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

"I really shouldn't have had any expectations of Genjiro. Look at the schedule he prepared for us."

Caesar looked at the itinerary Sakura handed him with a look of disgust. It was said that Genji had arranged it for them overnight, wanting the distinguished guests from headquarters to experience the beauty of Tokyo.

He probably guessed Genjiro's purpose in doing this, but even if he wanted to appease their anger caused by the discovery of the Dragon King, he should have included more "gentle comforts" in the documents, instead of what he did now!

The itinerary on the document was packed with activities, leaving them with almost no time to rest. After breakfast, they would rush to the Imperial Palace, visit it, and then head to Senso-ji Temple, followed by shopping.

"The Japanese are all perverts! They even treat tourism like a war. Their alarm clocks are their battle cry; as soon as the alarm goes off, they get out of bed and start fighting!"

Caesar's face darkened more and more as he looked at the schedule, and he handed it back to Sakura.

"I'd rather fight the Dragon King than have a piece of paper tell me what to do! Give this piece of trash back to your young master. I know that littering in Japan will get you fined. This was made by Genjiro. You're his assistant, so you're responsible for making it disappear from my sight."

"Damn it."

Chu Zihang nodded expressionlessly. He had also seen the itinerary on the document. To be honest, even he, who was considered too meticulous and stubborn, would doubt Yuan Zhisheng's mental state when he saw the contents. This did not seem like the treatment of normal tourists. Instead, it looked like a schedule for letting prisoners go out for a break in prison. This document was the whip responsible for supervising the prisoners.

He thought for a moment and then added:

"Furthermore, the 'charge' bugle is one of the combat bugle calls of the Chinese military. It was widely used during the War of Resistance against Japan and was known as 'Chinese-style spiritual warfare.' It is somewhat disrespectful of you to use this to describe a group of Japanese people."

"That was indeed rude, and I apologize for my behavior. They clearly don't reach that level."

Caesar shrugged.

Fingel stared at Caesar in disbelief, thinking to himself, "Chairman, have you forgotten that there's a genuine Japanese person right next to us... Oh, no, strictly speaking, there are two, but one of them completely ignored them, only having eyes for Lu Mingfei and a notebook."

Sakura silently accepted the documents from Caesar's hand, her face expressionless. She simply nodded slightly, uttered, "I will explain the suggestions of these distinguished guests to the young master," and then bowed deeply, her manners impeccable.

Fingel couldn't help but want to applaud Sakura, then turned to look at another Japanese person present.

Erii was chatting happily with Lu Mingfei, completely unaware of what was happening. She lowered her head to write in her notebook, then held it up for him to see.

Lu Mingfei responded to every question with an unprecedentedly gentle tone. Fingel felt a chill run down his spine, thinking to himself, "Is this the same guy who said yesterday that he would make all Japanese die a death heavier than Mount Tai?"

"Wow! They're clearly in a relationship!"

Old Tang said with a sly grin, "Looks like he's been through a lot while we weren't in touch. He managed to hook up with such a pretty girl without a word."

Fingel had almost forgotten about Old Tang. Aside from his reservations about Old Tang's inclusion, neither Caesar nor Chu Zihang had any objections to the Kassel College team. As for Lu Mingfei, Old Tang was his brother, and Fingel felt he wasn't quite up to that level.

So overnight, he was horrified to discover that his status in the team had plummeted to rock bottom, and he became even less friendly towards this guy:

"Isn't she beautiful? She's also the princess of the Japanese yakuza, the younger sister of a yakuza tycoon. Her status is incredibly high. The hotel you stayed at last night must have been luxurious, right?"

"It's really luxurious!"

Old Tang nodded. Since he was Lu Mingfei's friend, the Snake Clan naturally gave him preferential treatment. Because Old Tang was not a student of Kassel College, Sakura arranged a separate room for him, which was even more luxurious than the rooms for Caesar and the others.

"Your brother traded your looks for it."

Fingel rolled his eyes.

"What do you mean?"

"We can stay at the Peninsula Hotel because it's a branch of our school. We're on a business trip, so of course we have to stay in the most luxurious place in the area. Have you ever thought about why you can stay in such a nice place?"

Fingel looked at him with exasperation, "You're a smuggled immigrant, and the Japanese mafia didn't give you any trouble. They even treated you like a VIP. Clearly, someone is pulling strings behind the scenes!"

"You mean the money I'm spending now is all earned through selling myself?"

Old Tang was taken aback, finally understanding what Fingel meant. "No way! He's finally built his own life and found such a beautiful girlfriend. I can't let him ruin it all because of me!"

The more he thought about it, the more he felt this wouldn't work. He took a deep breath, hesitated for a few seconds, and then, with a look of self-sacrifice, walked towards Lu Mingfei.

He was going to tell Lu Mingfei that this was his own business and not worth Lu Mingfei sacrificing so much. At worst, he could go to customs now and be deported back to China. Anyway, even if he went back, he could still get a reward of ten million US dollars, which would be enough for the two of them to live on for a lifetime if they were frugal.

Fingel was dumbfounded, thinking to himself, "Dude, do you have to be so straightforward? Your expression looks like you're about to run up to Lu Mingfei, pull out a dagger, and die to prove your innocence!"

"Where do you think you messed up?"

Fingel quickly grabbed Old Tang, "Don't you think the underworld princess is beautiful? If I had a girlfriend that beautiful and powerful, I'd sell myself! I'd even cut off my kidney! And you actually think he's getting a bad deal!"

"One thing at a time; some things can't be changed just by having money or power."

Old Tang looked at Fingel seriously, which was unusual for him. "I can wish him well, but I can never use that to blackmail him into treating me well. I haven't had any reliable friends in the past few decades."

"Brother, you have a story to tell too?"

Fingel covered his face.

Old Tang was silent for half a minute, then scratched his head:

"I'm not afraid to tell you this, but before I met Mingming, I always felt like I didn't fit in with other people, so I never made any friends. Many people thought I was a weirdo."

"Sometimes I wonder what the meaning of life is? Making money, living, but living is just to make more money and then continue living. But I always feel that this is not living, it is just survival."

Old Tang paused for a moment, then said, "Do you understand what I mean? It's like there's a moment when you feel like the whole world has abandoned you, and nobody wants to listen to you. At that time, you feel very lonely and desperate, and you wish you could burn the whole world down. But suddenly someone jumps out at this moment and talks to you in some nonsense, and he understands everything you say. Then you won't feel so lonely anymore."

Fingel paused for a moment, then chuckled and nodded, thinking to himself, "Of course I understand! This is the Sorrow of Blood!"

He sighed, patted Old Tang on the shoulder forcefully, and turned to listen to Caesar's travel plans, only to meet Lu Mingfei's scrutinizing gaze.