Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei Returns from Warhammer Retirement

Chapter 83 Hey Eat Hey

When Fingel saw chapter No.18 of the manga stored on the mobile phone, the car finally came to meet them.

Two people got on and off the white Toyota truck, one tall and the other short, with bulging waists.

"Murasame?"

The tall man asked in Chinese, with a fairly standard accent.

"Professional certification?"

Chu Zihang asked back.

"it's me."

The other party's reply was as concise and clear as his hunter ID.

After confirming his identity, the tall man winked at the short man, and the latter took out three sets of documents from the car.

Chu Zihang took the documents and looked through them. Both of them are Americans, and their appearance is actually somewhat similar to them.

"We are professionals."

Seeing his surprise, the tall man said proudly.

"Is the bottom clean?"

Fingel once again showed the strength of his old fritters.

"Don't worry, it's all very clean. You bought the most expensive set meal, so I won't cheat you. We want word of mouth."

said the tall man.

They hadn't registered on the hunter website for a long time, but they were okay according to the reviews, so Chu Zihang chose them.

Lu Mingfei nodded to Chu Zihang, who opened the box and took out a thick stack of dollars.

Because they were worried that the Japanese branch would monitor the bank flow, they prepared a lot of cash.

Looking at the six identical boxes, a trace of greed flashed in the tall man's eyes.

"You brought a lot of cash."

he asked seemingly inadvertently.

"Yeah, did you see these boxes? It's full of money. Our brother came to Japan to do big business."

Finger said with a smile.

"what business?"

asked the tall one.

"Of course it's the drug business."

Fingal replied.

"Uh?"

The tall man got stuck for a while.

Did this group of people do something wrong when they came to Japan to do drug business?
Although the drug market in Japan is not small, it is still a drug-free country after all.

Wouldn't it be good to go to Southeast Asia and Mexico if you want to be an addict?

"Our boss heard that the Japanese are rich and out of stock, so he sent us to explore the way first and make some connections. Do you have any connections?"

I have to say that Fingal's performance as the heartless drug dealer is really lifelike, just like his true self.

"Yes, of course. Let's go to the car and talk about it."

The tall man said enthusiastically.

He made a concealed gesture with his hand behind him, and the short man's hand quietly touched his waist.

"Let's not get in the car."

Fingal shook his head.

"Ah, isn't this car suitable?"

The tall man asked with a smile.

"It's fine, I'm just afraid we'll break the car and we'll have to walk into town."

Fingal shook his head.

"what?!"

The tall man immediately realized that something was wrong, he swiped his hands on his waist like lightning, and instantly pointed two scorpion submachine guns at the three of them.

This miniature submachine gun is only a little larger than a pistol, but it has a super powerful ammunition capacity and rate of fire.

Although the short bullets of the 7.65×17mm Browning pistol are not powerful, they are enough to knock the enemy into a hornet's nest.

He squeezed the trigger fiercely, only to find that no bullets were fired.

The tall man looked at the gun in his hand in shock. It had been cut off in half, along with his fingers.

"what!"

The pain from his fingers to his heart made him howl, but the next second he was gagged by the muzzle of the gun.

"Crying? If you cry, you have to explode your head."

Fingel threatened with a smile, and the tall man immediately clenched his gun.

Here he restrained the tall man, while Chu Zihang killed the short man who was trying to draw his gun.

Sealing his throat with a sword, the short man didn't even have a chance to scream.

There is no release of words, and no golden pupils. Obviously, these are two ordinary people.

"You don't have to be a mixed race to dare to eat and eat. Are all the dealers of armor certificates so brave now?"

Even Fingel was shocked by the arrogance of the two men.

The tall man blinked aggrievedly.

Money touches people's hearts, and six boxes of dollars are placed there, no one will be confused when looking at it.

They also want to make money as dealers of A licenses. As long as this wave of Hey Chi Hey is successful, they can go to Roppongi directly to live their retirement life.

Hey, hey, they've done it several times, who knew the idea was so tricky this time.

You are so good, tell me earlier, is it interesting to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger?

It's a good thing to be eaten by Hey Hey, and now they don't have to find information dealers anymore.

To be able to get so many half-truths and half-fake documents, this person must be a local snake.

Throwing the short man into Tokyo Bay, the three of them took the tall man hostage and boarded the car.

"Three bosses, I will cooperate with you in whatever you want to do, can you let me treat the wound first."

Due to excessive blood loss, the tall man's face gradually turned pale.

He is not a mixed race, this kind of injury can already be fatal.

"Want to go to the hospital? Think us stupid."

After all, Fingel still bandaged him.

"Don't go to the hospital, go, go to the underground clinic."

The tall man gasped.

"Show me the way."

Following the guidance of the tall man, they raced all the way through the streets of Tokyo.

It is still early in the morning, and there are not many vehicles on the roads in Tokyo.

As for speeding and running red lights?Anyway, their points are not deducted.

The truck stopped in front of the door of a building, and the tall man had passed out by this time.

To be able to survive the severe pain and blood loss until now is indeed a ruthless person who dares to eat and eat mixed races.

I rang the doorbell several times, but there was no response from inside.

After waking up the tall man to confirm that it was here, Lu Mingfei kicked open the iron gate.

He was about to kick open the anti-theft door again when a panicked voice came from inside.

"Don't come here, I'll call the police if you come here again."

Although he couldn't understand what was said, Lu Mingfei probably guessed what it meant, so he raised the tall man to the cat's eyes.

"He Yegang? What's wrong with you?"

"The finger was chopped off. Quickly open the door and save me."

The tall man said weakly.

It's hard to say why, but the people inside opened the door anyway.

A thin, middle-aged man in pajamas looked at them with a wince, a chef's knife in his hand.

"Where?"

Lu Mingfei ignored his vigilance and asked in English.

The underground doctor hesitated and did not answer right away.

"Kuya, you bastard, you won't feel better if I die here."

He Yegang cursed with the last bit of strength.

"follow me."

Hisayaki gritted his teeth and took them to the basement.

The camouflage of this underground clinic is well done, the first floor is a regular dental clinic, and the basement is a standard surgical operating room.

Jiu Yashu sewed up Tsuru Yegang's fingers, and Lu Mingfei worked as an equipment nurse.

Fortunately, he worked part-time as a pharmacist for a while, and he was quite competent.

Finger amputation surgery is very common in industrial countries, and the technical content is not very high.

However, amputation of ten fingers is very rare, and it does not happen once in a year in a country.

If a certain doctor surnamed Ling knew about this, he would probably charter a plane to Japan directly to request this operation.

But Hisayaki was not happy. If he still pursued medical skills, he would not open an underground clinic.

It took eight hours for the operation to be completed, and this was because Finger's clean and tidy cuts greatly reduced the difficulty of suturing.

After the operation, Hisayaki ignored these murderers of unknown origin and ran to the bedroom to lie down.

"You're awake. The operation was a success."

The first thing He Ye saw when he woke up was Finger's big face.

He rolled his eyes in horror.

"If you faint again, you will sleep forever."

Fingel reminded kindly.

He Ye just let out a wry smile, trying to open his eyelids.

"Ask you a few questions, dare to tell a lie, and move your head."

Fingal said.

"What if you can't answer it?"

He Yegang asked carefully.

"Can't answer? Then I have to move my head!"

Fingel stared.

At this moment, his heart felt flustered, and he had long wanted to perform this kind of interrogation scene, and today he finally got his wish.

"He who knows the current affairs is a hero, you can ask."

He Yegang sighed.

"How did you steal my lines?"

Fingel was upset, and he couldn't even answer the next sentence.

"Do business."

Lu Mingfei gave a reminder.

This guy is easy to use, but his personality is too detached.

Fortunately, he was under his hands. If he was in the Imperial Fists, he might not be wearing pain gloves every day.

Fingal shrugged, regretfully skipping unnecessary lines.

"Do you know the Bajia of Sheqi?"

he asked.

"I know, they are the head of all Japanese Heidos."

Tsuruno nodded.

"anything else?"

asked Fingal.

"What else?"

He Yegang was a little confused.

"Is there anything that ordinary people don't know?"

He Yegang thought hard for a while, and asked carefully.

"Is it true that the Tamazao former club is the property of the Sheqi Eight Family?"

"Barely count, is there any more confidential news?"

Fingel was quite interested in this news, but he knew that his team leader probably wasn't very interested.

"I really don't know."

He Ye just thought for a while and couldn't figure it out, almost crying.

Except for eating and drinking, he is basically a craftsman of his duty, and he doesn't know how to deal with the family, nor does he pay special attention to the affairs of the family.

Fingel's original cynical expression cooled down instantly, and the sword edge reached his neck in a flash.

He could almost feel the blade cutting through his flesh.

"I'll give you another chance, do you know about a drug called 'God's Blood'?"

asked Fingal.

"I, I don't know."

"Then you are useless, what a pity."

Fingel shook his head, and was about to exert force with his hands.

"I don't know, but I know a drug dealer, and he sure does."

He Yegang yelled loudly, his voice was not at all like someone who just had an operation.

"what is his name?"

asked Fingal.

"His name is Takazo Koyama, and he is also an underground doctor, but he always helps out in a friend's private clinic. But he secretly develops drugs and sells them in the clinic."

He Yegang said hastily.

"How did you know?"

"I know a person who is addicted, and he bought addictive products from Takazo Koyama. And he said that the products made by Takashi Koyama are very powerful, and one gram is worth several grams of others."

He Ye just replied.

This description does sound suspicious.

"Where can I find him?"

Lu Mingfei asked.

"I don't know, but Kuyashu should know that they are colleagues."

He Yegang decisively sold the underground doctor who had just saved his life.

Lu Mingfei nodded to Chu Zihang, who immediately walked out of the underground operating room.

A few minutes later, Chu Zihang came back.

"I gave him a thousand dollars and he confessed."

"Brother, are you sure you heard right?"

Fingel was a little worried.

He had already experienced the power of Japanese English.

"I knew, so I made him write it down."

Chu Zihang took out a note.

"witty."

Fingal gave a thumbs up.

The address is there, but they still need a guide.

Three pairs of eyes looked at the shivering Tsunogo at the same time.

(End of this chapter)