Lu Mingfei, become the king of gambling in dungeons!

The brass mercury-core bullet engraved with a cross pattern is a deadly weapon for slaying dragons. It is designed with a double-layer bullet structure, with an outer steel shell and an inner brass shell, and the hollow part is filled with liquid mercury.

Liquid mercury is a deadly toxin to dragons, and the closer a hybrid species is to a dragon, the more effective a mercury-core bullet will be.

It's impossible for a waiter to survive so many mercury-core bullets that hit vital organs unscathed. How could someone who isn't even a pure-blooded dragon do something so inconceivable?

Lu Mingfei knew clearly that the monster behind him had stood up, and the waiter, Erii, and he were now in a straight line.

He instinctively raised his hand and fired another shot.

He had to become an impenetrable barrier between the monster and Erii; neither he nor Erii could leave today without completely eliminating this "immortal" monster.

The bullet that hit his knee caused the running waiter in black to stumble, but it only slowed him down for a fraction of a second.

Immediately following was the next bronze mercury-core bullet, which struck the king's wrist bone at the same time as the sound of a clapper rang out, as resounding as a heavy bell.

It seemed to be the same pair of black wooden clappers, the same clappers that should have been in the hands of the corpse.

"I see no fear in your eyes. You probably don't know what this is, do you?"

The "resurrected" waiter... or rather, the shadow warrior, raised his head with a sense of victory, gently tapped the pair of wooden clappers, and rubbed them together to make a rustling sound.

He was burning hot; the rain poured down on him, sending wisps of white smoke rising, and his exposed skin looked like scorching iron.

"But you know you're trying to make it unusable for me, what a cunning and naughty child."

When these sounds reached Lu Mingfei's ears, he seemed to hear an antique clock that had long since stopped turning start running again, constantly chiming the time and emitting a deafening roar.

Besides the loud bang, he heard a "clicking" sound deep in his brain, like the sound of a clockwork mechanism, subtle yet all the more unforgettable.

Fragmented illusions flashed by: a white earth, stretching to the horizon. Then, a white cavalry force swept in, from the easternmost point of the world to the westernmost, attempting to swallow everything in its paleness.

But it wasn't cavalry; it was a white tidal wave charging like cavalry. After the white tidal wave came an overwhelming black tidal wave. The black and white tides submerged all the land in the world, plunging the world into chaos from east to west.

Lu Mingfei froze, feeling as if a giant axe had cleaved his brain open and stuffed in someone else's memories.

The shadow warrior was stunned for a moment when he saw how powerful the clapper was.

No one could see the expression on his face beneath the mask of a "high-ranking official," but it must have been a hideous and terrifying smile.

"You're completely different from the information. You're the youngest and ace of Kassel, but like those children with royal blood, you're incomplete." The shadow warrior whistled merrily and raised his clapper high.

He was celebrating his remarkable and effortless victory, and at that moment he even wanted to show off his dance moves.

"My heart isn't in that position. The shot you fired at my heart actually hit my lung too... Okay, okay, I won't lie to you anymore. You probably wouldn't believe me anyway."

He was completely unaware that the ramen chef, who was half a street away, had already come out of his ramen stall.

The fierce wind whipped up broken branches that slammed against the stone pillars of the Red Gate of the University of Tokyo, making a dull thud. The pouring rain had turned the entire street into a river; the water wasn't just overflowing, it was surging up.

The sounds of motorcycles and car horns were coming from all directions, and a large number of yakuza bikers were approaching.

Lu Mingfei staggered and tried to cover his head, his face covered in cold sweat, but he wouldn't allow himself to make such a pathetic move.

His brain felt like it had been split in two, and he felt as if he had been severed from a crucial part of his life.

Then my head started throbbing, but it seemed... it didn't completely exceed my tolerance.

What the hell is this clapper?

A burning anger welled up inside Lu Mingfei. Wang Jiang's constant use of the word "child" had infuriated him.

He considered himself a good-tempered guy, but he felt he absolutely could not tolerate being disgusted and offended by such a lowly creature.

"Get out of here," he ordered in a low voice, gritting his teeth as he spoke.

Words of Power: Emperor.

He gave the order based on the sound of the clappers that traveled through the air.

He gave orders to the entire world, and "sound" was naturally one of the components that made up the world.

The Word of Power: Emperor differs from the Word of Power: Oracle in that it is instantaneous; whatever is spoken will be executed immediately, unlike other powerful Words of Power that require time to accumulate and prepare.

Lu Mingfei ordered the disgusting sound to be shut down and forcibly commanded the clapper sound to "get out."

He could still hear the faint ringing of a clockwork mechanism in his ears, and added, "Forbidden."

The sound of the clapper was interrupted before it could fully take effect.

"My dear child, make way." The shadow warrior approached Lu Mingfei step by step, completely unaware that his trump card had temporarily lost its effectiveness.

His target was Erii, but he chose to attack Lu Mingfei first. He understood the principle of taking down the knight before capturing the princess.

A scaly hand quickly stroked the shadow warrior's neck, then grabbed his chin and pinched his cheeks—a charming yet ruthless Mafia street pickup line.

If it's between a man and a woman, they might be called violent hooligans; if it's between enemies, it would be a deadly attack.

"Who's your good boy?" Lu Mingfei felt nauseous at the title. Of course, he wasn't trying to flirt with Wang Jiang.

The shadow warrior struggled to turn his eyes downwards. Despite the excruciating pain, he tried to struggle and continue playing the clapper, but his limbs wouldn't obey him. His eyes met a pair of ancient, stern, profound, and noble golden eyes.

The immense pressure nearly caused the Shadow Warrior's heart to stop. Had he not been grabbed and lifted up, he would have chosen to leave immediately and flee without looking back.

He had never faced a resurrected ancient dragon alone. He thought that facing an ancient dragon was nothing more than that, and he would eventually evolve to that level. But at this moment, his regret and despair surpassed the time when he was "killed" by Bondarev.

Lu Mingfei, covered in cold sweat, stared coldly at the shadow warrior.

He instantly exerted his strength and crushed the shadow warrior's jawbone.

With his other hand, he pressed the Desert Eagle against the Shadow Warrior King's heart, a close-up face-to-face greeting, and a series of fireballs erupted.

Lu Mingfei particularly liked using this tactic on inhuman monsters like Deadpool; it was exciting, tried and true, and amplified the effects of firearms.

At close range, the bullet has extremely high energy. Shooting at face level will cause the bullet to tumble inside the body, creating a wound that is much larger than the diameter of the bullet and can instantly shatter bones.

He threw down his pistol and dug his fingers into the gunshot wound in the Shadow Warrior's chest, constantly expanding, digging deeper, and tearing the wound apart.

After a brief period of busy work, Lu Mingfei shook off the muddy black blood covering his hands and threw the throbbing organ that was still pumping out fresh blood into the sewers of the University of Tokyo.

After the Tokyo subway sarin gas attack in 1995, there were almost no public trash cans in Tokyo, so he had to litter.