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

"So, boss, what's our mission now?"

Caesar was eager to try. He adapted quickly and immediately put himself in the role of the underling, opening his coat collar to reveal his muscular chest. "Are we going to negotiate with rival gangs or fight? I'm good at either, so you can leave it to me."

Chu Zihang didn't speak, but he was also ready to fight, standing straight like a strong bamboo.

For a moment, Team Leader Fujiwara wasn't sure if the two guys were joking or serious, so after thinking about it, he decided to explain to them:

"You're probably talking about ordinary thugs, not gangsters. Only thugs would do something like this. We don't get into conflicts with people easily. We just need to sit on the sofa and keep an eye on whether anyone causes trouble in the area."

"I understand."

Caesar snapped his fingers. "If anyone causes trouble, we'll walk over, hold a gun to their head, force them to sit on the sofa, pour them a glass of wine, and tell them to drink it and go home, or tonight the glass will be filled with their brains."

The group leader, Fujiwara, was taken aback by the menacing aura of this guy. He thought to himself that his initial premonition was right; they really weren't suited for the work of the yakuza.

"We don't have any firearms. If someone causes trouble in our place, we usually invite them over for a chat, shake hands, exchange pleasantries, and then ask about their purpose. If it's a misunderstanding, they'll leave after we finish our drinks."

Fujiwara, the team leader, said, "If the other party is there to cause trouble, they usually won't cause trouble in the venue. Instead, they will politely find the person in charge, arrange a time and place, and buy some alcohol before leaving as a way of supporting our business."

"These gangsters sound a bit cowardly. Even if they're trying to be restrained, they shouldn't be this polite, right?"

Caesar was somewhat surprised; the restraint among the Japanese underworld was beyond his imagination. Was this really the manner of the underworld?

"Once we've agreed on a time and place, there's no need to be polite. If it really comes to that, I hope you won't back down."

Team Leader Fujiwara looked Caesar in the eye. "Whether you use guns or knives, the person standing before you is the enemy, no matter how young, pitiful, or innocent he may be. You have only one task when dealing with the enemy: kill him!"

Caesar and Chu Zihang were both stunned. One second, the group leader Fujiwara thought their methods were too violent, but the next second, he showed them even more bloody violence.

"Don't you think it's too cruel?"

Fujiwara, the group leader, puffed on a cigar, this time without inhaling. "But this is the struggle between gangsters, which is why I think you're not suited for gangster work. I can see you're all good fighters, but fighting and killing are completely different things. Fighting involves victory and defeat. You haven't experienced that kind of darkness, so you have mercy on everyone. But killing is only about life and death! Mercy won't save you; it will only let your enemies laugh over your corpse!"

At 2 a.m., Caesar and Chu Zihang sat down in the Fujiwara Group's area, where the whiskey and red wine on the table were replaced with a dozen bottles of cheap beer.

"This is one of the perks: unlimited beer during working hours. If you want snacks, you'll have to pay extra."

Fujiwara, the group leader, lifted two dozen beers in front of them with one hand. "Most of the group's income comes from protection money from nightclubs and offerings from some women. The protection money from nightclubs needs to be distributed to other members so they can support their families, so the funds you can actually use are pitifully small."

Caesar hadn't yet recovered from Fujiwara's earlier words, and now he was deeply struck by this further:

"...Are you really gangsters?"

"We are registered with our family, so we are indeed one of the registered yakuza gangs in Shinjuku Ward."

Fujiwara nodded. "Kaiser-kun is probably from a well-off family, right? So you don't have to worry about money. But if one day you fall to the point where you need to rely on others to survive, you'll understand how cheap your pride really is... Of course, you're just here to experience the life of the yakuza, so don't worry about these things, but I'm sorry I can't provide you with decent hospitality."

"So what happened to him?"

Caesar pointed to Lu Mingfei, who was sitting to the side drinking in silence. If he wasn't mistaken, the bottle of wine Lu Mingfei was holding probably cost about one hundred US dollars.

Although this was certainly not high-class for his collection, they were drinking cheap beer while Lu Mingfei was drinking a bottle of fine wine that cost $100 a bottle, and Fujiwara was saying how troublesome money was...

Forgive Caesar, but he really couldn't see what was troubling Fujiwara. In just a few minutes, Lu Mingfei had already finished six or seven bottles of wine.

"The alcohol that Lu Jun drank was bought by other gangs when they came to patronize his business. Since it was originally meant to resolve misunderstandings, no one would drink it in the end."

Fujiwara, the group leader, said, "It just so happens that the people in the nearby gangs all know Mr. Lu and think he is a person worth getting to know, so they put all these bottles of liquor in Mr. Lu's name."

Caesar gasped, staring at Lu Mingfei in disbelief. He realized that Lu Mingfei would receive preferential treatment wherever he went. He had suffered repeated setbacks in Japan, and in that godforsaken place, the name Lu Mingfei was far more recognizable than Caesar Gattuso.

He looked somewhat melancholy as a can of beer was handed to him.

"I think this might also be a form of spiritual practice."

Chu Zihang said seriously, "This guy quietly downed a dozen beers."

Caesar observed that the number of empty cans was exactly twice that of Lu Mingfei. After thinking for a moment, he figured out the pattern: Chu Zihang was actually matching the alcohol content of the beer Lu Mingfei was drinking!

Caesar was at a loss for words to describe his feelings at that moment. He took the beer from Chu Zihang and drank it in silence.

"After the nightclub closes for the day, there's another job I'll do. I'll come back and explain the details to Caesar and Chu. In the meantime, I'd appreciate it if you two could keep an eye on things for me."

Caesar and Chu Zihang had no time to respond to him. The two of them inexplicably began a silent duel, drinking while staring at each other with blank expressions.

Team Leader Fujiwara chuckled softly and carefully left the booth, followed by Lu Mingfei.

The backstage area of ​​the nightclub had been temporarily converted into a small conference room, where several men dressed in various colored kimonos were kneeling on a brand-new tatami mat.

"Road-kun!"

When Lu Mingfei walked in, everyone stood up and bowed deeply.

"We have dreams too!"