Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei finds a Freylian

Frillie merely glanced at Lu Mingze indifferently, without any expression, as if he didn't exist.

Lu Mingze didn't care and continued to fire at Lu Mingfei: "So what? You're planning to rescue your love rival Zhao Menghua now? Going deep into the lion's den just to find your goddess's sweetheart and let them live happily ever after? Brother, your sentiments are so noble that I'm almost moved to tears!"

He pretended to wipe away non-existent tears.

"You know nothing!" Lu Mingfei retorted angrily. "This is a mission! And it involves human lives!"

"A mission? Human lives?" Lu Mingze scoffed. "Come on, brother, don't try to make yourself sound so noble. You're just soft-hearted, you can't stand seeing acquaintances suffer, especially girls crying, right? I know your little tricks all too well."

Lu Mingfei was speechless.

Although the little devil's words were harsh, they always managed to pinpoint the most genuine and least desirable parts of his heart.

"However," Lu Mingze suddenly leaned closer, his voice low and seductive, "Brother, do you want to really show off for once? Do you want to use your own strength to trample that Zhao Menghua under your feet? Do you want to make your goddess regret not choosing you?"

Lu Mingfei looked at him warily. "What are you planning to do now?"

"I don't want to do anything," Lu Mingze shrugged, a sly smile on his face. "I'm just reminding you that what's underground is a million times more terrifying than these thugs. Relying on a soft heart and a little bit of luck will only lead to a terrible death."

He took the last sip of his milk tea, then casually tossed the empty cup aside. The cup vanished in the air, turning into specks of light.

"Remember to call me if you need help, brother~ Same price as always, a quarter of your life, no cheating~", Lu Mingze's figure gradually faded and disappeared into the shadows, "After all, it must be very interesting to see you sell yourself to save Zhao Menghua. Hahaha."

With a wicked laugh, the little devil vanished completely.

Only Lu Mingfei and Frilian remained in the alley, with Lu Mingfei feeling frustrated and angry.

"Damn it," Lu Mingfei muttered under his breath. Every time he saw Lu Mingze, nothing good ever came of it.

Frillie walked up to him and said calmly, "Don't pay attention to what he says. Just follow your heart when choosing whether to help or not."

Lu Mingfei took a deep breath and nodded.

Although the little devil's words were harsh, the crisis before them was real.

Regardless, he had to venture into Nibelungen, hidden beneath the subway.

Chapter 154 Kamaitachi

Cesare Gattuso did not stay at the hotel; staying in the same place for too long is not his style.

He changed into a black tactical uniform that allowed for easy movement, and put on an inconspicuous dark trench coat over it. Like a night runner, he wandered aimlessly around the industrial area near the northern outskirts of Beijing.

Caesar couldn't explain why he did it, and he had been feeling uneasy these past few days.

There is a suspected Dragon King underground, Nuonuo's wedding dress, and Lin Fenglong's mention of the Wanggongchang explosion.

Nono and Xia Mi were both acting alone, leaving Caesar as the only one in their group staying at the hotel, wandering around every day.

Far from the hustle and bustle of the city center, the industrial area is filled with abandoned factories, rusty pipes, and empty streets that cast eerie shadows under the moonlight. The air is thick with the smell of rust, and the ground is overgrown with weeds.

Caesar was not without purpose.

Intelligence from the Gattuso family indicates that there have been unusual fluctuations and reports of family members going missing in the area recently, which are likely related to the foreign mixed-race individuals who have flocked to Beijing in search of clues about the Dragon King.

He prefers to personally investigate rather than relying entirely on data on the screen.

It is said that his damned uncle Frost Gattuso sent Percy to help him, but Caesar has not seen Percy for several days and has no idea where he went or what mission he was on.

Tsk, the feeling of things being out of his control made Caesar very uncomfortable.

Caesar closed his eyes slightly, and an invisible domain quietly expanded around him.

Word of Power: Kamaitachi.

Countless subtle sounds flooded his mind like a tide.

The wind howled through the broken windows, the rustling of stray cats darting through the ruins, and the roar of trucks passing by on the distant highway.

And further away, inside a large abandoned textile factory, some sounds that shouldn't exist.

The faint, twisting sound of metal, the extremely suppressed groan forced into the throat, and the light, whistling sound that seemed out of place with the surroundings.

Caesar opened his eyes; something was amiss.

He moved with lightning speed, like a cheetah blending into the night, silently darting towards the source of the sound. His movements were light and swift, landing without a sound, perfectly avoiding the shards of glass and debris on the ground.

Soon, he arrived at the abandoned textile factory that lay in the darkness like the skeleton of a giant beast.

He chose a dilapidated ventilation shaft as his entrance and slipped into the factory like a ghost.

The factory's interior space was enormous, filled with abandoned textile machinery covered in thick dust and cobwebs.

Moonlight streamed in through the broken roof and windows, forming pale beams that cut out areas of interplay between light and shadow.

In the center of the factory, an unequal game is unfolding on an open space.

Five people dressed in white snow camouflage combat uniforms, who appeared to be of mixed race from Northern Europe, surrounded a figure and attacked it relentlessly.

They were well-trained and worked in perfect coordination. Two of them were launching a frontal assault with specially made, gleaming Nordic-style battle axes, while one provided cover fire from the flank with a submachine gun equipped with a silencer. The other two were preparing binding spells or alchemical devices.

The figure they were attacking looked very strange, easily blocking the attacks.

It was a figure wearing a clown mask with a wide, bright red grin, dressed in a large, comical clown costume, moving as elusive as a ghost.

He/She didn't even have a weapon, just his/her hands, gloved in white, moved like a dance among the axe shadows and bullets.

"Whoosh!"

A battle axe came crashing down with a piercing shriek, but the clown merely sidestepped, the blade grazing his/her clothes before striking the ground with a thud, sending sparks flying.

The clown even took the opportunity to lightly flick the Nordic giant's wrist with his fingertip. The giant was instantly struck as if by electric shock, his entire arm went numb, and he almost dropped his battle axe.

"Da da da!"

Bullets came from the flank, and the clown's figure swayed from side to side as if weightless. All the bullets missed, leaving deep bullet holes in the machine behind him.

He/She even had time to make a "bang" shooting gesture in the direction of the gunman, with utter mockery.

"Trap him!" the squad leader, a blond man with a scar on his face, growled.

The other two team members immediately threw out a metal net crackling with electric arcs, while chanting ancient dragon script.

Word of Power: Deep Swamp!

A powerful gravitational field instantly enveloped the area where the Joker was located, attempting to completely lock him/her movements.

Ha, the clown just let out a contemptuous chuckle.

He/She didn't even make any obvious resistance. The force field, which should have been as heavy as mud, disintegrated and dissipated on its own when it approached his/her body, as if it had hit an invisible barrier.

The electrified metal mesh was casually grabbed by him/her, crumpled into a ball like a silk scarf, and tossed aside. The electric arcs on it crackled, but they couldn't harm it in the slightest.

"How is this possible?! Even an S-rank couldn't be completely immune to Word of Power!" The team member who released the Word of Power exclaimed in shock. His Word of Power was ineffective?

"Game time is over~", the clown's cheerful yet distorted voice, processed by a voice changer, echoed in the empty factory.

His/her figure suddenly vanished from the spot, and the next moment, as if teleported, appeared behind the gunman, with a white glove gently pressed against the back of his neck.

The gunman rolled his eyes and collapsed to the ground without uttering a sound.

Next came the two burly men wielding battle axes. Before they could even see the movement clearly, they felt a heavy blow to their ribs. Intense pain and a feeling of suffocation followed, and their massive bodies crashed to the ground, writhing in agony.

Finally, it was the captain and the user of the Word of Power. The clown circled around them as if playing a trick on them. The two of them were as if they were bound by invisible ropes, unable to move, their eyes filled with horror and despair.

The whole process was extremely fast; in the blink of an eye, a well-trained mixed-race squad was completely wiped out, utterly powerless to fight back.

Caesar, hidden in the shadows, held his breath, his eyes filled with shock and solemnity.

This clown's strength is unfathomable.

Its speed, strength, and bizarre immunity to Word of Power far surpass those of ordinary hybrids.

Who exactly is he/she?

Just then, the clown sensed something, slowly turned his head, and his grinning mask was facing the direction where Caesar was hiding.

"Oh dear, looks like we have some new spectators~", the clown's voice carried a hint of amusement. "Sneaking around isn't a good habit, young master of the Gattuso family."

Caesar felt a chill run down his spine; the other party actually knew him.

He stopped hiding and slowly emerged from the shadows, his posture still composed, but his muscles were tense, and he had entered a fighting state.

"Who are you?" Caesar asked, his voice icy, enunciating each word clearly.

Chapter 155 The Noble Young Master Battles the Clown

"Me? I'm a clown who brings laughter and ends things," the clown tilted his head, his tone flippant. "As for these guys... they played a game they shouldn't have played, so the game's over."

He/She kicked the unconscious Nordic team member on the ground.

Caesar swept his gaze across the uniforms and equipment of the team members on the ground and said coldly, "They are an advance team sent by the European mixed-race families. Are you declaring war on all foreign mixed-race people?"

These people all have decent bloodlines, are B-grade, and are well-trained. A small team like theirs shouldn't have been wiped out in an instant.

Can I do that? No.

Chu Zihang? No, not either.

Perhaps only Lu Mingfei, who shares the same spiritual power as the principal, has the opportunity to achieve this.

So, is this clown's bloodline S-class?

"Declare war? No, no, no~", the clown shook his finger. "It's just cleaning. There's too much trash, it's an eyesore. Besides, they were disturbing my brother's sleep, which is not good."

Brother? Sleeping? Caesar was puzzled when he heard these two words.

"Who is your 'brother'? The King of Earth and Mountains?" Caesar asked tentatively, while secretly activating the Kamaitachi again, trying to detect any subtle changes in the other's heartbeat and breathing.

However, the message returned by the Kamaitachi was nothingness? Or rather, it was an extremely stable, inhuman frequency, as if he were facing not a living being, but a cold rock or an even more ancient being.

The clown noticed his spying and let out a series of chuckles: "You little tricks won't work on me, young master. As for who my brother is, guess?"

Before he could finish speaking, the clown's figure suddenly blurred.

Caesar's pupils contracted sharply, and he retreated rapidly almost on his fighting instincts, while an invisible wall of sound waves instantly formed in front of him.

Under the family's training for Caesar's plan to conquer the Nibelungen, Caesar's current Word of Power, Kamaitachi, can not only detect threats but also condense sound waves for defense and attack.

"Rip!" The sound of cloth being torn.

The sonic wall that Caesar had created was actually torn apart by the opponent's bare hands.

A white-gloved hand pierced the sound barrier, grabbing his throat with incredible speed.