Lu Mingfei, become the king of gambling in dungeons!

Chapter 90 Night in Takamagahara

"Every table will receive a complimentary bottle of Dom Pérignon champagne tonight!"

"Today, my understanding of men's flower arrangement has reached a new level!"

"Let's cheer for our foreign guest who has traveled from afar! He's willing to spend 20,000 flower tickets, hoping Oda Nobunaga will stay in Takamagahara forever! Oda Nobunaga has set a record for the strongest newcomer in history! Let's cheer for their friendship!"

Looking at the cheering chaos not far away, Caesar and Chu Zihang, who were resting in the corner, exchanged a glance. Their current clothes were even a bit revealing by normal standards.

"You knew the principal was coming all along, so you've been trying to get Lu Mingfei back." Chu Zihang looked at Caesar, exposing Caesar's little scheme as the group leader.

Caesar coughed lightly twice: "I just received the principal's call two hours ago. This kind of thing can't be done by two people. We're a team, so it takes three of us to do it together—and it seems like the principal is targeting Lu Mingfei."

"Didn't he reply to you?" Chu Zihang asked.

Caesar's expression suddenly turned strange. "No, judging from his tone, he might be fighting Godzilla one-on-one."

"I called him but he didn't answer. It seems you can't contact him either?" Chu Zihang took a few steps back to the corner. Two groups of women who frequented Takamagahara noticed the two of them talking in this hidden place and excitedly surrounded them.

He is a person who follows the rules. During working hours, he focuses on his work, and after get off work, he does whatever he likes or dislikes. He doesn't really like signing autographs for others.

Caesar casually dismissed the lustful women with their eyes gleaming. He then signed his name on each of their thighs. With his absurdly rich experience in signing contracts, signing this row of thighs was a piece of cake. Soon after, the name "Basara King" was flashing on all of them.

Every girl who has ever received his autograph at this host club screams with excitement.

"I thought you'd tell him 'Don't answer, this isn't home,' and let him leave to lay low for a while. Turns out you're trying to drag him down with you." Caesar clicked his tongue in amazement, as if he were meeting Chu Zihang for the first time.

Actually, the three of them returning to Kassel might not necessarily be because of the host club's social experience. In those cheap host clubs, there's a high probability that the hosts would have illegal transactions with customers in private. But Takamagahara is the "Number One" of the host club world, taking the high-end route. The hosts here are like the top-tier prostitutes, generally selling their skills but not their bodies, mainly providing emotional value.

"He looked a bit tired. Maybe he'd feel better if he were with his friends," Chu Zihang recalled his previous meeting with Lu Mingfei.

He sensed something was wrong, but couldn't quite put his finger on it.

"Damn it, you're being way too nice to him."

"Being a decent friend is nothing to brag about."

As Chu Zihang spoke, his pupils suddenly contracted. He saw a familiar figure, a figure that should absolutely not be here.

He suddenly stood up, pushed through the crowd, and walked to the center of the dance hall. His eyes scanned the surroundings, trying to find traces of someone who had once walked there.

However, it was to no avail.

Chu Zihang rubbed his eyes, but the familiar figure had vanished.

It was as if everything was just his illusion, and the phrase "suddenly turning around, he found that person in the dim light" seemed to have never happened at all.

A dozen meters away from Chu Zihang, Jormungandr leisurely sipped the Dom Pérignon champagne that the waiter had brought her. Bored, she walked out of the Takamagahara host club; she didn't really like noisy places.

She left a cocoon on Chu Zihang's body. She didn't die in the true sense, but she has only now come back to life.

She felt that her recovery was somehow influenced, as if she had been summoned by some kind of bloodline.

After a long absence from the public eye, she stretched and looked at the endless downpour. A waiter wearing snow-white gloves stood like a statue in the light at the door. She greeted the other guests leaving the nightclub and borrowed an umbrella from the waiter.

Even with umbrellas, the guests dared not step into the rain after trying it out; the downpour was too violent, and they felt that even with umbrellas, they couldn't get into the vehicles that came to pick them up.

Suddenly, white lightning streaked across the distant sky, followed closely by thunder, which was no longer a booming sound, but rather the dull thud of a giant wheel rolling over rails.

Jormungandr looked up and then dropped the black umbrella she had just received into the puddle. Her expression instantly turned serious—or even a little tense.

A roar like war drums echoed from a distant tower, the sound of the raging wind and rain unable to be drowned out.

The black and white figures confronted each other in the sky above Tokyo, their roaring dark red and white-purple lightning like a vast army. After the figures appeared, the torrential rain in Tokyo intensified.

Ten thousand meters away, the black emperor and the white emperor turned their heads at the same time and glanced in the direction of Kabukicho, but neither paid much attention to it.

"————" Jormungandr remained silent for a long time. She rubbed her eyes repeatedly, unsure if she was actually awake.

High in the sky, clouds and wind flowed around the two figures.

"That's Jormungandr, right? So she didn't die in the Beijing subway station after all? I thought she would have been dead long ago in this timeline," the white monster asked, somewhat surprised.

"It's her. I originally wanted to use her as a sacrifice as well, but she's parasitizing your friend, brother. I don't want to have a conflict with you beforehand—and I can't process too much in a short time. If there's a better option, I won't consider her," the black monster replied.

There's no need for Him to eliminate anything that doesn't have the ability to influence the course of the battle.

"What a sentimental devil."

The wind howled like ghosts in the stormy night sky, whipping around the rain and rattling the GG sign next to the Tokyo Skytree.

The black monster and the white monster stared at each other in the high sky.

The torrential rain in Tokyo right now can hardly be called rain; it's more like an inverted sea.

A bolt of purple-white lightning cleaved through the clouds, illuminating the night sky like a tribute to the Last Judgment. The Sky Tree was ignited by the lightning, like the altar fire when the seventh seal was broken in the Book of Revelation, ready to burn away all the abominations on earth.

In a battle between kings, only death can end it.

Meetings between dragon kings have always been a fight to the death.

They are the two largest monsters in the entire city right now. After meeting, they should have revealed their scales and claws to fight to the death, but in reality, they just chatted.

"Wow, you're really quick, brother. You've found the 'one-life clear' method so fast."

"But your injury is even more severe than mine. You're too impatient." The black monster stared at the white monster.

Seemingly oblivious to the provocation in those words, the white monster extended an invitation: "Want to go shopping? I've never been to Akihabara before."

"Brother, do you want to make peace with me?" Lu Mingze scratched his head in confusion.