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

Chapter 169 The Patriarch Leaves a Regretful Last Will; The Heavenly Emperor of Tang Decides All Ages

Genji Heavy Industries, 15th floor, Japanese-style private room.

"This tea set is called Hatsuhana Kanchō. It is a Tang Dynasty tea set produced in the Edo period. Its prototype is the oil pot of your Chinese concubine Yang Guifei. It was passed down by Oda Nobunaga and Tokugawa Ieyasu and then belonged to Toyotomi Hideyoshi. Finally, it was collected and preserved by us."

The dining table has been cleared, and the feast ingredients have been replaced with various tea ceremony utensils.

Sakurai Nanami picked up the brown wooden tea set from the table, held the cup upside down, and the lid remained perfectly still, without spilling a single drop of tea.

thump—

The tea set was placed steadily, making a crisp and solid clinking sound.

"please."

Mai Shude accepted the teacup offered by Sakurai Nanami, who bowed low. She rotated it clockwise twice in her palm, returning the side with the newly blooming flower pattern to the other side.

The room was filled with the aroma of tea.

During the meal, Mai Shude once again removed her sunglasses. Even though it wasn't the first time she had witnessed such beauty, her stunning and eerie charm still shocked the two heads of the Snake-Headed Eight Families. Thus, when Susan remained unmoved, Sakurai Nanami took the initiative to probe this secretary and bodyguard.

Unlike her lukewarm attitude towards Kotaro Fuma... or perhaps she was just bored, Mai Shutoku readily accepted.

Sakurai Nanami is performing a Japanese tea ceremony.

Mai Shude almost laughed.

Because the other party subconsciously assumed she was Chinese, although it doesn't seem wrong—Su Sang is Chinese, so it's reasonable for Su Sang's assistant to be Chinese as well.

Moreover, Mai Shutoku is completely different from the traditional Yamato Nadeshiko in terms of figure, appearance, and temperament. She has almost no gentle inner qualities from head to toe, but instead is full of sharpness and ambition.

She herself had no good feelings towards Japan or the Hebi-hachi family.

After all... she used to be a ghost, my sister, my father... ha.

Saketoku Mai's thoughts drifted away, but her face remained smiling, revealing no flaw whatsoever.

After finishing the tea, Mai Shude showed admiration and pretended to ask Nanami Sakurai for advice on tea ceremony.

Sakurai Nanami was testing her, but wasn't she also trying to distract him? Compared to Fuma Kotaro, this old woman was more worthy of caution. The potato chips were crucial and couldn't be disturbed.

The private room was quiet, except for the soft whispers of the two women and the sound of Su Enxi's nimble fingers tapping on the keyboard and screen.

Not a moment later.

The noise from the restaurant and corridor outside gradually subsided.

Footsteps approached from afar, and a subordinate in a suit and tie respectfully knocked on the door.

"Master, Su Sang... all the intruders on the fifteenth floor have been eliminated. A total of 28 enemies were killed and their identities have been confirmed. Most of them were hunters or members of the Global Assassin organization. Six were captured alive. After interrogation, they said they came to the headquarters building after accepting a mission posted on a website by an unknown person. However, they insist that they did not want to be enemies with the family at first and that there was a traitor in the team who betrayed them..."

Subordinates reported external results quickly and meticulously.

obviously.

Faced with the all-out attack of the elite forces of the Snake Clan, the invaders were unable to cause much trouble. At most, they struggled a bit before being wiped out.

This is only to be expected.

The hunter community is a mixed bag, but when faced with large hybrid organizations and well-trained regular armies, they ultimately cannot compete.

What about the other floors?

Kotaro Fuma remained expressionless. He naturally didn't believe the story of the villains plotting against him; it was nothing more than a loser's sophistry to save his life.

"There is still some sporadic resistance, but the count is not yet complete. Princess Kaguya has encountered some problems..."

After listening to his subordinate's report.

"Handle it as soon as possible, so that Su Sang doesn't laugh at us."

Fuma Kotaro gave a simple instruction in a natural and calm tone.

He had absolute faith in his family. "Tell the children not to be stingy with their methods. Find out who's behind this as quickly as possible and let them know that the family's authority cannot be challenged!"

"Yes."

The subordinate immediately responded.

When leaving, they made sure to close the wooden door behind them.

At that moment, a piece of encrypted text flashed across Su Enxi's screen.

It was sent from zero.

[Tachibana Masamune is dead; find a way to escape.]

Upon seeing the contents, Su Enxi's pupils dilated instantly.
Holy crap, you guys are way too arrogant! How could you just... damn it, treat me like I'm Japanese?
Noticing the gaze directed at her from the side

She quickly covered it up by pushing up her glasses, and asked with feigned concern:
"Cough... Has the situation stabilized?"

"Yes, Su-san."

Fuma Kotaro smiled faintly, his gaze towards Su Enxi carrying an ambiguous meaning.

"Thankfully, an outsider broke into the family building a couple of days ago and caused considerable damage. We also received your notice that you were coming to provide guidance. So, during this critical period, Mr. Masamune strengthened the security in the building. Many arrangements were carried out in secrecy, without any leaks, which prevented any mishaps."

"As you know, Mr. Masamune has been the pillar of the family for many years. Under his guidance, the family has never made any major mistakes, and this time will definitely be handled well as well."

"Ha ha……"

At this moment, Su Enxi's brain was working at lightning speed, and she quickly figured out the pros and cons.

I sensed a hint of advice and warning in the old man's words.

Su Enxi rolled her eyes inwardly.

On the surface, she remained completely calm. She smiled and continued to feign agreement, saying, "These hunters are becoming more and more lawless. They even dare to offend the dignity of our clan. Sigh, I've heard about their many misdeeds. It would be best to kill them all to save money on cleaning up the mess."

"It's a pity I couldn't see the elder's face and voice this time. Please ask the Wind Demon Lord to thank the elder for me later."

"You're too kind, Susan. It's what I should do," said Kotaro Fuma with a smile.

Seeing this, Su Enxi suggested, "Oh, by the way, now that this floor has been cleaned up, can I go to the restroom? We can continue our tour after the other floors are finished?"

Fuma Kotaro naturally had no reason to refuse.

However, after thinking about it, he still said, "Ms. Sakurai, please accompany Susan. Susan doesn't know the way."

"Su-san, please come with me." Sakurai Nanami stood up.

"Ah."

Su Enxi nodded with a smile, casually operated the device a few times, and then the screen turned off and covered the desktop.

Then he gave a wink.

Mai Shude, standing to the side, stood up on her own initiative. Her current role was secretary and bodyguard, always by her boss's side. Although so far she had only shown the attributes of a pretty face, her tuna belly alone was more than the three of them combined.

Three radiant ladies left the private room one after another.

A moment of silence,

Left alone, Kotaro Fuma examined the tablet, tapped the table with his finger, and cautiously signaled the ninja hidden in the shadows to follow.

Sudden——

Just then, a dark shadow flashed past the window.

Immediately afterwards, the faint sound of a heavy object hitting a car could be heard from downstairs.

Fuma Kotaro didn't take it too seriously.

Until half a minute later.

boom--

An explosion suddenly occurred in the private room, filling the room with smoke and flames.

……

Hokkaido, underground research institute deep in the mountains.

"It seems that Tachibana Masamune's identity is beyond saving..."

Herzog stood next to a strangely shaped instrument with a bunch of electrode pads on his head, holding a labeled metal wire in his hand, looking somewhat hesitant.

He has many shadow warriors under his command. Most of the time, these shadow warriors act on their own through deep hypnosis. However, this free-range model has many drawbacks, such as the problem of communication between consciousnesses, and the possibility of cognitive contradictions when encountering some extreme situations.

Therefore, under normal circumstances, important clones such as the King and Tachibana Masamune need to be controlled by him personally.

However, human thinking ability is limited.

Let alone trying to do three things at once, even trying to do two things at once can easily lead to neglecting one thing for another. This is especially true for shadow warriors like King and Tachibana Masamune, who have special identities, opposing stances, and are extremely important. They absolutely cannot afford to have any issues with switching roles.

This kind of foolish mistake must be avoided.

But it's okay.

The legacy Bondarev left him was quite substantial.

That descendant from the Romanov dynasty not only had a deep understanding of dragons, but also had remarkable attainments in the field of mysticism.

Consciousness segmentation method.

It was a valuable technique recorded in Bondarev's notebooks.

This technique is similar to the pontine splitting surgery he researched and improved.

In short, it involves using hypnosis techniques and some mysterious black magic spells to split one's self-awareness into multiple personalities. These different personalities can communicate with each other, exchange information, and even think independently.

Using this skill, Herzog, the most outstanding biological genius of the Third Reich at the time, continued his research on dragons and humans while also learning computers, Japanese culture, and even Japanese swordsmanship... Everyone in the Snake Clan knew that although their patriarch's bloodline was not prominent, he had made great achievements in various schools of Japanese swordsmanship and was an absolute martial arts master.

Later, Dr. Herzog, using his amazing wisdom and deep exploration of the scientific field, spent many years finally inventing the 'Shadow Warrior Technique,' and from then on, the Kings of the Demons would take the stage.

His clones are not only independent clones, but can also form a close connection with his original body.

This is also why the identities of Tachibana Masamune and the King have never been revealed.

Later, he even arranged for several clones to be in charge of enjoying himself. Some indulged in fine wine all day long, some were collectors, and others used their positions to have relationships with young and beautiful women. After they were done, he would keep a lock of the woman's hair and then kill her to silence her.

This is a group of people with different stances, interests, and areas of expertise...

How could it be the same person! The Shadow Warrior technique is Herzog's proudest invention, following the pontine splitting surgery.

Even if your bloodline is stronger, so what? In the end, you can only be manipulated by my wisdom.

It can be said that, compared to his companions in the 'Far North' organization back then, Herzog has truly taken solid and effective steps on the path of pursuing God, rather than wandering aimlessly in the cold sea year after year.

However, he has now clearly encountered a big problem.

"The consciousness splitting method...do we need to cut out another piece of 'Tachibana Masamune'?"

Herzog hesitated, a hint of resentment igniting in his eyes.

He certainly couldn't give up on his plan to become a god!

It's not that 'Tachibana Masamune' didn't have a backup; there was even a ready-made backup inside the Genji Heavy Industries building, which only needed to be activated... But the other shadow warriors had already relayed what happened at Genji Heavy Industries back.

Lu Mingfei was more perverted than he had imagined.

Not only did he not try to cover up the fact that he killed the patriarch of the Snake Clan, but he even deliberately showed it off under the camera. Then he threw him off the 55th floor and he landed in the lobby on the first floor in full view of everyone!

In the former case, Herzog actually had the opportunity to delete the video.

But the latter was the main issue... Because Lu Mingfei kept a close eye on his corpse, he didn't give him a chance to steal it, let alone snatch it directly. In the end, Herzog was completely powerless to stop it and could only watch helplessly as it all happened.

"What a crazy guy...too many people saw him."

“Alright, let’s leave it at that for now… At least there’s still Genjiro. That foolish guy should be furious because of my death, right?” A mocking look flashed across Herzog’s face.

"Luckily, I made thorough preparations beforehand. The angrier the better. All these years of hard work won't be in vain... They should avenge me at all costs!"

"If we can use the identity of Tachibana Masamune to replace Lu Mingfei, this unexpected factor, it would not be a bad thing."

Sure enough, not long after.

Herzog received good news from the Snake Clan, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"Stop all other matters, mobilize all manpower, and fight to the death?"

"Very good, at least you still have some conscience... It's time to reveal your other trump cards. Let the dead Tachibana Masamune bear all the sins."

……

Yuan Zhisheng arrived at the open-air parking lot in the West Second District.

The white smoke is dissipating.

Men and women dressed in black trench coats silently and efficiently guarded their advantageous positions in the parking lot, their hands, hidden in the shadows of their sleeves, gripping cold knives.

"Young Master, these are the documents from the head of the family's drawer."

The crows rushed out of the building, their footsteps slowing down and their voices becoming softer.

Genji lit a soft seven-star cigarette and silently gazed at the old man's body, which was covered by his black trench coat.

I took the black folder.

Looking at the somewhat aged, hard outer shell, Genji suddenly felt a little dazed.

"Want to know my secrets and hidden truths? Strive to become the head of the family. I've kept everything in a black folder in the bottom drawer of my office!"

The faint echoes of Mr. Masamune's feigned magnanimity still lingered in his ears.

This is a family secret, and also a family responsibility.

"My father hid all the secrets in a place where he could come and go freely and get them at his fingertips"—this is Roger's line from One Piece. What a ridiculous old man, watching this kind of shonen anime just to cater to the tastes of his juniors.

Yuan Zhisheng opened the folder, and the first thing he saw was a series of file numbers.

These are probably the family's 'true secrets' that the old man was talking about. The Snake Clan has been managing this land since the mythical era, and the secrets they contain certainly cannot be explained by a simple stack of documents.

Even if you are fully prepared mentally.

The title preceding each file number still made Yuan Zhisheng's heart tremble involuntarily.

The Road to the Underworld, Amaterasu, Tsukuyomi, and Susanoo, The Shrine of the Gods, The Night's Food Plains, Imperial Chronicles... Deadpool Embryo Technology, Dragon Blood Gene Lab, Evolution Drug...

The preceding titles largely symbolize the ancient secrets of the Snake Clan, while the following titles have a more modern scientific feel.

Yuan Zhisheng flipped through a few pages hastily.

The document contained much more content, including Masamune Tachibana's message or instructions to him.

After all, we're men, and saying many things out loud would seem too cheesy. We can only rely on tacit understanding and bond to understand each other's meaning. Everything is understood without words, but those words are still meant to be said. Otherwise, what if the other person doesn't actually understand?
Therefore, I could only put it into writing.

But now, these lines of messages might have to be called a will—

"Take good care of Erii. She is my daughter and your sister. Her health problems stem from the contamination of her fetal blood from dragons. She could go berserk and turn into a Deadpool at any time. The dragon blood is constantly eroding her body. To alleviate this process, I have done many things I shouldn't have."

I kept capturing ghosts, especially those injected with evolution drugs, and used various chemical agents to extend their lifespans. Eventually, I found a way to make them inherently evil. It was a special serum. The research data has been compiled into the document "Dragon Blood Gene Laboratory".

She needs serum injections every other week, and the intervals are getting shorter and shorter. If one day she completely loses control, then please personally cut off her head. But until that day comes, please let her be happy…”

"You should get married and have a child soon. While I'm still alive, I can help you take care of him. I know you don't want to be the head of the family. The best solution is to have a child. When he grows up, you can go to France, to that Montalivate Beach you mentioned."

Maybe I can go with you then. Actually, I've been secretly researching sunscreen, fantasizing about flirting with pretty girls on the beach and applying sunscreen to their bare backs... Maybe I'm just a lecherous old man after all.

"By receiving this folder, you've become the head of the family. To celebrate your ascension, I should present you with a sword, though it probably can't compare to the Spider Cutter or the Child Cutter, those are true masterpieces. If it's really too shabby, you can just hang it in your office as a decoration, and definitely don't use it in battle. But don't say it out loud, haha, give this old man some face..."

Yuan Zhisheng turned the pages of white paper expressionlessly.

Some were written a long time ago, some have very fresh ink, and some even have traces of corrections.

What was the old man feeling when he wrote those words?

"What a self-righteous old man! Are you so sure I'll only open this document when you're dead?"

Yuan Zhisheng gradually realized that this document seemed to be a suicide note from the very beginning.

But he didn't want to watch anymore.

Because Tachibana Masamune was very accurate in his assessment of him, it wasn't until that man died, died mysteriously, that he truly opened that black folder for the first time.

"call--"

Yuan Zhisheng tilted his head back, exhaled a smoke ring, his expression neither sad nor happy. The soft, seven-pointed star cigarette butt fell to the ground and was crushed by the heavy boots.

"Pass on my orders."

The officers from the Executive Bureau, all dressed in black trench coats, immediately held their breath.

"Hold everything else off! Mobilize all the manpower in the Executive Bureau. Even if we have to uproot every building in Tokyo, we must find Lu Mingfei and Erii!" Genji slowly clenched his fist and issued his first order.

He acted both in the name of the Executive Director and as the acting head of the Snake Clan.

"Yes! The Executive Bureau will do its utmost!" Sakura stood up straight.

"Notify the head of the Ryoma family to mobilize all helicopters and be ready to provide support at any time. Contact the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department and ask them for assistance," Genji gave his second order.

"Yes, sir!" Ryoma Kaoru bowed in response.

"Issue a reward of one billion yen to all the major gangs in Tokyo. They can receive one billion yen for any timely information, as long as they provide accurate intelligence, with no limit on the number of times they can do so," Genji gave his third order.

"Understood!" Yaksha and the crow exchanged a glance, understanding Genji's determination.

Whether it's Tachibana Masamune or Erii.

This man, who usually seems indifferent to everything, is truly her Achilles' heel!
Now, he was completely enraged.

If countless billions were poured in, the Snake Clan might go bankrupt on the spot today.

But... this is precisely our family's true resolve!
"Everyone who participated in the attack on the building today shall be annihilated without mercy. Those who assist in the annihilation will be rewarded, and those who harbor them will be punished as accomplices." Yuan Zhisheng issued the fourth order.

"The cadres from the Kanto and Kansai branches are on their way to provide support!" someone immediately responded.

"Also, regarding the news of the patriarch's death, let's not announce it yet; let's only inform a few of the family heads for now."

Yuan Zhisheng finally sighed, clutching the folder tightly in his hand.

"And Su Sang, take her under control, I have questions for her."

……

Genji Heavy Industries, underground, Iron Dome Temple area.

Old Tang got lost.

Although he always followed Lu Mingfei's advice to take the straight path and not try to go around in circles.

But he still got lost.

"Damn it, this is unbelievable! Is this a building designed by humans?"

The surroundings were empty, with the faint sound of dripping water, but apart from the sound of dripping water, his footsteps, and his panting, there was no other sound, as if he had unintentionally stumbled into a dark and hellish place.

Countless eyes were staring at him in the darkness.

"Hey, are you guys still there?"

Old Tang patted the walkie-talkie heavily.

Ten minutes ago, there was no sound from inside. It seems that the Calabash Brothers have all abandoned him... I wonder what the situation is like outside now, and whether he has fallen into the ditch.

Although he knew none of his friends were good people, and that each of them falling into the ditch ten times wouldn't be too bad for them, Old Tang was still a little scared. He was afraid he would fall into the ditch too, and since they were the ones who dug the pit, that would be too embarrassing...

"We were supposed to find a manhole cover to get out of here, but where the hell is there a manhole cover?!"

At this time,

He suddenly felt a bone-chilling cold coming from a certain direction.

"Huh? Could this be the exit?"

Old Tang quietly approached.
He froze, then swallowed hard.

Before him stood a massive icehouse, its interior glowing faintly, illuminating towering, dark blue figures beneath the ice, their dim golden pupils staring at him in the darkness as if on a pilgrimage.

Old Tang immediately perked up, even licking his lips.

"Holy crap... they really can just wander around like that?"

　Sorry I'm on a business trip these past two days and won't be able to slack off during the day. Updates will resume at normal times tomorrow.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)