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

It was 8:30 p.m. in a nightclub in Shinjuku.

Countless men and women swayed in the dance floor, the ground vibrated rhythmically, and the booming music came from all directions, while fluorescent lights hovered in the air and then fell.

This was a grand carnival, where everyone forgot their identities and danced and sang with the people around them.

Outside the dance floor were circular sofas and booths, filled with alluring women in sexy long dresses. They were embracing a radiant man, talking loudly and raising their glasses frequently, the air thick with a jumble of perfume scents.

Lu Mingfei was led through the center of the dance floor. The women beside him winked at him seductively, and some of them giggled and tried to throw themselves into his arms, while the people around them cheered.

But the woman's wish was not fulfilled; a man in a black trench coat stood between her and Lu Mingfei.

"Please go find other guests to play with."

The man was polite, his black coat open, revealing a luxurious silk lining painted with a demon-devouring image of a yaksha, the blue yaksha appearing ferocious and terrifying under the lamplight.

The woman immediately realized that this young man, who seemed out of place in the nightclub, was a VIP of some underworld gang. She wisely made way for him, but still couldn't help looking back at the young man following behind the man in black.

"You're in heat!"

Her companions teased her.

"Yes! It's rare to see such a charismatic man."

The woman readily admitted, "If I could, I'd really like to buy him a drink."

"You're not kidding?"

His companion was shocked and turned to look at Lu Mingfei's back. "He is kind of handsome... but so many people are pursuing you, and some of them are also very handsome, but I have never heard you say that you want to drink with anyone."

"You were so focused on the handsome guy's physique that you didn't notice that someone told me eye contact is a kind of emotional, spiritual kiss. If you want to know if someone is right for you, you have to make eye contact with them."

The woman said, "I just looked into his eyes, and in that instant, I felt like I saw the sun rise and set, the stars twinkle and fade, and the whole world was captivated by him... Perhaps this is love at first sight."

"That sounds so amazing..."

Her companion couldn't quite grasp the feeling the woman was describing; it sounded like she'd been hallucinating from too much alcohol. But not wanting to spoil the fun, she persisted:

"Should we try going up and asking for their contact information? Although they're gangsters, they seem surprisingly polite. They shouldn't refuse to let us ask for a phone number."

"No, even if we got each other's contact information, it would be impossible for us to be together. Let's just keep it as a dream."

The woman withdrew her gaze, and after a brief moment of clarity, plunged back into the revelry.

Lu Mingfei silently extinguished his golden eyes. He didn't find any mixed-race people; the entire nightclub was occupied by enthusiastic ordinary people.

"The head of the Inuyama family asked me to apologize to you. He couldn't come to see you off in person because of work, but he has already made arrangements. The Fujiwara gang is a small but powerful gang in Shinjuku Ward. They survive by collecting protection money from the surrounding nightclubs."

The man in black lowered his head and whispered an explanation in Lu Mingfei's ear. Although this gesture was disrespectful, the music above their heads was too loud, so the only way to communicate was to lean close to the other person's ear or shout.

"The Fujiwara Group is a relatively young gang, with most of its members being young people. You should be able to get along with them more easily."

Lu Mingfei nodded and followed the man in black to the outermost booth. Compared to the inside, it was much quieter here, with no pretty women to keep him company, but the beer was piled high.

A few people were scattered around the booth, all wearing uniforms with white wisteria patterns embroidered on their cuffs, surrounding a middle-aged man in the center of the booth like stars around the moon.

"Chief Fujiwara."

The man in black stopped in front of the middle-aged man, bowed slightly, and took out a business card from his pocket, handing it to him.

"This is Mr. Lu Mingfei, who will be joining the Fujiwara Group. He is a distinguished guest of the Inuyama family head. We look forward to your continued support. The Inuyama family head will be extremely grateful!"

"Master Inuyama, you're too kind."

Fujiwara Group Leader stood up and accepted the business card with both hands. "Since you are a distinguished guest of the Inuyama family head, you are naturally a distinguished guest of the Fujiwara Group as well!"

He accepted the business card and then bowed deeply to Lu Mingfei:

"I look forward to receiving your guidance, Mr. Lu!"

Lu Mingfei bowed in return. To be honest, although he had some understanding of the bowing culture in Japan before coming here, he realized that the online claims were too conservative. In just one day, he had seen countless heads bowed in front of him, revealing the back of their necks.

However, he wasn't too bothered by it. He just planned to find an opportunity to test it out. If the enemy he faced was Japanese, he would bow to them first. If they bowed back, he could take the opportunity to draw his sword and cut off their necks.

He remembered what Inuyama He had told him: the underworld is a place without morality or bottom line, where there is only utter violence, and no matter what means you use, as long as you can kill your enemy, there will always be people cheering for you.

The man in black left after completing his mission. Inuyama He's order to him was not to interfere too much with Lu Mingfei's life in the underworld.

Team Leader Fujiwara sized Lu Mingfei up and down, remained silent for a long time, then picked up a bottle of beer from the side, opened the cap, and pushed it in front of Lu Mingfei:

"Does Mr. Lu drink alcohol?"

"I know a little, so the initiation ceremony is drinking beer?"

Lu Mingfei asked.

"An initiation ceremony?"

Fujiwara, the team leader, was taken aback.

"I've heard that the underworld is a place that values ​​loyalty and righteousness, so joining a gang isn't as simple as just saying a few words. You have to go through many tests before you can become a member."

"Is Lu-kun's understanding of the yakuza mostly from comics or what he's heard from other people?"

"Most of the information comes from online research and from what other people tell me."

Lu Mingfei nodded. "That person told me that the underworld is a place where problems are solved with violence, and if you want to survive in the underworld, you have to have more violence than others."

"That's true, but you can't survive in this society by relying solely on violence. The person who told you this probably only has a superficial understanding of the underworld."

Team Leader Fujiwara rubbed his temples and sighed, pondering how to change Lu Mingfei's stereotypes about the underworld:

"The Yakuza only came into existence after the Edo period. Initially, it was actually an organization of the weak. Its members were usually dockworkers, nightclub dancers, or prostitutes. At that time, there were no laws to help them, so they established such an organization to protect themselves. In other words, as long as you are weak and want to protect yourself, you will join the Yakuza. People who can earn money and live a wealthy life with dignity disdain the Yakuza."

"This is not what I knew."

Lu Mingfei frowned. "So, gangsters are actually just a bunch of weaklings gathered together?"

"That's not quite right... But since you've already joined the underworld and are interested in this organization, why not try to see for yourself from now on? Sometimes you can't understand the truth just by listening."

Team Leader Fujiwara scratched his head. "Road-kun, can you understand me?"

Lu Mingfei didn't speak, frowned and thought for a while, then nodded:

"I understand."