Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei finds a Freylian

“Two,” he said, lowering his voice even further, almost whispering in Lu Mingfei’s ear, “both are so beautiful. Brother, you can do it. You really can.”

Lu Mingfei was stunned for a moment, and then finally realized what he was talking about.

His face flushed instantly. From his ears to his neck, his whole face turned as if it had been scalded with boiling water.

"No, no, no—" he waved his hands frantically, his movements so exaggerated that he almost hit a medical worker in the face. "You've got it wrong! That's my friend! The other one is... the other one is..."

He couldn't continue.

He glanced in Frilian's direction. Frilian happened to look up at him as well.

Their eyes met in mid-air.

Then Frillian lowered her head and continued looking at the empty jar in her hand.

Lu Mingfei also looked away, his face turning even redder.

"Alright, alright, stop explaining," the SWAT captain patted him on the shoulder, his smile becoming even more meaningful. "I understand, I understand everything. You're just a young man."

He paused, then added, "But bro, I have to say, you look pretty ordinary, how come you're so talented? Teach me a lesson?"

Lu Mingfei felt like dying.

"You know nothing!" he shouted in his heart.

But the SWAT captain had already turned around, picked up the walkie-talkie, and was preparing to report to headquarters.

"Headquarters! Headquarters!" The SWAT team leader grabbed the walkie-talkie and said in an excited voice, "Dolphin Squad reporting! Dolphin Squad reporting! We've rescued a couple from Genji Heavy Industries—oh no, wait."

Lu Mingfei frantically tried to signal to him with his eyes, his face turning bright red. He was still waving his hands, silently chanting, "No, no, no."

The SWAT captain gave a knowing smile and spoke into the walkie-talkie again: "We've rescued three people from Genji Heavy Industries! A couple... and a girl! They're all in excellent health! We're heading back now!"

Lu Mingfei covered his face in despair; now he was even more unable to explain himself.

What does "a couple...and a girl" mean? This sounds so strange.

He glanced at Frillie; her ears seemed a little red.

Perhaps it was too hot in the cabin. Or perhaps it was a normal physiological reaction to being in a warm cabin after being caught in the rain.

Maybe……

he does not know.

He then looked at Erii.

Erii had her hair dried with a towel by the medical staff and underwent the examination with a blank expression. She was completely unaware of the conversation taking place, or if she was, she didn't understand what it meant. She simply sat obediently, letting the medical staff handle her.

"Headquarters received, headquarters received. Return permission granted, return permission granted," a cold female voice came from the walkie-talkie.

Lu Mingfei felt the voice sounded familiar, but after thinking for a while, he couldn't remember who it was.

"Big brother, it just flew away like that?" he asked tentatively.

"Don't worry, brother!" The SWAT officer took off his helmet, revealing a spirited face. "We also have other teams responsible for rescuing people inside the building. We just received a call saying that the earthquake collapsed Genji Heavy Industries, and some people are trapped on the roof, so we deployed a helicopter."

He patted Lu Mingfei on the shoulder, a firm pat, conveying encouragement between men.

"The headquarters' rescue hotline is ringing off the hook. Don't worry about your friends on the roof, other teams will rescue them. This helicopter is already full."

Indeed, the helicopter was packed full.

From the SWAT team leader to the SWAT officers to the medical staff, everyone nodded and smiled broadly at Lu Mingfei and Erii. The cabin was filled with the smells of sweat, rain, and disinfectant. Several medical personnel were crammed into seats, and equipment cases were piled up in the aisle, leaving almost no room to move around in the cabin.

Lu Mingfei thought to himself: Damn it, a seven-seater helicopter, five of which are occupied by medics, so it can only carry three people!

The Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department is absolutely out of their minds!

A helicopter flew over Tokyo Tower.

Erii leaned against the porthole, watching the city lights recede into the distance. Her hand pressed against the glass, her breath condensing into a thin mist. She drew a circle on the mist with her fingertip, then placed a dot inside the circle—like a simple sketch of a smiley face.

She turned her head, tugged at Lu Mingfei's sleeve, and pointed at the smiling face.

Lu Mingfei leaned over and took a look.

“It’s well drawn,” he said.

Erii's eyes crinkled into a smile. She then stretched out her finger and began to draw next to the smiley face.

She drew another one.

This time, she drew two little people standing hand in hand. There's another little person standing a bit further away. The two little people are drawn larger, while the one next to them is smaller. She put a lot of effort into the line connecting the two little people's hands, making it thicker than the other lines.

Lu Mingfei was stunned for a moment.

Erii pointed to the first little figure, then to herself. She pointed to the second little figure, then to Lu Mingfei. She pointed to the third little figure, then to Frillian sitting in the corner. Then she tilted her head to look at him, as if asking: Right?

Lu Mingfei didn't know how to respond, so he could only nod.

"Yes, it's the three of us."

Erii smiled contentedly, then leaned against the window and continued drawing other things. This time she drew Tokyo Tower, a helicopter, and rain.

Frillie looked up and saw the painting on the window.

Two little people are holding hands. One little person stands beside them. The little person standing beside them is not holding hands.

Lu Mingfei leaned against the window, looking at the night view with Erii. The two were very close, their shoulders almost touching. He was talking to Erii about something, something like, "That's Tokyo Tower," or "That's the Rainbow Bridge." Erii listened and nodded, her eyes sparkling.

She looked away.

The rain was still falling outside the window. The helicopter pierced through the clouds, and the city lights spread out below like a burning ocean. Rain streaked across the porthole, cutting the lights into countless blurry spots of light.

Take a break and think about what to do next.

Consider how Herzog will be handled in the subsequent plot. His Shadow Warriors are somewhat exceptional; how could they possess the strength of a Sub-Generation? And there are so many of them! There haven't been any Shadow Warriors since Dragon Raja 3, and it's not Gattuso's technology. It's really strange. The serialized and official versions of Dragon Raja are almost identical, like plot holes.

Updates will resume tomorrow.

Erii, Lu Mingfei, and Frilian's grand escape into the sunlight.

Chapter 694 I hate snakes!

Caesar leaned against the automatic doorframe of the armory, his fingertips lightly tracing the barrel of his Winchester shotgun. The bag on his back was bulging—twelve Winchesters, magazine full, each bullet weighing heavily at the bottom. This was their last remaining possession, their last bit of confidence.

Chu Zihang stood slightly behind him, his bag containing nine Sten submachine guns, and a "Firefist" flamethrower in his hand. A classic piece of World War II weaponry, the long nozzle still bore the factory serial number from seventy years ago, the numbers rusted beyond recognition. This flamethrower had once ignited the Berlin night sky, burning countless alleyways of fire through the ruins. With three Firefists and unlimited fuel, the group of Death Squad outside might not be so daunting.

But they only had one fuel canister. Chu Zihang weighed the canister in his hand; after years of storage, the fuel had long since evaporated to almost nothing. He mentally calculated—it would last at most thirty seconds. After thirty seconds, it would be nothing but scrap metal.

The sound of a giant python slithering behind them could be heard.

Shashashasha.

The scales scraped against the ground, sounding like sandpaper grinding against his spine—a chilling sound. The Deadpool horde invaded the mural hall, separated from them only by a carved wooden door. The door, made of cherry wood, was exquisitely carved with flying apsaras and cloud patterns. But before the Deadpools' claws, this door was no different from paper.

However, these low-intelligence monsters are unaware that there is a weapons museum hidden inside the hall.

Some mutated Deadpools gain superhuman vision, hearing, or smell. However, the snake-like mutation theoretically doesn't significantly enhance their senses. Their menacing golden eyes actually have very weak vision, only able to distinguish between light and dark and moving objects. Their fairly keen sense of smell is also affected by the strong smell of blood and the scorching heat of the mural hall, which scatters the scents. As for hearing, snakes have virtually none; they lack external ears and can only sense ground vibrations.

Snakes are most sensitive to vibrations. Therefore, as long as Caesar and Chu Zihang remain still, Deadpool will have a hard time finding their hiding place.

They remained motionless, their breathing as quiet as possible.

"How much?" Chu Zihang asked.

Caesar closed his eyes, and "Kamaitachi" unfolded in his consciousness. An invisible wind demon flew close to the ground, passed through the crack in the door, entered the mural hall, and returned, bringing back countless pieces of information—heartbeats, breathing sounds, the rubbing of scales, the chewing of bones, the flowing of liquids. The sounds wove together into a dense web in his brain.

He remained silent for three seconds.

“Over a hundred,” he said in a low voice. “They all went into the mural hall, the elevator shaft is empty. They were eating dead people, I could hear the sound of flesh being torn apart—a ‘slice,’ utterly disgusting. There were also those sucking out bone marrow, ‘slurping,’ like drinking yogurt through a straw.”

Chu Zihang didn't speak, but gripped the cross-shaped pistol in his hand tightly.

"How would you rate Deadpool's fighting ability?" Caesar asked.

Chu Zihang thought for a moment.

"At least Grade A. The speed of a zebra, the explosive power of a cheetah, and the bite force of a lion—enough to break a human femur. Their cell activity is high, and their wound healing speed is five to eight times that of an average person. You saw that tailless creature still climbing upwards; the tail stump had already scabbed over. Their most vulnerable parts are the heart, head, and nervous system. A severed limb is nothing to them."

He paused.

"You must finish off the enemy after knocking them down. Not finishing them off is a waste of time."

Caesar nodded.

"Same here, at least A-level. This thing is practically invincible in close combat. Once it bites, there's no way to dodge. It's too fast, like a spring."

Kassel College has a strict rating system for Deadpools. The highest level they'd dealt with before was C-rank—those were beings they could easily crush single-handedly, like playing whack-a-mole. An A-rank Deadpool, however, meant that even an A-rank specialist would be in mortal danger facing it.

The two faced over a hundred Dead Servants.

What are the odds of winning?

zero.

Caesar asked, "Do you believe in Yuan Zhisheng? He hasn't run away, has he?"

Chu Zihang remained silent. "There's no other choice but to trust him."

"Ha. Is President Chu such a gullible person?" Caesar shrugged, the bag on his shoulder swaying. "He has dragon blood. Dragons have no feelings. When they overwhelm you with strength, they will devour you; it's written in their genes. You can feed a dog for ten years, and it might bite you when it's starving. But if you feed a dragon for ten years, it will bite you when it's full. Because you are the prey."

The image of Yuan Zhisheng appeared in Chu Zihang's mind.

Exhaustion, weariness, and the resolute determination of "I will go even if there are thousands of people against me".

“Alright, alright,” Caesar said softly, “I didn’t mean anything by that girl. To be honest, I quite like her; she’s very beautiful—those eyes, they seem to hold a story. But it’s best not to trust anything that flows with dragon blood. Dragon blood can speak, and it speaks more sweetly than the truth.”

He paused.

"Ready?"

Chu Zihang gripped the cross-shaped pistol tightly with both hands and nodded slowly.

"Then what are we waiting for?"

Caesar pressed the open button, and the automatic doors slid open to both sides. He strode out.

A Deadpool hung from a rack in front of the armory, less than two meters from Caesar. Its serpentine transformation had doubled its reaction speed, allowing it to react almost the instant the door opened. Its body tensed like a spring, its tail lashed out, and it lunged at Caesar, its claws hissing through the air.

But it was fast; Caesar was even faster.