Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei finds a Freylian

It took Lu Mingfei a full three seconds to process the information contained in that sentence.

"WHAR? You're assigning me work again? Oh dear, I've been working overtime all night taking care of a beautiful girl, can't I go back to Takamagahara to rest? I want to go back to Takamagahara!"

There were no "human weapons" in Takamagahara that required Lu Mingfei's 24-hour supervision. Takamagahara only had a group of drunken female guests and a group of flamboyant male escorts. Although it was chaotic, at least they were normal people.

"Sleeping in a love hotel is okay, especially with a beautiful girl!" Caesar gave a thumbs up.

"Reporting to Caesar, I, Lu Mingfei, have been a bachelor for twenty years and have no experience in taking care of girls. Please assign this glorious and great task to someone more virtuous! I want to go back to Takamagahara!"

Lu Mingfei clasped his hands together in prayer.

“Choose a love hotel, and you and Frilian will only need to take care of one girl. In Takamagahara, well, you'll have to deal with a hundred guests every night,” Caesar’s logic was impeccable.

Chapter 747 Erii looks a lot like Nono

“At least the people in Takamagahara are human, even if some of them are ugly, at least they are human!” Lu Mingfei said, his voice trembling with tears. “But these are just monsters!”

"That's not right. How can you say that Miss Erii is a monster?" Caesar became righteous and indignant, as if Lu Mingfei had said something outrageous. "Look at the Uesugi family head's figure and appearance. How is she a monster? You have to be good at using psychological suggestion. If you see her as a beautiful girl in your mind, then she is a beautiful girl!"

"What's with the Saya no Uta?" Lu Mingfei quipped.

As he spoke, he slapped Lu Mingfei's shoulder hard, each slap causing Lu Mingfei's body to sink a little more. Lu Mingfei suspected he was doing it on purpose.

"I can't take it anymore!" Lu Mingfei broke down. The exhaustion, tension, and repression accumulated over the past twenty-four hours all surged up at this moment, like a flood bursting its banks. "I tried my best to play the role of a polite, kind, and reliable older brother, playing dominoes with her all night, my face covered with notes of turtles! But what if Erii sees through my lewd nature? She trusted me so much, thinking I was a good person, only to find out I'm just a useless loser with a head full of messy thoughts, and then—"

He took a deep breath. "'Damn it! Sakura-onii-chan is such a despicable and vile person, I'm so desperate, I'm going to destroy the world!'"

Lu Mingfei put his hands behind his head.

"The Third Impact has occurred, the world is doomed, the Human Instrumentality Project is complete, and all seven billion people on Earth have turned into orange juice! Caesar, please reconsider! We must protect world peace!"

Caesar remained silent, revealing a smile that sent chills down Lu Mingfei's spine.

“Maybe she just likes your sleazy side?” Caesar said, his tone as gentle as if he were comforting a comrade about to be executed. “Maybe she’s even hoping you’ll be even more sleazy?”

He opened his arms and gave Lu Mingfei a big hug.

"Trust me, you can totally do it! Remember to buy plenty of snacks for the head of the Uesugi family; the little girl loves snacks!"

Before Lu Mingfei could struggle, he saw Chu Zihang also stand up.

The capsule room's height forced Chu Zihang to bend over, his posture resembling a bow to a deity in an ancient ritual. He walked step by step to Lu Mingfei, each step causing Lu Mingfei's heart to sink a little deeper.

"Stop hugging!" Lu Mingfei shouted, his voice filled with despair. "Are you saying goodbye to a corpse?!"

Caesar's expression was solemn and dignified, as if he were seeing off a warrior about to embark on a long expedition; Chu Zihang's calm demeanor conveyed the weight of "years to come".

The two men stood on either side of Lu Mingfei, the scene resembling a classic scene in a gangster movie where henchmen send their boss off on his final journey.

“I didn’t hug him,” Chu Zihang said.

He reached out and stuffed a stack of banknotes into Lu Mingfei's hand. The stack was astonishingly thick, with ten-thousand-yuan bills neatly stacked one by one and bound together with a rubber band.

Lu Mingfei squeezed it, feeling the crisp, hard texture that only brand-new banknotes have, as well as the slight bulge of the rubber band on the surface of the banknote.

"This is the cash that Caesar and I have saved up, more than 700,000 yen," Chu Zihang said. "Being with a girl always costs money, so don't make her sad."

Lu Mingfei looked down at the stack of banknotes in his hand, then looked up at Chu Zihang's face.

"Date A Live?!" Lu Mingfei was dumbfounded; his brain had crashed again.

First, Caesar told him to go back to the love hotel and sleep with Erii, then Chu Zihang gave him 700,000 yen and told him "not to make her sad." The behavior of these two people was completely beyond his comprehension.

"Vulgar." Caesar's expression was serious and earnest, as if he were giving a speech on world peace at the United Nations General Assembly. "It's just love between men and women! And incidentally, it's a chance to hone your skills in the world of male prostitutes. A man like an eagle can't say no!"

Lu Mingfei suspected that Caesar's education in the Gattuso family might have included a compulsory course called "How to say the most embarrassing lines in the most dashing tone."

“I, I, hesitate, I’ll go!” Lu Mingfei said.

"As expected of an S-rank, I knew you'd go!" Caesar considerately draped a coat over Lu Mingfei's shoulders, his movements gentle, as if he were adjusting a wedding dress for his younger sister who was about to get married. "Go back and play games with the Uesugi family's resident gaming partner, don't make her anxious!"

Lu Mingfei was half-pushed and half-forced to the door of the capsule room. He was holding a stack of 700,000 yuan in his left hand, while Caesar was shaking his right hand up and down, and he was wearing a coat draped over his back.

He was like a young migrant worker being sent onto a train during the Spring Festival travel rush by two overly enthusiastic relatives—bewildered, exhausted, and at a loss, yet inexplicably on the road.

"Can this task be used for academic credits?" he asked in a last-minute struggle, his voice sounding as if he were crying out, "Doctor, how much longer do I have to live?"

“That’s easy. When we get back to the academy, I’ll emphasize your contributions in my report,” Caesar assured him, patting his chest. “In your Chinese parlance, you’ve made a monumental contribution!”

"I feel like Caesar, you're starting to act more and more like the vice principal. Is it just my imagination...?" Lu Mingfei complained helplessly.

The vice principal. An old man who always wears a floral shirt, drinks alcohol, and stares at pretty girls during the academy's swimming lessons. His recent catchphrase is "Frilian, please instruct me!", as he watches the beautiful girls take their swimming lessons.

Lu Mingfei once thought the vice principal was the most unreliable person at Kassel College, until he realized César Gattuso's potential in this area.

He sighed and resignedly walked towards the stairs. He stopped at the doorway.

A thought leaped out of his chaotic mind like a fish, flashing silver light.

“Idol, Caesar.” He turned around, looked at Caesar, and frowned slightly. “Does the head of the Uesugi family look like my senior sister?”

This question had been weighing on his mind for a long time. Even from across the street, Caesar could see the similarities between Erii and Nono.

There aren't many people in the world who are so similar. So when Lu Mingfei mistook Erii for Nono in the dimly lit underwater environment, it wasn't a coincidence, but rather because there were indeed similarities between the two faces.

In bright light, the two girls are distinct—Nono's features are more assertive, like a burning flame; Erii's features are more reserved, like a budding flower. But the moment the vault door swung open and Erii opened her eyes, Lu Mingfei still felt a strange flutter, as if a gentle finger had lightly touched a stiff part of his heart, causing it to throb slightly.

Caesar thought about it seriously. A rare look of hesitation appeared on his handsome face, which was so striking it made you want to punch him.

Then he shook his head.

"They look somewhat alike, but their temperaments are completely different. Nono and the head of the Uesugi family are different types of mental illnesses."

Lu Mingfei's lips twitched.

"Is this how you describe your girlfriend?"

“Hey, that’s why she’s my girlfriend,” Caesar concluded, waving his hand. “At most, she’s half similar.”

Chapter 748 The Missing Father & The Missing Sister

A fierce wind, accompanied by torrential rain, tore through the night sky. A pitch-black helicopter rose into the air against the surging air currents, circling Genji Heavy Industries once like a ghost with iron wings. Then it turned around, its nose pressing down on the low-hanging cumulonimbus clouds, skimming over the uneven skyline of Shinjuku, and plunging into the depths of the glittering buildings in the distance, like a black fish silently diving into an endless sea of ​​light.

On the rooftop, the heavily armed officers of the enforcement bureau watched its shadow. Raindrops pelted their black combat uniforms, their tightly gripped guns, and their upturned faces. Some instinctively raised their guns, but quickly lowered them again. Without orders, no one dared to fire. Besides, the helicopter bore the MPD markings and the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department emblem, blue with white lettering, clearly visible on its tail boom.

Firing at the Metropolitan Police Department's helicopter is no different than shooting at the Tokyo governor's face. They could only watch helplessly as it disappeared into the rainy night.

The screening ended there. Crow turned off the projector, and the conference room fell into darkness again.

"The surveillance camera on the rooftop recorded this scene. The helicopter had MPD markings on its side, and it was the one that picked up the Uesugi family head. But we checked the national aircraft registration records and couldn't find the aircraft's number at all. From the aircraft type and structure, it doesn't match the rescue helicopters equipped by the Metropolitan Police Department either." Crow closed the file folder in his hand.

“Just find an ordinary civilian helicopter and repaint it; it’s the most basic camouflage method.” Yuan Zhisheng lowered his eyes and ripped the annoying IV needle off the back of his hand.

As a heir to the royal bloodline, his body's self-repair speed far exceeds that of ordinary people. However, even he still needs to rely on glucose and antibiotics to support the recovery of his functions after suffering a severe injury. The doctor clearly instructed him to rest quietly.

But the current situation allows no room for complacency. Tachibana Masamune is missing, and the cleanup work has just come to an end when the cleanup team delivers a report that makes his temples throb: the head of the Uesugi family has once again disappeared from the mansion.

Genjiro didn't think Erii would be kidnapped or coerced, after all, no one in the world had ever been born who could forcibly take her hostage. Besides, before she left this time, she left a note, the handwriting crooked but confident: "Going out to play for a few days, will be back soon."

This is the twelfth time the head of the Uesugi family has tried to run away.

The first eleven times, the Enforcement Bureau found her within hours each time. Erii never got very far.

Sometimes she got lost in the underground parking lot of Genji Heavy Industries, sometimes she stared blankly at the ice cream counter in a nearby convenience store, and sometimes she squatted in a small park on the street corner watching ants carry their food. Each time, she was politely invited back, like a little panda trying to climb over a fence but being carried back to its enclosure by its keeper. She never resisted; when she was found, she would obediently stand up and follow the officers from the Enforcement Bureau back.

This time, she finally got what she wanted, for no other reason than that someone was waiting for her outside.

Genjiro wasn't worried about Erii being kidnapped; no one in the world could kidnap her. If anyone had tried to control her by violence, that person would probably be a lifeless corpse by now.

"Have you figured out who the guy she's with is?" Genji asked, turning his gaze to the crow.

"The surveillance angle was limited, so it only captured his back the whole time; we didn't get a single picture of his face," Crow said with some helplessness.

Have all the key traffic arteries been checked?

Yasha immediately replied, "We've screened all the exits from Tokyo—airports, train stations, ferry terminals, subway networks…—and found no information on Ms. Erii passing through. We can now basically confirm that she's still in Tokyo."

"Twenty hours have passed!" Genjiro cracked his knuckles as he clenched his fists. "She's never been away from home alone for this long in her life! Put aside everything you're doing, mobilize all the manpower and resources the Executive Bureau can muster, even if you have to dig up the foundations of every building in Tokyo, you must bring her back safely!"

"Yes! The entire Executive Bureau will be on high alert! The elites from the Kanto and Kansai branches have also been integrated into the search network!" Sakura immediately straightened her back, her voice crisp and clear.

"That's far from enough! Issue a bounty to all gangs in Tokyo with intelligence capabilities, offering a reward of one billion yen. Whoever can provide Erii's exact whereabouts will receive the money on the spot! But let me make it clear beforehand: if anyone dares to cause her to lose a single hair, then their head will be worth exactly one billion yen."

"understand!"

“I know everyone is exhausted to the bone right now, and so am I,” Yuan Zhisheng said, slowly sinking back into his chair, his voice revealing his utter weariness. “But no one has the right to rest until she’s back in my sight. Any minute could change things, and the sooner I find her, the sooner my heart can return to its rightful place.”

Yaksha and Crow exchanged a subtle glance, then each stealthily glanced at Sakura, their knowing looks clearly conveyed.

Privately, they were always puzzled as to why Genjiro was completely unmoved by Sakura, such a top-tier beauty. In terms of looks, personality, and business acumen, Sakura was impeccable in every way, especially her stunning figure that was almost too much to look at. Any other boss would have already taken advantage of her.

It wasn't until today, when they witnessed their young master's restless state because Erii had run away from home, that the two of them suddenly realized: their eldest brother was, deep down, an absolute ultimate siscon.

"You can rest assured!" Yaksha pounded his chest, his face filled with righteous indignation.

"In this dazzling, chaotic Tokyo, the innocent-minded Erii has actually spent so much time alone with a man of unknown origin. Just thinking about it sends chills down my spine! We completely understand your anxiety, boss, and we will not give that suspicious guy even the slightest chance! If he dares to have even the slightest improper thoughts about Erii, I will personally twist his neck into a pretzel!"

Looking at his muscle-bound subordinate, Genjiro couldn't help but smile wryly, even though the atmosphere was so tense it could drip water.

"You still don't understand what I'm really worried about." Yuan Zhisheng raised his eyes, his gaze drifting through the floor-to-ceiling window to the neon lights and the city nightscape, so vibrant it seemed to overflow.

“What I’m worried about is never whether Erii will get into trouble, but whether this city will get into trouble. Twenty hours… is enough for Erii to erase the entire Tokyo from the map several times over, as long as she’s in the mood.”

Chapter 749 Weather Bureau

Dark clouds hung heavily over the city, and a sudden downpour was yet to fall.

In the Tokyo Meteorological Bureau's computing hall, people were bustling about, running from one terminal to another, from one printer to another, and from one cup of coffee that had gone cold to the next that was about to go cold.

Crumpled printed papers were scattered on the floor, covered with dense data matrices and satellite cloud layers.

This is the third consecutive week of working overtime.

All leave applications were rejected outright—marriage leave, sick leave, bereavement leave, no exceptions. Even a forecaster with his elderly mother in a hospital bed was kept on duty, with the sole reason: "The weather bureau can't do without you right now."

The telephone lines were occupied 24 hours a day, the fax machines spewed out paper day and night, and the supercomputer's cooling system emitted a constant low growl, like a steel beast locked deep in the computer room, panting anxiously in its cage.

Personnel in key positions are prohibited from turning off their mobile phones and must be on standby at all times.

Some people simply laid out sleeping bags under their desks, some set up cots next to the printers, and some set a personal record of not leaving the computing center for 72 consecutive hours. Everyone was waiting for a result, but that result was slow to emerge.

Three weeks ago, the Meteorological Agency submitted a formal report to the Chief Cabinet Secretary. The cover of the report was emblazoned with the words "Top Secret" in blood red, and only three people were authorized to open it.