Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei's Dimensional Gate

"Mr. Lu, you can't just go in like this."

The door was pulled open, and the boy slowly walked in, pushing a cart carrying a mysterious object, muttering complaints under his breath.

"Phew, this is such a hassle." Lu Mingfei sighed and pushed the cart to the center of the hall.

When Lu Mingfei appeared, he attracted everyone's attention, or more precisely, the mysterious object on the cart.

What exactly is it that makes Lu Mingfei push for such an important meeting?

They looked around.

The "mysterious object" was completely black, not from sunburn, but more like the charred black of being burned by high-temperature flames; its clothes were tattered, as if they had been destroyed instantly by something, but fragments of its once magnificent clothes could still be seen, and it had an afro with wisps of smoke rising from its head.

Only then did they realize that there was actually a person lying on the cart.

A person who has been burned to a crisp.

Her facial features were no longer discernible, but based on her body curves, facial contours, and bone structure, one could tell that she had previously been an incredibly beautiful woman.

Now it lies charred and pitiful on the cart.

"Pfft... Hehehe." Erii covered her mouth and chuckled, but feeling Masamune's gaze, she immediately lowered her head and continued playing the game, pretending nothing had happened.

"Who is this?" Sakurai Nanami felt uncomfortable.

"Oh, the third-in-command of the Fierce Ghost Clan is called Ryoma? Is that his name?" Lu Mingfei asked uncertainly.

His understanding of the Demon Clan came partly from information revealed by Tachibana Masamune and others, and partly from a revelation by an intelligence investigator.

"..."

"..."

"You mean, this charred 'person' is Ryoma of the Demon Clan? Ryoma who runs the Gokurakukan?" Sakurai Nanami broke the silence with a surprised question.

"When I arrived at the Elysium, she didn't say anything. She led a group of half-bloods, shouting about the honor of their lord, the bonds of their companions... basically like a declaration of war against the villains, and then she rushed up and beat me up."

"Fortunately, I was more skilled and managed to subdue them all, but because they didn't cooperate, I used a bit too much force."

Lu Mingfei explained.

"Did you wipe out the Paradise Mansion?" Genjiro, who was ready to die, realized that his mission had been completed by someone else and gave a blank summary.

Moreover, key figures from hostile forces were taken prisoner.

It happened during their very brief meeting.

Yuan Zhisheng was filled with questions.

Lu Mingfei nodded slightly, admitting that he was responsible for the incident at the Paradise Pavilion. Then, remembering something, he asked a question.

"Do I look like a villain?" Lu Mingfei didn't understand why Sakurai Kogure was fighting so hard right from the start.

He gave Genjiro a smile that he thought was friendly.

The upturned corners of his mouth, the stiff smile, and the chilling aura that spread outwards were as if the dead of winter had unexpectedly arrived.

Despite his formidable physical strength, Genji still felt a chill run down his spine.

"No...it doesn't look like it." Genji thought to himself, it looks more like some unknown late-game boss in a game.

Then, amidst the surprised, astonished, fearful, and apprehensive gazes of the Snake-Headed Eight Families, Lu Mingfei walked towards Tachibana Masamune.

He walked up to Tachibana Masamune with a casual air, handed him the still-warm tea, and Tachibana Masamune subconsciously said "Please".

He took a sip of tea, which slid down his throat before he even had a chance to moisten it, picked up the small teapot next to him and drank it down in one go, then let out a satisfied sigh.

Lu Mingfei sat back in his seat.

"Where are you all going?" he asked his senior brother, Yuan Zhisheng, as if it were a casual conversation.

“We…” Genji looked at the “charred” Sakurai Kogure in front of him, the words “to investigate the Paradise Mansion” were on the tip of his tongue, but he didn’t say them.

With people right next to us who have personally experienced the Pleasure Palace, is there still a need for investigation?

They were awestruck by Lu Mingfei's incredible abilities.

I had suspected that Lu Mingfei was responsible for the destruction of the Paradise Mansion, but the fact that he brought Sakurai Kogure here was a feat that no ordinary half-blood could achieve.

I began to believe it to some extent.

"Your mission will be postponed. Please sit down first." Tachibana Masamune suppressed his inner shock and placed the still-warm teacup aside.

Tachibana Masamune glanced at Sakurai Kogure again. The self-healing ability of hybrids is strong, and even if they fully recover, it will take a considerable amount of time. It will not be easy to get useful information out of them at the moment.

To move such a distance is beyond the capabilities of normal humans... no, even the legendary Dragon Kings might not be able to do it.

He felt like something was off.

"You mean, you brought her here from the Pleasure House?" Sakurai Nanami asked in a magnetic female voice.

"Yes."

"How did you do that?" Sakurai Nanami asked with some sympathy for Sakurai Kogure, who was lying on the cart with an afro.

At least hundreds of kilometers away, and within just a few minutes, including but not limited to overturning and destroying the Paradise Pavilion.

Could Lu Mingfei have accomplished such a feat by himself alone?

That's not even human... and probably not even a mixed race!

"It's about going back to destroy the Paradise Pavilion and then bringing the prisoners here alive." Lu Mingfei sat back down and briefly explained the process.

However, this process is so simplified that it couldn't be simpler.

"..."

Several other families, including Tachibana Masamune's, felt a deathly silence.

Fortunately, they confirmed that Lu Mingfei was one of the people who attacked the Paradise Pavilion...?

Lu Mingfei turned his gaze to Sakurai Nanami:

"Oh, right, her name is Sakurai Kogure, she's from your Sakurai family, and she has a younger brother named Sakurai Akira. Sakurai Akira is a serial killer who deserves to die, but what about her?"

"Moreover, it's not just the Sakurai family's mixed-race members who work at the Pleasure House; there are also mixed-race members from several other families working there. They also say things like, 'Those who are not valued, those who are born with defects, band together for warmth and are then driven to extinction...' and a whole bunch of other things."

Lu Mingfei paused briefly before observing the expressions of the others. They all composed themselves, eyes downcast, seemingly oblivious to his surroundings. He continued:

"It seems you have quite a conflict with the Ghost Clan."

No one answered Lu Mingfei. The other teams, intentionally or unintentionally, turned their attention to Tachibana Masamune, seemingly seeking his opinion.

“We…” Tachibana Masamune was interrupted before he could finish speaking.

"I'm not interested in your nonsense!" Lu Mingfei showed his first serious expression since arriving here, scanning everyone present one by one.

Perhaps it was Lu Mingfei's gaze that was too terrifying, or perhaps it was his feat of rushing over a hundred kilometers away in just a few minutes and destroying the Paradise Pavilion, which they all found troublesome, that left them with lingering fear.

Everyone remained silent.

"My purpose in coming here is simple. With a formidable enemy at hand, put away your little schemes. I have only one purpose in coming here: to eliminate the hybrid race from another world. Don't tell me you didn't know that."

Lu Mingfei's gaze turned fierce, causing the temperature in the room to drop several degrees. "If you block my way, I believe you don't want to become the second Paradise."

The meeting room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

The Pleasure Pavilion incident seems to serve as a cautionary tale for them.

"Furthermore, the demons of the Elysium Hall did not target Kassel's communication equipment. I hope that it was other demons who were responsible."

Lu Mingfei stared at Tachibana Masamune, his eyes filled with suspicion.

The underdog rises above his superiors—an old tradition—plus he comes from a powerful yakuza family and is of mixed Tokyo descent.

He tried not to bring in certain ideas, but their behavior was too suspicious.

"What do you think, patriarch Tachibana Masamune?"

“Ryoma is just a minor leader of the Demon Clan; he might not be involved in any high-impact attacks,” Tachibana Masamune said, echoing Lu Mingfei’s words.

"I hope so." Lu Mingfei did not explicitly state that he suspected the Snake Clan was responsible for cutting off communication.

After all, being on someone else's turf means facing enemies everywhere, which makes taking action difficult.

They'll end up like rats in the street, hiding everywhere, and might even have to work for some shady establishment, or even sell their dignity just to find a place to stay.

He felt a chill just thinking about it.

He wouldn't sell hooks.

Lu Mingfei didn't give anyone else a chance to react.

"Alright, I'm exhausted after destroying the hideout. I need to rest for a few days to recover. Prepare a room for me."

He had just stood up and was walking outside when a slender hand grabbed the hem of his clothes.

The girl with deep red hair was holding up a notebook that read, "I'm not bad!!!"

The brushstrokes are powerful, each stroke deeply imprinted on the paper, as if the writer put a lot of effort into writing these words.

A slight blush rose on the girl's cheeks as she gazed into Lu Mingfei's eyes, which held a hint of anger.

Her pure and clear gaze, devoid of any superfluous emotion, calmed Lu Mingfei, who was feeling uneasy.

"Eri, this is an honored guest. Do not be rude." Tachibana Masamune's authoritative voice rang out.

Erii loosened her grip on Lu Mingfei's clothes with some dissatisfaction, but she still wanted to argue with him.

He returned to his seat dejectedly.

Lu Mingfei turned around and looked at Erii's somewhat lonely figure. Her mature figure seemed to be that of a child wearing loose clothes. Her dejected look after being scolded by her parents was pitiful.

He memorized the figure.

You should comfort the other person who was reprimanded, but you can't show weakness in front of the Snake Clan. You can apologize later when you have the chance.

They followed the crow away from the scene and arrived at his residence.

After closing the door, use an electric current to check and destroy the surveillance and listening devices in the room.

These little tricks were within his expectations.

That's how Tokyo treats its guests: if you're weak, they'll kick you a few times; if you're strong, they'll still kick you a few times; if they can't beat you, they'll immediately slide on their knees and say "Red Bean Paste Secret Horse Race".

This is a valuable summary of experience from Principal Angers and alumni who came to Tokyo for further studies.

He went into the bathroom to wash off the marks and burnt smell from his body.