Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei finds a Freylian

That brief delay was enough.

Lu Mingfei took a step forward, his palm slashing towards Takashi Odagiri's neck. The target was the carotid sinus, where the major artery is located. There are dense pressure receptors there, and when impacted, it can cause a sudden drop in heart rate and blood pressure, resulting in insufficient blood supply to the brain, and a person will lose consciousness within a fraction of a second.

He learned this from Chu Zihang. Chu Zihang said that real fighting isn't about who's stronger or faster, but about who's more precise. Knowing where to hit is more important than how hard you can hit. Lu Mingfei only half understood it then, but now he does.

The moment his palm touched Odagiri Takashi's skin, his body went limp as if electrocuted. His eyes rolled back, his lips parted, but he couldn't utter a sound. Lu Mingfei caught him under his armpits the instant he fell, gently supporting his body and preventing anything from hitting the ground.

It took less than a second.

Frillie slipped in and gently closed the door behind her.

Lu Mingfei helped Odagiri Takashi down and gently placed him on the ground.

He laid Odagiri flat on the cold terrazzo floor, checked his breathing and pulse; they were normal, he had just fainted.

"Done," Lu Mingfei said in a low voice, a hint of nervousness in his voice. "Did you kill him?"

“He’s not dead,” Frillie crouched down and examined Odagiri’s eyes. “His pupils are normal; he’s just dizzy. Who taught him this technique?”

"Senior Brother Chu said this is called 'precision strike,' and that this move is useful to me because I'm not strong enough to knock people unconscious."

"It really works."

Lu Mingfei knelt beside Odagiri and began to search him.

The movements were practiced skillfully; this was taught by the execution department. Searching a person's body cannot be done from top to bottom or bottom to top; instead, it must be done from left to right, area by area. First, search the left jacket pocket, then the right jacket pocket, then the left trouser pocket, the right trouser pocket, and the back trouser pocket. Each area must be carefully felt; no place where something might be hidden must be missed.

Chapter 729 Assassination Squad in Action (Part 3)

Lu Mingfei pulled a pack of Seven Stars cigarettes and a Zippo lighter from his left jacket pocket. From his right jacket pocket, he found a handkerchief and a few coins. In his left trouser pocket, he pulled a bunch of metal keys of varying sizes; the larger one was likely a car key, and the smaller one probably a drawer key. In his right trouser pocket, he pulled a bulging wallet, stuffed full of various cards and receipts.

Lu Mingfei examined the keychain from all angles. There were six keys in total, one of which had a square keyhead that was larger than the others, and a small "B-7" was engraved on it.

“This,” he held the key up to Frillie, “B-7 clearance.”

Frillie glanced at it and nodded. Lu Mingfei put the keychain into his pocket and continued searching. There was nothing in his back pocket, but a key card with Odagiri Takashi's photo and name was hanging from the belt buckle.

He took off his access card and put it with his other belongings.

Next, it's time to change clothes.

Lu Mingfei quickly took off his hoodie and cargo pants, revealing a dark gray T-shirt and boxer shorts underneath.

He bent down to pick up Takashi Odagiri's clothes. First, he put on the trousers; the waistband was a size too big for him, and he had to tighten the belt two notches to keep them on. The trouser legs were a bit long, dragging on the ground, so he squatted down and rolled up the cuffs twice to make them look neat. Next was the shirt; the sleeves were a bit too long, but he rolled them up to his elbows, which didn't look out of place. Finally, he put on the suit jacket; the shoulders were a little broad, but it wasn't very noticeable once it was buttoned up.

Lu Mingfei stood in front of the mirror in the wardrobe and looked at himself.

The man in the mirror—no, the boy in the mirror—was wearing an obviously ill-fitting suit, his hair was messy, and his eyes held a weariness and tension beyond his years. He looked like a high school student who had stolen his father's clothes, standing helplessly in the adult world.

“It doesn’t seem like it,” Frilian glanced at him, “but it doesn’t matter. Invisibility will cover most of the visual information. When others see you, their brains will automatically fill in what they expect to see. As long as you don’t do anything too outrageous, they won’t notice your face.”

“What do you mean by ‘outrageous behavior’?” Lu Mingfei asked.

"For example, doing somersaults in the hallway."

"I can't do somersaults."

"That's good."

Lu Mingfei squatted down, looking at Takashi Odagiri lying on the ground. This man was forty-one years old, single, and lived alone. He worked a mediocre job at Genji Heavy Industries, working overtime until late every night, driving home, showering, sleeping, and then coming back the next morning. His life was like a drawn line, from beginning to end, from end to beginning, endlessly repeating, without any waves.

Today marks the end of this journey.

Lu Mingfei opened the wardrobe door.

Inside, there were several spare shirts and a spare suit hanging on the wall, followed by two pairs of dress shoes and a pair of sneakers. The bottom shelf was empty, about half a meter high, just big enough for one person to squeeze in.

Lu Mingfei bent down, grabbed Odagiri Takashi's shoulders, and dragged him inside. Frilian helped lift his feet, and the two of them worked together to stuff the unconscious man into the bottom shelf of the wardrobe. The space was just right; he lay there curled up like a sardine stuffed into a can.

Lu Mingfei pulled the hanging clothes down to cover Odagiri's body, then took a trench coat from the hook next to him and placed it on top. From the outside, it looked like an ordinary wardrobe full of clothes, with nothing unusual about it.

"How long can it last?" Lu Mingfei asked.

“Six to eight hours,” Frillie said. “The cleaning crew will come tomorrow morning, and if we’re lucky, we’ll be done by then. If we’re unlucky—”

“Stop talking,” Lu Mingfei interrupted her. “I don’t want to hear the unlucky version.”

He closed the cabinet door, clapped his hands, and turned around.

“Alright,” he said, “it’s up to you now.”

Frilian cast invisibility again, this time only on herself.

Lu Mingfei needs to appear as Takashi Odagiri, wearing his clothes, carrying his keys and access card, to enter the core area of ​​Genji Heavy Industries. Meanwhile, Frilian will remain hidden in the shadows, following him, protecting him, and appearing when he needs her.

About ten seconds later, Frillie opened her eyes.

Her body became blurred; the outline remained, but the details disappeared—first the facial features, then the boundaries of the limbs, and then the shape of the whole person. Finally, she blended into the background silently, like a drop of ink falling into water.

"Let's go," the voice came from Lu Mingfei's right ear.

Lu Mingfei took a deep breath, straightened his collar, and opened the door.

The corridor was deserted, save for the sound of his own footsteps echoing on the terrazzo floor. His leather shoes had large soles, making them a little uncomfortable, and each step made a soft "clack-clack" sound; he tried to walk as quietly as possible.

The elevator lobby is at the end of the corridor.

Lu Mingfei walked towards the executive elevator.

He took out Odagiri's access card from his pocket and swiped it on the sensor. A green light appeared with a "beep," and the elevator doors slowly opened. He stepped inside and pressed the button. The elevator doors closed, and the car began to ascend.

Lu Mingfei stood in the elevator, watching the floor numbers flashing above the doors. His right hand was in his pocket, gripping a cold metal object—not a Desert Eagle, which was concealed behind his waist, hidden by his suit jacket. He was holding a bunch of keys, one of which was square-headed and engraved with "B-7".

"Don't be nervous," Frilian's voice came from the air, right beside him, so close that he could feel the slight breeze when she spoke.

“I’m not nervous,” Lu Mingfei said, his voice a little hoarse. “I’m just a little cold.”

"Are you still cold wearing a suit?"

"I feel cold and shivering."

The elevator stopped and the doors opened.

The corridor was carpeted in dark gray, and every few meters a beautifully framed ukiyo-e print hung in the air. It didn't look like the office area of ​​a yakuza organization; it looked more like the executive floor of a five-star hotel.

Lu Mingfei stepped out of the elevator and walked along the corridor.

He didn't know which room Tachibana Masamune's office was, but Frilian did. She had done her homework beforehand, memorizing the floor plans of every floor of Genji Heavy Industries. Tachibana Masamune's office was on the far east side, a large suite with a separate reception room and lounge. At the end of the corridor were two double wooden doors, without any markings, only a small gold sixteen-petaled chrysanthemum emblem.

The Tachibana family crest.

Lu Mingfei walked to the door and stopped.

He glanced back at the empty corridor; no one was there. He knew Frilian was right behind him, invisible in the air, like a shadow.

"Phew," Lu Mingfei said, reaching for the doorknob.

Chapter 730 The Nanny Team and Erii (Part 1)

Tokyo, an underground clinic.

Su Enxi leaned against the door frame, holding half a bag of butter and honey flavored potato chips, and didn't put a single one in her mouth for a full ten minutes.

It's practically a miracle.

"Breathing has stabilized." Long-legged Mai Shude straightened up from the bedside. Her legs, which could be worth millions of dollars on the runway, were still beautiful under her surgical gown. She took off her gloves and threw them into a box. "Her heart rate dropped from 140 to 92, and her body temperature is 37.8 degrees Celsius. It's still going down."

Su Enxi hummed in agreement, her gaze passing over Jiu Demai's shoulder and landing on the hospital bed.

Erii Uesugi lay there, her long red hair spread out on the pillow, her face pale. She was wearing a hospital gown, her hands at her sides, IV needles inserted into the backs of her hands, thin, transparent tubes connected to an IV pump at the head of the bed, filled with black liquid.

Dragon blood.

To be precise, it was dragon blood that had been removed from her body and was so concentrated that it was enough to trigger a rampage.

The ward was so quiet that you could hear the dripping of the IV pump.

This underground clinic is located 27 meters below the surface of an inconspicuous commercial building in Minato Ward, Tokyo. The property is registered under a non-existent medical corporation, with the actual investor being Su Enxi. Funds are sourced from over a hundred nested offshore accounts under the company's name. The entire floor was built to the highest standards of biosafety laboratory specifications, complete with negative pressure systems, filtration, and ultraviolet sterilization.

If the cost of this place were spread across each individual floor tile, each tile would be enough to buy a new energy electric vehicle.

At this moment, this place, whose construction cost is comparable to that of a space center, is being used solely for a girl's blood transfusion treatment.

"Two hours and forty minutes," Mai Shude glanced at the timer on the wall. "Three liters of blood plasma have been replaced, and the dragon blood concentration has dropped from 87% to 40%, and it's still decreasing. At this rate, it will reach a safe level in another half hour."

Su Enxi stuffed the potato chips she had been holding for ten minutes into her mouth, chewed them twice, and mumbled, "What happened when the boss came?"

He said to stop the medication once the blood sugar level drops below 20%.

That's not what I meant.

Mai Shude remained silent for a while.

Su Enxi knew her too well. This woman could face four armed robbers at a Las Vegas gambling table without batting an eye, but she was always nervous when facing her boss.

“He looked at her for about ten seconds,” Mai Shude said, “and then said something.”

"What?"

"'He survived being burned like that; truly worthy of the Uesugi family bloodline.'"

Su Enxi rolled her eyes: "That's it? I thought he'd say something touching, like 'I've got this kid under my wing' or something. The boss is great in every way, except he's too stubborn. He's clearly heartbroken, but he insists on putting on an act like 'I was just passing by and taking a quick look.' You're telling me, from his position, 'passing by' 27 meters underground in Tokyo? Why doesn't he just 'pass by' the Earth's core?"

Mai Shude didn't respond. Instead, she took a test tube from the low-temperature refrigerator and looked at the pale blue liquid inside under the light.

This is what the boss brought today, packaged in a specially made vacuum glass tube.

“Serum,” Mai said. “The boss said it will be injected after the blood transfusion is finished.”

Su Enxi leaned closer, her eyes wide open.

Of course she knew what kind of serum it was. As the operator of the company's global financial network, Su Enxi handled far more than just money; she also dealt with all sorts of material flows that defied common sense. She had seen far too many things that shouldn't exist in this world, but the contents of this test tube still filled her with genuine astonishment.

"Where did this come from?" she asked.

She already knew the answer as soon as she asked the question.

The boss personally handed the test tubes to Mai Shude.

The doctor was wearing a black coat and stood at the door of the clinic, gently placing the test tubes on the table.

"Thank you, Snake Seven Clan," the boss said, and then disappeared silently, just as he had come.

"Oh, oh oh oh!" Su Enxi clapped her hands, almost sending the bag of potato chips flying. "That Deadpool lab under Genji Heavy Industries!"