Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei finds a Freylian

He turned his head, glanced at Angers beside him who remained calm, as if he had expected all of this, and then turned back to Tachibana Masamune, uttering even more astonishing words:

"At the same time, in the name of the head of the Inuyama family, I hereby declare—"

"The Inuyama family and all its affiliated forces, businesses, and personnel are hereby officially and unconditionally admitted to the Secret Party, effective immediately, and will accept the direct leadership and protection of Principal Hilbert Jean Angers of Kassel College!"

This time, even the air seemed to freeze. Departing from one's family was already shocking, but to directly join an outsider's secret society was utterly outrageous! In the world of yakuza, this was the most unforgivable betrayal!

The bodyguards' anger finally erupted, emitting low growls and threatening growls. Their hands gripped their weapons again, and their gazes towards Inuyama He were filled with hostility and disdain. Had Tachibana Masamune not yet given the order, they probably would have already begun to eliminate their own men.

Tachibana Masamune's face was so dark it was almost dripping with water. He stared at Inuyama He, then at Angers, his voice as cold as ice:

"Inuyama He, were you terrified by the attack just now, or were you bewitched by Principal Angers? Do you know that by doing this you will become the enemy of the entire mixed-race society in Japan? The Inuyama family's centuries-old legacy is about to be destroyed in your hands!"

"Foundation?" Inuyama He laughed, his smile filled with self-mockery and sorrow. "Mr. Tachibana Masamune, do you really think that a family that needs to sell women's bodies to survive, is regarded as a lowly profession by other families, and whose own head almost died in an internal conspiracy, has any foundation to speak of?"

He stepped forward, his gaze intense: "Tonight's attack, those machine guns, were they really just what outsiders claimed? When did Tamamo-no-Mae's defenses become so weak that heavy weapons could be silently deployed on the roof? I, Inuyama He, may not be talented, but I'm not so stupid as to not even think of this!"

His words were almost a direct reference to the attack on the Snake Clan, and even to Tachibana Masamune himself!

Tachibana Masamune's pupils contracted again, but he immediately retorted sharply, "Absurd! The attack has not yet been investigated, how can you make wild guesses, and even betray the family that gave you birth and raised you because of it?!"

“Family?” Inuyama He shook his head, his tone becoming incredibly weary, yet unusually firm. “Sixty years ago, when I was struggling like a stray dog ​​in the mud of the harbor, when my sister had to submit to an American officer for the sake of the family, where was the family? When other families were seizing our assets and driving my eldest sister to her death, where was the family?”

His voice suddenly rose, carrying the resentment and sorrow that had been building up for sixty years:

“It was Principal Angers who gave the Inuyama family a chance to rise again! It was the Secret Party who provided protection for the family in its most perilous time! Perhaps in your eyes, that was submission, that was shame, that was being a dog! But at that time, it was the only straw the Inuyama family could grasp!”

He took a breath, calmed his agitated emotions, and his gaze regained its clarity and resolve:

"Sixty years. For the sake of the family's revival, I have endured humiliation and infamy, and even almost lost my life. But now, I see clearly. Some people, some forces, have never truly regarded the Inuyama family as equals. In your eyes, we are always outsiders who can be sacrificed, abandoned, or even eliminated from within."

He gave Tachibana Masamune one last look, his eyes now devoid of any hesitation: "So, I've made my decision. From today onward, the Inuyama family will walk its own path. We choose to stand with Principal Angers."

Having said that, he ignored Tachibana Masamune's extremely ugly expression, took a half step back, turned slightly, and bowed deeply to Angers beside him, in the manner of a retainer facing his lord in old Japan: "Principal. I entrust the Inuyama family to you from now on."

Angers listened and watched quietly, his face expressionless. Only then did he reach out and gently pat Inuyama He on the shoulder, a gesture that made the surrounding bodyguards twitch at the corners of their eyes. Then, he looked up at Tachibana Masamune inside the car.

A smile slowly crept onto his lips.

The smile was particularly glaring under the car headlights.

Then, in a light and cheerful tone, he clearly addressed the ashen-faced Tachibana Masamune and all the members of the Snake-Headed Eight Families:

"Oh, right."

"I almost forgot to mention—"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Tachibana."

"From today onwards..."

"You no longer seem to belong to the Snake-Headed Eight Family."

Angers paused, his smile deepening, and added, word by word:

"It should be called..."

"The Seven Families of Snake Clan".

Doesn't that sound much better?

As soon as he finished speaking, the night wind carried a cold, mocking tone.

Inside the Rolls-Royce, Tachibana Masamune's face was as gloomy as the sea before a storm.

Angers, having already picked up his suitcase, gestured to Inuyama He, and the two ignored the deathly silent crowd behind them and the luxury car that symbolized power. They turned side by side and walked into the hazy night of Shibuya.

All that remained was a scene of utter devastation: a smashed car front and a world of Japanese mixed-race people, openly divided and poised to unleash a monstrous upheaval.

Chapter 610 The blonde beauty is actually Caesar?!

Lu Mingfei felt as if he were lying on the waves.

The sunlight, like a pair of soft hands, caressed his body, its warmth seeping into his skin and reaching his very bones. The waves gently rose and fell beneath him, each rise and fall like being in a cradle. His ears were filled with the soft murmur of the waves and the faint cries of seagulls in the distance.

Where is this? The Caribbean? The Great Barrier Reef? Or paradise?

Lu Mingfei strongly suspected he was dead. His last memory was of a damp, cold rainy night in Japan, the whistling of a bullet tearing through the air, the scalding heat of the explosion on his neck followed by a chilling sensation—the temperature of life draining away with his blood. Without reason, one moment he was on the brink of death, the next he was in a sunny resort with seawater so warm it brought tears to his eyes.

My nose was filled with the strange fragrance of lavender and seaweed, sweet and warm with a hint of saltiness, like an unreal allure on the edge of a dream. The seawater gently rippled beneath me, and every pore relaxed and opened, greedily absorbing the sunlight and warmth.

Lu Mingfei cautiously opened his eyes a crack and looked around carefully.

This habit has a long history. When I was a child, I watched revolutionary education movies. When underground party members were woken up by the Japanese devils by being splashed with cold water, they would always stubbornly rebuke the enemy, only to be subjected to even more brutal torture in return.

Lu Mingfei was secretly thinking to himself in bed: "He's so lacking in revolutionary wisdom! He should have just kept pretending to be unconscious, until the Japanese thought he was about to die. Maybe they would have panicked and run out to find a doctor, and that would have given him an opportunity."

Sunlight streamed through his eyelids, casting a warm red glow. He slowly adjusted the focus.

The mist swirled in the sunlight, refracting tiny rainbows. A figure sat nearby, wearing a purple dress and with blonde hair; her silhouette was somewhat blurred in the backlight, yet inexplicably beautiful. There was a soft, tinkling sound, like the small bells hanging around her neck, gently tinkling in rhythm.

Wow! Lu Mingfei's initial wariness and confusion were instantly washed away by his shameless smugness. Not only would he get to enjoy the sun and sea, but he'd also have beautiful women to bathe with? Was this some kind of too good a perk after death? Could it be that Death got his KPIs wrong and sent someone who should have been fried in oil to Hawaii?

The figure noticed he was awake, moved slightly, and leaned down.

My vision was filled. First, there were those eyes, which, up close, truly resembled a shallow sea under the sunlight, astonishingly clear, shimmering with a bluish light. Then, a sweet, girlish scent, a blend of floral and milky fragrance, gently enveloped me.

Finally, there was the overwhelming, surging chest that almost burst through his vision. The purple collar was stretched taut, and the deep cleavage was so close that it made Lu Mingfei dizzy.

He gasped for breath, his heart pounding so hard it felt like it would leap out of his throat. He felt a mix of shyness, nervousness, and a surreal sense of unreality. Holy crap, this plot twist was too abrupt! One minute he was playing a pathetic extra about to die in a gangster shootout, and the next, the screen went black and then bright, and he was the male lead in a pure romance drama?! Not even a warning!

But those blonde hair, blue eyes, and that astonishing size... I felt like I'd seen her somewhere before. A sense of familiarity washed over me. What had he, Lu Mingfei, done to deserve knowing a foreign beauty of this caliber? In a dream?

"Oh, you're awake!" the beauty spoke, her voice... Hmm? Lu Mingfei's heart skipped a beat. Although the voice was deliberately soft, it had a deep and powerful undertone, not quite like that of a delicate young girl.

The beauty stretched out her strong arms and helped him sit up from the "seawater." "Great! Let's have some wine to calm our nerves!"

Before he could react, a cold glass rim was pressed against his lips, and a strong, pungent liquid was poured in. It was vodka, with ice. The burning sensation shot from his throat all the way to his stomach, then exploded throughout his body.

"Cough cough cough cough!" Lu Mingfei choked and jumped up and down, making a splashing sound. "Who, who are you? Where, where am I?!" He wiped the water off his face haphazardly, staring at the person in front of him in horror.

"Calm down! Calm down!" the other person said in a strange voice that was a mixture of softness and boldness, and patted his bare shoulder hard, making him stagger.

“You were unconscious for too long, so you might be a little uneasy after just waking up. That’s why I gave you a drink to help with your blood circulation. But it seems,” the other person looked him up and down, “that you have a lot of energy.”

That voice, that force with which he patted my shoulder—it's so familiar!

Lu Mingfei narrowed his eyes with surprise and uncertainty, carefully examining the other person. The backlighting wasn't so strong anymore, revealing this face.

He abruptly closed his eyes, slumped back into the water, and let the warm, lavender-scented water engulf him.

"I must have woken up wrong just now," he mumbled to himself underwater. "Now I'll lie down and wake up again. It must be hallucinations caused by blood loss."

"Whoosh!" Lu Mingfei was pulled out again.

"Even if you wake up a thousand times, you'll still see me," a familiar yet unfamiliar voice said with a hint of mockery. "What, you think you'd be more pleased to wake up and find Chu Zihang taking a bath with you?"

Lu Mingfei wiped the water droplets from his face, finally seeing the person in front of him clearly. He was silent for three seconds, then spoke with difficulty, "No, no, no, boss, you've got the problem wrong. It's not about who accompanies me to the bath, it's that I suspect I've traveled to a parallel world. In this world,"

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the other man's bright purple fitted suit, the open chest of his leopard-print shirt, the shimmering silver skull necklace, the bling-bling rhinestones on his ears and fingers, before finally settling on the face with blue-purple eyeliner, glossy gold foil lipstick, and a strand of blond hair that fell down to cover his eyes.

"You're a sissy. A sissy with a very striking sense of style."

Lu Mingfei got up, braced his hands on the edge of the wooden barrel, and looked around.

Where's the sunshine, waves, and sand? This is a rather spacious Japanese-style bathroom, with walls covered in beautifully textured pine planks, exuding the fresh scent of wood. I'm soaking in a large wooden tub that looks more than a meter deep and big enough for two people to share a bath. The water is milky white, with oil droplets and dried lavender flowers floating on top. The source of warmth is the firewood burning at the bottom of the tub.

The so-called undulating waves are nothing more than the natural surging and splashing sound produced when water is heated. And that "seaweed" smell is probably from bath salts or some kind of essential oil.

The "stunner" sitting on a small stool by the bucket, responsible for adding firewood, was none other than Caesar Gattuso. He was indeed blond and blue-eyed, and his chest muscles were indeed massive—the kind that could bench press a 300-pound barbell.

What truly shattered Lu Mingfei's worldview was Caesar's attire and makeup. He looked exactly like a top male escort on a midnight pay-TV channel, hosting suggestive programs.

Caesar dismissed his assessment, took a puff of the cigar between his fingers, and then offered it to Lu Mingfei's lips: "Have a puff? To calm yourself down."

Lu Mingfei looked down at the bright rose-colored lip print on the cigar, his lips twitching: "This, I can't quite handle indirect wet kisses. Boss, you know I'm still young and naive."

"How long was I unconscious?" he decided to change the subject, but he also genuinely wanted to know.

“More than 60 hours.” Caesar put away his cigar, took another puff, and slowly exhaled a bluish-gray smoke ring. The action, performed by him in his current state, had a breathtakingly incongruous quality.

"You're lucky. The bullet only grazed your carotid artery. The other person was a professional assassin, using a 7.62mm lead-core bullet. If that thing had hit you squarely, it would have rolled and deformed inside your body, creating a hole the size of a bowl. But even just severing an artery is enough to cause you severe blood loss, which is why you've been unconscious. Your body temperature was very low at times, so Chu Zihang and I had to take turns soaking you in hot water twice a day to maintain your body temperature. Since you couldn't eat, we bought glucose for you to be injected intravenously."

Caesar glanced at Lu Mingfei. "We were quite worried that you wouldn't have enough blood supply to your brain and would wake up as a fool. Now it seems," he shrugged, "that our worries were unnecessary."

"I'm not alive and kicking, you scared me," Lu Mingfei emphasized, touching his neck where thick bandages were wrapped around it.

“We should have taken you to the hospital. But we’re wanted criminals now,” Caesar said calmly, skillfully splitting a piece of firewood with a machete and tossing it into the firebox beneath the bucket. The firelight illuminated his exquisitely sculpted profile. “Just turn on the TV, and you’ll see our picture on the scrolling credits. The charges are nuclear fuel smuggling, terrorist attacks, and…”

He paused, then uttered three words: "Following young girls."

“When have we ever done anything like this?!” Lu Mingfei exclaimed in disbelief. “The first two points sounded a bit like the audacity of international terrorists, but the last one suddenly turned into something lewd! It’s like a combination of a Russian arms dealer, Osama bin Laden, and a creepy exhibitionist in a park!”

“Of course someone is framing us,” Caesar said coldly, his machete slicing through the wood with precision. “The more serious the crime, the more police resources they will deploy, the more thorough the search will be, and the less we can operate openly. Someone doesn’t want us to contact headquarters in Kassel.”

"It must be those bastards from the Snake Clan!" Lu Mingfei gritted his teeth. "They're afraid we'll bring reinforcements!"

"Princess Kaguya has set up a tight network firewall. Our identities will be exposed immediately if we touch the internet or use the phone. In terms of tracking and surveillance, Princess Kaguya's ability seems to be no less than Norma's."

Lu Mingfei frowned, his mind racing. Suddenly, his eyes lit up: "I have a way! I have a secret QQ account that nobody knows about! I can log into that account, join our StarCraft player group, find a guy we play StarCraft with, and ask him to call Professor Schneider for us!"

"A secondary account?" Caesar raised an exquisitely drawn eyebrow, a gesture that made him look even more like a fashion magazine model. "If even I can find out about a secondary account, do you think the Snake Clan wouldn't?"

"In the face of a supercomputer of the magnitude of Norma or Princess Kaguya, to thoroughly understand a person's life is as simple as flipping through a book with only a few pages. There are just a few important people, a few things hidden in the heart, and a few key choices. Whether you are the President of the United States or an ordinary person who cannot be found on Google, the essence is no different."

Chapter 611 This is Takamagahara (Part 1)

Lu Mingfei froze. He subconsciously looked up at the exquisite wood grain on the bathroom ceiling, his mind racing through the past twenty years of his life. He always felt that the days were long, he knew a lot of people, and he had a lot of complicated thoughts running through his mind.

But Caesar's words were like an invisible comb, smoothing out his chaotic memories. The truly important, the truly unforgettable, were few and far between. His parents' blurred faces, the dining table at his uncle and aunt's house, the sunset on the rooftop, the cobblestone path of Kassel College, the figure in the movie theater, and…

A name suddenly popped into my mind.

"Frilian," Lu Mingfei murmured unconsciously, his voice as soft as a sigh.

"What?" Caesar didn't hear clearly.

Lu Mingfei snapped back to reality, as if waking from a brief dream. He shook his head; the hot water made him feel a little drowsy.

"No, it's nothing," he said, trying to cover it up, as he looked back at Caesar, whose makeup was flamboyant and whose clothes were sparkling. A sense of reality, along with a sense of absurdity, washed over him.

Why did I suddenly think of Frilian? It must be a side effect of blood loss.

“I said, soak a little longer,” Caesar said, not pressing for details, and poked at the fire with his machete. “Drinking wine and soaking in hot water will help you sweat; it’ll do you good. I’ll add more firewood for you.”