Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei finds a Freylian

"They have no fixed assets and mainly make a living through robbery, vehicle theft, and extortion. But strangely, these guys are unusually wealthy and can afford luxury sports cars and motorcycles. Most dangerously, almost all members of the Red Guard use a powerful hallucinogen called LSD! After taking the drug, they fall into severe hallucinations, completely lose self-control, and their behavior is completely unpredictable, no different from out-of-control patients in a mental hospital! According to scattered intelligence, some of them may already have murder on their hands."

"Ha, any more bad news?" Genji felt cold sweat beading on his forehead. A group of drug-addicted, hallucinogenic, lawless, and possibly murderous young mixed-race thugs...

“They’re all armed,” Raven said, lowering his voice. “Although they’re homemade or imitation short-barreled shotguns, those things are absolutely lethal at close range. The latest intelligence indicates that the Red Guards just obtained more than five thousand buckshot rounds through underground channels a few days ago.”

The last few words coming from the walkie-talkie were accompanied by a piercing, gradually increasing static noise before finally cutting off completely, leaving only hollow noise.

The effective call range has reached its limit.

Sakura made no comment, but her hands, gripping the steering wheel tightly and wearing black tactical gloves, tightened their knuckles even more. She didn't release the accelerator, and the Ferrari 599 GTO's engine revved again, the speedometer needle trembling as it moved further to the right of the dial.

At this moment, the only thing left to rely on is Sakura's extraordinary driving skills and the full potential of this Italian stunner.

A group of LSD-addicted, hallucinatory thugs armed with buckshot shotguns. What if they were to encounter the Caesar Group, equally deadly and determined to fight back?

Genji closed his eyes, forcing himself to calm down. When he opened them again, only a cold determination remained in his eyes. He gripped the hilt of the "Spider Cutter" tightly with one hand, his thumb tracing the patterns on the tsuba. At this moment, besides praying that elusive luck was on their side, all that remained was Sakura's speed.

Inside Mambo Internet Cafe in Chizuru Town.

The sudden, complete power outage plunged the entire building into a bottomless darkness. Only a few emergency indicator lights, powered by individual batteries, emitted a faint, pale green glow in the corridors and corners, which not only failed to illuminate the way forward but also added to the eeriness and oppression.

The power outage did not stop the Red Guard biker gang's actions. On the contrary, the darkness further fueled the destructive desires and sense of control deep within these teenage boys. Carrying gleaming machetes, metal baseball bats, and double-barreled shotguns with their barrels sawed off, making them look even more menacing, they stormed into the internet cafe like a pack of hunting wolves.

They worked in groups of three to five, with clear division of labor. Each group quickly took control of a corridor, then roughly kicked or pulled open the sliding doors of the cubicles. The customers who came to Mambo weren't there to legitimately surf the internet or read comics; most cubicles contained a man and a woman, with the man groping the woman accompanying him.

The sudden darkness and the sound of the door being kicked made the guests think that it was just the power company's rude maintenance personnel barging in. In their shock and anger, they jumped up and shouted and cursed.

Chapter 522 It's me, Lu Mingfei

But the next second, all the shouting and cursing stopped abruptly.

The cold, gunpowder-smelling, short gun barrel was mercilessly shoved into the adults' open mouths, the force so great that it shattered their front teeth, and blood mixed with saliva immediately flowed down their chins.

The intense pain and the chilling threat of death instantly silenced these men, who might normally have some status, leaving only muffled sobs in their throats and wide-eyed expressions of terror.

Girls dressed in sexy cheongsams and with exquisite makeup were roughly dragged out of the cubicles by their long hair, screaming. The silk cheongsams were torn and disheveled, revealing large areas of dazzlingly white thigh skin.

The boys pressed them down hard on the cold tatami mat, their dirty hands reaching under their skirts without any restraint, groping and kneading them wantonly, while they hurled vulgar and obscene insults, calling these girls, who were actually around their age or even younger, old women.

This group, wielding deadly weapons and fueled by drugs and adolescent violence, often displays a cruelty and ruthlessness far surpassing that of genuine gangsters. They lack even the slightest reverence for rules and the most basic respect for life.

"Whoosh, whoosh."

Caesar and Makoto Aso crawled forward, almost touching the cold ground. Makoto carefully covered the high slit of his cheongsam with his hand, his cheeks slightly flushed, and whispered as softly as a mosquito's buzz, "Mr. Gattuso, please don't look ahead."

Caesar was inwardly both amused and exasperated: What's the use of looking ahead? It's pitch black here; I can barely see my own fingers. Our current position makes us look like two gray mice sneaking out to steal oil, the one in the back only able to orient itself by smelling the tip of the tail of the one in front.

Just then, a very faint rustling sound came from behind, almost blending into the ambient noise. Caesar's muscles tensed instantly, and his right hand silently slid towards the Desert Eagle at his waist. But unexpectedly, the sound didn't come from the direction of the thugs; instead, it approached them rapidly with a steady and unhurried rhythm.

Just as they were climbing over the door of a cubicle, the sliding door suddenly opened a wider gap without them noticing. A dark figure slid out with a slightly awkward but unusually swift low-profile side slide, the movement clean and crisp, with almost no extra sound.

Then, the dark figure naturally adjusted its direction and followed behind them, maintaining a perfect distance—not losing them but leaving enough room to react.

The new companion joined the queue quietly.

Caesar immediately halted, his right hand already gripping the hilt of his gun. He didn't need to turn around; in the absolute darkness and silence, his Word of Power, the Weasel, could detect the slightest movement. He heard steady, soft breathing behind him, a normal heartbeat, without the agitation or bloodlust of a thug. But this didn't completely rule out danger.

However, before Caesar could take any further action, a low, yet familiar, and lazy voice came from behind him, speaking in clear Chinese: "Boss, don't be nervous, it's me. There are three of their men at the second fork in the road ahead, on the left. They're carrying shotguns and kicking down the doors one by one."

Caesar's body trembled slightly, followed by an indescribable astonishment and a hint of relief. He recognized the voice; it was Lu Mingfei.

He released the gun grip without turning around, but replied in a similarly low voice in Chinese, "Lu Mingfei? What's wrong?"

“Let’s leave this straight road first; it’s too exposed here. There’s a cleaning tool shed ten meters to the right; the door isn’t locked. Let’s go in first,” Lu Mingfei’s voice interrupted Caesar’s question.

Caesar barely hesitated before following instructions, gesturing to Zhen, and the three of them quickly and quietly moved towards the tool shed. They opened the slightly ajar door, slipped inside, and gently closed it again. The small space was filled with the smell of disinfectant and dust, but it temporarily shut out the approaching noise from the corridor.

By the faint light of the emergency lamp shining through the crack in the door, Caesar finally saw Lu Mingfei clearly. He was wearing an ill-fitting, slightly oversized black hoodie, his face was a little dusty, but his eyes were unusually clear, even carrying a composure that came with weathering storms.

"How did you find this place? And," Caesar looked Lu Mingfei up and down, "how did you know about the defenses outside?"

Lu Mingfei twitched the corners of his mouth, revealing an expression that could hardly be called a smile: "Word of Power: Time Zero. The range isn't large, but it's enough for me to clearly see the layout of the corridor and the distribution of people during the gaps in their movements."

"As for how I found this place," Lu Mingfei paused, his tone flat, "I remember the coordinates of the safe harbor. After coming up from the sea, I didn't waste any time. I 'borrowed' a car that looked fast enough and whose owner wouldn't be back anytime soon, and drove straight here."

"Borrowed a car?" Caesar raised an eyebrow; that sounded like theft.

“Yes. I left some money and a note as rent and an apology,” Lu Mingfei explained. “This is more direct and controllable than public transportation. I know the Sheqi Bajia will monitor transportation hubs. Although driving makes you a bigger target, you have the right to choose your own route.”

Lu Mingfei glanced at Caesar's dust and exhaustion, but said nothing. He had chosen a more efficient, albeit more energy-consuming, method, but as a result, he arrived here earlier and in a more stable condition than Caesar. He even infiltrated the building before the power outage and used Time Zero to get a preliminary understanding of the situation.

Caesar was momentarily speechless. This proactive, efficient, and even somewhat ruthless style of doing things was completely different from before. He could sense a subtle change in Lu Mingfei, as if a heavy responsibility or concern was forcing him to no longer allow himself to drift along and to become stronger, more perceptive, and more proactive.

"You look good," Caesar finally said, acknowledging Lu Mingfei's appearance and abilities.

“It has to be good, boss.” Lu Mingfei replied briefly, then turned his gaze to Asou Makoto, who had been quietly watching them from the corner, and nodded slightly in greeting. “Miss Makoto, it’s nice to meet you again in a place like this. Please excuse the commotion.”

His tone was polite yet distant, carrying a clear sense of aloofness, unlike any previous meeting. It was as if his attention was mostly focused on monitoring and assessing his surroundings, with social pleasantries being a secondary matter.

Caesar could even sense that a part of Lu Mingfei's mind was constantly preoccupied elsewhere, perhaps worrying about the safety of Frillian, whose whereabouts were currently unknown. This subtle sense of concern made him appear even calmer and more focused, because he knew he had to get out alive, to fulfill his mission and to keep his promise.

"Hello, Mr. Lu." Zhen also sensed the difference and responded softly.

"What's the situation outside? Besides the three you saw?" Caesar steered the conversation back on track.

"There are at least twenty people, divided into four groups to control the main passages and exits. They are organized, unlike ordinary thugs, and there is someone in charge. They are mainly equipped with melee weapons and homemade guns, but they are in a high mood and may have been drugged, so the risk factor is very high."

Lu Mingfei reported in a steady voice, "The power outage is both a good thing and a bad thing. The good thing is that it creates chaos and blind spots, while the bad thing is that they may become even more unscrupulous as a result. We need to leave this building before they completely lose control or before the main force of the Executive Bureau arrives."

“Eva gave me a route to an old outlet,” Caesar said quickly, “but it requires going through the rotunda in front.”

Lu Mingfei closed his eyes, seemingly sensing something, and opened them after a moment: "There are four people in the lobby now. Two are smoking at the entrance, and two are rummaging through the counter. They're not paying attention. If we're quick and quiet enough, using the shadows and their blind spots, plus my Word of Power, we're 70% confident we can get through the lobby and into the staff passage at the back before they realize what's happening."

Seventy percent certain. Coming from Lu Mingfei, it actually sounded quite convincing; this wasn't gambling. He didn't even ask Caesar who "Eva" was, as if he had anticipated or wasn't surprised by the changes in the academy system.

Looking at his familiar yet unfamiliar companion, Caesar suddenly realized that perhaps in this disaster, it wasn't just the environment and situation that changed; even the most inconspicuous characters might reveal entirely different talents under the tempering of pressure and concern.

“Then let’s move out.” Caesar drew his Desert Eagle, checked the last bullet, and his eyes sharpened again. “You stay close to me, you’ll be responsible for pointing the way and providing early warnings. Zhen, stay with us, no matter what happens, don’t stop.”

Lu Mingfei nodded without saying anything more. He listened intently for a few more seconds, then gently opened the door to the tool shed.

"Now. In the shadows on the left, walk close to the wall. The first guy smoking will turn around and flick his ash in five seconds."

Under Lu Mingfei's precise control, the realm of Time Zero revealed the most advantageous gap for him and Caesar in the next few seconds.

Like ghosts blending into the darkness, the three silently slipped out of the tool shed and, following Lu Mingfei's instructions, swiftly disappeared into the deepest shadows on one side of the corridor. The distant shouts of the rioters, the girl's cries, and the sounds of things being smashed created a chaotic background. Their movements, at this moment, were synchronized and silent.

The corridor where the three of them were hiding led to a relatively spacious circular hall at the far end. The faint green light of emergency lights shone from the direction of the hall, and the arrogant shouts of the rioters and the sporadic sounds of guns being cocked could be heard.

Caesar and Lu Mingfei exchanged a glance. Lu Mingfei nodded slightly, signaling the right moment.

Then, led by Lu Mingfei, with Caesar and Zhen following closely behind, the three of them moved silently toward the edge of the rotunda, to the area of ​​deepest shadow cast by the huge potted plants and decorative pillars, as if they had rehearsed beforehand.

Chapter 523 Taking Down a Bakuzoku Member

The rotunda is actually an elevator hall with inexpensive but shiny black marble floors. Guests heading upstairs to the Turkish bath and billiards room usually transfer to the direct elevator here.

At this moment, only an emergency light in the hall emitted a dim, greenish glow, barely outlining a few swaying silhouettes of people holding weapons. The light was so dim that it was impossible to determine the exact number and location of people with the naked eye.

With the super-fast reflexes and physical abilities gained after the blood rush, Caesar was confident that he could take down the five or six closest thugs with his bare hands before they could react.

The problem is that if someone is hiding in a more distant, dark corner, or even in the shadows of the elevator car, and fires the moment he makes a move, then the dense barrage of buckshot will be unavoidable.

The subtle sound feedback from the weasel instantly created a clear spatial model in his mind: there were twelve people in the rotunda! The breathing and metallic scraping sounds of four of them were clearly coming from the shadows in the far corner.

Forcing your way in would be tantamount to suicide. But the passageway leading to the changing rooms was located on the other side of the hall.

Caesar's long, slender fingers caressed the smooth hilt of the "Dick Twist" hunting knife, his icy blue eyes scanning rapidly in the darkness, searching for even the slightest exploitable flaw.

"Someone's coming this way!" Lu Mingfei's low voice suddenly broke Caesar's thoughts.

Caesar immediately focused his mind, and the Kamaitachi's domain expanded. Sure enough, hurried and chaotic footsteps were approaching the corridor where they were hiding. With the help of his Word of Power, he could not only tell that there were two people, but he could even catch the faint "clattering" sound of the cheap silver chains on their wrists striking the metal barrels of their guns with each step.

Caesar's brow didn't furrow; instead, he raised it slightly. "Good timing! We're just in need of intelligence and equipment. Let's retreat!"

The three retreated swiftly and silently into the depths of the corridor. Lu Mingfei and Zhen led the way, while Caesar, wielding two pistols, brought up the rear. The footsteps grew closer, accompanied by the unrestrained laughter and rude shouts of the teenagers.

The blinding beams of flashlights pierced the darkness like swords, illuminating a section of the corridor ahead as if it were daytime. Once they stepped into this corridor, Lu Mingfei and Zhen would have nowhere to hide.

Caesar was certainly confident he could subdue two ordinary biker teenagers with his bare hands, but the key was to avoid making any noise that might alert the twelve people in the hall. Gunshots, the sound of heavy objects falling, or even a short groan could lead to annihilation.

Caesar took only a few steps back before abruptly stopping, turning around, clapping his hands lightly, and speaking quickly and clearly: "Sit down against the wall! Bow your head, put your hands on your heads! Quickly!"

Lu Mingfei was stunned for a moment, but Asou Makoto next to him had already understood the instruction. Without hesitation, she grabbed Lu Mingfei's arm and almost dragged him to the wall. The two quickly sat down with their backs against the cold wall, their hands behind their heads and their faces down. This was the typical posture of a coerced person.

The real shop assistant uniform was the best cover, and Lu Mingfei's slightly unfashionable plaid shirt and jeans, which he "borrowed" from the hospital, perfectly matched the image of a "homebody" who had accidentally wandered into this place, blending in unnoticed among the crowd being driven out.

The instant the corridor door was violently pushed open, Caesar lay silently and completely flat on the cold floor, pressed against the shadow at the base of the wall. That was an absolute blind spot at the edge of the cone-shaped beam of the flashlight.

"Hey! Over here! There are two more lone ones!" A boy with dyed yellow hair and an excited flush on his face shone a flashlight on Lu Mingfei and Zhen's faces and shouted in a rough voice in Japanese.

He and his companion strode forward, their boots clattering heavily on the floor. Their attention was completely drawn to the two prisoners before them, and they did not look down at the thick, impenetrable darkness beneath their feet.

The beam of any flashlight is conical; it can illuminate distant objects, but it cannot illuminate the ground just inches directly below the light source.

Just as the two boys reached directly above Caesar, the hunter in the darkness moved. Caesar's hands shot out like iron pincers, grabbing both boys' ankles at the same time.

"What?!"

"Baka Yalu!"

The sudden loss of balance caused the two teenagers to scream and fall forward. However, these bikers, who were used to racing cars and had reflexes far beyond that of ordinary people, were still able to instinctively raise their short-barreled shotguns and point them in the direction of the threat the moment they lost their balance.

But Caesar would never give them the chance to pull the trigger. His fists, like cannonballs, shot upwards with the power of his core, striking the two unsuspecting boys in the abdomen.

This is the junction of the stomach and diaphragm, a dense area of ​​nerve plexuses. The excruciating pain from the blow instantly deprived them of their ability to breathe and speak. Their two young faces were contorted with suffocation and agony, and the shotguns in their hands slipped limply from their grasp. Caesar seized the opportunity, grabbed the gun, and tucked it into his own lower back.

Immediately following were two dull, teeth-grinding cracking sounds, almost simultaneously. Caesar's hook punches struck the sides of the two boys' jaws from below. The immense force not only instantly broke their jawbones but also sent the impact straight to their brains, causing brief concussions.

Caesar's strong arms stretched out like iron hoops, tightly embracing the two limp, unconscious bodies, and gently laid them down on the ground. The only sound during the entire process was the faint rustling of fabric.

A perfect, silent ambush; textbook-perfect close-quarters combat skills—this perfectly embodied the essence of Kassel College's tactics. Caesar let out a soft breath, a slight, smug smile playing on his lips.

A sudden change has occurred!

The blond-haired boy, who should have been unconscious after being struck hard on the jaw, suddenly convulsed. With an astonishingly fierce will, perhaps fueled by drugs, he clutched his cracked and bleeding chin, staggered to his feet, made strange "hoarse" sounds in his throat, and stumbled towards the corridor and the hallway.

Caesar's pupils suddenly contracted! He absolutely mustn't be allowed to shout out, or escape to warn others!

There is no choice.

Caesar drew his Desert Eagle with lightning speed, which had only one bullet left. At the same time, he quickly peeled off his jacket with his other hand and wrapped it around the gun as a makeshift silencer.

He pounced like a cheetah hunting its prey, catching up from behind just as the boy was about to rush out of the corridor door, and pressed the cold muzzle of the gun, hidden under clothing, firmly against the boy's upper back, near his spine.