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

In the small booth, Caesar and Chu Zihang looked at each other.

"Are we being rejected?"

Caesar was stunned, unsure if he had misheard, and turned to Chu Zihang for confirmation.

He meant that we weren't suited for gangster work.

Chu Zihang nodded.

"You don't have any thoughts on this, do you? There's no need to emphasize it a second time?"

Caesar rolled his eyes at Chu Zihang. Of course he heard what Fujiwara said, but that's precisely why he couldn't understand it.

According to what he learned from Genji, the Japanese underworld was obviously far less bloody than the Italian mafia. They proclaimed themselves as leaders of the weak and thus actually did what leaders did. So, the Japanese underworld even had medical and pension insurance. At Genji Heavy Industries, they were even taken to visit the main family's information center, where calls from some gang were being received every minute.

Caesar also considered himself a leader and thought he would get along well with the Japanese yakuza, but he was rejected because he was not a good fit.

It's like a general riding his steed to the battlefield, with the enemy not far away. Just as he draws his long sword, roars to the sky, and prepares to charge forward to kill the enemy, someone covers his mouth, looks him up and down, and then, with a look of utter disappointment, pulls dry rations from their pocket and stuffs them into his hand, saying, "This is not a place for children. Take the food and run away quickly..."

Caesar really wanted to say to Fujiwara, "Please take another look. I'm wearing armor and carrying a long sword, and I look like a god of war. Where did you get the idea that I'm not suitable?"

"That's precisely why they need you, Fujiwara-gumi, to teach them how to survive in the yakuza."

Lu Mingfei said.

"Lu-kun should know that the Fujiwara Group only helps those who need help."

Fujiwara hesitated. Logically, he could agree to whatever Lu Mingfei asked, but the Fujiwara group was in a delicate situation. Although Inoue Hiroshi and the others were doing much better than before, it was precisely because of this relationship that he was so cautious about this matter.

"I feel like I really need help."

Caesar shrugged.

Fujiwara, the group leader, didn't reply, but looked up at Caesar and Chu Zihang:

"I have heard of your great names, Mr. Caesar Gattuso and Mr. Chu Zihang. You are honored guests of our family. In a sense, the Fujiwara Group is not yet qualified to let you two join."

"Oh! Should I be happy?"

Caesar sighed, "Even Lu Mingfei calls you team leader, but now you think your gang isn't qualified for me and my companions to join. Do you think Chu Zihang and I are more prestigious than Lu Mingfei?"

Team Leader Fujiwara froze, his serious expression crumbling slightly.

"Lu-kun and I are friends..."

"We can be friends."

Caesar snapped his fingers, took out a cigar case, pulled out an aluminum tube cigar, and placed it in Fujiwara's hand:

"Try this, a top-quality Cuban cigar, said to be rolled on a young girl's thigh, each one carrying the girl's natural fragrance."

"It sounds like a cigar that only a pervert would smoke."

Chu Zihang said calmly.

"So now you're a pervert too."

Caesar lit a cigar and stuffed it into Chu Zihang's mouth. He was fed up with this nagging guy always spouting nonsense at crucial moments, so he decided to shut Chu Zihang up with the cigar.

Chu Zihang, unusually, did not refuse Caesar, but he did not smoke either. The cigar in his mouth was like a thick sausage, and he sat up straight, as if a high monk in meditation had his mouth stuffed with a sausage because the sound of chanting was tedious.

Team Leader Fujiwara watched them silently. To be honest, the VIPs' personalities were too unconventional and exceeded his expectations. He had thought that Caesar and Chu Zihang would be the kind of people who were aloof and superior.

"Chief Fujiwara, right?"

Caesar, a puff of white smoke from his cigar, said, "Friendships between men often begin with a cigarette. Now, can we be considered friends?"

Fujiwara, the group leader, sighed, lit the expensive cigar, and took a deep drag. To be honest, he didn't taste any girlish fragrance in the cigar; instead, it was rather pungent.

"Welcome to the Fujiwara Group, both of you."

Caesar watched in astonishment as he exhaled smoke, stood up, and bowed solemnly to them. His eyes twitched, and he couldn't help but ask in a low voice:

"Damn it! Don't you feel dizzy?"

"I felt a little dizzy, but I felt okay. Maybe it's because I'm a rough person and can't appreciate the girl's fragrance."

Fujiwara, the team leader, was somewhat puzzled. "Caesar-kun actually knows medicine?"

Caesar remained silent for a few seconds, looking at the cigar in Fujiwara's mouth, which was already half-burnt:

"You must have been inhaling cigar smoke just now... You don't have to inhale the smoke when you smoke a cigar."

"Oh my god! This is unbelievable!"

Mai Shude had a headache. She looked up from the computer screen and was seeing patches of black spots in her vision. "What did you find? We've read almost all of Lu Mingfei's past records, but you still haven't told us what you're looking for!"

"I don't know what I'm looking for."

Without looking up, Su Enxi said, her eyes practically glued to the screen, "That's why I asked for your help. Many hands make light work, and you might spot some things I might have missed. Okay, enough talk, watch it a second time after you've finished!"

"Damn it! Do I really have to watch this again?"

Mai Shude's world has collapsed.

"I didn't want to watch it a second time either, but it turns out that Lu Mingfei was acting against us all along. We thought we had the script in control, but tonight's events served as a wake-up call."

Su Enxi rolled her eyes at Jiu De Mai, "Lu Mingfei is obviously a big-name lead actor. He has unique insights into the plot and is unwilling to act according to the script. Nobody knows what else he's hiding and is planning to reveal when filming starts. By then, it will be too late!"

"Let him act however he wants. After all, didn't the boss admit that he'd strayed from the script?"

"It doesn't matter," said Mai, seemingly unconcerned.

"The premise for the plot to deviate is that the story has a complete ending. A story without an ending has no plot. Our primary task is to ensure that the story can be filmed."

Su Enxi said, "Do you really think that, given Lu Mingfei's personality, he would be so obedient as to listen to the Snake-Headed Eight Families, carry a nuclear bomb, and run into the Abyss to blow up the dragon's lair? How can you be sure he won't turn around and drop that nuclear bomb right above Tokyo?"

"He can't be that ruthless, can he?"

Saketoku Mai hesitated for a moment.

"I don't want him to be that heartless, but since he's been putting on an act for us, who knows what he's really thinking?"

Su Enxi sighed. "So, for the sake of world peace, Jiu Desang, please continue watching!"

"Understood."

Mai Shude sighed, realizing the seriousness of the situation. "I really envy you and Lu Mingfei. One of you has a natural talent, and the other has some kind of genius mode. You're both quick-witted. It's just tough on someone like me who does manual labor..."

Su Enxi suddenly raised her head and stared intently at Jiu De Mai:

"What did you just say?"