Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei finds a Freylian

Mai put the test tube back in the refrigerator, glanced back at her, and her eyes seemed to say, "You finally realized it."

Su Enxi excitedly spun around in the corridor twice, her slippers squeaking on the floor.

The Snake Clan, Genji Heavy Industries, Underground Laboratory, Deadpool, Serum.

The Snake-Headed Eight Clans have a secret laboratory deep underground within Genji Heavy Industries, dedicated to researching Deadpools. The laboratory stores a vast amount of research data, including serum formulas, manufacturing processes, clinical data, and thousands of Deadpool samples.

And this database has been "open source".

"'Open source' doesn't mean that the Snake Clan actively uploaded their research results to GitHub, does it?" Su Enxi couldn't help but complain.

"What do you think?" Mai Shude asked calmly.

“I think the ‘source’ in ‘open source’ is probably the ‘source’ in ‘Genji Heavy Industries’,” Su Enxi chuckled twice.

While the company's technical team doesn't specialize in dragon research like the Kassel College, their expertise in this niche area surpasses even that of long-established hybrid organizations. If the boss says the serum technology comes from the Snake Clan, it means the company has successfully infiltrated their core research facilities and completely replicated their technological achievements.

As for how this infiltration was specifically achieved—whether through hacking, internal defection, or direct infiltration—Su Enxi didn't want to know.

Knowing too much can be a burden.

On the hospital bed, Erii's eyelashes trembled slightly.

Mai Shude immediately bent down to check Erii's pupil reaction. Su Enxi also put away her playful expression, picked up the bag of potato chips, walked to the bedside, and looked at Erii's face.

Erii's dragon blood concentration reached an astonishing 87% without any stimulation, meaning she could go berserk at any time and become a mindless Deadpool.

This is why the Snake-Headed Eight Families imprisoned her.

But now, the cage has been broken.

The girl who had been "borrowed" lay on the hospital bed, her face as pale as a sheet of paper, breathtakingly beautiful. Su Enxi stared at her face for a few seconds, then suddenly sighed.

"Ah, youth is wonderful," she said. "Even lying in a hospital bed, I look so beautiful."

Mai looked at the numbers on the monitor. The concentration of dragon blood had dropped from forty percent to twenty percent, and the rate of decline was slowing down, which meant that the blood transfusion therapy was approaching its limit.

Simply diluting the concentration of dragon blood through blood transfusion has its limitations. Once the proportion of dragon blood in the blood drops to a certain level, the dragon blood components stored in the bones and internal organs will re-enter the bloodstream, causing the concentration to rebound. This is similar to rinsing a cup that has contained ink with water; no matter how much you rinse it, some ink will always remain on the cup wall and slowly seep out.

This is why serum is needed.

Chapter 731 The Nanny Team and Erii (Part 2)

"Tell me," Su Enxi said softly, afraid of waking Erii, "why is the boss so attentive to her?"

Mai Shude remained silent for a long time, so long that Su Enxi thought she wouldn't answer, before she heard her say in a very calm tone, "What do you think?"

“That’s why I asked you, I didn’t know,” Su Enxi said, tucking the bag of potato chips under her arm and starting to count on her fingers. “Look, from a business perspective, Erii has no value to us. She’s not our customer, not our asset, not our bargaining chip. From a strategic perspective, getting her out of the Sheqi family would be a huge risk; if we’re discovered, our entire network in Japan could be exposed. From a personal perspective, well, I doubt even the boss has any concept of personal relationships.”

"You doubt it?"

“Okay, I don’t really doubt it. The boss is a cold-blooded guy, but sometimes he does some inexplicable things. For example, this time, he could have completely ignored Erii’s life or death and let the Snake-Headed Eight Family keep her locked up in that shrine, since it wouldn’t affect our business. But he insisted on going to such great lengths to get her out and even personally delivered the serum.”

Su Enxi tilted her head. "So, what's the reason?"

Mai Shude turned around, leaning against the monitor.

“Maybe it’s because of Lu Mingfei,” she said.

Su Enxi was taken aback, then her eyes lit up: "Ah, right! The boss saw everything that happened between Erii and Lu Mingfei during the last reboot. All those things that happened in Japan, Lu Mingfei did it all for her..."

"So the boss wants to heal Erii, and then..." Su Enxi paused, "...send her back to Lu Mingfei's side?"

Jiude Mai nodded.

"Wait a minute," Su Enxi's expression became subtle, "Who's with Lu Mingfei right now?"

"Frilian".

"Yes, Frilian. Silver hair, blue eyes, flat-chested, she practically screams 'keep away,' yet she's as docile as a cat around Lu Mingfei. Now the boss is sending Erii over there, isn't that a threesome?"

Mai Shude's eyebrows twitched.

“You are all my wings.” Su Enxi read the sentence in a broadcasting voice, then laughed out loud, “Oh no, I can’t take it anymore, this scene is too beautiful for me to look at. Lu Mingfei, that coward, is already hard enough to deal with with one Frilian, if Erii comes along, he probably won’t even be able to walk.”

"The boss probably meant for Erii to stay with Lu Mingfei for a while," Mai explained. "It's not what you think it means."

“What did I mean? I didn’t say anything,” Su Enxi blinked, looking innocent. “I just think the phrase ‘You are all my wings’ has great literary value and is worth savoring repeatedly.”

"Di."

The monitor's beeping interrupted the increasingly off-topic conversation.

Mai glanced at the numbers on the screen. "Dragon blood concentration is 20%. The blood transfusion can be stopped."

"Wait a moment, let me check the situation."

A laptop was spread out in front of Su Enxi, displaying a map of Tokyo covered with various colored pins. Red indicated assets under her control, blue indicated strongholds of the Snake Clan, green indicated safe houses, and yellow indicated targets that needed to be monitored.

One of the green thumbtacks is marked Shinjuku Ward.

A high-class host club called "Takamagahara" is actually funded and owned by Su Enxi. On the surface, the club offers top-tier companionship services in Tokyo's nightlife, and in reality, it does provide such services.

This shop was originally just an insignificant little spot in Su Enxi's business empire, with annual revenue less than that of any of her small or medium-sized enterprises. But it had a special function: it was one of their intelligence hubs in Tokyo, specifically used to contact wealthy, leisurely, and loosely talkative upper-class individuals. The male escorts' job was not just to accompany customers for drinks, but also, under the influence of alcohol and lights, to subtly extract various valuable information from them.

"The boss said that after the blood transfusion and serum injection are finished, Erii will be sent to this store," Su Enxi said, tapping the green thumbtack on the screen with her finger.

Mai walked over, glanced at the screen, and frowned slightly: "Send Erii Uesugi to the host club?"

“The exact words,” Su Enxi shrugged, “‘Send it to the host club under your management, Enxi.’ I didn’t change a single word.”

"A girl who had just undergone a blood transfusion was sent to a male escort club. Does the owner have some misunderstanding about the nature of this place?"

“He didn’t misunderstand any location,” Su Enxi said. “His sending Erii to the host club only shows that he wanted to send Erii to the host club, and he had a good reason to do so. As for what that reason was, he didn’t say, and I didn’t ask. This is one of my work principles: don’t ask the boss why, only ask the boss what he wants.”

"You probably have three hundred work principles."

“That’s 301 already,” Su Enxi said proudly, raising her chin. “The new one is ‘potato chips shouldn’t be eaten on an empty stomach,’ which is quite philosophical.”

Mai Shude was too lazy to pay attention to her.

Su Enxi stared blankly at the green thumbtack, resting her chin on her hand. Suddenly, a brilliant idea popped into her head, and she couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Hey, long legs," she exclaimed.

"Ok?"

"What do you think Uesugi Erii will see after she arrives at the host club?"

Mai Shude didn't answer because she probably already guessed what Su Enxi wanted to say, and she didn't want to encourage this woman's perverse sense of humor.

But Su Enxi didn't need an audience at all; she could continue speaking on her own: "Lu Mingfei worked as a male escort at that shop, Caesar worked as a male escort at that shop, and Chu Zihang worked as a male escort at that shop. The moment Uesugi Erii pushed open the door, she saw Angers' eldest son, the student council president, and the Lionheart Club president all standing in front of her, bowing and greeting her, asking her what kind of wine she wanted."

She got more and more excited as she talked, "Then Uesugi Erii will say, 'I want Sakura.' Lu Mingfei will walk over like a quail that has been called out, trembling. Caesar and Chu Zihang will look at each other, thinking that the two of us combined are not as good as Lu Mingfei. Don't you think this scene is worth watching?"

Mai Shude couldn't hold back any longer, "You spent so much money building this underground clinic just so you could watch the show?"

"What else?" Su Enxi said matter-of-factly. "If the boss only wanted to save Erii, he could have just found a safe house and administered the serum, wouldn't that have been enough? Why send her to a host club? Isn't that obviously trying to cause trouble? I've been with the boss for so many years. I may not have many other skills, but I do have some expertise in understanding the emperor's intentions. The boss's greatest pleasure isn't making money, but watching the show. He spent so much money building this clinic, buying this serum, and setting up this whole scheme. In the end, all he wanted was the sound of the gong when the show begins."

Jiude Mai knew that Su Enxi was right.

In the boss's vast chess game, every piece has its place, and every move has its significance. Erii is a piece, Lu Mingfei is a piece, Caesar, Chu Zihang, Frilian, and even Su Enxi herself are all pieces.

The numbers on the monitor jumped steadily; the dragon blood concentration had dropped to twenty percent, and the serum injection was scheduled for forty minutes later. Erii's breathing was steady, as if she were having a wonderful dream, a dream without the high walls and iron gates of a shrine, only an endless twilight.

"Alright, let's get serious," Su Enxi said, her smile fading as she became earnest. "Once the serum injection is complete and Erii's vital signs stabilize, I'll arrange for her transfer. We'll use the same vehicle we used to transport that batch of 'special cargo' last time. It has an independent life support system and a doctor will accompany her throughout the journey. The route will be from the port area, across the Rainbow Bridge to Shinjuku, and the estimated travel time is forty minutes. I've already had a room prepared in Shinjuku—the innermost VIP room. It's soundproof, private, and secure; you can't tell anyone lives in it from the outside."

She paused, then added, "As for Lu Mingfei, I haven't told him yet. It seems the boss wants him to find out for himself."

"Let him find out on his own?" Mai Shuto raised an eyebrow. "Put Erii Uesugi in his workplace and then not tell him?"

“I didn’t hear the boss’s exact words, but based on my guess, that’s roughly what he meant. Think about it, if Lu Mingfei knew beforehand, he would definitely be extremely nervous, and might even do something very unlike ‘Lu Mingfei.’ But if he knew nothing at all, and one night he pushed open a door and suddenly saw Erii lying there—” Su Enxi snapped her fingers, “that’s what you call a real reaction. That’s what the boss wants to see.”

"Bosses can be really awful sometimes."

"He has always been awful."

Chapter 732 The Assassination Squad in Action (Part 4)

The door was unlocked.

Lu Mingfei pushed open the door, letting warm yellow light stream in from inside, falling on him. He reached behind his waist and gripped the handle of the Desert Eagle; the cool touch calmed his tense nerves slightly.

The office is very large.

It was much larger than he had imagined. This was not an ordinary office, but an entire executive suite.

The outer room is a reception room, furnished with dark leather sofas and a mahogany coffee table. A large landscape painting of Mount Fuji hangs on the wall, its brushstrokes vigorous and powerful, resembling an authentic work by a renowned artist. A white porcelain tea set sits on the coffee table, the teapot still steaming slightly, indicating the host had just been drinking tea there. The inner room is the office area. Through the open door, one can see a large mahogany desk piled high with documents, a desk lamp still on. Further inside, there is a half-closed door, presumably leading to a rest area.

The room is decorated in a low-key yet luxurious style, with every piece of furniture exuding a sense of age and weight.

Masamune Tachibana sat on the sofa in the reception room.

He was wearing a dark gray kimono with a black haori over it. He looked down at his right hand, which was wrapped in a thick white cloth on his knee, and you could see the blood seeping through the fibers of the cloth.

He lost five fingers on his right hand.

Lu Mingfei recalled what Frillian had said: Tachibana Masamune was a man of unknown origin, deeply entrenched in secret. Seeing his bandaged hand now, a strange, inexplicable feeling welled up inside him.

A person who has lost five fingers should be very weak, but Tachibana Masamune sat there with his shoulders relaxed and his breathing steady, showing none of the listlessness and exhaustion that an injured person should have.

The sound of Lu Mingfei pushing the door open wasn't loud, but it was still quite clear in the quiet room.

Tachibana Masamune raised his head.

"Which department are you from?" Tachibana Masamune asked, his voice low and hoarse. "No one should be here at this time."

His tone was casual, like a superior asking a subordinate a question, without any guard up.

But Lu Mingfei noticed that his bandaged right hand was slightly raised.

The posture of being ready to strike at any moment.

Lu Mingfei did not answer.

His right hand shot out from behind his waist, the Desert Eagle tracing a silver arc in the warm yellow light. The muzzle pointed at Masamune Tachibana's brow, the movement clean and swift, without any unnecessary pause. This was a movement he had practiced thousands of times in the Kassel training grounds—drawing the gun, aiming, firing. The three actions were executed in rapid succession, so fast that his opponent barely had time to react.

Pull the trigger.

Tachibana Masamune's right hand, wrapped in a white cloth, suddenly swung. Lu Mingfei didn't even see how he did it. The Friga bullet was hit by something in mid-air, the bullet deviated from its trajectory, and embedded itself in the ceiling, with debris falling down.

Tachibana Masamune stood up.

He was so fast that Lu Mingfei could barely keep up. The seemingly frail old man, with his right hand still bandaged, transformed in an instant into a ferocious beast awakening.