."

Lu Mingfei was stunned for a moment. He wanted to say, "Why do you sound so sarcastic?" But looking at Lu Mingze's serious eyes, he swallowed his words... Come to think of it, that's exactly what he was thinking.

The king is indeed very strong, but isn't it only right that I win?

The only question is how to win more gracefully, how to win more easily.

Therefore, a powerful offensive Word of Power is needed so that when encountering the Fifth Generation Shadow Warrior again, it can be directly blasted to death, thus avoiding unnecessary risks and entering the dangerous Dragon Transformation state.

"In that case, the box might not contain what you want."

Lu Mingze snapped his fingers regretfully, and the smooth, shiny black box disappeared. This time, the various spirit orbs inside were sent back without ever having a chance to be created.

"Well... you can choose for yourself." Lu Mingze smiled. "Take whichever Word of Power you like. The choice is entirely yours."

As he spoke, Lu Mingze stretched out his finger, dipped it in Lu Mingfei's blood, and drew a somewhat familiar yet extremely complex symbol on the smooth, scaly forehead.

"It's done."

As the last stroke was made, Lu Mingfei seemed to have a sudden inspiration.

I immediately understood the meaning of this 'backdoor'.

[Consuming one instance of Deep Intelligence Extraction Permission, fully analyze and obtain the Word of Power being released.]

The cost was small, but the effect was powerful... Lu Mingfei nodded.

"One last question."

"You said."

Lu Mingze wiped the remaining blood off his suit. Drawing this symbol had taken a toll on him, and his face was paler, but he still had a smile on his face.

"The clapper that the king struck..."

……

4:00 AM, Tokyo, Genji Heavy Industries.

Someone once asked why the youngest executive director in the history of the Snake Clan was so successful.

Genji asked in return, "Do you know what Tokyo looks like at four in the morning?"
The man shook his head and said, "I don't know. Then please tell me what Tokyo is like at four o'clock in the morning."

Yuan Zhisheng's answer was, "I don't fucking want to know either."

A Hummer SUV drove out of the underground parking garage.

Amidst the click of a metal lighter, Genji lit a Soft Seven Star cigarette in the back seat, took a deep drag, and exhaled white smoke. He gently rested the cigarette between his fingers on the open window, the wisps of smoke rising from between his fingers and being dispersed by the night breeze.

In the driver's seat was Yaksha, a fierce warrior in Genji's assistant group who was responsible for charging into battle. In the passenger seat was the strategist, Crow, who had been kicked onto the bed by Lu Mingfei and had been lying there for two days, but was now full of energy again.

In the back seat was his personal page, Sakura Yabuki, who was beautiful but had a cold demeanor. She was dressed in a serious suit and earnestly reported the situation to Genji.

But Genjiro wasn't really listening. He felt like a policeman in a crime film, always one step behind everyone else.

Just like the sudden news from Osaka tonight.

The Paradise Pavilion was unexpectedly attacked by mysterious people, and the scene was in complete chaos. The person who reported it to the gang under the family's jurisdiction was actually a gambler who had won money but hadn't had time to take it out!

This kind of thing shouldn't have reached his ears while he was asleep, but his father had been working tirelessly lately and was still handling official business at this hour. He immediately thought of the mysterious dragon-slaying boy from China, 'Lu Mingfei'. If it was an enemy of that level, then he was probably the only one who could go and see for himself. So, the four members of Yuan Zhisheng's team got ready to go.

"Boss, would you like a bowl of ramen first?"

As the Hummer passed the street behind the University of Tokyo, a food truck could be vaguely seen under the dim streetlights, with the word "ramen" hanging on it, and puffs of white steam pouring out of the window.

It's no wonder it's near a university; there are people selling late-night snacks at this hour, and there are even customers.

As Yasha drove, he reminded everyone, "Tokyo is more than 500 kilometers from Osaka. It normally takes five or six hours to drive there, and even if we drive a little faster, it will still take three hours. By the time we get there, it might be dawn."

“I’m not hungry,” Yuan Zhisheng said.

He didn't even glance at the ramen stall; compared to satisfying his appetite, drowsiness was far more detrimental to him.

Normally, he should be sleeping in the car now.

But he still used cigarettes to stay awake, and after receiving this temporary assignment, he felt inexplicably uneasy.

This puzzled him.

Generally speaking, this trip will most likely be a wasted one, and by the time they arrive, the place will probably be deserted.

But he still had a vague feeling that he would find something, or that something would happen.

hum-

Yasha stepped on the gas again.

Since the eldest said he wasn't hungry, then none of us were hungry.

The crow wisely retreated to its seat, its bandaged body barely visible beneath its black shirt.

He actually wanted to satisfy his cravings. He had been eating too bland food in the hospital these past two days and needed something strong to balance things out. Street food stalls usually use a lot of ingredients and rely on strong, rich flavors to attract repeat customers.

However, since Genjiro didn't eat it, he naturally felt embarrassed to bring it up.

“You can buy a bowl if you want to eat it,” Genji suddenly said. “There’s no rush.”

"No, no!" The crow and the yaksha shook their heads in unison.

Sakura's icy lips seemed to curl slightly before she continued her report in a cold voice: "Several gangs in Osaka, such as the Akasaka Gang and the Blackfire Gang, are still under our control. We can ask them for assistance."

“Once we arrive in Osaka, they can arrange for people to go into the mountains with us.”

“No need.” Genji flicked his cigarette ash. “They’ve already had a hard time surviving in the Demon Clan’s stronghold. There’s no need to drag them into this. It’s just a simple mission.”

"If something really happens, calling these people won't make a difference."

"Ok."

Sakura meticulously recorded all of the young master's requests.

After half an hour,

The Hummer entered the Tomei Expressway leading directly to Osaka, and its speed increased once again, leaving the neon-lit city behind.

……

The Bliss Pavilion, the VIP room, has walls inlaid with red crystals.

Boom--boom--

Heavy footsteps echoed from the direction of the staircase deep in the corridor.

Sakurai Kogure stared palely at the dark, cold red glass door that had lost its light.

In Lu Mingfei's first round of indiscriminate attacks.

The female manager of the Pleasure Pavilion, a bewitching and alluring ghost, successfully survived.

It wasn't that she was exceptionally strong, nor that Lu Mingfei gave her special treatment.

Instead, she escaped beforehand.

Upon noticing Lu Mingfei's unusual behavior, she suddenly recalled the words Kazama Ruri had said to her.

So she decisively abandoned Wang Jiang and the other members of the Fierce Ghosts and hid in the VIP room on the first floor.

But now, Lu Mingfei had already returned from the basement, not giving her much time to hesitate. It seemed he had only gone downstairs for a quick look before returning to the first floor.

And it's getting closer and closer to this side.

He was discovered after all.

Not surprising, such a powerful hybrid would surely be able to sense where someone might be hiding. Even a heartbeat or breathing could give away its presence in an extremely quiet environment.

The footsteps are getting closer and closer.

Sakurai Kogure's mind flashed back to that radiant face.

A look of despair crossed his face, but it quickly transformed into a relieved smile.

"This is all I can do for you now. Please take good care of yourself on the road ahead..."

squeak-

The door to the VIP room was pushed open, and light from the corridor streamed in.

Why are you hiding here?

Lu Mingfei's voice was surprisingly gentle, even polite.

Sakurai Kogure suddenly froze.
The person who opened the door at this moment was not a demon or monster; he had completely returned to human form.

Now, his features are refined and his demeanor is calm and peaceful, completely unlike the brutal and mad man who killed people like chickens just moments before. He even has a kind of compassionate and merciful air about him.

In a daze, she even saw the shadow of Kazama Ruri on that face...

Sakurai Kogure tensed up suddenly, her slender white hand gripping a small knife used for cutting fingers, and she raised it with trembling hands.

Lu Mingfei casually touched the light switch on the wall.

pat-

The lights are on.

He looked at the stunningly beautiful woman inside the room, who was extremely tense and terrified, and smiled helplessly.

Earlier in the basement, Lu Mingze did indeed have a way to help him recover from his dragon form... Of course, it's also possible that he recovered on his own after exhausting himself.

However, Lu Mingze did not provide an explanation for the 'bangzi' issue.

He implied that he himself could obtain the answer.

Lu Mingfei understood... It seems these issues can't be avoided; he can only exchange them for [Deep Intelligence Extraction Permission]. He thought to himself, "They take every last penny and use it like dirt. In the blink of an eye, it's almost dropped below 20 times, and upgrading is getting harder and harder. Sure enough, the previous strategy of saving money was right."

But before that, I still need to meet the person upstairs... Her name is Yuan Zhinü, right?
"I don't have to kill you."

Lu Mingfei raised his palm to show that he was harmless.

"Just tell me how to get upstairs."

Sakurai Kogure shook her head, still holding the small knife in her hand: "You can kill me, but don't expect to get anything out of me."

Seeing her reaction, Lu Mingfei frowned.

He had clearly seen Sakurai Kogure raise his [affection level] a little earlier.

But this attitude is quite wrong.

Admittedly, the female manager of this pleasure house was very beautiful and younger than he had imagined, and he suspected that similar places might be involved in transactions involving beauty.

After all, there is an 'adult' upstairs.

But what's with that look on his face that says he'd want to harm me, even if it means stepping over my dead body first?

"Are you his girlfriend?" Lu Mingfei asked tentatively.

"It has nothing to do with you!"

Sakurai Kogure gritted her teeth.

Lu Mingfei frowned again, suddenly thinking of some kind of abnormal relationship between men and women.

So he said seriously, "A friend of mine once told me something that I would now advise you to do: employees should never empathize with their boss."

"If he really cared about you, he should have come down to save you right now."

Sakurai Kogure's face was full of determination, unmoved, as she held up the flimsy little knife in her hand.

Damn, I'm guessing that's really true...

Seeing this, Lu Mingfei sighed.

He mainly wanted to save some effort, otherwise he really couldn't be bothered with so much fuss.

however,
Just as they were about to say something more, a loud bang suddenly erupted outside the Paradise Pavilion.
The sound traveled from the carved bronze door into the VIP room.

It sounded like something heavy had crashed down from upstairs.

The two people in the room were both stunned.

a long time.

Lu Mingfei sighed as he watched a hint of joy quietly appear on Sakurai Kogure's usually icy face.

"Alright, it seems your man... hmm?"

Lu Mingfei suddenly stopped talking, a very serious question rising in his mind.

and many more!

Is Minamoto no Chizuru a boy or a girl?

Hmm, could this be a lesbian?

……

Ruri Kazama's face was ashen and somber.

Staring at the blonde girl who jumped down from the windowsill.

Sure enough... this woman's strength is even more outrageous than he imagined!
Caught off guard, even he suffered a hidden loss.

Where did this monster come from?

Gently patting the small shoe print on her chest, Kazama Ruri licked her lips, her eyes flashing with an eerie light.

"You are stronger than I imagined, but I wonder about your Word of Power?"

"You can try," the girl said expressionlessly, her feet not moving an inch.

"hehe."

Kazama Ruri sneered, her anger reaching its peak.

As a 'royal' level hybrid of the White King lineage, in addition to being able to break through the critical blood limit, they also have the opportunity to use the White King's Word of Power!
The White King lineage of Words of Power in the Words of Power Periodic Table is missing, or only has names and speculative effects, without any testing.

His Word of Power is none other than the 'Dream Eater' with serial number 91.

This is a kind of Word of Power that has no offensive power at all, yet it is the most dangerous Word of Power. It can create a mental prison of dreams, trapping the enemy inside. The enemy will see the things they fear most in the dream, and once they believe in their own death in the dream, they will also die in reality.

however,
Just as Kazama Ruri was about to recite the dragon script for 'Dream Baku', she saw the girl standing opposite her suddenly turn her head away and look away.

That snow-white face even showed a hint of... emotion?
Is it anger?

Kazama Ruri was taken aback.

I subconsciously forgot to continue activating the power of words.

Following her gaze,

A man and a woman walked side by side out of the dark and bloody Ecstasy Palace.

He walked out slowly.

They were very close together.

(End of this chapter)