Dragon Raja: Oh no! Lu Mingfei has been diagnosed with depression!

The Peninsula Hotel.

"I never imagined the Japanese branch would be so despicable!"

Fingel clutched his heart, his face contorted with anguish. "They're trying to corrupt our souls with their beauty! You didn't see the way those waitresses looked at me—it was like they were fishing hooks!"

Is it possible that your soul has already been corrupted to the point of being nothing more than an empty shell?

Caesar paid little attention to the pretty waitresses; he was only interested in the dazzling array of wines in the wine cabinet. He went up, opened the transparent glass window, took out a bottle of red wine, and then took three wine glasses from the shelf next to him, filling them one by one.

"I think they have great taste. They booked us the most luxurious hotel in Tokyo and even prepared fine wines for us in the room."

Caesar downed the wine in his glass in one gulp. "They were still quite polite to us, but the young master didn't seem to like us much. He seemed a bit arrogant... and his assistant was corrupted by him too."

"So, Chairman, you also know that they're not too fond of you? Then why were you and the President provoking them just now?"

Fingel looked miserable; to be honest, he was genuinely terrified by what he had just witnessed, fearing that a fight might break out at any moment.

"How can that be considered a provocation?"

Caesar said nonchalantly, "He should be honored. He did nothing and yet he received the joint recognition of Chu Zihang and me. You should know that very few people in this world can have such an honor."

Fingel was dumbfounded. He thought to himself, "With Boss Lu not here, Chairman, you've revealed your true colors. You need to understand, you went to their territory to pick a fight with their young master. That's clearly a blatant provocation, but in your mouth, it's become Genji's honor."

Compared to you, Genjiro's arrogance is like a small fish seeing a shark!

"Shouldn't we be more discreet? We're currently on the territory of the Japanese branch."

Fingel scratched his head, already sensing that his internship was about to face its most severe test from the very beginning. He had no idea what new ideas the three leaders in his group would come up with next.

"Am I not low-key enough?"

Caesar was somewhat confused.

"Chairman, your face practically screams 'I'm the boss, I'm number one!' And it's the kind with built-in LED strips—it's hard not to notice you on the street!"

Fingel sighed. "Don't you have some misunderstanding about what 'keeping a low profile' means?"

"Isn't this normal? Wouldn't it be even more abnormal if someone as handsome as me walked down the street and nobody looked at me?"

Caesar touched his face. "Lu Mingfei is the real high-profile one. I checked the other group of people who came to pick him up. They are all high-ranking officials in the Japanese government, the kind who are often on TV. Their mobilization is much more explosive than the yakuza blocking the airport."

Fingel fell silent. To be honest, he was also very curious about how Lu Mingfei had managed to do it. He had witnessed the respect that the Japanese branch showed to Lu Mingfei along the way.

Lu Mingfei did not go back to the hotel with them. When they came down from Genji Heavy Industries, the young high-ranking official they had seen during the day was waiting for Lu Mingfei in his car downstairs. The beautiful female assistant next to Yuan Zhisheng had to bow to him when she saw him.

However, the other party acted very humble in front of Lu Mingfei, opening the car door like a driver, and only jogging to get into the car after Lu Mingfei was seated.

"There are only three bedrooms in this suite. Lu Mingfei was probably assigned to another room and will not be staying with us."

Chu Zihang went to the bedroom in the suite and looked around. "The Japanese branch really treats us well. The bedroom is decorated according to our individual preferences."

"Oh! It's discrimination again."

Caesar shrugged and took a look around his bedroom. "My bedroom is decorated in a European style, and the furniture is all from top luxury brands. There's also my favorite crystal chandelier. It seems the Japanese branch really knows us well."

"What will I have in my room? Furniture made of gold or diamond-encrusted slippers?"

Fingel rubbed his hands together expectantly as he opened the bedroom door, peeked inside, and his face darkened a few seconds later.

"I disagree, Mr. Chairman. The Japanese branch doesn't know all of us. At the very least, they don't know that I like things that sparkle. I haven't seen any gold or diamonds that sparkle in my room."

"Wow! Your bedroom looks so romantic, it even has ambient lighting, but what's with all those dolls?"

Caesar entered Fingel's bedroom, and curiously reached out to pinch the exquisite life-size doll displayed in the room. "What kind of mannequin is this? It's so realistic, the skin feels almost like a real person's. Is there a steel frame inside?"

"Although there were no rhinestone-studded slippers, there were rhinestone-studded stockings."

Caesar was playing with the doll with great interest, thoroughly enjoying himself. Suddenly, something occurred to him. He pulled up the doll's long skirt, his eyes lighting up. Pointing to the rhinestone-studded stockings on the doll's legs, he turned to look at Fingel:

"Isn't this dazzling enough? But why do they put so many mannequins in your bedroom?"

Caesar was about to look around when Fingel roughly pulled him out and locked the bedroom door behind him.

"It's possible that the people at the Japanese branch have gone mad."

Fingel said very seriously that he dared not let Caesar watch any more; if Caesar took two more steps forward, he would find that the bookshelves were actually filled with videotapes, the boxes painted with alluring women.

"Let's go have a drink, Chairman. Tomorrow you'll be sparring with the young master of the Snake Clan. Tonight, we should raise a glass and celebrate tomorrow's victory in advance!"

"But I still want to know what those dolls are. I think they're quite cute..."

Caesar was still somewhat curious.

Fingel's expression changed, thinking to himself, "Chairman, please stop guessing. If you keep guessing, you might lose me forever!"

As he struggled to drag Caesar to the bar in the living room, he cursed the Japanese branch in his mind. "Damn it! I know you guys are awesome, knowing all our preferences, but who would stuff this kind of stuff into someone else's room?! Are you trying to make sure your reputation isn't bad enough already?!"

"Fingal's room was filled with Japanese sex artifacts, those exquisite dolls that resembled inflatable dolls, which were said to provide comfort to lonely men at night."

Chu Zihang said quietly from behind Fingel, "Clearly, this is the real temptation of beauty that the Japanese branch has prepared for Fingel."

Fingel froze, covering his face with his hands. He had forgotten that Chu Zihang had also been in his room. The reason that guy had been silent just now was because he was looking up what those dolls were on his phone.

His lifelong reputation is completely ruined!

Caesar repeated the phrase, which sounded like something out of a foreign language, before belatedly realizing what it meant and being startled:

"So this is the kind of person you are?"