Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei finds a Freylian

The gun wasn't pointed at Lu Mingfei, nor at himself, but at the monkey-faced man on top of the truck.

“I choose the third option,” Caesar said in English, knowing the other man wouldn’t understand, but he was confident the monkey-faced man knew what he was saying. “I’ll kill you, and then kill all of you. As for Miss Zhen, if she dies because of this, I’ll make you all pay with your lives.”

His voice wasn't loud, but in the torrential rain, every word was terrifyingly clear.

The monkey-faced man was stunned; he hadn't expected Caesar to respond in this way.

Lu Mingfei opened his mouth, wanting to translate, but Caesar raised his hand to stop him.

“No need for a translator,” Caesar said, his eyes fixed on the monkey-faced man. “He understands me.”

Sure enough, the monkey-faced man's expression changed. Although his eyes were obscured by his sunglasses, his slightly trembling lips betrayed his shock and fear.

Caesar was right. This captain, this man who could command the entire "Red Guard," could not possibly be just an ordinary biker gang leader. He had the support of that powerful figure behind him, he had received training, and he might even know English.

“You wouldn’t dare,” the monkey-faced man finally spoke, this time in English. Although his accent was heavy, it was still understandable. “If you shoot, she’ll die.”

“Let’s give it a try,” Caesar said, his finger on the trigger.

The atmosphere was extremely tense.

Torrential rain poured down, flames soared into the sky, and two groups of people faced off a hundred meters apart. Gun barrels and blades clashed, hostages and murderous intent mingled, and everything teetered on the edge of a precipice.

Just then, the monkey-faced man suddenly laughed. It wasn't a mocking laugh, nor an angry laugh, but a strange, thoughtful laugh.

His gaze passed over Caesar and landed on Lu Mingfei.

“Kassel College, S-class,” the monkey-faced man said in English, making the word very clear, “Lu Mingfei. That sir specifically mentioned to be careful of you.”

Lu Mingfei was stunned.

“You possess the invincible Word of Power, Time Zero,” the monkey-faced man continued, his English broken but his meaning clear, “but you appear very easygoing. So easygoing that it makes one wonder if you are truly the legendary S-rank.”

He paused, his gaze behind his sunglasses seemingly scrutinizing Lu Mingfei: "That lord said you are the most dangerous of the three. Not because you are the strongest in combat, but because you are the most unpredictable."

Lu Mingfei felt his heart skip a beat.

That person knew him? Knowing his Words of Power? And even made such a comment?

Caesar also looked at Lu Mingfei; the other party had a good grasp of the intelligence.

The monkey-faced man enjoyed the effect. He laughed again, the laughter sounding particularly eerie in the downpour.

“So, Mr. Gattuso,” the monkey-faced man turned to Caesar, “are you really going to shoot? In the instant you fire, perhaps Mr. Lu Mingfei can use his Time Zero to do something? Perhaps he can save Miss Zhen? Perhaps he can kill us all?”

His voice was full of provocation: "Want to take a gamble?"

Caesar's finger trembled slightly as it rested on the trigger.

The rain poured down, and the flames roared.

Chapter 544 Buying Time for Chu Zihang

Torrential rain and towering flames intertwined and tore at the night sky of Chizuru Town. The Mambo Internet Cafe groaned in the flames, its wooden structure resembling a giant torch, illuminating the entire neighborhood in a hellish orange-red hue.

The Viper sports car stopped a hundred meters away, its front end twisted and deformed from the previous impact, its right headlight stubbornly shining, casting a sharp beam of light in the rain. Inside, Caesar's finger was still on the trigger of the Beretta, the muzzle pointed at the monkey-faced man on the truck roof. The standoff had lasted for more than a minute, each second pushing the fragile balance to its limits.

"You're not your average biker gang. You're carrying so many weapons, and you even brought that bulldozer with you when you came looking for us," Caesar suddenly spoke, his voice eerily calm. "Is this a manhunt? This is murder, isn't it?"

Lu Mingfei quickly translated the sentence into Japanese, his voice trembling slightly in the downpour.

The monkey-faced man grinned after hearing this. He pushed up his sunglasses, refusing to take them off even in the pouring rain of the dark night, as if they were part of his identity.

"Haha, we are the Red Guards, of course we are not ordinary biker gangs."

“How do I know that after we lose our ability to resist, you won’t point a shotgun at our heads and fire?” Caesar continued, his gaze sharp as a knife. “How do I know that after we harm ourselves, you won’t still kill Miss Zhen, and then kill all the witnesses?”

After Lu Mingfei finished translating, the monkey-faced man's smile widened. He stood up on the roof of the truck, his thin body swaying in the wind and rain, yet surprisingly steady.

“It’s all up to you, Mr. Gattuso, whether you trust me or not,” the monkey-faced man said in Japanese, his voice sharp and flippant. “As everyone knows, I keep my word.”

"A promise is a promise?" Caesar sneered. "How can I trust someone who sneaks into the women's changing room to steal underwear?"

The monkey-faced man, far from being angry after hearing the translation, burst into laughter. He pulled out the silk underwear from his pocket—already soaked by the rain, yet still clutched it tightly in his hand. He brought the underwear to his nose, took a deep breath, and a look of ecstasy spread across his face.

"It's just entertainment. Everyone has hobbies, right?" the monkey-faced man said loudly, showing off his fetishes in front of his subordinates without any regard for his own safety. "I like these textiles that have just been taken off a girl and smell nice. It's the same as you, Gattuso, liking cigars! It's all about seeking pleasure."

He paused, looking at Caesar through his sunglasses: "It's just that your tastes are noble, while mine are not."

After translating the passage, Lu Mingfei felt a wave of nausea wash over him. Looking at the monkey-faced man's ecstatic expression and the underwear fluttering slightly in the rain, a chill ran down his spine.

Caesar's expression remained unchanged, but Lu Mingfei could sense the air pressure inside the car dropping. Caesar was suppressing his anger, suppressing the urge to shoot that freak in the face.

The monkey-faced man was far more terrifying than Caesar had imagined. Many people underestimate the ruthlessness of underwear thieves, viewing them as cowardly and sleazy. After all, how dangerous could someone who only dares to steal underwear be?

But some thieves are exceptions. These individuals have suffered from fetishes since adolescence, which have gone undetected and uncorrected. This condition can persist into adulthood, evolving into a mental illness. In their obsession with lingerie, they may appear foolish, sleazy, or repulsive.

But as perverts, they are also extremely vicious and cunning, because they have crossed the moral bottom line of normal people, and their behavior logic cannot be understood by common sense.

That's the kind of person a monkey-faced man is.

He did not actually faint when Caesar took him hostage. Looking back now, Lu Mingfei recalls that although the monkey-faced man's body went limp, his heartbeat did not stop, and his breathing, though rapid, was still regular.

He knew he couldn't possibly fight against Caesar, Chu Zihang, and Lu Mingfei—three hybrids of A and S rank—alone by himself. So he rolled his eyes and urinated on the ground, using this pathetic act to lower Caesar's guard.

Then, the instant Caesar released his grip, he deliberately leaned back and bumped into the metal cabinet, making a loud noise that attracted his companions.

This is a meticulously designed performance.

"Anyway, this matter isn't determined by my credibility," the monkey-faced man chuckled, revealing his yellowed teeth. "It depends on whether you nobles cherish women as much as the legends say. Shouldn't nobles bravely duel and die willingly to protect beautiful women?"

His voice suddenly rose, filled with a morbid excitement: "Otherwise, what's the difference between nobles and losers like us who have no women to love and can only relieve our boredom by smelling underwear? Hahahaha!"

Maniacal laughter echoed through the rainy night. The biker gang members joined in the laughter, their boorish and unrestrained laughter filled with mockery of the so-called aristocracy.

After translating this passage, Lu Mingfei glanced at Caesar.

Caesar's face was expressionless. But his fingers gripped the steering wheel tightly, and the veins on the back of his hands throbbed like snakes beneath his skin.

“Boss,” Lu Mingfei said in a low voice.

“Continue,” Caesar said, looking straight ahead, his voice low. “Chu Zihang is almost in position; we need to buy him some time.”

Lu Mingfei paused for a moment, then understood what Caesar meant.

Chu Zihang was not in the car.

Before arriving at the internet cafe, Caesar dropped Chu Zihang off. Now, only Lu Mingfei was in the passenger seat, but from that distance, the biker gang couldn't possibly tell that Chu Zihang was actually a mannequin disguised by Lu Mingfei using a piece of clothing and a backpack.

Chu Zihang took a detour through back alleys and sneaked into the internet cafe through an unguarded back door. His mission was to find the stairs to the rooftop in the fire and rescue Zhen.

Caesar is stalling for time here, drawing everyone's attention and creating an opportunity for Chu Zihang.

Lu Mingfei took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. He continued translating Caesar's words while his gaze swept across the rooftop of the internet cafe.

Zhen was still there, standing on the edge of the flames, her body trembling violently from the intense heat and fear. The sky behind her was completely dyed red by the flames, and tongues of fire spewed from the window, licking the night sky. A strong wind lifted the hem of her cheongsam, the thin fabric fluttering in the heat.

Five minutes had passed since Chu Zihang left.

He should have arrived by now, right?

“You’ve set a building on fire. The police will be here soon,” Caesar said coldly. “And you think you can take us away with you?”

After hearing the translation, the monkey-faced man burst into laughter again. He laughed so hard he almost fell off the roof of the truck, and the biker gang members next to him quickly reached out to support him.

"Hahahaha! Why would the police come?" The monkey-faced man stopped laughing, his voice suddenly turning cold. "You have no idea of ​​that person's power. No one can stop him from doing what he wants. The people he wants to kill won't even see the sun rise tomorrow!"

"This darn weather in Japan, who knows if it'll be sunny or cloudy tomorrow morning?" Caesar said calmly.

After translating the sentence, Lu Mingfei was stunned for a moment. At a time like this, Caesar actually had the mood to tell a lame joke?

The monkey-faced man was stunned. A few seconds later, he burst into even more maniacal laughter.

"Gattuso! You're hilarious!" The monkey-faced man slapped his thigh, laughing until tears streamed down his face. "To be able to calmly tell jokes at a time like this, are you planning to have this woman burned alive?"

He picked up the underwear again, held it up with his fingers, and swayed it gently in the wind and rain.

"Wow! Sandalwood!" The monkey-faced man took a deep breath, as if savoring the finest perfume. "Would it smell wonderful as sandalwood if it burned? I can't wait!"

Lu Mingfei felt a surge of anger rising in his head. He almost couldn't resist raising his gun and shooting that pervert.

But Caesar's hand pressed down on his shoulder.

“Calm down,” Caesar said in a low voice. “He’s trying to provoke us.”

Chapter 545 Chu Zihang Burned in the Fire

Lu Mingfei took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. He continued translating, but his voice was already filled with barely suppressed anger.

The monkey-faced man enjoyed the effect. He continued spewing vulgarities, describing the scene after he was truly burned to death, using the most vicious language to provoke Caesar and Lu Mingfei's nerves.

But he didn't realize that he had fallen into Caesar's trap.

At Kassel College, all undergraduate students in their third year and above have studied negotiation. They are adept at analyzing the other party's true intentions from their words, at guiding their opponents with language, and at finding opportunities in seemingly passive situations.

The monkey-faced man was indeed fierce, but he was too unprofessional. He was only fit to steal cars and sell heroin; he shouldn't have taken on tasks beyond his capabilities.

In this five-minute conversation, the monkey-faced man has inadvertently revealed a lot of information:

Behind the scenes is "that person".

That person wields considerable power in Japan, even influencing the police.

That person knew Kassel College and the Gattuso family very well.

From this information, Caesar had already roughly sketched out the outline of his opponent.

Time passed second by second.

Lu Mingfei kept glancing towards the internet cafe's rooftop. Zhen was still there, but her body was swaying more and more violently; she was clearly unable to hold on any longer. The high temperature, low oxygen, and fear were rapidly draining her strength.

Senior brother, please hurry.

At this very moment, Chu Zihang was running wildly down the stairwell.

Flames were everywhere. The wooden structure crackled and popped in the flames, sparks and ash danced in the air. Thick smoke billowed, reducing visibility to less than five meters. The temperature was terrifyingly high; every breath felt like swallowing flames.

The elevator had long been out of service, the power was out, and the automatic fire alarm system was damaged. Chu Zihang had no choice but to take the stairs.

However, several stairwells had already collapsed due to the fire. Burning beams, collapsed walls, and scattered furniture completely blocked the passageways. Chu Zihang had no choice but to take a detour and look for other possible exits.

Fortunately, there was a Turkish bath upstairs. Although the power and water were out now, there was still a lot of water in the bath, which was left by the guests after they showered. Because Caesar and his men had blown open the drainpipes, the water had accumulated in the bath.

As Chu Zihang passed by the bathroom, he rushed in without hesitation. He tore off a sleeve of his shirt, soaked it in the murky water, and then covered his mouth and nose. He then soaked his entire coat and draped it over his shoulders.