Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei finds a Freylian

They thought they had lured the biker gang out of the internet cafe and were about to engage in a frantic car chase on a mountain road in the rain. But now it seems the truth is quite different.

It wasn't that they shook off the biker gang's pursuit, but rather that the biker gang gave up on the car chase.

Because they held more important hostages. They only needed to wait at the Mambo Internet Cafe, waiting for Caesar and his men to have no choice but to return. And to increase their leverage, they conveniently set the internet cafe on fire, using the towering flames as a beacon and the real hostage as bait.

The man with the chilling voice had ended the call through the car phone's speakerphone. Lu Mingfei didn't translate the last sentence, but Caesar detected mockery and provocation in the other person's tone.

The car was deathly silent. Only the deep rumble of the engine and the relentless pounding of the rain could be heard.

"What did he say last?" Caesar asked, his eyes still fixed on the distant firelight.

Lu Mingfei remained silent for a few seconds.

“He said he would wait for us to take his car back,” Lu Mingfei said softly, almost drowned out by the sound of the rain.

A cold smile curled at the corners of Caesar's lips.

"I won't keep him waiting too long."

Before he finished speaking, Caesar floored the accelerator.

The Viper's engine roared deafeningly, its eight-cylinder engine unleashing its full power in an instant. But that wasn't enough; Caesar's hand moved swiftly across the center console, pressing a red button.

"Whoosh—", a sound like the release of high-pressure gas came from the rear of the car. Immediately afterwards, bright blue flames shot out of the exhaust pipe, eerily bright like will-o'-the-wisps in the rainy night.

Caesar activated the NOS cylinder—the nitrous oxide injection system. This racing modification fully extracts the engine's potential, giving the Viper power far exceeding its design limits in an instant.

The car shook violently, as if it might fall apart at any moment. All three people were pressed firmly against the backs of their seats by the violent acceleration. Lu Mingfei felt as if his internal organs were about to be squeezed out of his throat. Chu Zihang's arms were bulging with muscles from the exertion, and the veins were clearly visible under his skin.

Like a fiery chariot bursting forth from hell, the viper raced against the torrential rain, heading headlong towards the town of Chizuru, towards the towering flames, and towards the traps that awaited them.

The torrential rain couldn't extinguish the fire at Mambo Internet Cafe.

This old building is not made of reinforced concrete; the interior walls are actually made of wood, both to save costs and to maintain a traditional Japanese style. Once lit, the wood becomes excellent fuel, causing the flames to burn fiercely and continuously.

Even if the fire trucks arrived, they might not be able to extinguish the raging fire. Besides, the street corner was piled high with the wreckage of cars—those luxury sports cars wrecked by Caesar had become perfect roadblocks. The fire trucks simply couldn't get through.

Three black vans were parked in front of the internet cafe. The dented luxury sports cars were arranged in a "crane wing" formation on either side of the vans, like an ancient army formation. The boys hiding behind the van doors held hunting rifles, the barrels carefully pointed to the ground to prevent rainwater from getting into the chambers and soaking the bullets.

On the hood of the sports car, figures were lying, female waitresses.

They wore tattered cheongsams, some torn, some deliberately cut open, and clung tightly to the cold hood of the sports car, completely blocking its view. The torrential rain soaked their clothes; the thin fabric clung to their skin, outlining the curves of their youthful bodies.

The biker gang used these girls' bodies as human shields. If someone were to shoot at them, the bullets would more likely hit these innocent girls.

This is a cruel but effective tactic.

Chapter 542 Haha, the heroes have arrived!

On the roof of the van in the very center, a man sat cross-legged in the wind and rain.

He wore sunglasses, which he didn't take off even in the pouring rain. His wrinkled striped suit was completely soaked and clung to his thin body. He toyed with a short-barreled shotgun in his hand, the barrel spinning between his fingers with a practiced ease, as if he were twirling a pen.

It's that monkey-faced man.

All the bikers looked in the same direction: the road out of town. Running along this road led to the mountains of Saitama Prefecture. They were waiting, waiting for the fiery red Viper to return.

In the darkness, the deep roar of engines grew louder as they approached.

The menacing headlights pierced the darkness like the pupils of a ferocious beast. The Viper stopped a hundred meters away from them, its front end deformed from the impact, the left headlight shattered, but the right headlight stubbornly remained lit, casting a sharp beam of light through the rain.

The monkey-faced man on top of the truck clapped his hands loudly.

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

The applause wasn't loud in the downpour, but the biker gang immediately joined in, clapping like well-trained soldiers. The applause gradually grew into a continuous chorus, forming an eerie rhythm in the rainy night, like an audience cheering for an actor's entrance.

However, the viper did not enter the attack range.

Caesar was well aware of the capabilities of the biker gang's weapons. The buckshot-powered shotguns were extremely effective against close-range targets, but their effective range was only about twenty meters. Even if the biker gang had a few Beretta pistols, given the boys' skill level, it would be difficult for them to hit a target more than a hundred meters away.

This is a safe distance, at least for now.

Caesar rolled down the car window. A torrential downpour immediately poured in, soaking his hair and clothes. He raised his Beretta and fired several shots into the windshield.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Bullet holes appeared in the glass, and spiderweb-like cracks spread outwards from the center of the holes. Then, Caesar slammed the butt of his gun into the center of those cracks.

"Splash—"

The windshield in front of the driver's seat shattered completely, shards flying everywhere. The torrential rain and wind poured into the car without hindrance, but Caesar paid no heed. He stared at the monkey-faced man through the empty window frame, across the raging storm.

At that moment, Caesar understood many things.

When the boy shouted in the employee passageway, they weren't calling out a name, but rather the person's title. That title, written as "キャプテン" in Japanese, means "captain."

This is one of the few Japanese words the Caesars have. He specifically learned a few words on his way to Japan. In addition to everyday conversational phrases like goodbye, hello, and thank you, he specifically learned the word "captain" because he is the leader of this team, and his name is "キャプテン" (captain).

The monkey-faced man opposite is the leader of the biker gang, also known as "Chapten".

No wonder this skinny, sleazy guy could mingle among these violent boys; no wonder he dared to grope Lu Mingfei's butt in full view of everyone—he was the leader of "Red Guard." In this twisted system, it was perfectly acceptable for a captain to touch a woman his team member fancied.

“I should have just shot this guy in the head. Disgusting,” Caesar said in a low voice, his voice as cold as ice.

The monkey-faced man saw Caesar's gaze. He grinned, revealing jagged, yellow teeth, and screamed in a hoarse, shrill voice. His upper body twisted and turned with the screams, like a boneless snake, his movements exaggerated and disgusting.

"He said he was grateful to the eldest son of the Gattuso family for personally bringing his beloved car back," Lu Mingfei naturally acted as the translator. His Japanese proficiency far surpassed that of Caesar and Chu Zihang.

A hint of malice flashed in Caesar's eyes: "Tell him I'll kill him right now."

"It's probably better not to threaten them in this situation, isn't it?" Lu Mingfei said anxiously, his gaze passing over the biker gang's defenses and looking towards the roof of the internet cafe. "Miss Zhen is in their hands!"

Caesar followed Lu Mingfei's gaze.

Zhen stood on the edge of the rooftop, shivering. Behind her, flames soared into the sky. The third floor of the internet cafe was completely engulfed in flames, tongues of fire spewing from the windows and licking at the night sky. A strong wind lifted the hem of her cheongsam, the thin fabric fluttering in the heat.

By the firelight, Caesar could see that her arms and legs were covered in red and purplish-blue marks, as if someone had wantonly grabbed and pinched her body. The marks stood out starkly against her fair skin.

The flames were slowly approaching her. The biker gang had poured gasoline on the rooftop, and the gasoline burned and flowed, engulfing most of the rooftop in flames. The temperature on the rooftop was at least seventy or eighty degrees Celsius; she felt like she was standing next to a steel furnace. Sweat evaporated as soon as it seeped through her skin, and tears dried as soon as they streamed from her eyes.

If it weren't for the torrential rain, we would have been roasted alive long ago.

“I said, Lu Mingfei, you translate,” Caesar said expressionlessly, but his fingers gripped the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles white. “I know what I’m doing.”

Lu Mingfei gritted his teeth, looked out the window, and shouted Caesar's words in Japanese.

On top of the truck, the monkey-faced man paused for a moment, then let out a piercing laugh.

“No need for you to worry, Mr. Gattuso,” the monkey-faced man said, magically pulling a pair of white, conservative silk underwear from his pocket—the same kind that had been stolen from him in the changing room. He crumpled the underwear into a ball, brought it to his nose, took a deep breath, and a look of ecstasy spread across his face.

"Ah! It smells so good! Do you want to smell it too?"

Lu Mingfei's face turned deathly pale instantly. A throbbing vein bulged on Caesar's forehead, its veins pulsating beneath his skin. Caesar couldn't be sure if he had truly been insulted by this monkey-like man, or if the other was merely trying to provoke them. But without a doubt, the monkey-like man had succeeded.

For someone like Caesar, this scene was utterly intolerable. The murderous intent passed down through generations of the Gattuso family began to stir slowly at this moment, like a sleeping beast being awakened.

He forced himself to calm down and scanned the biker gang's defensive line.

It was indeed a difficult line of defense to breach. The waitresses' cheongsams were torn to shreds, their pale bodies standing out starkly in the darkness. The biker gang was using this to warn Caesar: the price of violence is death. The blood of the innocent will stain this street red.

Caesar took a deep breath, the cold air of the downpour filling his lungs, forcibly suppressing his boiling rage.

"Who ordered you? How much did he pay to get you to do it?" Caesar asked, his voice hoarse from the pressure.

Lu Mingfei translated it.

"Order? I need someone to order me around?" The monkey-faced man laughed loudly, as if he had heard a funny joke. "Hahahaha! The only person who can order us around is Lord Takeda Shingen."

He laughed so hard he almost fell off the truck roof. But his laughter suddenly stopped, as if cut off by a knife.

The monkey-faced man's expression turned cold. He pushed up his sunglasses and looked at Caesar through the lenses: "Gattuso, no matter how much money my backers offer, your Gattuso family can pay three times that, right? And you'll guarantee I'll get the money alive, right?"

Chapter 543 That Lord

Caesar remained silent. This was indeed the next thing he intended to say.

"Hahahaha!" The monkey-faced man laughed again, but this time there was no joy in his laughter, only mockery and malice. "Luckily, that sir told me what kind of family the Gattuso family is. Otherwise, I really would have been tempted by this price!"

His laughter stopped, and his voice turned cold: "I can get the money alive, but before I can spend the first bill, I'll be shot in the head with a large-caliber revolver, right? Almost no one who extorted money from the Gattuso family ever survived to spend it. That's what that man told me."

Caesar was speechless. Because what the other party said was indeed true.

The Gattuso family's money is not so easy to take. The family's honor cannot be tarnished, and anyone who dares to threaten or extort the Gattuso family will ultimately die in some kind of "accident."

That gentleman was very familiar with the Gattuso family's style of doing things.

"What do you want?" Caesar finally relented. This was rare; Caesar Gattuso seldom yielded. But at this moment, he was truly in the other side's hands, the waitresses were being used as human shields, and he had no other choice.

A smug smile crept across the monkey-faced man's lips. He knew he had won, at least psychologically.

"Oh ho ho, you have a gun, don't you?" the monkey-faced man said slowly, enunciating each word clearly to ensure Lu Mingfei could translate accurately. "Use the gun to break the leg and wrist of that guy next to you named Lu Mingfei. Then use the gun to shoot through your own leg and wrist."

Caesar's pupils contracted slightly.

“We know you’re an A-class hybrid, Gattuso. We’re terrified of heroes like you when you’re healthy and strong, and we don’t dare approach you,” the monkey-faced man continued, his voice full of mockery. “We don’t want your lives either. Our mission is simply to take you to that person for disposal.”

After Lu Mingfei finished translating the passage, the car fell into a deathly silence.

There were only the sounds of torrential rain, the crackling of flames, and the faint sound of police sirens in the distance, but the sirens never approached. Clearly, the biker gang had blocked off the streets, or that person had already taken care of everything.

Caesar and Lu Mingfei exchanged a glance.

Their eyes were exchanging rapid glances. They understood each other's meaning: they couldn't do as the other said. If they harmed themselves, they would truly become fish on a chopping block. But if they didn't do as the other said, they would really die, and the waitresses might die too.

This is a difficult choice.

The monkey-faced man saw through their hesitation. He raised his hand and gestured towards the rooftop.

On the rooftop, a biker gang member walked up behind Shin. He reached out, grabbed Shin's hair, and pulled it backward forcefully. Shin let out a painful cry, forced to tilt his head back, exposing his vulnerable neck.

The boy drew a dagger from his waist. The blade gleamed coldly in the firelight.

“I’ll give you thirty seconds to think it over,” the monkey-faced man said. “If you haven’t started by then, I’ll have them properly ‘entertain’ Miss Zhen on the rooftop, right in front of you. I guarantee it will be a long and exciting affair.”

Lu Mingfei felt his blood run cold. He looked at Caesar, his lips trembling, wanting to say something, but no sound came out.

Caesar's eyes were fixed on Zhen on the rooftop, then swept over the waitresses slumped on the hood of the car. His mind raced, calculating every possibility, searching for even the slightest chance.

Caesar closed his eyes.

Three seconds later, he opened his eyes, his gaze now devoid of any hesitation.

He raised his pistol.