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

"Is this the training you were talking about that you'd take us through?"

Caesar raised an eyebrow. Under the dazzling, almost eerie neon lights, dozens of long, white legs, almost translucent, treaded graceful arcs before their eyes. The dancers' necklines were wide open, their fair, jade-like skin reflecting a jewel-like luster under the lights, and their eyes revealed a spring-like allure, like shimmering water.

"Yes, that's the kind of training I did the night before I started learning swordsmanship. Although I don't quite understand why the Japanese would consider this kind of activity as a form of training, it did give me a clearer understanding of swords."

Lu Mingfei said calmly, "I learned this from the head of the Inuyama family. It is said that he was the most powerful swordsman in the Snake Clan when he was young, so I think there should be some merit in it."

"You even know that?"

Caesar was somewhat surprised; this was the second time tonight that he had heard about the secrets of the Snake Clan from Lu Mingfei.

"I know a lot more, but in short, you should focus on your cultivation first. Time is tight, so you need to get into the best state as soon as possible. Also, I have made an appointment with someone; we have an event tonight."

"I don't think that just watching beautiful women dance can invigorate us."

Caesar shrugged and looked around. "However, this place is a bit too shabby. If you think this kind of behavior is also a form of spiritual practice, I can book you the most luxurious nightclub in Japan. We can practice there."

He was eager to make his move, waiting only for Lu Mingfei's nod before pulling out his phone to book a nightclub in Shinjuku. In Caesar's eyes, this place was really not worthy of the three of them.

The sofas in the booth area were made of artificial leather, which felt stiff and like sitting on a piece of wood. The bar was also very basic, and Caesar could hardly find any alcoholic beverages that he could name.

He looked up and admired the women dancing in front of them. Even with his noble demeanor, he couldn't help but complain that this nightclub had stooped to having older women come out to dance.

This was by no means because he looked down on these older women. In fact, he respected them even more than young girls. These women might have been famous stars in Shibuya when they were young. His dissatisfaction was only directed at this nightclub.

"You can go by yourself; we'll wait for you here."

Even in the nightclub, Chu Zihang sat upright like a high monk meditating in a temple, staring intently at the alluring women, like a drawn sword that would slice through the swaying, burgeoning spring colors the moment it touched him.

Caesar criticized Chu Zihang for being clueless about romance, saying that he shouldn't treat women like enemies. No matter why these women stood in front of him, he should smile and appreciate their dance, but his eyes should not show any lewdness, so as to show that he only appreciates their beauty.

So this sentence can be seen as Chu Zihang's retort to Caesar. This expressionless killer has a kind of obsession that is incomprehensible to ordinary people in some things, and his way of taking revenge is full of childishness.

Caesar disdained to respond to this unromantic fellow, and since Lu Mingfei didn't speak, he gave up the idea of ​​looking for another place and leaned back on the sofa, practicing his nobleman's code of conduct.

As the music ended, the dancers bowed in unison.

"I hope our guests have a wonderful evening!"

Caesar nodded slightly; the additional services offered after the event raised his opinion of this ordinary nightclub somewhat.

His only regret was not knowing in advance that Lu Mingfei would bring him here tonight. Otherwise, he would have filled his wallet with banknotes and folded them into flowers to give to the dancers as a token of his gratitude for their performance.

After the dancers bowed, they left the booth. There was an even more exciting striptease performance in the center of the dance floor, but neither Caesar nor Chu Zihang were particularly interested in it.

"Who did you invite? Is it the head of one of the Snake-Headed Eight Families or the leader of some gang?"

Caesar, with a cigar dangling from his lips, had finished admiring the glamorous asceticism and now it was time to get down to business.

But as soon as he turned his head, he saw a burly man standing behind him. The man had his head down and was hidden in the shadows, so his facial expression could not be seen, but his eyes were very bright. Caesar had the illusion that he was staring at a huge bear.

Caesar silently stubbed out his cigar, and Chu Zihang also stood up from his seat. The two of them stared intently at the man, wondering what he was going to do.

They deliberately chose a very secluded spot when they came in; a normal person would never notice what was happening there. This man was coming for them!

Caesar and Chu Zihang exchanged a glance, both of them bracing for a potential conflict.

"Lu Jun, it's been a long time."

The man ignored Caesar and Chu Zihang, walked around to the other side of the sofa and sat down, nodding to Lu Mingfei.

"It has indeed been a long time, Fujiwara-gumi leader."

Lu Mingfei smiled and handed over a bottle of wine. The person who came was indeed an acquaintance of his, the leader of the Fujiwara Group and the boss of Inoue Hiroshi.

When he first came to Japan, he participated in a few Fujiwara-gumi activities, but later he rarely encountered gang conflicts. People usually just sat in nearby nightclubs drinking and watching striptease shows late at night. After the show, he would escort the dancers who had paid protection money home.

Finding that there was really no opportunity to resort to violence, he stopped paying attention to the Fujiwara Group. Now, however, there is an opportunity to make this relationship shine.

"Inoue told me about you, Lu-kun. We are very grateful for your help. With Inoue's help, there are more young people in the group now. Other gangs know that we have government support, so they won't bother us anymore recently."

As Fujiwara, the team leader, drank his wine, he spoke words of gratitude, but his hardened face betrayed no emotion whatsoever.

Caesar and Chu Zihang realized what was happening and understood that Lu Mingfei had once worked under this person. They couldn't help but feel a sense of awe. This Fujiwara Group Leader was someone who had once made Lu Mingfei willingly become his subordinate, something they themselves could not do.

Team Leader Fujiwara was unaware that he had instantly earned the respect of two dragon-slaying elites, who were now wondering how he had managed to do it.

"No need for thanks. These are my two great underlings, Caesar and Chu Zihang, whom I'd like to introduce to you."

Lu Mingfei stood up and patted Caesar and Chu Zihang on the shoulder respectively. "Let's take them with us on tonight's escort mission."

Fujiwara, the group leader, put down his drink, his strikingly bright eyes scanning Caesar and Chu Zihang.

Although they didn't understand Lu Mingfei's intentions, Caesar and Chu Zihang still subconsciously straightened their backs and met Fujiwara's eyes with sharper gazes.

After observing for a long time, Fujiwara, the team leader, showed a rare look of difficulty on his face:

"Excuse my bluntness, Mr. Lu, but neither of them is suited for work in the underworld."