Lu Mingfei, become the king of gambling in dungeons!

After using "Word of Power: Emperor" twice in a row, Lu Mingfei felt that he was too weak.

He picked up the black clapper from beside the general's corpse, tore off a servant's clothes, and used the strips to tie the clapper to his own body. Even though it wasn't a prop and couldn't be taken out, he couldn't just throw away something so overpowered; it was too supernatural, almost like a hypnotic prop, and he nearly got himself into trouble.

He ran in the rain, grabbed Erii's hand, and tried to take her away with him, but the crimson light in Erii's eyes had not yet been extinguished.

The girl squeezed his hand tightly. Lu Mingfei turned around in surprise. Her hand was soft yet strong.

"It's the king's blood. I wasn't injured at all. Don't worry, we'll be safe once we leave here." He understood Erii's concerns.

Erii looked at him apologetically, tears welling in her eyes. Lu Mingfei could sense the girl's shame. Besides her shame towards him, there was also a coldness towards others.

Erii now is almost like the Genji Heavy Industries when they first met and brutally killed the Samurai; she's more like a demon than a human.

Because I didn't protect myself just now.

Erii is... is in a rage?!

Her demonic side is resurfacing, and Erii's murderous heart is beating with restraint.

"You are not my weapon, but I'm glad you want to protect me..."

"We're friends, aren't we? I also look forward to the day you protect me, Princess Euphemia. I'm super good at living off women!"

With a slight pull, Lu Mingfei scooped Erii into his arms and began to run.

After activating the pseudo-dragon bone state, his running speed increased dramatically, making him practically a humanoid supercar... Supercars like the Bugatti Veyron and Koenigsegg pale in comparison!

They were fleeing, not out of fear of anyone, for no one was worthy of their fear.

They comforted each other, not wanting the other to see their less gentle side again.

"..."

Uesugi watched them from a distance, wanting to say something but then hesitating for a moment and losing the opportunity.

His rotten heart pounded, and his former cowardice seemed to have returned; he was a man full of sin.

In the end, they did not go up to talk to each other.

That's not necessarily true; it's still uncertain.

If so, it's better to protect them secretly; they seem very strong.

Uesugi Koshi sat down absentmindedly in his ramen cart, the stool still unpacked, and he couldn't even remember how he got back.

"I need to find that bastard Angers first to confirm. That bastard knows the most about the current Snake Clan." He muttered to himself, trying to convince himself.

Angers knows every enemy, and now the Snake Clan is on the opposite side of Angers, so going to Angers is definitely the right thing to do.

Just as he was contemplating pouring himself a cup of sake, the biker gang roared as they charged into the street: "We are warriors of the Empire! We will charge forward, even to our deaths!"

They recited lines from war dramas, imagining themselves as respected figures in those shows.

Tonight, their true nature and evil were completely unleashed. They took illegal drugs and carried knives and clubs. The family also issued a statement saying they were willing to cover up everything they had done.

They could restrain themselves from burning, killing, and looting, because the Eight Families of the Serpent Clan stood behind them.

"We are the vengeful band!" The biker gang members, drenched in the downpour, raised their arms and shouted. The leaders stood up on their motorcycles and began to rampage wildly.

Uesugi coldly watched them sweep across the street like a whirlwind. A bunch of clueless little things, obsessed only with "venting," were no different from wild beasts.

How could the former patriarch of the prestigious Snake Clan possibly discipline these lowlifes? He himself would feel ashamed to even do so.

He should have been indifferent, but tonight he suddenly felt a sense of pride; he might have his own child.

He should have stood up and rallied, but his hesitation made him want to wait a little longer.

As Uesugi reached for the sake, he touched the statue of the Virgin Mary he had hidden behind it. It was a small statue of the Virgin Mary, dressed in a red kimono, praying devoutly for her child. The Virgin Mary's facial features were Asian, and she had a soft beauty under the light of the lantern. The only flaw was that the color faded a bit because the production was too cheap.

He was a man who had abandoned the world and was abandoned by the world, so he wanted to escape. Friendship and family were foreign and frightening things to him, but his attachment to his mother had lasted for so many years. However, his mother had been buried in an unclaimed grave on the outskirts of Nanjing and would never hear his repentance again.

Over the years, he hasn't even had the courage to go to Nanjing once. For someone as disgusting as him to go there would be to defile his mother and the city where she rests in eternal rest.

More than sixty years ago, it was not until Angers arrived and he indulged in pleasure every day that he realized that it was not a holy war at all, but an unjust war of aggression. The invading Japanese army that occupied Nanjing launched a shameless massacre, and among those killed was his mother, Sister Charlotte.

"Japanese Major Fujiwara Masaru used your mother's corpse to test his sword. His sword was a sharp 'Seven-Blade Sword,' and the corpses of your mother and other Chinese women were piled up and cut in half," Angers said coldly to him at the time.

Upon hearing the news, he screamed in terror, almost losing his voice, and frantically burned down the shrine before fleeing his family. He hated Fujiwara, but as the leader of the Snake-Headed Eight Families, his crimes were no less than Fujiwara's; he was Fujiwara's nominal superior.

His mother witnessed the bloody and cruel scene and could not bear it, so she shot herself. Before she died, she cursed that God would punish sinners with lightning and fire... She had loved him so much. When she was in the Catholic school in France, she was Sister Charlotte, who had sworn never to be tainted by the world.

"Mother Charlotte truly loved all children equally, but I was her only biological child. She blessed me the most, and the little angel she spoke of was me." At that time, Uesugi Kotsushi, who was attending a church school, would secretly think this every night when the nannies came to tuck him in and say goodnight.

"My child is a kind and shameful child."

The words of the deceased echoed in his ears. In the ramen cart, Uesugi Echizen's hand trembled as he let go of the sake he was about to take. He decided to go to the nearby Catholic church tonight to pray for his mother and himself.

He suddenly felt a strong sense of unease. The biker gangs around him, smashing and looting, reminded him of the militaristic beasts he had once known.

"Please let me go," Uesugi said.

"My child is a resilient and sincere child."

That blessing, separated by more than half a century, still makes Uesugi Koshi shudder whenever he thinks about it.

To him, this was not a blessing but a curse. He hadn't done any of those things, so his mother would never forgive or love him.

Decades later, he could no longer find his enemies to take revenge on. If he couldn't find any living people back then, was he supposed to dig up the graves of wild beasts now?

The roaring bikers around me are like a pack of wild beasts. If left unchecked, there will be many innocent people bleeding tonight.

At that moment, the sounds of the two groups of wild beasts seemed to overlap, and Uesugi Kotsushi slowly straightened his hunched back.

"Fujiwara..." Uesugi Koshi growled the name of his enemy, trying to clear his head. He had to leave. After going to the church, he would go to Angers. He didn't want to stay with those arrogant beasts anymore.

"My child is a child with a sense of justice."

The biker gang started discussing how they had crippled a male office worker who dared to resist and raped a female office worker who dared to resist yesterday, and which club they had rampaged through the day before yesterday.

This is their way of life. Some of them have traces of dragon blood in their bodies, which are now gradually boiling under the influence of aphrodisiacs provided by some important figure.

Uesugi Koshi stood up tremblingly. He needed to pray immediately; the voice was now nothing but a curse to him.

"My child is a fearless and compassionate child."

"Fujiwara... Fujiwara..." The man, recalling the past, had a splitting headache and could barely stand by holding onto his ramen cart.

"You saw how that shop owner in Saitama Prefecture looked at me last time... I raped his wife and his girlfriend..." With each sentence the biker gang spoke, Uesugi Kotsugi quickened his pace.

He was going to the church to pray.

This is a real mess; it's obvious that most of it is just empty talk.

"What do you think we should do with the bounty if we actually catch that girl...? We absolutely cannot touch her; she seems to be of high status..."

"Your will is our will... This is an invincible holy war... The Empire will bring advanced ideas and technologies to other countries... The victims will be enshrined in shrines forever."

Uesugi Koshi gradually began to experience severe auditory hallucinations, and the words spoken by the two groups became disordered.

"Once I capture that man, I'll use his corpse to test my samurai sword! I am a samurai of the Empire! Even if I can't cut through it, I'll still charge forward without hesitation!"

"Fujiwara...Fujiwara..."

It was raining heavily.

The wooden ramen cart, with no one holding it back, clattered against the cobblestones on the downhill road. As the cart moved away due to inertia, the banner that read "Master Koshi's Ramen" was also carried away and fluttered in the wind. After being soaked by the rain, the heavy banner could only hang down.

"Fujiwara...Fujiwara...Fujiwara!"

"Uesugi Koshi... Uesugi Koshi... Uesugi Koshi."

"I won't let you get away with this. I'll drag your past into the mire of hell, and then I'll go to heaven to see her."

In the midst of the raging wind and rain, Uesugi Kotsugi, standing in the middle of the road, looked up and muttered the names of his two enemies, each time with increasing emphasis.

"We won't let either of you get away with this!"

He suddenly straightened up, his bulging back tearing open his old apron and white ramen shirt, which were stained with oil, revealing the black sun and dragon tattooed on his back.

Ahead lay a stream of roaring motorcycles and sharp iron bars and blades. At that moment, he moved with the agility of a dragon emerging from the sea; he didn't want to wait any longer.

"The Place of the Rising Sun" is a black-area tattoo that only the heads of the eight major families of Sheqi are qualified to have, symbolizing the highest honor and a status equivalent to "the wrath of all realms".