Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei Returns from Warhammer Retirement

Chapter 223 The Emperor Warrior Comes Uninvited
"look into my eyes."

Chu Zihang grabbed his hair and forced him to look at him.

The bright golden pupils were as bright as the sun, and Qi Fu's golden pupils were also activated, but they were as dim as the remaining stars.

"You, you are also a mixed race."

he stammered.

The suppression of low-blood by high-blood hybrids is obvious, and it has surpassed the concept of social class, but an instinct in genes.

Chu Zihang reckoned that if Lu Mingfei showed his bloodliness, even the pure-blooded dragons would be suppressed, but unfortunately he would not be able to.

"Tell me, where is Guzman?"

he asked quietly.

"What are you doing with Boss Guzman?"

Chief tried to avoid the unsettling eyes, but couldn't.

"You just need to answer, no need to ask questions."

Chu Zihang said coldly.

"what!"

Chief uttered a scream, and it turned out that the crow had snapped off one of his fingers.

"Next time it will be three."

Crow said sinisterly, and his accented English further deepened Chief's fear.

"I don't know, I really don't know. Boss Guzman sleeps in a different house every day, only a few people know where he will sleep today."

he cried in horror.

"Who are you lying to?"

The crow has to use force in its gestures.

"Really. The agents of the Drug Enforcement Administration have come frequently recently. Boss Guzman is afraid that the Americans will attack him, so he dare not even go out of Culiacan. If I lie to you, I will let the Holy Mother spit on my soul."

Chief swears.

Mexicans believe in the Virgin Mary more than God and Christ, and the Virgin Mary is officially regarded as the patron saint of Mexico.

Although some clergy believe that this belief in the Virgin Mary is just a variant of the worship of the Aztec goddess, it has objectively greatly promoted the Mexicans' identification with Catholicism.

"You better know, otherwise, hehehe."

The crow took out a knife hidden somewhere and scratched Chief's spine.

"I heard from a doctor friend of mine that they generally use two methods when killing mice."

"One is the method of vertebral dislocation. The right hand grabs the tail of the rat and pulls it hard, while the left hand presses down firmly to separate the head from the spinal cord."

"One is the open pneumothorax method. The mouse is opened to form an open pneumothorax, and then suffocated to death."

He can't speak many words, so he uses Japanese instead.

But the movement of his hand made Qifu make up his meaning by himself, and a great terror arose spontaneously.

"You see which one you like. If you like the first one, you have to come down to Mr. Lu. We don't have that much strength. If you like the second one, both Mr. Chu and I are fine. I suggest you choose me, I am more has experience."

The crow suggested kindly.

Lu Mingfei walked over cooperatively, grabbing Qifu's head and legs with his big palms.

"I said I said it!"

he yelled brokenly.

Lu Mingfei withdrew his palm and looked down at him like a demon god.

"The boss asked me to send a large amount of good wine to a place. I guess Guzman should hold a banquet there today."

said Chief.

"Are you sure?"

Chu Zihang asked.

"I'm not sure, it could be his son. But I really don't know."

He shook his head dejectedly.

"Where is the address?"

"Say it, can I change my life?"

Chief asked expectantly.

"Say it."

The crow's knife went straight into his shoulder blade.

"I said I said, in Goose Castle."

Qifu directly reported a string of addresses.

"You can't die for a while."

Lu Mingfei said.

He breathed a sigh of relief immediately, and the tensed sphincter released.

"But you can't live either."

Qifu's eyes widened, and in the next second his eyes went black.

Lu Mingfei held him in his hand, went to the wall and inserted his fingers in it, and pulled it, a wall was thrown into the room.

The bright moonlight shone on him through the big hole, like a fairy or a demon.

"Let's go to Goose Castle."

The golden castle-style villa is brightly lit at the moment.

In the huge fountain pool in front of the castle, a black swan statue is gracefully spreading its wings.

There are more than a dozen white swans of different sizes in the pool, playing with the water boredly.

Mexico is not a habitat for swans, and only in winter certain species of swans fly north for the winter, which is now obsolete.

These swans were bought by Guzman from Europe with a lot of money, and they are of royal blood.

I don't know where the swan's royal blood came from, but it doesn't matter, as long as the certificate says so.

Guzman doesn't like these noisy and pulling water birds, he just wants to show his nobility and wealth.

Especially today.

He finally invited a few people from mixed-race families to be guests. Although these people did not have as much money and guns as him, their blood was much nobler than his.

In a mixed-race society, lower bloodlines mean lower status.

Guzman has seen those real nobles of high blood make shots, which is a force that cannot be resisted by manpower.

Although he controls the entire urban area of ​​Culiacan, even the government convoy cannot enter, but as soon as those adults make a move, he and his gang will immediately become a pile of minced meat.

He has been like this all his life, but if he can marry someone with high bloodlines, the offspring he will have will have the chance to be promoted to bloodlines.

Dragon blood is very strong, even if high blood and low blood are mated, it is possible to give birth to high blood offspring.

Therefore, except for some very conservative families, high-blood hybrids will not be very repulsed to mate with other low-blood.

Anyway, it is not only possible to have one, especially male mixed races are very open in this regard.

Of course, not everyone will do.

So Guzman spent a lot of time and money to finally have the opportunity of today's party, and this time it must be a success.

He summoned his three sons before him.

The eldest son, Ivan, is the child of Guzman and his first wife and is also his right-hand man.

He is not bad looking, he doesn't look like a drug addict, but like a government worker.

But in fact, he was ruthless, and he was the one who instigated the recent murder of detectives in the restaurant.

He also raised a lion, and anyone who displeased him would be chopped up and fed to the lion.

The second son, Fredo, is the younger brother of Ivan's mother, and they look alike.

Fredo is more interested in showing off his wealth than killing people. He often posts his sports cars, private jets and tiger cubs online. He is a playboy.

Generally speaking, he would use money to get the woman he wanted, but if the other party didn't want money, then he would let her know what cruelty was.

The third son, Dio, is Ivan's third brother and the most vicious of the three brothers.

He often picks up fights with other gangs or law and order, leading to violent fights.

Guzman has a headache for this, but he is very generous to his opponents and often takes the lead, so he is very popular among the middle and lower levels of the gang.

And Guzman also needs such a mad dog to demonstrate the force of the Culiacan Group, so he is also regarded highly.

As the eldest, he certainly has more than these few children, but these three brothers happen to be the most outstanding of his children, and they are also brothers of the first-milk compatriots.

Even if someone is not selected in the end, the relationship between each other will not fall out.

"Fredo, didn't I tell you to dress formally?"

Guzman looked at his second son and frowned.

For such a formal dinner, what would it look like to wear a floral shirt.

"Dad, it's so old that I still wear a suit and tie. Don't worry, I'm so handsome, there's no woman I can't take down. Besides, even if I fail, wouldn't there still be Ivan and Dior?"

Fredo said nonchalantly.

He doesn't want to marry any high-blooded mixed race at all. It's not certain who will ride who will ride. He doesn't like to be passive.

"Tell you, you must give me a good performance today, or I will freeze your account."

Guzman said viciously.

"Got it, Dad."

Threatened with death, Fredo calmed down immediately.

For a maniac who shows off his wealth like him, having his account frozen is worse than being shot.

"And you, Dior, don't show off your experience of fighting with other gangs with those ladies, it will make you look stupid."

Guzman looked at the third son again.

"Yes, Dad."

Dio frowned.

He doesn't dislike being ridden on it, but he just finds it boring.

But if he doesn't come, he will be imprisoned, and Dior can only temporarily succumb to his father's despotic power.

Guzman looked to his eldest son, Ivan, who nodded at him.

"Don't worry, Dad, I will work hard."

said Ivan.

"Ah."

Guzman said with satisfaction.

He is most at ease with this eldest son, calm and forbearing, and the occasional madness is also based on rationality.

If Ivan can give birth to a high-blood offspring, maybe he can really climb to a high position in the organization.

"It's almost time, let's all go down to greet the guests."

Guzman looked at the Rolex in his hand and said.

As the Vienna Orchestra invited by a huge sum of money began to play, tonight's distinguished guests also arrived at Gosberg one after another.

They were dressed in western dresses or traditional Mexican clothes, but no matter what they were wearing, they looked very confident.

Because they are all high-blooded mixed races, as long as they want to be a waste, they will become the best among ordinary people.

"Welcome, welcome all noble guests. Your arrival makes Goose Castle shine like the sun."

Guzman greeted him with his sons and said in a sincere and polite tone.

For the complete success of this banquet, he specially invited an etiquette team from England.

Tonight's decoration, wine, dishes, lines, etc. are all carefully designed.

"You are too kind, Mr. Guzman."

The lady in the middle of the guests said lightly.

"No, not at all. It is a great honor to have you agree to attend, Madame Vanou."

Guzman said respectfully.

The deceased husband of this beautiful widow was just an ordinary person, and she was the only one left in her family.

But she is still one of the most distinguished guests tonight, because the Vanu family is the oldest mixed-race family in the area.

In mixed-race societies, long history is often equated with high blood.

"Where are the people from the Lausanne family? Why haven't they come yet?"

Madame Vanou glanced around.

"Mr. Lausanne has something to delay, and he should be here soon, why don't we sit down and taste wine and listen to music?"

Guzman suggested.

The Lausanne family is another well-known mixed-race family in the local area. Its history is not as long as that of the Vanu family, but its population is more prosperous.

"Alright."

Mrs. Vanu agreed to his proposal and was about to lead everyone to their seats when the sound of a car came from outside the door.

"Mr. Lausanne should be here."

Guzman said.

Everyone stopped again, ready to wait for the members of the Lausanne family to sit down together.

The sound of the roaring engine did not stop, but was getting closer.

As soon as Guzman realized something was wrong, a domineering car crashed through the gate and rushed in.

"I'm sorry, everyone, we can only drive in if there is no parking outside."

Crow poked his head out of the car window and said with a smile.

(End of this chapter)