Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei's Bullet Screen Wish Machine

Chapter 138 What does it mean for a king to be blown up?

[Slay Herzog!]

A blood-red, blinding barrage of bullets spread out before my eyes, almost taking up my entire retina.

Lu Mingfei was also surprised. He could encounter a red-named monster just by casually going down to the grassroots level for inspection.

Having struggled in the treacherous world of mixed-race individuals, Lu Mingfei has become a ruthless and talkative character. He pressed down on the Odin mask on his face and began to ponder how to kill this guy.

The Japanese man wearing a Noh mask followed Sakurai Kogure up the stairs, but he didn't stay in the VIP room for long. After about the time it takes to eat a meal, the man came down from upstairs.

Sakurai Kogure maintained a professional smile throughout. Inside the pleasure house, all the managers and other employees who were not busy also came out. Everyone bowed in unison to see the guest off.

"Um, should I bow too?"

Lu Mingfei leaned close to Sakurai Kogure and asked in a low voice.

Sakurai Kogure's expression remained unchanged as she stepped on his foot.

I didn't step on it.

The wind was quite noisy tonight, but the pale-faced nobleman paid no attention to what was happening behind him. He left the gate of the Pleasure Pavilion and stepped onto the exquisite little bridge.

Just then, a round, green thing flew over from a distance.

Then "BOOM!"

A huge explosion rang out, accompanied by a blinding white light. The ground shook, and the entire Elysium trembled.

When the white light disappeared, all that remained in the scene was the small bridge that had been split in two, and half of a corpse floating on the water.

Sakurai Kogure was stunned.

The bodyguards were stunned.

Lu Mingfei was actually a little stunned, mainly because he didn't expect the props from the wishing machine to be so powerful.

He had a metal shard between his two fingers; it had been caught by Lu Mingfei during the explosion. Not far away, a fragment that hadn't been caught was deeply embedded in a pillar of the Paradise Pavilion.

Under normal circumstances, the M67 fragmentation grenade shouldn't be this powerful. It can only be said that the Wishing Machine has always had a good reputation for secretly modifying items.

Section Chief Asano Akihiro demonstrated excellent emergency response capabilities. While the boss's wife, Sakurai Kogure, was still at a loss, Section Chief Akihiro, who truly cared about the company, immediately directed the bodyguards to cordon off the scene to prevent the assassin from escaping and ordered his subordinates to call an ambulance to provide first aid to Mr. Two Legs as soon as possible.

There was some chaos inside the Paradise Pavilion, after all, the explosion was quite loud and the building was shaken.

Fortunately, the casino patrons were all worldly-wise and generally had connections with the underworld. They knew that running outside after an explosion would be suicidal.

As for whether it could be an earthquake—telling the Japanese that would be far more frightening than telling them that two American soldiers had come to their house.

That night.

The man who rushed to the Pleasure Palace looked at the terrified Sakurai Kogure and fell silent for a moment: "What do you mean by 'a king was blown up'?"

Because of the assassins, the guests' personal freedom was restricted.

Whether it's the death of tonight's "big winner" or the casino's control over its customers, it will greatly damage the reputation of the Paradise Casino.

But there's nothing we can do about it.

Moreover, the true hall of pleasure is "every request is granted", and those who need it will not never enter the hall again because of this incident.

Guests were restricted from leaving the Elysium, and the staff were no exception.

But the assassin was still not found, mainly because the situation was very strange. Mr. Big Winner was walking along fine, and then suddenly he was killed by a grenade.

He was all alone at the time, and the staff of the Paradise Pavilion who came to see him off were quite far away. They can all testify that none of them made any throwing motions.

It is clear that this was a murder deliberately targeted at the deceased.

Because both inside and outside the museum, it is under the public eye.

If the killer simply disliked these gangsters involved in organized crime and wanted to rid the people of this menace, he could have simply thrown a bomb at the gambling table and taken a few more with him.

Furthermore, since everyone wore identical masks and suits before entering, this also posed a challenge for the killer:

How could he identify the deceased?

Japan is a country that produces a great deal of mystery works, and the current situation almost perfectly fits the conditions of a classic mystery like the Snowdrift Lodger.

The guests were already having a great time chatting. They didn't care whether the guy lived or died, and were even a little gloating—serves you right that you're the big winner tonight. The bastard who stole everyone's luck should just die!

So how did Lu Mingfei manage to do that?

He has a skill called "Silk Magic," which allows him to control ten invisible and intangible threads to manipulate objects.

The maximum range of this skill is ten zhang.

With Lu Mingfei's shooting talent, even if he controls the grenade from 33 meters away, the grenade he throws is enough to hit the enemy on the head.

Unlike the bustling atmosphere inside the casino.

After the explosion, the reception supervisor took control of all staff and began questioning them in batches.

It wasn't until Sakurai Kogure arrived with a dark expression and asked him whether he was the master or not in this Paradise House.

"Come with me to the top floor, someone wants to see you."

Sakurai Kogure walked to his side and said in a deep voice.

Lu Mingfei had no choice but to agree. The Paradise Pavilion was the business of the Fierce Ghosts, and the underworld operated in the gray market. Of course, the team leader couldn't show his face to greet customers.

Although Sakurai Kogure has the title of "boss lady", she is by no means the real boss.

The person who should receive me at this time must be the true master of the Paradise Pavilion.

Even so, when Lu Mingfei followed the proprietress Sakurai into the gold-leaf-covered elevator and arrived at the top-tier Japanese-style suite, and saw a male prostitute singing "Yang Guifei," the corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.

The man, dressed in a wide-sleeved kimono, sang and danced, his skin fair and his eyes bright and captivating.

When he saw Lu Mingfei enter, he stopped singing and walked to a small table to make tea.

"Asano-kun."

Kazama Ruri, or rather, Genji, smiled slightly. "Aren't you surprised?"

A little, but not much.

The fact that they were able to assign people to the Paradise Pavilion and even give them a mid-level management position shows that Lu Mingfei could easily guess that the male prostitute in front of him and the Ghost Clan had some kind of connection.

I never expected that he was actually the true owner of the Paradise Pavilion.

Is it really that easy to find a job in Japan? — Lu Mingfei thought to himself, almost as if possessed.

Genjiro was one thing, after all, he saved Sakura Yabuki and showed considerable courage and ability.

But Genjiro—we only met once at a bar, and you immediately arranged for me to go to the Pleasure House?

Could it be that this guy has mastered some kind of people-reading technique, some kind of social art, and could see at a glance that there's a lion hiding in Prison Road's eyes?

Something that isn't from the pond?!

Lu Mingfei decided to crown Yuan Zhinv as the number one Lu Mingfei fan, while Professor Gu will currently be ranked second.

With a hint of wariness, Lu Mingfei walked over.

"The guy who was killed by the bomb tonight was named Wang Jiang, and he was the leader of the Ghost Clan."

Kazama Ruri dropped a bombshell as soon as she opened her mouth.

"Isn't his name Herzog?" — Lu Mingfei's expression remained unchanged.

Kazama Ruri seemed to be in a good mood, and while performing the tea ceremony, she explained: "The members of the Demon Clan are all named after the Japanese game of shogi. The King is the commander-in-chief of shogi, and naturally, he is also the leader of all the Demon Clan members."

Lu Mingfei took the teacup and listened quietly to Fengjian Liuli's story.

"I have checked your information."

Kazama Ruri said, "The information shows that you previously studied at Metropolitan Nitta High School and were a somewhat notorious problem student."

If a restaurant's food is bad and the prices are exorbitant, you might try to dine and dash; if you encounter an old man who's all pretentious talk and no real skill...

The teacher would physically discipline him: He never held back in street fights, repeatedly sending people to the hospital, and even once publicly demonstrated by smoking five cigarettes at once—"You're actually mixed-race, aren't you?"

Lu Mingfei cursed Su Enxi in his heart. This lazy girl was extremely lazy. When she was making fake documents, she directly blamed Jotaro's mess on him.

"Yes, that's me."

Lu Mingfei, a municipal-level outstanding student, accepted the award.

"Many people have misconceptions about the Ghost Clan."

Kazama Ruri said in a calm tone: "In reality, the Demon Clan is just a group of hybrids pursuing evolution. The power of dragons is too tempting. Humans have been researching evolutionary technology since ancient times. Our original intention was to cultivate a god."

"As far as I know, the Ghost Gang has committed many heinous crimes."

Lu Mingfei did not blindly trust Kazama Ruri.

"It is the king's general."

Kazama Ruri sighed: "Twenty years ago, the Snake Clan launched a massive manhunt for members of the Demon Clan. When the Demon Clan was cornered, the King appeared, saved the entire organization, and won everyone's trust."

He provided us with evolution drugs, and some people volunteered to take them, but because the effects were unstable, they turned into Deadpools, roaming around big cities and committing crimes.

The Ghosts established the "Scavenger Group" to clean up the rampaging test subjects; in this respect, we are doing the same work as the Enforcement Bureau.

"Of course, you could also say that this is our karma."

Ruri Kazama paused for a moment: "But we later stopped the research on the evolution drug, yet the number of Deadpools continued to increase. We tried to trace the origin of the drug, but to no avail."

"Are you saying that the mastermind behind those heinous incidents is the Snake-Ghost Eight Family?"

Lu Mingfei raised an eyebrow.

"Besides them, what other force has such capability?"

Ruri Kazama was very calm.

Lu Mingfei neither confirmed nor denied Kazama Ruri's statement, but he believed that listening to both sides would provide clarity, and he would not conclude that the other party's statement was a lie.

"It's a good thing that the king has been eliminated by a righteous man, but unfortunately, he will be back among the ghosts after the sun rises tomorrow."

Ruri Kazama's voice was deep.

Lu Mingfei noticed that when the name Wang Jiang was mentioned, a look of disgust and a barely perceptible fear flashed in his eyes.

"You really dislike this leader?"

Lu Mingfei asked.

"The king is a ghoul. He only cares about my bloodline. Once I'm no longer of any use to him, he'll eat me too."

Ruri Kazama's breathing became rapid: "He is a true demon, an existence that cannot be killed! I have cut off his head and torn off his mask more than once, but the next morning, he still appears before me on time, as if nothing had ever happened!"

Upon hearing this, Sakurai Kogure, who was standing to the side, showed a shocked expression.

She couldn't believe that there was actually a conflict between the number one figure of the Fierce Ghosts, King General, and the number two figure, Dragon King, that the Heavenly Brother killed the Heavenly Father.

Today is the opening day of the Paradise Hall, a major project by the Demon Clan targeting the Snake Clan, which will reshape the landscape.

The entire underground gambling industry played a crucial role in crippling the economic resources of the Sheqi Eight Families.

That's why the leader visited the Paradise on this important day, and for his safety, Sakurai Kogure specifically requested the casino to provide him with a mask of the same style.

As for the "big winner" segment that followed, it was naturally arranged by Sakurai Kogure on purpose.

So when the king was blown up as soon as he stepped out, Sakurai Kogure felt like she was dreaming.

The initial suspicion is that the assassin possessed the Word of Power: Dark Illumination, using the cover of night to throw the grenade at the leader's face.

"Asano-kun, you don't seem surprised by the possibility of people coming back to life."

Kazama Ruri noticed Lu Mingfei's calm expression and couldn't help but sigh, "There's an old Chinese saying: 'Even if Mount Tai collapses before you, your expression won't change; even if a deer runs past on your left, your eyes won't blink.' Asano-kun is just that kind of person!"

Lu Mingfei:

Lu Mingfei remained calm because the kill announcement—no, the wish fulfillment announcement—did not appear.

"The so-called king and general should only be a puppet."

Lu Mingfei revealed the truth behind it.

Those who frequently play Odin know that the one wearing a mask is definitely a puppet.

Constantine has been dead for over two thousand years and has yet to hatch, but you were resurrected the day after you were killed. You're even more powerful than the Dragon King.

Combining his own experience with that of Genjiro, Lu Mingfei was absolutely certain of his guess that "the King is Herzog's puppet."

This also aligns with the bullet screen mechanism of the wishing machine, where bullet screen wishes pointing to the main body will appear on the puppet.

"A puppet—a puppet?!"

Kazama Ruri had never considered this possibility: "You mean, the person wearing the mask is actually the king's stand-in, walking in front of people in place of the king?"

But every general I've ever seen has the same temperament and mannerisms, which is very difficult to fake.

Do you watch anime regularly?

Lu Mingfei suddenly brought up another topic: "Mobile Suit Zeta Gundam—have you seen it?"

Yuan Zhinu shook his head. Since his childhood was destroyed, he had lost his adolescence as well.

"As a Japanese person, how can you not watch anime?!"

Lu Mingfei was shocked.

"Asano-kun, the values ​​in anime are too bright. As a demon who can't stand the light, watching these things will burn me."

Kazama Ruri said in a low voice, "However, I heard that the head of the Uesugi family likes anime and manga, so perhaps you two can have something in common."

"I wouldn't go so far as to kidnap someone's family head just to find someone with similar interests."

Lu Mingfei made a sarcastic remark and continued talking about what had just happened: "There's a character in this TV anime called Rosamia who had brain surgery performed by the military to implant false memories—in our world, there are far too many techniques like hypnosis and brainwashing."