Lu Mingfei, become the king of gambling in dungeons!

"I'm from McDonald's... well, just call me Mr. McDonald. Actually, I'm not here to entertain a hypocritical righteous friend like you today." Mr. McDonald tugged at the McDonald's cardboard above his head to make sure his eyes were visible, and the aroma of spicy chicken wings still lingered inside the cardboard.

His attire resembled that of a quirky, ruthless thug with questionable taste. He casually poked two holes in a McDonald's cardboard box to serve as a "mask," and his style was inspired by Finger.

"I find it strange, to be honest, you're not much stronger than me, I mean in terms of physical condition. Putting aside your martial prowess and attire, Qiao Feng, a fine man, is actually just as much of a fool as Bao Butong... I've been holding back during my intrusion out of consideration for you."

Mr. McDonald remarked.

"You perused and stole confidential documents about the Yamata no Orochi and the Red Well Project. Why? Do you want to steal the power of the gods?" Genji was confused. He didn't know who Qiao Feng was or who Bao Butong was, but he knew perfectly well that dragging things out would definitely be to his advantage.

"You look very tired," Mr. McDonald said.

Genjiro scrutinized the hooded, rambling man before him and asked himself if he didn't think the intruder was his younger brother, with whom he had once depended on each other for survival.

He was a very sensitive person, especially sensitive to the malice of the world. The person in front of him seemed to have some resentment towards him, but no hatred.

Is she really a young girl?

The demon he had longed to slay was right in front of him, yet he couldn't recognize it.

The voice doesn't match, but who in Tokyo has the talent to surpass him?

Genji felt a little scared; he had so desperately wanted to forget the dry well in Shikatri Town.

But he couldn't forget that place. Over the years, every nightmare he had revolved around that well. The more he feared it, the less he could escape it. It wasn't so much that he feared being stained with blood, but rather that he feared forgetting his little girl.

The young girl was already lonely in the well; to forget her would seem like letting the boy who called her "brother" rot away alone in the world.

Under the dim red light of the eternal lamp, Spider Cutter unleashed a dazzling sword light like a long river of cherry blossoms. He twisted his wrist, holding the Child Cutter, and with a double-slash, he sliced ​​through the tattered white woven curtain around him, sending white snow flying low in the air.

The styles of swordsmanship, such as Kagami-ryu, Kasumi-ryu, Yagyu Shinkage-ryu, Tenpyo Ichimonji, and Kojigen-ryu, were all displayed in Genji's hands. He had mastered these renowned sword styles and did not adhere to any particular technique. Every strike was like a graceful dance, a deadly blade dance.

The loneliness of forgetting someone might make his blood boil and want to roar; he is using all his strength to keep the person in front of him.

Compared to him, Mr. McDonald's knife skills seemed rather clumsy, barely managing to withstand the cutting and piercing of the two famous knives with only his speed advantage.

The shrine of Hachiman Daisho was shattered by the Three Blade Streams, and the light of the blades flickered within the enclosed space.

In defense, sometimes a single sword can block two swords, which reflects the difference in hand joint reaction. The Chinese traditional martial arts saying "for a single sword, look at the hand; for two swords, look at the footwork" is by no means an exaggeration.

"Do you still remember the Leonid meteor shower?" Yuan Zhi asked breathlessly, his hands gripping the knife aching from the cracks.

After stretching his wrists, Mr. McDonald nodded: "Of course I remember, that part was quite touching."

"It really is you, Chizuru. Some younger brothers are just so foolish; they always think their older brothers are omnipotent," Genji said softly, his wound bleeding. "But I'm a fragile person. If it rains, I won't be able to take you to see the shooting stars. I'll catch up with you properly later."

He cut the McDonald's cardboard shorter, and he could see that the intruder had a head of long, black, waterfall-like hair.

Genjiro's eyes instantly sharpened. One second he was reminiscing, the next he was determined to defeat his enemy. His Spider Cutter and Child Cutter drew semi-circular trajectories with extremely wide opening and closing, and their power was extremely fierce.

Fourfold appearances and eight phases! Rakshasa demon bones!

The name sounds impressive, but it's actually a risky, all-out offensive swordsmanship; the more reckless you are, the harder it is for your enemy to defend. Genji knew his chances of winning were slim. He saw his opponent relax for a moment and wanted to seize the opportunity with all his might. Originally, he planned to stall for time... but his opponent seemed to be planning to stall for time as well.

Do not do what the enemy wants you to do; Genjiro knew this principle well.

Just as expected... Mr. McDonald let out a sigh of relief.

"You really are a gambler!"

Rakshasa Oni-kotsu is Genji's strongest assassin's blade, used to launch preemptive attacks against opponents. The prerequisite for launching a preemptive attack is being able to perceive the opponent's intentions. Genji couldn't see through Mr. McDonald's tactics, so he could only gamble, using his master-level skills to increase the chances of winning the gamble.

This was never a fair contest from the start. Mr. McDonald knew the tortoise in front of him too well. The tortoise needed to gamble, but he didn't. He knew how to make the person in front of him bet wrong 100% of the time.

The two figures passed each other, the silver arc of the short swords leaving a crimson shadow, the tip of the blade piercing through the gaps in the master swords' circular movements, like a peerless lightly armed knight using a bloodstained spear to cut through a heavily armored formation.

Spider Cutter slipped from his hand and fell to the ground. Genji cried out in pain and collapsed onto the cold blue bricks beside the mural. Mr. McDonald turned around and kicked away the Boy Cutter in his other hand.

The outcome is a foregone conclusion.

Bend down, Mr. McDonald took out a thin black and gold card from Yuan Zhisheng's shirt.

Almost simultaneously, deafening explosions echoed from the other floors of Genji Heavy Industries.

"Explosion?" Yuan Zhisheng couldn't make a specific judgment about the location of the explosion because his ears were ringing badly from the intense combat. He could only determine that there were roughly four places in the building where the explosions occurred.

The explosion will undoubtedly distract the other members of the Snake Clan.

So that's how it is. He was stalling for time, and the other side was also waiting for the explosion.

He suddenly realized he had made a mistake; the intruder's target had never been him, but rather the highest-level identity card he possessed. There were only two such identity cards in the entire Snake Clan, held by him and Tachibana Masamune.

Theoretically, with this card, one can go anywhere in Genji Heavy Industries. With this card and the intruder's skills... it's practically like being invisible throughout the entire building.

The other party not only knew the layout of the building like the back of their hand, but also knew his habits very well. Only a handful of family heads and high-ranking members within the Snake Clan knew that he carried this high-level identity card with him.

However, it's useless. Princess Kaguya can determine the specific identity of the identity card user. The artificial intelligence of the Super War Machine is not artificial stupidity. As long as Princess Kaguya is the supervisor, the intruder has no chance.

"Wait, you destroyed... Kaguya-hime's mainframe?!" Genji suddenly realized that he understood why Mr. McDonald had stopped between the 30th and 31st floors; Kaguya-hime's mainframe was on the 33rd floor.

No wonder the bronze door was forcibly destroyed. Mr. McDonald was caught on camera destroying two surveillance cameras in the mural hall after arriving there. The mural hall is the least monitored area in the entire building. He broke through the bronze door and entered the 33rd floor through a blind spot in the elevator shaft, and then re-entered the mural hall.

The head of the Fuma family had no idea that the enemy would appear behind him.

How did he manage to plant a bomb right under Kaguya's nose?

"You underestimate your 'Yamato Nadeshiko' too much. A single point of failure doesn't affect the power supply; she can still operate without electricity... It's difficult for me to get close to her, and I can't precisely destroy the main unit. I've physically 'temporarily paralyzed' her. I'll go upstairs later and give her a proper greeting." Mr. McDonald took out a bottle of instant coffee and cut open the young man's arm to bleed him.

One of the key characteristics of royal blood is its stability; as long as it doesn't fall into demonic possession, its corrosive properties are not strong.

After filling half the bottle, he skillfully bandaged Yuan Zhisheng's wound.

"My game strategy has always been very clear," Mr. McDonald boasted with a hint of pride.

After doing all this, he was not in a hurry to leave. Instead, he reached out and touched the painting on the screen wall depicting the black dragon and the white dragon fighting on the icy sea, which was badly damaged by the flames.

"...Child, we can't go back...is that right? It's not like before anymore." The fallen Genji uttered a low voice that was somewhere between a groan and a dream.

"Your most urgent task is to get some glasses and a hearing aid, sir," Mr. McDonald should have said, but at this moment, a pang of compassion struck him.

He stopped in his tracks, his burning golden eyes looking down at Yuan Zhisheng, a fleeting pity in them.

"I said we can go back."

"Don't lose your sense of justice, brother."

"In some younger brothers' hearts, their older brothers are always omnipotent... The rain in your heart should stop now, because there are still people who need you to hold an umbrella for them."

He was referring to Erii; Genjiro might as well have mistaken her for someone else and just go with the flow.

"Child..." Genji's fingers trembled slightly. He felt as if he had just woken up from a dream. He reached out to grab Mr. McDonald's ankle.

"You're being really a pervert."

Mr. McDonald sighed and kicked him to sleep.