Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei finds a Freylian

Lu Mingfei didn't stop. He pulled the bolt, ejected the spent cartridge, and chambered a round—his movements were clumsy, even awkward, but fast enough. He then turned the gun towards another Mercedes-Benz C63 AMG.

At this moment, Chu Zihang's bullet had already pierced the last support point of the neon sign.

"Snap—"

The ear-piercing sound of metal snapping echoed. The enormous neon sign swayed, then detached itself entirely from the building's facade, crashing to the ground like divine retribution, carrying with it countless wires, light tubes, and glass fragments.

"boom--!!!"

The signboard slammed down in front of the internet cafe, the loud crash drowning out the torrential rain. Glass light tubes shattered into countless fragments, exploding in the rain like blooming flowers of death. Wires snapped, sending blue sparks crackling and popping in the downpour.

Lu Mingfei's second shot rang out at that moment.

"boom!"

The right rear tire of a Mercedes-Benz C63 AMG burst. The vehicle lost control the moment it started moving, and the rear of the car swung violently to one side, colliding with another vehicle.

The boys screamed in terror. They scrambled back into the internet cafe, dragging their companions with them. Several of the slower ones were cut by shards of glass, their blood mingling with the rainwater. The vehicles that had been preparing to give chase either had their tires shot out by Lu Mingfei or were blocked by collapsed signs.

Chu Zihang casually tossed the empty MP7 out of the car. The gun rolled a few times in the rain before sliding into a roadside ditch. He sat up expressionlessly, his left arm wrapping around Lu Mingfei's waist again, while his right hand drew a Beretta from his waist.

"Let's drive," Chu Zihang said.

Lu Mingfei also put away his hunting rifle. The barrel was still slightly warm. Looking out the window at the wrecked sports cars and panicked bikers, he felt not much joy of victory, but rather a strange calm.

He did it; he really helped.

On such an open battlefield, wielding deadly weapons, their qualities as professionals and battlefield commanders were fully revealed. The biker gang members may have received a hefty reward, but they took on missions beyond their authority, completely unaware of what they were about to face.

A cold smile curled at the corner of Caesar's lips. He didn't drive away immediately, but instead revved the engine, the Viper's engine roaring defiantly. He was waiting, waiting for the boys to emerge from under the rubble of the neon sign, waiting for them to run towards his wrecked sports car with bloodshot eyes, waiting for them to start their engines and prepare to give chase.

He wants to give them hope, and then extinguish it with his own hands.

Finally, a few of the bolder teenagers rushed out of the internet cafe. They saw the bright red Viper, and inside were the three people who had ruined everything for them. Anger overwhelmed their fear, and they howled like wild beasts as they charged towards the sports cars that were still running.

A GTR engine roared first, followed by a Mercedes C63 AMG, and then several modified Hondas and Toyotas.

The car lights came on again, weaving a net of light through the rain.

Caesar sneered before releasing the brake and flooring the accelerator.

The viper shot out like an arrow, its tires spinning a few times on the slippery road before suddenly gripping the ground and disappearing around the corner with a screeching sound.

The cars behind immediately followed. Seven or eight sports cars engaged in a frantic chase through the rain-soaked streets. The roar of engines, the screeching of tires, and the splashing rain created a chaotic and violent scene.

But Caesar didn't flee at full speed. He consciously controlled his speed, allowing the cars behind him to barely catch his taillights, yet never quite closing the distance. He was toying with them, like a cat toying with mice.

His plan was to take the boys more than ten kilometers to a mountain road in Saitama Prefecture, a treacherous route he had experienced on his way to Chizuru Town. It clung to a cliff, with a mountain wall on one side and a sheer drop of hundreds of meters on the other. The road was narrow and had many bends; on stormy nights, it was a natural death track.

Caesar was very interested to know how many outlaws would dare to follow his taillights once he reached that road.

Chapter 540 Miss Zhen is in their hands

The headlights cast zigzag trails in the rainy night, like ghostly dances. The convoy left the city and entered the mountain roads. The rain showed no signs of letting up; in fact, it seemed to intensify due to the mountain winds. Rainwater cascaded down the windshields like waterfalls, and even with the wipers on full blast, visibility was barely maintained.

The mountain road began to become treacherous. One sharp bend after another, some with angles almost 180 degrees. The road surface was slippery, and puddles formed in low-lying areas, causing wheels to suddenly lose traction when driven over them.

Caesar rarely used the brakes. He drove the Viper with an almost artistic flair, precisely calculating the entry angle and speed before each corner, gliding through the apex with a gliding motion. The steering wheel seemed to come alive in his hands, every turn precise and decisive.

The pursuers behind began to feel the pressure. Racing in these conditions requires not only courage, but also skill and experience.

Lu Mingfei raised his shotgun again. He was in an awkward position, his face pressed against the glass, his body held in place by Chu Zihang, only able to barely twist his upper body. But he still managed to stick the barrel out of the window and aim at the GTR that was chasing him the closest.

The torrential rain, the bumpy ride, and the high-speed movement made aiming extremely difficult. But Lu Mingfei still pulled the trigger.

"boom!"

The recoil of the shotgun slammed his shoulder against the car door, making him wince in pain. The bullet missed, leaving a dent in the hood of the GTR, but it didn't hit the tire.

"Damn it," Lu Mingfei cursed under his breath as he pulled the bolt back on his gun.

He loaded the last bullet. He took a deep breath and aimed again.

This time, he activated Time Zero.

The world slowed down. The GTR's wheels spun slowly in the rain, splashing water in slow motion. Lu Mingfei subtly adjusted the muzzle of his gun, aiming it at the predicted trajectory of the right front wheel.

Pull the trigger.

"boom!"

In the realm of time zero, he could see the trajectory of the bullets, the lead pellets spinning in the air, and how they eventually hit their targets.

The GTR's right front tire burst, the rubber tearing instantly. The vehicle suddenly lost traction while cornering at high speed, and the front of the car lurched towards the side of the cliff. The driver frantically swerved the steering wheel, but it was too late. The car spun a full circle on the road and crashed into the inner mountainside, the hood popping up and white smoke billowing from the front.

The driver of the Mercedes C63 AMG behind was clearly startled; he slammed on the brakes, causing his car to slow down drastically. The cars behind couldn't react in time, resulting in a chain-reaction collision; several vehicles crashed into each other, blocking the narrow mountain road.

Only the viper continued forward, like a red ghost, speeding alone along the mountain path in the rainy night.

"Help—me—!"

Lu Mingfei's screams echoed inside the car. His face was still pressed against the glass, but with the car swaying violently on the mountain road, his head kept slamming against the glass, making dull thuds. To make matters worse, the intense centrifugal force from the high-speed cornering made his stomach churn.

"Ugh," Lu Mingfei finally couldn't hold it in and dry heaved.

Chu Zihang's expression was also not good. As someone who only went to amusement parks to ride gentle rides like "Winnie the Pooh and His Friends," he found it difficult to adapt to this kind of violent, high-speed game.

Only Caesar was laughing heartily. His blond hair was soaked with sweat and plastered to his forehead, but his eyes shone with an astonishing light, filled with excitement and the thrill of conquest.

"This affordable sports car is pretty good, it handles great! Hahaha!" Caesar exclaimed, his voice still clear amidst the roar of the engine. "Although it can't compare to my Bugatti, it's pretty good for its price range!"

"Can't you slow down, slow down, slow down a little?" Lu Mingfei said weakly, feeling like he was about to die. "Haven't we already shaken off the pursuers?"

“We’re not completely out of danger yet,” Caesar glanced at the time on the dashboard. “The Sheki-Hachi family headquarters are on their way to Chizuru. We need to get as far away from Chizuru as possible before they arrive.”

He paused, then added, "Moreover, Chizuru Town should have its power restored by now. Once the power is restored, Princess Kaguya will have a way to monitor our location."

"You removed the GPS system from this car, didn't you?" Chu Zihang asked, his voice broken by the bumps in the vehicle.

Caesar pulled a small square box from his pocket, with two thin, cut threads attached to it. He casually tossed it to Chu Zihang: "The first thing to do when you get in the car is this. How could I possibly allow Kaguya to lock onto us via GPS?"

Chu Zihang caught the small box and nodded. But just then...

On the center console, a small blue light shaped like a cell phone suddenly lit up. Immediately afterwards, a "beep beep beep" call sounded inside the car.

All three of them were stunned. The small light indicated the car's phone system; someone was calling the Viper's car phone.

“You forgot to remove the car phone system as well,” Chu Zihang said.

Caesar's face darkened. He had made a mistake. Not only could the GPS system pinpoint the vehicle's location, but the car phone could also use triangulation via cell towers. Princess Kaguya could easily find out which cell tower the call had used and thus determine their location.

Whether they answer the call or not is irrelevant now. Their location may have already been exposed.

This means they have to abandon their car and choose other means of transportation.

Caesar stared at the flashing blue light, a hint of malice flashing in his eyes. He'd just escaped from the ocean, only to be surrounded and gunned down in an internet cafe, and now he was forced to race recklessly on a mountain road. At a time like this, anyone would want to say something harsh.

He reached out and pressed the answer button.

Instead of Kaguya's calm, mechanical, simulated human voice, the loudspeaker emitted a slightly hoarse male voice. This voice was sharp and flippant, yet carried a venomous chill, as if it could pierce through the airwaves and penetrate to the bone.

He spoke in Japanese, very quickly, with a tone full of mockery and malice.

Caesar and Chu Zihang could only understand a few words; their Japanese proficiency was limited to basic conversation. But Lu Mingfei's expression changed the moment he heard that voice.

He understood.

I understood every single word.

Lu Mingfei froze. He slowly turned his head to look at Caesar. Rain streamed down the windshield, blurring and distorting Caesar's face, but Lu Mingfei could see that Caesar's expression gradually shifted from initial anger to confusion.

The voice continued speaking, using the most vicious language to describe a scene and someone's ordeal.

Lu Mingfei's lips trembled. He wanted to speak, but something seemed to be blocking his throat, and he couldn't make a sound. His eyes were wide open, and his pupils contracted in shock.

"What's this guy babbling about?" Caesar asked, frowning, his gaze shifting from the car phone to Lu Mingfei.

Lu Mingfei opened his mouth. Rainwater streamed down the glass, tracing patterns on his cheeks like tears.

He heard his own voice, dry and hoarse, as if it came from a very far place: "He said that Miss Zhen is in their hands."

Chapter 541 Looking Back

Caesar slammed on the brakes.

The tires screeched sharply on the slippery mountain road, and the acrid smell of burning rubber against asphalt filled the air instantly. The Viper spun uncontrollably in the rain, its body like a top being whipped by an invisible giant hand, swinging in exaggerated arcs.

Lu Mingfei's face was almost "torn" off the windshield by the centrifugal force. Chu Zihang's arm was locked around his waist like an iron hoop, and his other hand was supporting the dashboard. The three of them were thrown around by the violent force inside the car.

Finally, with a deafening crash, the Viper's front left side slammed into the guardrail beside the mountain road. Metal twisted and deformed, glass shards flew everywhere. The vehicle finally came to a stop, its left front wheel dangling in the air, below which lay a dark, bottomless cliff.

The engine was still groaning as it died, and blue smoke was billowing from the exhaust pipe.

The car was deathly silent. The only sounds were the pounding rain against the roof and the heavy breathing of the three people inside.

Caesar's hands were still gripping the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles white from the force. He stared straight ahead, his eyes unblinking. The torrential rain, like a ripped hole in the sky, poured wildly into the valley. And in the depths of that rain curtain, the outline of the town of Chizuru was faintly visible.

At that moment, a dazzling fire rose in the center of the town.

The orange-red flames burned stubbornly in the torrential rain, shooting skyward and casting an eerie glow on the low-hanging clouds. Even from this distance, even with the rain obstructing the view, the firelight remained blindingly bright.

That location was Mambo Internet Cafe.

"Did he just say his real name?" Caesar asked, his voice eerily calm, almost devoid of any inflection.

Lu Mingfei swallowed hard. His face was still pressed against the cold glass, rain streaming down his cheeks like tears. He nodded, the movement clumsy due to the stiffness in his neck.

“Asou Makoto,” Lu Mingfei said, his voice hoarse, “he said those three words very clearly. He said, Miss Makoto is in their hands. If we don’t go back, they will…”

He didn't finish his sentence. But everyone understood what he meant.

Caesar took a deep breath. He released his hands from the steering wheel, then gripped it again. His knuckles crackled slightly, like firecrackers popping, a protest from his joints under immense pressure.

“Phew, sit tight,” Caesar said, his voice deep and rumbling like a volcano about to erupt. “It’s going to be even bumpier than when we came here.”

Chu Zihang didn't speak. He simply checked his seatbelt silently, making sure the buckle was secure. Then, he tightened his grip on Lu Mingfei's waist, almost to the point of causing Lu Mingfei pain. With his other hand, he drew his Beretta pistol from his waist and loaded the last magazine.

"Click".

The sound of the magazine being inserted into its slot was exceptionally clear in the quiet car.

Lu Mingfei felt his heart pounding wildly. He wanted to speak, to ask Caesar what he planned to do, to ask Chu Zihang if he had any plans. But his throat felt like it was blocked by something, and he couldn't make a sound.

Only one biker gang member had seen Shin with them—the underwear thief, the monkey-faced man they tied up and stuffed into the closet. Perhaps he was implying Shin was an accomplice of Caesar and his gang, or perhaps a traitor had emerged among the other waitresses, betraying Shin to protect themselves.