Lu Mingfei: What? They're all real!

"So, don't be impulsive." Xia Mi finally breathed a sigh of relief. "Listen to me, that place has a lot of mixed races. It must be the location of the Japanese branch that Angers mentioned. If they don't let you in, are you going to fight your way to the roof? If that girl is really there, she'll be scared to death. You don't want her to be afraid of you, do you?"

“That’s right.” Zero unusually agreed with Xia Mi.

“But…” Lu Mingfei began to speak.

"There's no 'buts,' I've already thought it through for you." Xia Mi could only try to make up for her mistake. "You're in the observation period, so it's not convenient for you to go to that kind of place, but Zero can. Let her go there and try her luck. We'll head in opposite directions to expand the search area. Besides, it's just a guess that the girl is there; maybe she's not even there?"

Lu Mingfei pondered, admitting that he was somewhat persuaded by the quick-witted Miss Xia Mi...

“No.” Zero shook his head at this moment.

"What?" Xia Mi winked, hinting to Ling not to mess things up at the crucial moment.

“I think we should be in a group of two, and you can be in a group of yourself.” Zero pointed to himself and Xia Mi, his eyes gleaming with wisdom.

She was tricked once this morning, but she won't fall for it a second time.

Lu Mingfei pondered for a moment, then nodded solemnly.

……

"You're a troublemaker, you're harming others and yourself!" Xia Mi said angrily to Ling beside her as they walked down the street.

"Hmm." Zero now seemed to have a faint smile on her face, mocking the girl beside her. She repeated, "It really does harm both yourself and others."

"I didn't mean to be nosy, but who knew he hadn't noticed this at all..." Xia Mi muttered to herself, half complaining to the girl beside her, "Honestly, why take it so seriously... But speaking of which, do you think that girl is at that Genji Heavy Industries?"

Zero remained silent, blinking as he gazed at the towering building.

"Let's just pretend to walk around the building a couple of times. What if we actually find someone up there?" Xia Mi muttered. "We won't be able to explain ourselves then. Lying is bad, but if we don't lie, wouldn't that be even worse?"

She definitely didn't want to see a girl he cared about like that...

Zero stopped talking; she was actually a little conflicted...

“Yes, that’s it. We’ll search every nook and cranny, dawdle around, and ask the local earth god a couple of questions. That’ll be enough to make up for the eel rice he treated us to.” Xia Mi continued to tempt the girl beside her.

She whispered, "You'd better think this through. Look at that guy. If he really gets his way, he might spend every day and night with that girl. Hmph, Miss Ling, if that happens, you'd better pray that the girl isn't petty, or you'll have to say goodbye to him."

Zero reacted, turning her head and nodding slightly. After a pause, she nodded emphatically. Although she had no intention of betraying them, what Xia Mi said... wasn't entirely unreasonable.

"Right?" Xia Mi raised an eyebrow with delight, her words flowing freely. Her tone became exaggerated as she pointed to a secluded alleyway by the roadside, clearly deserted. "I think this place is quite suspicious. Shall we go check it out?"

Zero silently agreed.

They turned into the alley, and behind them followed someone who had been keeping watch for days, a toothpick in his mouth.

……

Lu Mingfei followed the red lines and found that, apart from Xia Mi, there were two other red lines that were particularly prominent in the city. One line pointed to Genji Heavy Industries, while the other line pointed to the exact opposite location and was much thicker and heavier than the former.

This red line is essentially a resonance with bloodline; the thicker it is, the higher the concentration of bloodline, and the more dangerous it is.

Although he himself did not want to cause trouble, he was even less willing to hand over the more dangerous side to them. It wasn't just because of his greatly increased "sense of responsibility," but also because of a bit of expectation. He always felt that... the more dangerous the place, the easier it would be to achieve his wishes.

Just like playing a video game, the more difficult the level, the richer the reward.

He traversed streets and alleys, through crowds and traffic, through buildings and highways. The buildings became increasingly sparse, and the sun began to penetrate the ground. He had almost reached a somewhat remote place, and the line grew ever stronger. His fervent heart was revitalized and began to beat powerfully. He was so eager that he could not contain himself.

Finally, he turned the last corner and saw it—

A deformed creature with twisted scales, and corpses gnawed and mutilated everywhere.

Chapter 135 Director of the Execution Bureau, Genjiro

Lu Mingfei stood frozen at the intersection.

As darkness fell, a golden light shimmered in the pitch-black alley, flowing from the monster's eyes. It was undoubtedly a descendant of dragons, but it was no longer human; it was a monster called "Deadpool."

Lu Mingfei had already learned this in his courses at the academy. He himself knew nothing about hybrids or what happened after the "fall of the emperor," but the teaching at Kassel was dedicated and filled this gap for him. Even Guderian, who taught dragon biology, gave him extra lessons and showed him a Deadpool specimen...

He was pretty sure it was a Deadpool, but he had a vague feeling that something was wrong... He felt that the blood flowing in this monster was different from the kind of blood he was familiar with.

The monster suddenly raised its head, its dazzling golden eyes tinged with blood. It could no longer be called human; only instinctive savagery and murderous intent controlled its body. It silently gazed at the living humans around it, like a shark that had smelled blood. It scrutinized the boy standing at the crossroads, slowly discarding the corpse in its hands. It preferred living people with dragon blood to ordinary people and inanimate objects.

It wanted to satisfy its appetite.

"Don't do this, just kill yourself, okay? I don't want to do it." Lu Mingfei looked distressed as he raised his hand to persuade the creature that had long since lost its mind.

What bad luck! Lu Mingfei muttered to himself. Instead of seeing a pretty girl, he was targeted by an ugly monster. What's the difference between this and having an online romance with a cool, aloof black-haired beauty with an artistic name like "The Mark of Sunset," only to find out upon arrival that she's actually a heavy tank that's 160cm tall and weighs 160kg?

Deadpool, of course, couldn't understand his words. It drooled and exhaled a pale white breath from its mouth. Then it suddenly attacked, its twisted body as black as ink, leaving a trail of afterimages in the air. It was extremely fast, almost as fast as a speeding Shinkansen train. In the blink of an eye, it rushed from twenty or thirty meters away to Lu Mingfei.

Given Lu Mingfei's physical abilities, he wouldn't have been able to dodge the impact; he's not considered to have exceptionally strong physical attributes.

A while ago, some girls in the college, who were like fangirls, forced him to play soccer. Everyone was so enthusiastic that Lu Mingfei couldn't refuse, so he grinned and went onto the field. When he was fighting with the girls for half the ball, he was kicked higher than the ball. Fortunately, Ling was always by his side, which prevented him from falling face-first and suffering a tragic disfigurement.

The girls immediately surrounded her. The culprit apologized, saying she was really sorry for not holding back. The other girls tapped her on the head and called her an idiot, saying that President Lu could cut even the second-generation seed to pieces, how could he lose to you in a strength contest? He was probably just protecting you.

The girl who was supposed to be the culprit immediately turned around, her face full of admiration, and clenched her fist, vowing to go all out next time she fought. The girls around her teased her, saying that Chairman Lu would definitely show off his unparalleled killing skills, and then no one present would be able to escape.

Lu Mingfei could only laugh awkwardly, thinking to himself, "Girl, you absolutely mustn't use too much force, or you'll see how Chairman Lu performs the feat of disintegrating the human body into several parts, just like the Majinmaru from Dragon Ball Z..."

However, those girls were absolutely right about one thing—Lu Mingfei's destructive power was unmatched.

The sound waves rippled gently, moving steadily and leisurely, followed by the command to slaughter, which pierced through the Deadpool's body vertically.

The monster that pounced on them was split in two perfectly, as if it had been cut in two at the atomic level. The blue dragon scales that could withstand bullets cracked open like soda crackers, and then the entire body was split open.

Two pieces of the body slid past Lu Mingfei on either side, and the gushing blood splattered all over his face, hissing and steaming.

Lu Mingfei suddenly felt nauseous. Although it wasn't his first time killing monsters, his face was covered in sticky blood, which smelled pungent and disgusting, making his stomach feel very uncomfortable.

But he didn't want to vomit. He also felt that he was very familiar with the taste of blood. This stuff made him feel at ease, as if he were the Bloody Mary who terrified all of Europe in the sixteenth century, and he was going to bathe in blood. He even couldn't help but smile, because the violent demon in his body had finally found nourishment.

"Target spotted!" A voice suddenly came from the rooftop, like a ninja lurking in the shadows in legend.

Lu Mingfei wiped the sticky blood from his eyes.

It was now completely dark, everything shrouded in darkness, but within the darkness, several pairs of eyes gleamed with golden light. Only now did Lu Mingfei understand why the red thread he was pursuing was so thick—

So many people were lurking in this narrow alley that the red threads of blood ties became tangled together.

"kill!"

The harsh Japanese was like a command, and all the ambushers moved in unison. They seemed to have no intention of saying anything; this was clearly a trap they had set, and now that their prey had taken the bait, they were about to close the net.

Amidst the howling sounds of killing, Lu Mingfei vaguely understood a term—"the Fierce Ghost Gang." They were probably members of some kind of gang, engaging in a gangland shootout here.

"Stop, stop!" Lu Mingfei tried to persuade these guys. Killing a monster that could be described as twisted was one thing, but killing a humanoid human who could speak seemed to be beyond his limits.

No one slowed down because of this. The killing intent from several directions was like a net from heaven and earth. The katana gleamed coldly, its light flashing as it approached Lu Mingfei. Accompanying it were the controlled words of power, including the word power "Moment," which could accelerate the user's speed and was especially deadly in combat. Before Lu Mingfei's words could even fall to the ground, the cold blade of the katana was already close to his throat.

Strangely, Lu Mingfei took this momentous step without any hindrance or hesitation, as if he were born without regard for human life, as if he were born with the awareness to take lives—

The rage that had been raging within him at all times finally took over at this moment. There was no girl beside him who he didn't need to worry about getting hurt, nor was there any girl who would hold his hand and try to calm him down. He was no longer restrained at all, and the order to slaughter floated out of his mouth indifferently. He was even happy to see all of this.

Perhaps there were ten people, perhaps more; he was too lazy to count how many lives were lost. Near or far, within the arc centered on him, everything was robbed of its vitality. The judgment fell to the ground, and all fell silent. Even the gleaming samurai sword shattered into pieces of steel…

Not to mention human flesh and blood.

Lu Mingfei stood amidst the blood and flesh as if standing on his own throne. He cleaned the bits of flesh from his face and muttered a complaint about how troublesome it was.

But an even bigger problem was about to arise—

Footsteps echoed from the darkness opposite, and a man carrying a long sword with a dark red sheath appeared. He did not conceal his face, stepping out of the darkness to reveal his rather effeminate beauty. His fair skin had the texture of marble, and he exuded a light scent, like a glass of sake.

The man looked down and surveyed the scene, then clicked his tongue.

"Truly brutal, it seems certain to be a ghost..." the man muttered to himself, then drew his blade, a crisp clanging sound echoing through the air.

He raised his head, drew his sword, and pointed it directly at you, his voice like a verdict: "I announce the verdict of our clan to you. Your fate is to be annihilated. This is the fate of all ghosts, without exception."

Lu Mingfei had just finished cleaning the stuff off his lips when he retorted in Japanese, "You're the ghost! You crawled out of the dark and scared me half to death."

"I am not a ghost, I am the executor of ghosts." The man's voice was flat and light.

Then, as if by samurai etiquette, he introduced himself: "Director of the Executive Bureau of the Japanese Branch of Kassel College, Genjiro."

Chapter 136 This battle must be bloody

"Kassel?" Lu Mingfei's lips curled up, and his tone rose in a cheerful voice. "Nice to meet you! It's great to run into an alumnus! I—"

Although Angers had earnestly warned him before he came not to have anything to do with the Japanese branch, the situation was different now, and he was happy to have met "like-minded people" at this moment.

But Lu Mingfei's words were interrupted by the clang of a sword in the air. Genji drew his sword—he had already drawn it, but somehow had sheathed it again, as if everything that had just happened was merely to fulfill the ritual of announcing one's name while holding a sword—

Genjiro was certainly not just doing pointless, superficial work; it was a technique called "Iai." Japanese martial arts philosophy is quite peculiar: a sword is considered dead once it's drawn, but alive while it's still in its sheath. Even after the sword is drawn, it must be sheathed before being drawn again.

He strode forward at a speed far exceeding human limits, rushing forward like a streak of lightning, his blade gleaming coldly.

Before Lu Mingfei could finish speaking, the blade was already close to his chest.

Yuan Zhisheng swung his blade horizontally, slicing towards Lu Mingfei's chest, about an inch below. For some reason, he deliberately held back, avoiding the heart, which could have been fatal with a single blow, but it was still enough to be considered a fatal strike.

Lu Mingfei didn't even have the space or opportunity to react. The speed difference between him and the executive director named Yuan Zhisheng was too great, leaving him no room to maneuver. He couldn't dodge or run away; only a head-on confrontation could prevent him from getting hurt.

Shine——

The clanging of swords rang out, and an invisible blade of air condensed from the air, protecting Lu Mingfei's chest. It clashed with Yuan Zhisheng's longsword, blocking the blow that could easily cut through flesh. However, Lu Mingfei was not safe. Although the blade of air formed by the wind blocked the sword's cutting force, the subsequent impact had no room for buffering.

It was as if he was wearing a bulletproof vest and was hit by a shotgun. Lu Mingfei was sent flying into the air, flying several meters. He crashed into the outer wall of the building and felt as if several of his bones were broken.

“A very novel move, I’ve never seen one like it before.” Genji spoke again, swinging his sword to regain his stance and stepping forward once more.

"Hey, can't you at least ask who I am first?" Lu Mingfei said anxiously, starting to speak Chinese.

He wasn't afraid at all; his anxiety stemmed from his desperate attempt to suppress himself. He had heard the name "Kassel Japan Branch," and he could no longer dismember people like he had done with the evil forces that were mingling with Deadpool.

The long sword once again aimed straight for Lu Mingfei's throat, but this time it avoided vital points, seemingly targeting his collarbone and clavicle. Genji didn't seem so cruel.

Lu Mingfei was once again sent flying in the same manner. He vowed that he would have to find a way to improve his physical fitness in the future. The human body was too weak and was a complete burden in battle.

"I am a student of the main campus, a student of the Kassel main campus," Lu Mingfei shouted anxiously.

“I don’t think that will happen. Headquarters never sends students here. That’s the rule.” Genji shook his head. He didn’t believe it was possible at all. “You’re a lying devil. You’re a lying devil.”

"Is this a name you made up? You really won't listen to a single human word?" Lu Mingfei felt the violence in his heart becoming increasingly difficult to suppress, and he was now on the verge of a dilemma: "To kill or not to kill."

“You’re not human, you’re a ghost, so there’s no point in arguing, and I won’t listen. These corpses all over the ground are evidence of your crimes,” Genji said coldly. “You escaped from Care School last night after using the Molotov cocktail, didn’t you? That’s no good. You won’t evolve into a dragon because of it; you’ll only lose your life.”

"I'll go." Lu Mingfei sighed helplessly.

Reasoning with him won't work. This guy is stubborn and speaks in a way that's like gibberish. He doesn't even bother with explanations of terms, so how can anyone understand him? What Molotov cocktail? Are you playing Counter-Strike?

Then, very easily, Lu Mingfei felt the scales in his heart tip sharply toward the side of "killing." In fact, he had already felt this way several minutes earlier, but he calmed down a little after hearing the name of Kassel.

But not now. He's no longer calm. No "limiter" made up of girls can restrain his behavior. Any creature that dares to offend his dignity should be executed, no matter what kind of executive director or anyone else. They're no different from a piece of meat lying on the ground.

The man in the long black robe stepped forward once again, as swift as the wind, but this time, the long sword seemed a little off as he swung it... It was too light, much lighter, as if the blade didn't exist.

Genjiro swung his sword across the chest of the man who stood motionless in the night, but he couldn't cut through the man's skin. When the sword was returned to its place, he was shocked to find that the blade had been broken.

With a clang, the blade fell to the ground. Genji was unusually stunned during the battle. He never expected that his sword, "Spider Cutter," would be broken in battle. It was a legendary weapon, inscribed with "The evil spirits of Spider Mountain lurk at night," a true legend. It remained sharp even after hundreds of years, but now this divine weapon was broken.

But what's even more terrifying is that he didn't even realize how it happened...

Genji felt a chill run down his spine and dared not be careless. He immediately drew another short sword, much shorter, and held up the hilt of this sword without a blade, striking a pose similar to the "Niten Ichi-ryu" style. He looked like a master swordsman, his skill was superb and flawless.

He dared not act rashly.

But then a new attack came. It was as if something had passed through it, and the other knife in his hand suddenly became light and airy, making a clanging sound as the "Child Cutter" was also cut in half.

Invisible blades of energy formed a cage, trapping him in its center. Countless blades of energy swirled around its trajectory, weaving a net of destruction. Yuan Zhisheng observed everything indifferently. He twisted his head, and crackling sounds emanated from his body, as if they came from the very marrow of his bones. Then he stretched out his arm, letting the blades of energy slice through his clothes and then through his skin—

But the air blades failed to cut through his bones. The air blades that could cut through steel shattered like glass. Yuan Zhisheng waved his hand, cutting a gap in the wind blade cage. Then he bent his leg and exerted force, creating a sonic boom that echoed through the narrow alley. The glass of the buildings shattered in sequence. He emerged like a demon with a roar, his palm aimed straight for Lu Mingfei's throat.

Lu Mingfei also resembled a demon. He was still covered in Deadpool's blood, with white steam rising from his body like a demon emerging from hell. It's not entirely unfair to blame Genji for not giving him a chance to explain; he certainly didn't seem like a kind human being...

Or rather, he was not a kind human being.

Lu Mingfei exhaled, the command to slaughter gathering at his lips—

Bloodshed is inevitable between the two sides.

But the gunfire from afar abruptly halted the fight. Like a roar, it was undoubtedly the sound of an anti-materiel rifle, capable of easily piercing steel, including steel bones, and aimed straight at Genji's head. The man, who had lunged forward like a whirlwind, was now unable to change direction and was about to be hit by the bullet.

Chapter 137 Isn't this Zero's long-legged friend?

Genjiro was never afraid of death; he had long ago thrown his life into the trash heap.

But at that moment, a dark red crystal shot towards his eyes, like a deadly hand reaching out from hell, and he felt a chill run down his spine.