Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei finds a Freylian

Lu Mingfei stood there, panting heavily, the brick in his hand still dripping hydraulic oil. The entire series of actions had taken less than two seconds in the real world.

"What are you all standing there for?" Lu Mingfei said breathlessly, "Let's go!"

It was only then that Zhen realized what was happening, and she grabbed Caesar's hand: "This way! The staff entrance!"

The four of them squeezed into the narrow staff passageway. The passageway was low, dark, and filled with a musty smell. Zhen led the way; she knew the layout of the place like the back of her hand.

At the end of the corridor is the changing room.

Compared to the elegant cubicles in the internet cafe, the changing room was not just rudimentary, it was downright dilapidated.

This was a poorly ventilated room with walls covered in years of yellow stains. The wooden bench was rotten and emitted a sour smell. The makeshift shower was covered in rust, and the faucet dripped murky water. Rows of iron cabinets stood in the white steam, most of their doors rusted and their locks crooked.

Young girls would change into alluring and sexy tight-fitting cheongsams in this dilapidated and dirty place, pass through a hidden staff passage, and appear before the guests.

Caesar was somewhat moved.

Chu Zihang pressed himself against the wall, listening intently. After a few seconds, he turned and said, "There's the sound of water. It seems Eva's intelligence was correct; the Turkish bath's drainpipes are inside this wall."

Caesar looked around but couldn't find a suitable tool. But that didn't stop him. He took two steps back, gathered his strength, and then kicked hard at the thin wall covered in water stains.

"boom!"

The wall collapsed with a crash, revealing a cast iron pipe about two feet in diameter behind it. The pipe was covered in rust and felt warm and damp to the touch.

Chu Zihang reached out and touched the pipe wall, estimating the temperature: "About 40 degrees Celsius. It is indeed the drainage pipe of a Turkish bath. The leftover water from the guests' baths is discharged underground through this pipe."

"This is terrible!" Caesar frowned. "Am I supposed to bathe in someone else's used bathwater?"

“That doesn’t matter,” Chu Zihang said. “The problem is that we don’t have the right tools. How are we going to open this pipe?”

"Is Junyan okay?"

“The explosive force is difficult to control. These old buildings may collapse during an explosion.”

“I’ve got it! Use the gunpowder from the bullets,” Caesar immediately came up with a plan. “Detonate it at the base of the pipe. We’ll need about the gunpowder for 50 pistol bullets.”

He removed the magazine from the Beretta. Compared to buckshot and MP7 bullets, Parabellum rounds had more gunpowder. Chu Zihang and Lu Mingfei also began unloading bullets from other firearms.

"We're still missing something that can be used as a fuse," Chu Zihang pointed out the key issue.

“I have one,” Caesar said, pulling something carefully rolled up like an advertising flyer from his trouser pocket.

He carefully unfolded it, revealing half a "Mild Seven Stars" cigarette inside. Although the dark-faced old lady gave him a disapproving look, he still couldn't bear to throw away this commoner's cigarette that he had only taken two puffs of.

Circumstances create heroes; even the rich, handsome, and powerful have been driven to desperation.

Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang were responsible for prying open the bullets, carefully using the tip of a knife to open the bullets and pour the gunpowder inside onto a piece of scrap paper. Caesar was responsible for setting up this simple bomb; he had learned this skill from hunters in East Africa, using the gunpowder from bullets to create small bombs that could frighten rhinos.

Zhen silently opened her wardrobe and took out her most important item: a photo of herself and her grandmother.

She carefully tucked the photo into her inner pocket, then turned to look at the three men who were making a bomb.

Caesar focused intently on adjusting the cigarette's position, while Chu Zihang meticulously poured the gunpowder. Lu Mingfei assisted him, glancing nervously towards the door every now and then. The continuous use of Time Zero had pushed him to his physical limit; his face was pale, but his eyes were much more determined than usual.

Suddenly, she felt that she wasn't so afraid anymore. Perhaps it was because she had finally found her own sunshine.

Chapter 532 The Lecher

"Someone's coming," Caesar suddenly stopped what he was doing and tilted his ear slightly toward the door.

A few seconds later, everyone heard footsteps moving along the wall, cautiously, each step as if afraid of disturbing something. Someone had crept into the employee corridor in the darkness and was heading towards the locker room.

Caesar immediately tossed a Beretta to Chu Zihang. The latter caught it steadily, and the two cocked their guns almost simultaneously, their movements so light they made almost no sound. Caesar gestured to Zhen and Lu Mingfei, and the four of them quickly hid behind the rows of rusty iron cabinets.

The door was pushed open, making a creaking sound. Then came the sound of it closing, equally slow and hesitant, as if the person who pushed the door was also trying to control their strength.

That person came in.

In the dim light, only a thin silhouette could be seen. He groped his way forward along a row of metal cabinets outside, his fingers scraping against the rusty doors with a faint scraping sound. He pulled on each cabinet door, but they were all locked. This was the only private space the girl working in the internet cafe had; all her valuables and personal belongings were locked inside, so naturally, they had to be locked.

The man seemed somewhat agitated, pulling harder and harder on the cabinet door, the metal latch making a "click-clack" sound.

Finally, he found an unlocked cabinet.

That was a real locker. She had taken out the money and photos from the metal box and, in her nervousness, forgot to lock it again.

The thin man paused for a moment, then quickly reached into the cabinet and rummaged around. His movements were strange; he wasn't searching, but rather touching something. From a distance, Caesar could see his shoulders trembling slightly, a morbid excitement in them.

Caesar winked at Chu Zihang, signaling Zhen and Lu Mingfei to stay put. He and Chu Zihang then flanked them silently, like two cheetahs pouncing on their prey.

Chu Zihang made a circle with his thumb and forefinger to represent the target. Caesar spread his palm and slashed forward like a knife, indicating that he would be the main attacker, while Chu Zihang would provide cover. This was the tactical hand signal from Kassel College.

Chu Zihang emerged from his hiding place, knelt on one knee, and held his gun with both hands. The Beretta's sights were firmly locked onto the back of the thin man.

Caesar launched his attack at that moment, his movements as swift as lightning, yet as light as a cat. He covered the three-step distance in an instant, his right hand looping around from behind, his elbow locking the man's thin neck, his bulging biceps pressing against his throat, silencing him. Simultaneously, his left hand seized the wrist holding the object.

If this guy tries to struggle, Caesar can snap his thin neck at any time.

Only then did Caesar get a clear look at the man: a man in wrinkled clothes, thin as a monkey, with greasy hair plastered to his scalp. Before being choked, he had been intently burying his face in something in his hands, inhaling deeply.

It's a piece of women's underwear. It's pure cotton, white, and the style is so conservative it looks like something from the last century.

A flash of disgust crossed Caesar's eyes, and he slammed the man's nose hard with the butt of his gun.

"Crack!"

The sound of his nasal bone shattering was clearly audible. The monkey-faced man couldn't even scream; his throat was locked, and he could only gasp for breath. Blood gushed from his nose instantly, staining the underwear in his hand.

"I give up! You lecherous scoundrel! You treacherous villain! You wicked scoundrel! He even touched my butt just now!"

Lu Mingfei burst from his hiding place. He didn't have a gun, but his movements were surprisingly fast. He rushed in front of the monkey-faced man and delivered a spectacular high kick to the man's chin. This was a Muay Thai kick he had learned in tactics class at Kassel College; the instructor had said it was very effective against opponents shorter than himself.

"boom!"

The monkey-faced man was kicked backward; if Caesar hadn't still locked his neck, the kick would have sent him flying.

But the price of being carefree is...

"His-"

The already ripped hem of the cheongsam was completely torn apart during this high leg raise. The tear ran from the upper thigh all the way to the waist, revealing black safety shorts and a large patch of pale skin underneath. Lu Mingfei now truly looked "slender and radiant," if one ignored the clenched teeth expression on his face.

"Damn it! My cheongsam!" Lu Mingfei looked down at his completely ruined clothes and kicked it again. "It's all your fault, you freak!"

Caesar released his grip on the man's throat. The monkey-faced man slid to the ground like a lump of mud, still clutching the blood-stained underwear tightly in his hand. Caesar bent down and pulled several more items from the man's pockets; they were all white, conservatively styled, and all belonged to the same person.

Caesar turned to look at Zhen.

Zhen stood not far away, her face already flushed red to her ears. Her hands twisted together helplessly, her eyes unsure where to look. Among Japanese girls, she was quite tall, and she was wearing retro lingerie that only mothers would wear—pure cotton, without any lace decorations, practical to the point of being utterly devoid of aesthetics.

So the underwear thieves at school never stole hers; their targets were the small, pink, and baby blue cute styles. Often, the entire clothes rack would be emptied of underwear, leaving only the real underwear hanging there forlornly.

Finally, someone came to steal my underwear. I don't know whether to feel disgusted or flattered.

Caesar frowned. He hadn't expected her to actually follow. He and Chu Zihang had clearly signaled for her and Lu Mingfei to stay put during their operation. But she had still followed and witnessed the whole thing.

This raises a serious problem: the monkey-faced man clearly saw the real face. If he tells anyone afterward, the biker gang could very well follow that lead to the real man's house. These lawless teenagers are capable of anything.

In an instant, a murderous glint flashed in Caesar's eyes.

The dead are the safest. The dead won't reveal any secrets. If it were any other member of the Gattuso family here, they'd probably be shot in the head. In the family's upbringing, eliminating potential threats to protect important people or things is a matter of course.

But Caesar quickly suppressed the thought, looking at the monkey-faced man on the ground, his eyes rolled back, blood streaming from his nose, and his crotch soaked. This guy was the smallest in terms of physique, courage, and strength among this group of bikers; who knew how he had managed to survive in such a violent gang?

He was less a thug and more a parasite hiding in the shadow of the powerful. He had no interest in killing; his mind was only on stealing underwear. Compared to his companions, who were as frenzied as wild beasts and obsessed with taking lives, he was the one who least deserved to die.

At the very least, they shouldn't be killed for the possibility of leaking secrets.

Caesar bent down and pressed the muzzle of the Beretta gun against the monkey man's temple. The cold metallic touch sent a shiver down the man's spine.

“If you move even slightly, I’ll let you taste the pain of a broken skull,” Caesar said coldly in English. He knew the other man wouldn’t understand, but the murderous intent in his tone was a universal language. “Now listen to me quietly!”

The monkey-man indeed dared not move, even though he couldn't move anyway. His eyes were wide open, his pupils shrinking to pinpoints with fear.

“He fainted from fright,” Lu Mingfei squatted down and poked the monkey-like man’s face. “Even if he hadn’t fainted, he wouldn’t understand the English you’re speaking, boss. Look—”

Lu Mingfei pointed to the monkey-man's crotch. It was soaked through, yellow urine dripping from his trousers and pooling on the ground. A strong, pungent stench filled the air.

Caesar frowned in disgust, quickly released his grip, and took a step back.

The moment he let go, the monkey-faced man collapsed like a snake with its spine removed, his head tilting uncontrollably backward—

"Boom!"

The back of his head slammed heavily against the metal locker door. The sound was unusually loud, echoing in the quiet locker room.

Caesar realized his mistake. He hurriedly reached for the monkey-man's collar, but it was too late. The sound of the impact had already reached them.

Chapter 533 Aso Makoto's Courage (Part 1)

Outside several walls, the sound of footsteps suddenly stopped, and the biker gang members who were searching heard the sounds coming from the changing room.

Loud shouts rang out. It was Japanese, rapid and fierce. Caesar couldn't understand what they were saying; perhaps they were calling out the monkey man's name, or perhaps they were demanding "Who are you?" But the result was the same: once they found the staff entrance, they would inevitably end up in the women's changing room.

Footsteps began to gather in this direction. Not just one, at least five or six, possibly more.

Caesar and Chu Zihang quickly exchanged a glance, their eyes conveying the same message: This is trouble.

They had traveled a long way and were all nearly exhausted. Caesar was suffering from stomach cramps from hunger, Chu Zihang was pale after using his Word of Power repeatedly, and Lu Mingfei was panting heavily from the recent Zero Time. Their opponents were a group of thugs armed with deadly weapons, their adrenaline surging, and utterly fearless.

In this state, even the slightest mishap, such as being hit by a deer bullet, would be fatal, even with dragon blood. The deer bullet's close-range lethality is enough to tear flesh and break bones.

If we want to avoid a tough fight, we have to resort to guns and use heavy force.

“A shot to the leg won’t be fatal,” Chu Zihang said, releasing the safety on his Beretta. His voice was calm, but his hand holding the gun was frighteningly steady.

“But we’re running low on bullets,” Caesar said, drawing his short-barreled shotgun from his waist and checking the magazine. “We’ve pried out most of the bullets to make the gunpowder for bombs. We have a maximum of five rounds left each.”

Five bullets against potentially more than ten enemies. And you have to control the shot to avoid killing anyone. A leg shot won't be fatal, but only if it hits. In close-quarters melee, who can guarantee the bullets won't miss?

"You all hide! Hide in the locker! Leave the rest to me!" Zhen's voice suddenly rang out, soft yet urgent.

Caesar turned to look at her, frowning: "What use is it to you?"

In his upbringing, women were seen as objects of protection—beautiful and lovely, yet fragile and powerless, like exquisite bone china vases. A nobleman's duty was to protect these vases, not to use them as shields against bullets when enemies attacked.

If it were Nono, that would be a different story. She's a violent woman who can wield a steel pipe and beat up a Kamaitachi, a comrade who can fight alongside Caesar. But really, she's just an ordinary female student, the kind who would blush even at the sight of a lingerie thief.

"I have a plan!" Zhen pushed Caesar without saying a word, shoving him into her closet. "I work here, they won't suspect me! You guys hide!"

The wardrobe, though narrow, was a good two meters tall, designed to make it easy for girls to hang their long dresses. Caesar, at 1.9 meters tall, could fit comfortably, though he needed to bend over slightly.

Caesar struggled to come up with a solution: "You don't need to take the risk! I have another way!"