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

In Kabukicho, Shinjuku Ward, hundreds of people stood silently in the darkness, divided into two groups, holding steel pipes or baseball bats.

A long wooden table was placed in the middle, where the two leaders sat down, and their underlings stepped forward in unison, as if two armies were facing each other, ready to fight without hesitation at the first command.

Inoue Hiroshi, a cigarette dangling from his lips, pulled Lu Mingfei to the back of the line and solemnly patted him on the shoulder:

"If a fight breaks out later, just run. These guys are capable of anything when they get carried away."

"Shouldn't I have gone with them? If I run away at a time like this, I'll be too ashamed to face my group."

Lu Mingfei was stunned for a moment, and finally realized that Inoue Hiroshi had pulled him to the back not to make him a trump card, but to tell him to run away as soon as things went wrong.

"I can tell that you come from a pretty good family, Mr. Lu. You don't need to take such a big risk for an experience. I'm not kidding. Conflicts between gangsters are definitely not the kind of brawls in comics where they talk about the code of the underworld. They are a bunch of bastards who will do anything."

Inoue Hiroshi smoked a cigarette. "If we make it back alive, no one will laugh at you. Even though you've joined the yakuza, you're all kind people at heart."

Do you describe yourselves as kind?

"It may seem ridiculous to use words like 'kindness' to describe the gang members, but the boss never asked us to come with him. It was us who insisted on coming after we found out. The boss took in these kids just because he didn't want them to go hungry."

Inoue Hiroshi turned to look at the young faces standing behind Fujiwara:

"Some of them are children of single mothers, while others are students who have been abandoned by their families and bullied at school. They join gangs only to protect their mothers and themselves; all they can rely on is violence."

"Those were indeed kind children."

Lu Mingfei nodded.

Inoue Hiroshi was stunned. He turned around and looked at Lu Mingfei's face, which was more youthful than anyone else's. He really wanted to say something like, "Aren't you the real child here?"

Seeing Lu Mingfei's thoughtful expression, he silently shifted his gaze, looking at the increasingly heated negotiation table in front of him, and couldn't help but tighten his grip on the steel pipe in his hand.

The next moment, the conflict really broke out, catching everyone off guard. Both sides roared and charged forward, swinging their weapons without thinking twice.

Inoue Hiroshi's heart stopped for a few seconds before he realized what was happening. He quickly turned around and tried to tell Lu Mingfei to run.

"Hey! You're running in the wrong direction, run backwards!"

Inoue Hiroshi was shocked, because Lu Mingfei had already passed him and was running wildly toward the location of the conflict. He was as fast as a wild horse that had broken free and was charging through the crowd. He tried to reach out to pull Lu Mingfei back, but he couldn't keep up with Lu Mingfei's speed at all.

To be honest, Lu Mingfei wasn't in a good mood right now. He inexplicably started thinking about his past again. Since being hospitalized, his memory had become exceptionally good, and he still remembered what Professor Guderian had said to him.

Professor Guderian said at the time, "Mingfei, your parents love you very much."

It turns out he was also a person with a tragic fate. Despite having two parents of high status, he lived as if both parents were dead. Even saying "I love you" had to be relayed by an elderly man.

Looking at Professor Guderian's face, Lu Mingfei thought to himself that love was also a lofty and unattainable thing, so he gave up on this ethereal concept and only believed in violence.

Violence cannot win him love, but it can kill those who do not love him.

But he couldn't help but think of these things again. It turned out that the Fujiwara Group was founded because of a father who lost his daughter. It turned out that there really are parents in this world who suffer because of their children's misfortune.

Fujiwara, the team leader, undoubtedly lived in the pain of losing his daughter, which is why he hated the Japanese government so much, hated those condescending colleagues who advised him and his wife to have another child, and hated his own incompetence even more.

So he left that place and set up the Fujiwara Group in an inconspicuous corner of Shinjuku. He sat in a booth drinking cheap beer and watching the women dancing striptease on stage. When he saw the forced smiles on their faces, did he ever think of his daughter?

Lu Mingfei casually pulled out a brick from the ground. Since he wasn't planning to have him participate in the battle, Inoue Hiroshi hadn't prepared any suitable weapons for him, but all he needed was a brick.

He didn't use any incantations or any techniques he learned from the kendo dojo; anyone who rushed at him was smashed on the head with a brick.

A few minutes later, the shouting crowd gradually quieted down. The people in the Blackfire Gang saw the young man who was rampaging through their camp, carrying two moss-covered bricks. Every time he swung them, they made a thunderous sound, and then their companions would fall down like dominoes.

"Boss, that...that's a monster! It's a monster!"

The Blackfire Gang members were already considering leaving. Since joining the underworld, they had been lawless thugs, which was why they had the audacity to harass helpless women. But this time, they experienced the fear of violence firsthand.

More and more people began to back away, and the young members of the Fujiwara group became excited, shouting loudly to cheer on the newcomer. Everyone was impressed.

"Don't even think about it. Do you think the Fujiwara group will let us off the hook? I know Fujiwara better than you do. Unless we give up making money off those women, he won't stop even if we admit defeat. What can we do without money? Continue to suffer the cold stares of others as before?"

The Blackfire Gang leader grabbed his underling by the collar, his face contorted like a demon:

"He's all alone! Kill him! Kill him and the Fujiwara clan's territory will be ours too. We'll have more money, and with money we can go to Shinjuku and play with women, changing them every day!"

The underlings looked at each other, each captivated by what their boss had promised. Their surging adrenaline suppressed their fear, and they charged toward Lu Mingfei, weapons in hand.

Fujiwara, the group leader, hurriedly directed the others to help Lu Mingfei, while he himself was surrounded by more than a dozen thugs and couldn't get away.

But the next moment he realized something was wrong. The people who rushed at Lu Mingfei suddenly rolled to the ground, howling and screaming. Lu Mingfei mechanically swung the brick, expressionless.

Just as Inoue Hiroshi said, the Black Fire Gang would stop at nothing to defeat their enemies, resorting to all sorts of underhanded tactics. Yet, no one could successfully attack Lu Mingfei; instead, the same tactics were used on them just seconds later.

They thought that as long as they were ruthless enough, they could make this monster fear them, but what awaited them today was absolute violence. He was here to exercise his power of violence.

"Quick! Stop him! Stop him!"

The one who shouted those words was Fujiwara, the group leader. Lu Mingfei had already begun to lose control of his strength. There was no one left to cry out. Huge bursts of blood suddenly erupted from the tops of the boys' heads, and the immense force instantly made them lose consciousness.

Team Leader Fujiwara sensed something was wrong and wanted to send someone to stop Lu Mingfei.

But no one dared to step forward. The immense killing intent was like poison gas permeating the air, and everyone experienced difficulty breathing. They could only watch as Lu Mingfei rampaged through the crowd.

The Blackfire Gang leader was terrified and, disregarding his authority, frantically tried to escape this hellish place.

"Road-kun! Road-kun!"

Inoue Hiroshi stood at a distance, calling out anxiously. He had just checked on some of the wounded, and most of them had been seriously injured. Although Lu Mingfei had tried to restrain his strength, the enormous force had still damaged their brain nerves. Even if they survived, they would probably spend the rest of their lives in wheelchairs. What was worse was that the other half of them had stopped breathing completely.

Damn it! If Lu Mingfei continues like this, the casualties of hundreds of people will be enough to make the Metropolitan Police Department take it seriously. He doesn't want Lu Mingfei to ruin his future because of the Fujiwara Group.

Just then, a cell phone rang on the street, and Lu Mingfei stopped in his tracks.

Damn it! Who would want to have their phone ringing when they're about to start a fight!

Inoue Hiroshi could only pray that Lu Mingfei wouldn't become even more agitated because of the ringing.

But the next moment, Lu Mingfei took out his phone, and on the screen was a text message from an unknown number:

"Brother gave me your number, can we skip home together tomorrow?"

The murderous intent that permeated the streets was thus dispersed by the wind.