Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei finds a Freylian

Caesar's eyes were sincere.

“I only say what is worthwhile to those who are worthy,” he said. “Ms. Yuriko, you know I’m not that kind of person.”

Yuriko stared into his eyes for a few seconds, then looked away, picked up her glass, and took a sip. Her ears turned slightly red, whether from the alcohol or something else, she couldn't tell.

"Oh, by the way," she suddenly said, "I heard some interesting news the other day. Some people said that things haven't been peaceful in Tokyo lately, and it seems like something big is about to happen. Have you heard about it?"

"No, I'm just a gigolo. I have no access to the affairs of those important people."

“That’s true,” Yuriko nodded, “but you should still be careful. Those things have nothing to do with us ordinary people, but it would be troublesome if we got involved. Be careful when you’re out.”

"Thank you for your concern," Caesar raised his glass. "I will."

Chapter 727 The Assassination Squad in Action (Part 1)

The two chatted for a while longer, then Yuriko glanced at her watch and said it was getting late and she should head back. She called the waiter to settle the bill, and the amount on the bill made the waiter's eyelids twitch.

A bottle of Perrier-Jouët, two bottles of Yamazaki 25-year-old, plus the selection fee and service charge, totaled over one million yen. Yuriko pulled a black card from her Hermès bag and handed it to the waiter, her eyes never leaving Caesar's face.

“I’ll contact you again next time,” she said, “but don’t keep me waiting too long.”

“No,” Caesar stood up, “I’m always here for you. Come whenever you want.”

Yuriko stood up, straightened her skirt, and suddenly reached out and gently patted Caesar's chest. Then she turned and walked away, her high heels clicking heavily on the carpet.

The woman on the other side also reluctantly let go of Chu Zihang's hand. She took a thick envelope out of her bag, placed it on the table, and pushed it in front of Chu Zihang.

“Ukyo-kun, this is today,” she said, with a hint of coquetry in her voice, “Remember to think of me, okay?”

Chu Zihang glanced at the envelope but didn't reach for it. A waiter appeared promptly and took the envelope away. In the establishment, male escorts didn't handle money directly; all payments were settled through the establishment—that was the rule.

"I will," Chu Zihang said.

The woman stood up, walked around the table, quickly kissed Chu Zihang on the cheek, and then blushed and walked away quickly.

Chu Zihang sat there, expressionless, and wiped the lipstick mark on his cheek with his thumb.

Caesar walked over and sat down next to him, watching the two women's retreating figures with a slight smile on his lips.

“Over a million,” Caesar said. “And yours over there?”

“I didn’t look at the bill,” Chu Zihang said. “The envelope was quite thick.”

“Tsk,” Caesar shook his head, “The Japanese’s spending power in this area is truly astonishing.”

“Let’s go,” Chu Zihang stood up. “They’re waiting for us.”

The two walked back down the corridor and reached the door of the private room. Chu Zihang knocked twice and opened the door.

Lu Mingfei and Frilian were still sitting in their original seats. The fruit plate in front of Lu Mingfei was mostly empty, and he was holding a glass of whiskey, sipping it slowly.

"You're back?" Lu Mingfei looked up at the two of them. "How were the guests? Were they easy to serve?"

“Not bad,” Caesar said as he walked in, closed the door, and sat down. “An investment banking executive and a rich girl whose occupation I don’t know. We chatted about the weather and the recent security situation in Tokyo.”

"The recent security situation in Tokyo?" Lu Mingfei was taken aback. "Does a male escort need to talk about this?"

“The guest brought it up herself,” Chu Zihang said. “She said that Tokyo has been quite unsafe lately and told us to be careful.”

Frillie looked up and glanced at Chu Zihang.

"What else did she say?"

“No,” Chu Zihang said, “just a reminder. But she knows some things. Judging from her tone and expression, the information she heard wasn’t just gossip from the street, but rather information with a certain source.”

“This shows that the actions of the Snake Clan have already affected the lives of ordinary people,” Caesar said, taking a cigar out of his suit pocket. “Ordinary people are starting to feel that something is wrong, which means the situation is escalating.”

The group fell silent.

Frillie said, "We've made up our minds."

Lu Mingfei sat up straight.

“I’ll take Lu Mingfei to infiltrate Genji Heavy Industries,” Frilian said. “Lu Mingfei will deal with Genjiro, and I’ll deal with Tachibana Masamune. We’ll do it simultaneously and finish it quickly.”

Caesar frowned.

“I’m still a little worried. Genjiro is a super hybrid, the only emperor. It was only by joining forces with Chu Zihang that we barely managed to defeat him.”

"That was a real close call. If he had been in better form, or if any one of those variables had changed, the outcome could have been completely different. We won by a narrow margin, almost entirely by luck."

Caesar looked into Lu Mingfei's eyes.

"Could one person defeat Genjiro?"

Chu Zihang also turned his head.

Lu Mingfei felt a little uncomfortable being stared at by two people. He scratched his head and thought for a moment.

"My Word of Power, Time Zero, is effective against super hybrids like Genjiro."

He looked up at Caesar.

"What makes a super hybrid so strong is its reaction speed, its strength, and the all-around dominance that its bloodline brings. But these advantages are useless against Time Zero. During the time I activated Time Zero, I appeared to Genjiro at an accelerated speed many, many times over."

“Just activate Time Zero before he notices, get close to him, and deliver the decisive blow. No need for a prolonged fight, no need to test your bloodlines, no need for a direct confrontation. One strike is enough. Like—,” Lu Mingfei thought for a moment and gave an analogy, “like a sniper. A sniper isn’t strong, isn’t fast, and may have poor hand-to-hand combat skills. But he can kill someone a hundred times stronger than himself because that person has no idea where he is.”

Chu Zihang said, "Caesar, give Friga the bullets and the gun to Lu Mingfei."

Caesar pulled a gun from his inner pocket.

The Desert Eagle, a high-powered semi-automatic pistol manufactured by Israel Military Industries, is one of the world's largest caliber handguns. It features a silver frame and a grip inlaid with dark walnut wood, intricately carved. The entire gun looks less like a weapon and more like a work of art—a work of art born for killing.

Caesar handed him the gun.

Lu Mingfei took it.

"Good heavens," he muttered, turning the legendary weapon over and over in his eyes, "a Desert Eagle. This is a real Desert Eagle."

He weighed the gun in his hand, then pulled back the barrel to check; it was already loaded with bullets.

The Friga bullet—a tranquilizer dart—is not lethal, but enough to render a super hybrid unconscious within seconds. The bullet is specially designed, filled with a high concentration of anesthetic, specifically designed to target the metabolic system of hybrids, allowing it to penetrate the bloodstream and act on the central nervous system in an extremely short time.

“This is too much torture,” Lu Mingfei said, holding the gun in his hand and feeling its heavy weight. He couldn’t help but smirk. “I mean, this thing would get you several years in prison in China.”

“This is Japan,” Caesar said, “and we are not doing good deeds.”

Lu Mingfei slowly suppressed his smile.

“Yes,” he said, tucking the gun behind his waist and covering it with the hem of his shirt. “We weren’t doing good deeds in the first place.”

“If the assassination fails,” Chu Zihang said, “don’t hesitate, retreat immediately.”

"Yes," Frilian nodded.

Lu Mingfei glanced at Frillie, then at Chu Zihang and Caesar, and took a deep breath.

"Don't worry," he said, a smirk creeping up his lips, "I'm tough as nails, I won't die."

Chapter 728 Assassination Squad in Action (Part Two)

At 11:40 PM, Genji Heavy Industries, employee changing area.

The corridor was deserted, with only the occasional low hum of the ventilation ducts coming from above the ceiling.

Lu Mingfei and Frilian moved silently, close to the wall.

Frillie cast an invisibility spell.

It's not some crude trick like making light bypass the body, but a technique that affects perception. It interferes with the biological brain's processing of visual information, causing those who see them to mentally ignore their presence.

Simply put, it's not that we can't see them, but rather that we "see them but don't notice them." It's like looking for someone in a crowd; they're right in front of you, but your eyes just can't seem to spot them. Your eyes transmit the information to your brain, but your brain treats that information as background noise and filters it out.

This technique works perfectly for ordinary people, but its effectiveness is reduced for mixed-race individuals, especially those with high purity of blood. However, in a place like Genji Heavy Industries, where most employees are ordinary people or mixed-race individuals with low to medium bloodlines, it is sufficient.

Lu Mingfei walked half a step behind Frillie, his steps as light as a cat's. He wore a pair of soft-soled sneakers, making almost no sound as he walked.

His heart was beating fast, but his breathing was steady. This was what Chu Zihang had told him when he was teaching the young Gongjian: "Your heart can beat fast, but your breathing must be steady. If your breathing becomes erratic, your body will have problems."

Lu Mingfei and Frilian are looking for someone.

Someone with considerable authority within Genji Heavy Industries, but whose status isn't high enough to attract attention. A mid-level manager, the kind with a private changing room. Unlike ordinary employees who crowd into large locker rooms, these people have their own little world, where they can let their guard down and shed their hard shell to reveal their softer side.

This kind of person is the best entry point.

Frillian did her homework for three days before taking action. She analyzed Genji Heavy Industries' organizational structure, selected seven suitable targets, and then spent two nights infiltrating Genji Heavy Industries to observe their patterns of activity, get off work hours, and the specific locations of their changing rooms.

Finally, she selected the deputy manager of the third sales department, a forty-year-old man named Takashi Odagiri.

Takashi Odagiri, 41 years old, single, and living alone. He works in the Third Sales Department, handling overseas investment. His clearance level is B-7, granting him access to most floors of Genji Heavy Industries, including the core office area above the 15th floor. He works overtime until around 11:30 PM every day, then goes downstairs to change clothes and drives home. His changing room is the second to last one at the end of the corridor, in a secluded location with good soundproofing. Next door is a storage room filled with cleaning supplies, which is rarely used.

The perfect goal.

The lights are on in Takashi Odagiri's changing room.

A nameplate reading "Deputy Minister Odagiri" was affixed to the door, below which was a sign that read "No entry for non-contacts." Light shone through the crack in the door, and rustling sounds could be faintly heard inside; Takashi Odagiri was changing clothes.

Lu Mingfei and Frilian stopped in front of the door.

Frillian placed her hand on the doorknob and closed her eyes. Her lips moved, but no sound came out. However, Lu Mingfei could feel something spreading from her, like ripples on water, silently passing through the wooden door and seeping into the room.

She was sensing the situation in the room. Odagiri's position, posture, and where his attention was.

Lu Mingfei couldn't help but marvel at how many wonderful little magic tricks the Frilian Society possessed.

Three seconds later, Frillian opened her eyes, glanced at Lu Mingfei, and nodded.

Lu Mingfei took a deep breath, placed his hand on the doorknob, and pressed it gently.

The door was unlocked.

Takashi Odagiri stood in front of the wardrobe with his back to the door, putting on a shirt.

His suit jacket was off and hanging on the hanger, his tie loosened and draped over the back of the chair. He was putting on a light blue shirt, his arms inside the sleeves, his shoulders shrugging as he smoothed it out. His briefcase was on the table, his phone and keys beside it.

The moment Lu Mingfei pushed open the door, Takashi Odagiri stiffened for a second.

It wasn't because he heard anything; Lu Mingfei pushed the door open almost silently. It was an instinct etched into his genes—the feeling of being watched.

When someone's gaze falls on you, especially if it's intentional, your body senses it: your skin tightens, your hair stands on end, and your spine feels cold. This is a legacy left to humanity by millions of years of evolution, passed down from ancestors who, though unseen by wild beasts in the dark jungle, failed to survive.

Takashi Odagiri turned around.

In a private space like a changing room, a person's reaction time is always a beat slower than outside. This is their territory, their safe zone, and their brain isn't prepared for danger. So when their body senses danger, their brain is still processing the information "who's behind me," and hasn't yet switched to "fight or flight."