Lu Mingfei starts from Douluo

Chapter 404 Sakurai Kogure

Those who enter this place will abandon all hope of returning.

These were words that were said to be engraved at the gates of hell, but now they were being displayed in reality before Lu Mingfei.

Girls in kimonos lined up on both sides of the stone bridge, their faces beaming with spring as they bowed their heads and waited for them to pass. Before them stood a heavy, ornate bronze door, engraved with a grand yet sinister ukiyo-e print depicting sinners tormenting and struggling in the eighteenth level of hell.

It has to be said that using the Gates of Hell as the facade of a casino is quite ironic.

"Junior brother, are you sure you're not joking? This place looks very expensive." Fingel wasn't allergic to such an extremely luxurious place because he was poor and inferior.

He had been to Las Vegas before, but visiting and being seated at the table are two completely different things.

Men in black suits were loitering in front of and behind the house. Their shirts were open, revealing the grips of their guns—heavy tactical pistols manufactured by the Israeli company HS Precision, which used large-caliber Magnum ammunition and could even penetrate police bulletproof vests.

Fingel's concern was whether, given his physique, he would actually be able to fight his way out if he were in debt later.

"You really think we're here to gamble today?" Lu Mingfei waved his hand casually.

He would never do anything that would harm people through gambling; they were just here to play cards today.

He glanced at the sun, which was already obscured by clouds. It was almost dark. Osaka is more than 400 kilometers away from Tokyo as the crow flies. Even though it took two and a half hours by Shinkansen, they walked all the way from the station to this mountain cabin. It was a long and arduous journey.

The moment the door opened, a group of girls in kimonos were kneeling on both sides of the porch in front of the door. They all looked up at the visitors with great charm. The visual impact at that moment was beyond description.

Among these people, the most eye-catching was undoubtedly the woman in the very center, dressed in layers of cloud-like silk, as beautiful as a blooming double cherry blossom.

Sakurai Kogure, the "owner" of this pleasure house, is said by any customer who has visited to be the most beautiful woman in the world.

"Welcome." Sakurai Kogure smiled slightly, although her eyes showed undisguised fatigue, her surprise and delight were evident.

This should be the last time she says this. She is already exhausted and it's time to put down this heavy burden.

Today is the end of the Paradise Palace.

After the Hebi-Hachi family was exposed by the cabinet, there are now only two kinds of yakuza organizations left in Japan: the Hebi-Hachi family and non-recyclable waste.

Osaka, far from Tokyo, is the stronghold of the Oni Gang, and almost all the yakuza groups here are controlled by the Oni Gang.

But two weeks ago, everything changed. The politicians and high-ranking police officers they had secretly supported were all replaced and imprisoned.

This monthly trial operation will definitely not last until next month.

The wealthy upper-class people, indulging in a life of extravagance and luxury, have no idea that their role today is merely to create an atmosphere.

In a secluded vacant lot on the outskirts of Osaka, six Black Hawk helicopters were ready to take off, with six huge fuel tanks next to them. They could raid the small house on the hillside in five minutes, and then dump all the fuel and leave within thirty seconds.

Genjiro, dressed in a black trench coat, was resting with his eyes closed inside a black jeep. He didn't know where the Secret Society had received the news that the King of the Demon Clan, the Dragon King, and Ryoma had all gathered here.

Based on their previous experience fighting the Ghost Clan, this kind of news was obviously bait.

"Are those two idiots really okay?" Crow sat in the driver's seat, glanced at the sky. Their agreed attack time was after dark, which was about half an hour away.

As for the idiots, I'm referring to Lu Mingfei and Finger, not as an insult but as a sign of disdain.

The people in the executive department of Kassel College at least looked quite elite, but Lu Mingfei and Finger, two good-for-nothings, were completely out of place among this group of elites.

He eats and sleeps, sleeps and eats, or he plays games and watches anime in the office. Luckily, the other party is not from the Snake Clan, otherwise he would have suspected that the two of them would take away his and Yasha's ecological niche.

"No need to worry about someone who can fight a second-generation species in melee." Genji opened his eyes, glanced at the mountainside, touched the scabbard of the Spider Cutter, and said, "Anyone with eyes can see this is a trap, but whatever they want to do, we'll play along."

Various gambling tables filled almost the entire space, with dealers dressed in formal suits on the upper body and revealing stockings on the lower body, arousing the interest of every gambler.

The so-called underground casinos are nothing to these wealthy people, but Gokurakukan is the most special in all of Japan because it really does bring you bliss, just like its name suggests.

All wishes.

Legal, illegal.

Cruel, tender.

Anything that exists in reality can be obtained here by exchanging money.

The above is a personal introduction from the proprietress, Sakurai Kogure. Fingel listened with amazement, and Lu Mingfei couldn't help but sigh at how fancy the Ghost Clan was.

"How much will it cost approximately? There must be a minimum starting bid or something, right?" Fingel asked curiously.

Kogure Sakurai nodded and smiled, "The minimum admission price for the VIP lounge is two billion yen."

"Two billion? Twenty million US dollars?" Fingel gasped. The price of this wish was really high.

"Naturally, everything comes at a price, and the more precious something is, the higher the price." Sakurai Kogure led the two forward: "For the first customer to receive an invitation, we will give them one million yen in chips."

Sakurai Kogure handed twenty platinum chips to Fingel, saying, "I hope you have a good time tonight."

"No, why did you give it all to him? What about mine?" Lu Mingfei scratched his head. Shouldn't he have gotten half of it?

"You are a special guest of the Dragon King, and your venue is in the VIP room, so there's no need for chips," said Sakurai Kogure. "Just let your friends play outside for a while."

"???" Fingel was stunned. The reason he hadn't run away from this den of wolves and tigers was because he had an incredibly powerful junior brother to back him up.

"We're brothers, we share the good times and the bad." Fingel immediately put his arm around Lu Mingfei's shoulder, afraid that Lu Mingfei would really throw him off so he could have some fun.

"He came with me." Lu Mingfei pried Fingel's paws off.

"No problem, then he'll just have to wait outside the VIP room. As long as you don't regret it," Sakurai Kogure nodded.

"No problem, no problem!" Fingel made a gesture.

"Please follow me." Sakurai Kogure led the way, taking the two to the VIP room on the third floor.

Pulling open the Japanese-style wooden sliding door at the end of the third-floor corridor, in the room, on a dark gold gambling table, comes Kazama Ruri's handsome yet somewhat sickly face.

"You truly keep your word, Mr. Lu."