Lu Mingfei, become the king of gambling in dungeons!

"As for those who came for the bounty... there's no need to inform them. Give them something and don't let them get close to this area." Gazing at the fleeting scenery outside the window, with the neon lights reflected in his eyes, Genji gave the order.

His skin, under the light and shadow at that moment, was as white as marble, and his whole body resembled a stone sculpture from ancient Greece.

This is Tokyo, the city he must protect. He loves Erii, and he also loves his own justice... justice that comes at a price.

"Yes, it is your will." The crow and the yaksha sat up straight.

After Tachibana Masamune cut off his finger to apologize, Genjiro, now the highest authority in the Snake Clan, no longer needed to do many things personally. Sakura was a great and all-around secretary, and the heads of the five outer clans were highly obedient and satisfied with Genjiro. Everyone was doing their best for the new emperor's ascension to the throne.

In many ways, Genjiro was more suitable to take the position of patriarch than his predecessor, Tachibana Masamune. He was Amaterasu no Mikoto (Mikoto is an honorific title for a deity), and those who were recognized as Amaterasu no Mikoto throughout history were usually the patriarchs of the Hebi-hita clan. He was the leader with imperial blood flowing through his veins, a position that the Hebi-hita clan had dreamed of for decades.

Tachibana Masamune once played a pivotal role in turning the tide for his family, and was the most outstanding politician in the family's history... but he was ultimately just a regent, and he did not have the bloodline of a shadow emperor to secure that position.

Genjiro is different now. As the only emperor, he can inherit the entire family at any time, and everyone is waiting for him.

"It's too late." Sakura Yabuki's bright eyes narrowed slightly. The message from Princess Kaguya in her earpiece made her sense something was wrong, and she gripped the steering wheel slightly tighter. "Just now, someone released information that Ms. Erii was near the University of Tokyo. It should be the same person who provided us with the clue. It's a contradictory move."

"The remaining oni... don't seem like a trap, but why would they do that?" Genji immediately thought of the most suspicious person.

The King of the Demon Clan is still alive, and he should be the person in the world who least wants Erii to return to the Jade Eight Families, yet he chose to tell them Erii's location first.

If it were a trap, that would be incredibly foolish and arrogant. Erii is the strongest warrior of the Snake Clan, and then there's him. No enemy would choose to hunt both of them at the same time... If they had that kind of strength and ambition, they should have attacked Genji Heavy Industries long ago.

He is the emperor, and no matter how many eyes are watching from the shadows, he can still use absolute force to bring Erii back to her family... as long as Erii doesn't lose control.

"The University of Tokyo is just ahead, but it seems a bit congested."

"Damn it, why are there so many roadblocks?"

……

……

"They really are two little ones who eloped."

"Did your family come looking for you?"

As Uesugi watched Erii and Lu Mingfei jog away a hundred meters away, clutching their cat, he felt a strange sense of reluctance.

If Tokyo were full of these adorable little guys and not old fogies like Angers or ultimate monsters like gods… he felt he could live in Tokyo forever.

He hoped there would be a suitable church on the beach in Paris where he could pray while gazing at the sea.

In the distance, Lu Mingfei was jogging along with Erii, his head down, looking at a map on his phone.

The red dot's movement speed is a bit off; ordinary hybrids shouldn't have that kind of movement speed, at least not Caesar and Chu Zihang when they're not in a state of high health.

If I don't look for a moment, they've already moved behind them.

Perhaps they were riding a motorcycle or a car?

But I didn't hear any car behind me. I could hear a motorcycle, but it wasn't nearby.

Lu Mingfei paused for a moment and stopped jogging. He could feel that the girl he was holding was nervous, as nervous as a small animal encountering a predator in nature.

Compared to her impeccable looks and figure, Erii's eyes are often shrouded in a hazy mist, like a character from an anime. While this is cute, it lacks liveliness.

But then the mist dissipated, and Erii's eyes revealed a dazzling crimson gold, like a resurrected ancient dragon, inspiring awe. This was the real her, an extremely evil demon whose dragon blood far outweighed human blood.

She turned around, her red hair fluttering, her golden eyes fixed on the person behind her.

That was a waiter.

She bowed to them with elegance and nobility.

The waiter wore a pale, somewhat hollow mask over his face, painted with the face of an ancient Japanese nobleman. The mask looked as if it were part of his face.

Lu Mingfei felt a chill run down his spine when he noticed the sweat on her palms. He suddenly realized that Erii was genuinely afraid, and it wasn't just a feeling or anything else... As perhaps the strongest hybrid in the world, she was actually afraid of that waiter.

This is the instinct of a super hybrid, a beastly instinct far stronger than that of any normal hybrid. At this moment, Erii is more like a dragon than a human; her dragon instincts are telling her that there is something seriously threatening the person before her.

"I will do my best to protect you," Lu Mingfei comforted softly. "You are much stronger than me. Look at me, a guy who talks a lot of nonsense, I'm not afraid of him."

In the distance, Uesugi Kotsushi, who was packing up and leaving, took off the headscarf wrapped around his forehead, his eyes narrowed to slits, and turned his head to scrutinize the waiter's golden eyes across most of the street before stopping his packing-up.

He froze on the spot when he saw Erii's bright crimson-gold eyes.

"I waited for you for a long time at Chateau Joel Robuchon, but you, whom I had been longing to see, chose to avoid me."

"My lord," the attendant approached step by step, waving a pair of black clappers in his hand, "my name."

"I didn't bring much of a gift for my first meeting with Ms. Erii... Oh, and here's a little dessert from Kassel College."

Judging from that breath, he must have lost a lot of experience points.

"Damn it, Lu Mingze, you're playing support poorly this game..." Lu Mingfei didn't even turn his head, raising his hand to fire a shot behind him.

Which map is better? Use the same marker for minions and bosses, mark them separately! Those without any sense of strategy will mislead their teammates.

A dark red, chocolate-sausage-like liquid gushed down as the king, wounded between the eyebrows, staggered forward, licking the dirty blood from his face as he did so.

It was like a demon crawling out of hell, and anyone who looked into its eyes would tremble with fear.

"How cruel—"

The second shot hit Wang Jiang in the temple, followed by the third, fourth, and fifth shots. He spun and fell to the ground, like a drunken Soviet dancer performing "Swan Lake," with red and white filthy liquid spurting out.

After changing the magazine and loading a brass mercury core bullet with a cross-shaped pattern on the tip, Lu Mingfei threw away the old magazine and walked closer. Maintaining a certain distance, he used the bullet to break the right hand bone of the waiter holding the black clapper. After examining it for three seconds, he accelerated closer and raised the silver-white Desert Eagle.

A deathly wind swept across the land, and the rain poured down again, as if a water dragon from heaven had descended to drink water. The cherry blossom trees on both sides of the road rustled.

A gunshot to the throat.

A bullet to the heart.

One shot to the lung lobe.

One shot to the solar plexus.

One shot to each of the four limb joints.

A shot to the groin.

After emptying the magazine, Lu Mingfei moved a little closer, took out a T-13 impact grenade from his backpack, pulled the safety pin, shook it twice, and threw it over, just like throwing a baseball.

If there were any baseball team members here, they would definitely applaud his perfect, self-taught form; it's an amazing "sinkball."

This type of ball spins for a certain distance before suddenly sinking, its main appeal being its unpredictability and difficulty to react to.

An explosion rang out, sounding like a thunderclap hitting the ground amidst the torrential rain.