Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei finds a Freylian

But since the boss had given the order, she had to find a way to make it a reality.

As the mastermind behind Lu Mingfei's life, the boss has been writing an epic tale of saving the world for this good-for-nothing.

From the depths of the Three Gorges to the Nibelungen in BJ, from Chicago to Japan, every chapter of this epic is imbued with dragon's blood and fire, blades and sacrifice, glory and solitude.

But the screenwriter suddenly changed his mind and decided to insert a love story, and he had to write a passionate and dramatic love chapter.

It's like suddenly inserting three whole chapters of Jane Austen-style country dances on the eve of the final battle in Lord of the Rings III. Every time Su Enxi thinks of this analogy, she wants to pick up her keyboard and smash it.

“Therefore, we need to invite experts,” said Mai Shude.

She had already changed her clothes. Every stitch of the black Prada business suit was precise to the millimeter, and the proportions of the shoulder line, waistline, and skirt length were impeccable. Paired with pure black stockings and gleaming black high heels, she instantly transformed from the languid homebody hanging from the beam reading a detective novel into a woman who could make half of Wall Street hold its breath.

She picked up a deep red lipstick from the vanity, carefully applied it in front of the mirror, and then gently blotted it with a tissue, leaving a complete and sharp lip print.

"Make the best use of everyone's talents and resources." Mai Shude turned around and looked at Su Enxi, who was still huddled deep in the sofa with her hair disheveled. "Get dressed. The late-night chat time in the college girls' dormitory is over. Let's get started."

Su Enxi lowered her eyes and sighed heavily.

She got up from the sofa and walked towards the wardrobe.

Outside the window, Tokyo, despite the torrential rain, still shone brightly.

In those corners where neon lights cannot reach, 400,000 people are turning over every inch of the city's land, piece by piece.

On the other side of the city, in a warm red room of a love hotel, Lu Mingfei had just swallowed a slice of fatty beef and let out a satisfied burp, completely unaware that his fate was being rearranged by two women in a secret office on this stormy night.

The hot pot was still bubbling and steaming.

Chapter 754 A Woman's Fighting Stance

Fifteen minutes later, the humpback whale reached out and pushed open the door.

He did a lot of mental preparation in the hallway before pushing the door open.

Last night's room, a chaotic and erotic space resembling a college girls' dormitory, was still vivid in my mind. Suitcases lay open on the floor, shopping bags from various luxury brands were scattered haphazardly, and underwear was still dripping water under the air conditioner vent. Jiu De Mai was hanging from the beam with one hand, reading a detective novel, while Su Enxi, with her messy hair, was curled up on the sofa watching TV.

The humpback whale even stood outside the door for a full thirty seconds, taking three deep breaths before finally mustering the courage to knock. But the moment the door was pushed open, he realized that his entire mental preparation had been completely misguided.

"Boss, all the guests have arrived and are waiting in the lobby outside," he reported, his voice unconsciously lowered by half a beat than usual, and the curve of his back bent down a full inch more than usual.

Mai Shude slowly rose from the high-backed sofa.

The sofa back was incredibly high, over 1.7 meters. An average-sized person sitting inside would be swallowed up, with only their head visible. But when Mai Shude stood up from inside, it was as if she were a queen rising from her throne.

Her outfit was completely different from the white silk nightgown that dragged on her ankles last night. She changed into a black suit with an extremely sharp cut, featuring a precisely angled V-shaped fold at the neckline and a skirt hem that fell just two fingers above her knees.

Her long, slender legs were encased in pure black stockings, and on her feet were a pair of matching high heels. The heels were as thin as two tempered steel nails, striking the wooden floor with an unwavering thud. Her long hair was styled into a high bun, fully exposing her long, slender neck and sharply defined jawline. Her eyeliner was drawn longer and sharper than usual, slightly upturned at the corners of her eyes, like two black arrows ready to be released at any moment.

Then she glanced around coldly.

His murderous intent was fully revealed.

The humpback whale felt a tightness in its back, and its heart pounded in its chest.

Yesterday, when Mai Shude was hanging from the beam with one hand reading a detective novel, her posture was surreal, but at least she still exuded a human scent. Today, that scent has evaporated completely, leaving not a trace.

Yesterday, the bosses were a pair of disheveled college girls; today, they've completely re-armed themselves. Their black suits are armor, their stilettos are blades, their high buns are helmets, and their long, sharp eyeliner is battle markings. This means the bosses have entered battle mode.

Humpback whales have been through thick and thin for 23 years and have seen countless people enter a state of combat.

Before negotiations, a yakuza leader will change from a suit into a kimono, revealing a faint tattoo on the back of his neck – that's his battle-ready state. A hostess will apply an extra layer of red lipstick and tie her hair up higher and tighter before dealing with a difficult customer – that's also her battle-ready state.

But the bosses' fighting spirit is different from all of these people.

Their fighting spirit wasn't a show of force against their opponents, but a declaration to the world: we've taken over what's to come. The higher their heels, the greater the inner pressure and the fiercer their fighting spirit.

The humpback whale quickly estimated the needle-like high heels on Mai Shude's feet—at least ten centimeters. He didn't know what major event had caused the bosses to feel such heavy pressure; he only sensed an intense, almost viscous, murderous aura.

“Lead the way,” said Mai Shude.

The humpback whale gleaned three layers of subtext from those two words: no nonsense, no wasting my time, and no mistakes.

He turned and led the way, walking at a pace at least 30% faster than usual.

The hall, located on the third floor of Takamagahara, was originally used by Humpback Whale to host large-scale themed parties. The entire hall was the size of two hundred tatami mats, decorated in a "Heian period court style" personally approved by Humpback Whale—large vermilion pillars, gilded screens, paper lanterns hanging from the beams, and a three-meter-diameter circular aquarium in the center, filled with a school of colorful tropical fish swimming and darting under the lights like scattered jewels. But at this moment, the main focus of this hall was not the fish.

The hall was filled with all sorts of strange people.

A long-haired man, probably in his thirties, sat by the window. His hair reached his shoulders and was so healthy he could have been in a shampoo commercial. He wore a loose-fitting linen shirt, the top two buttons undone, revealing a small patch of tanned skin below his collarbone. A string of beads, indistinguishable between sandalwood and agarwood, adorned his wrist; occasionally, he would flick a bead with his fingertip, producing a soft clinking sound.

His demeanor oscillated between that of a down-on-his-luck artist and a reclusive Zen master, a faint smile playing on his lips, and a detached tolerance that extended to everything around him.

The person sitting next to him was an extremely trendy young man, who looked no more than twenty-five years old. He had short, dyed silver-gray hair, and the earring on his earlobe gleamed coldly under the light. He wore a deconstructed suit jacket, deliberately wide at the shoulders but sharply tapered at the cuffs, paired with cropped wide-leg trousers and white sneakers. He looked like he had just stepped out of a street style magazine in Shibuya.

Across from me sat a sturdy, composed middle-aged man in a dark blue business suit and a subtle patterned tie. His posture was impeccable, hands resting on his knees, back slightly leaning forward, a polite smile on his face conveying the message, "I don't know what these people are doing, but I'll try my best to cooperate." He looked like a department head at some small or medium-sized enterprise, inexplicably invited to a completely baffling meeting.

A young woman was quite eye-catching.

She sat in front of a gilded screen, her profile illuminated by the warm light of the paper lantern, resembling a classical ukiyo-e painting. Her features were exquisite, with high cheekbones that were not overly prominent, a straight nose that was not sharp, and the curve of her lips falling precisely on the golden ratio line between sweetness and aloofness.

She appeared to be over 1.7 meters tall, wearing a seemingly simple but exquisitely tailored ivory white dress that reached her ankles, paired with nude strappy high heels. She sat in a standard model's posture: legs together and slightly angled to one side, back straight, shoulders relaxed and lowered, hands naturally folded on her knees.

The equipment cases were stacked high in the corner. Various labels were affixed to the black plastic cases—"Lighting," "Sound Recording," "Camera Team A," "Camera Team B," "Makeup Team A," "Makeup Team B." They were stacked three layers high, totaling at least twenty cases.

Two staff members wearing black T-shirts stood guard next to the equipment case, holding walkie-talkies in their hands. The earpiece wires extended from their collars and disappeared deep inside the collar.

Everyone was eagerly waiting.

The gate suddenly opened wide.

Chapter 755 Tokyo Love Story

Mai Shude strode in, her skirt billowing in a swift, breezy motion.

Su Enxi followed three steps behind her, also dressed in a smart dark gray business suit. Her originally messy hair was tied into a neat ponytail, and she held a tablet computer in her hand, the screen of which was densely filled with schedules.

The two entered the hall one after the other, their high heels clicking on the marble floor, creating a cacophony of two different frequencies of sound.

Jiu De Mai's pace was faster, and her tapping sound was sharper; Su Enxi's pace was slightly slower, and her tapping sound was deeper.

After a brief silence, the entire audience erupted in genuine applause, filled with surprise and admiration.

The long-haired artist's smile deepened as he clapped, the young man with short, silver-gray hair stood up from his seat, and the middle-aged businessman clapped and nodded. The beautiful female model didn't clap, but her gaze was fixed on Mai Shude.

Being surrounded by applause was commonplace for Mai Shutoku. Stunning audiences was as natural to her as breathing. Her beauty and aura combined were an utterly unreasonable weapon of mass destruction.

No matter which room she enters, no matter who is sitting inside, she can capture everyone's attention within three seconds and transform it into applause, silence, or some indescribable awe.

She walked to the front of the circular fish tank, then turned around to face the entire room.

Tropical fish swam slowly behind her, their colorful scales reflecting dappled light, casting flowing shadows on her black suit. The position she stopped in was carefully calculated, neither too close nor too far from the audience, exactly three meters away—a distance that maintained a sense of pressure without making them feel distant.

The light shone down from slightly above and in front of her head, illuminating her face evenly, and the fine glitter in her eyeshadow shimmered faintly in the light.

Mai raised her hand.

The applause stopped abruptly.

What makes Mai Shude even more commanding than her appearance is her intimidating aura of killing intent.

Today, she is like a cold and beautiful demon sword. This term is originally used to describe Japanese swords that have unusually beautiful patterns on their blades due to special forging techniques, but it fits perfectly on Mai Shutoku.

Anyone who admires her beauty is simultaneously pressured by her aura, as if standing in front of a peerless sword, unable to resist reaching out to touch the flowing patterns on the blade, yet acutely aware that the blade could slice open their throat at any moment.

“You are all people who have reached the top in your respective fields,” she began. “I am very happy that you have accepted our organization’s invitation to work together on this program.”

Su Enxi stood behind her and subtly swiped on the tablet to check the list of attendees.

"Let me introduce myself first. I am the director, Mai Shude. This is the assistant director, Su Enxi."

Su Enxi nodded, "Hello everyone, I am Su Enxi, the assistant director."

"Next, please introduce yourselves," said Mai Shude, gesturing with her fingertips toward the silver-haired young man sitting on the far left.

"Shunji Kumagai, fashion stylist," the young man stood up, his voice clear and fast-paced, revealing his undisguised enthusiasm for his profession.

After announcing his name, he looked around to make sure everyone present had heard him clearly.

"Ryoji Suzuki, relationship counselor." The middle-aged businessman stood up, bowed respectfully, his movements as precise as if he were attending a job interview. He even straightened his tie as he sat back down.

“Sanjian Wei, model.” The pretty girl stood up, her voice soft but not weak at all, the tone like a taut thread.

Finally, there was the long-haired artist. He stood up with a languid, relaxed movement, like a cat just waking from a nap. His gaze met Mai Shutoku's, and then he smiled.

"Kenji Takemiya," he said, pausing as he pondered what title to give himself.

In the end, he didn't add anything, just shrugged and added, "I don't have a proper job, I'm just drifting through life."

His smile was dashing and irresistible, possessing a charm that was hard to resist. That charm was completely different from that of Cesare Gattuso.

Caesar's attraction is the blazing sun, intense, domineering, and unbearable to look at; Kenji Takemiya's attraction is the moonlight, cool, hazy, and elusive, but the more it is like this, the more one wants to get closer to see it clearly.

The humpback whale huddled in the corner, sizing up the long-haired man, silently labeling him in its mind: if the male escort industry were to poach this guy, he would definitely dominate the popularity charts.

Mai Shude gave a light clap.

“Thank you all. From this moment on, we are colleagues,” she said, and then took a step forward. It was a small step, but it was very meaningful—the place where she had been standing was the “lecture area,” and after taking this step forward, she stepped into the “interaction area.”

This seemingly insignificant shift subtly changed the nature of the entire conversation, transforming it from "the director announcing the work arrangements" to "discussing project plans together."

"As you all know, our organization is about to produce a reality show. We will follow and film the entire relationship of an ordinary couple, presenting it to the audience in its entirety," she said, speaking at a measured pace, leaving just the right amount of space between each sentence to give the audience enough time to process the information.

"To ensure that we captured genuine love, rather than a scripted performance, our two actors took a drug that temporarily erased certain memories. They forgot they were in the middle of a show. They would wake up from a hangover and meet in a love hotel."

When the words "love hotel" were mentioned, someone in the corner chuckled softly.

Miyako covered her mouth with her hand, but a smile was already spreading from her eyes.

"You are all top experts in your respective fields. We have gathered you here to advise this couple and help them achieve a perfect love. We are the think tank of love, and we are also Venus and Cupid. We look forward to your best performance." After saying this, Mai Shude crossed her hands in front of her, assuming an open "welcome to ask questions" posture.

"How exactly do we work?" Fashion stylist Shunji Kumagai was the first to raise his hand, his fingers outstretched like a top student eager to answer a question in class.

"The dispatch vehicle will be operating on the front lines. What we need is the experience of the experts." Mai Shutoku was clearly prepared for this question and answered fluently and in detail. "If the male actor takes the female actor shopping, Mr. Shunji Kumagai, please provide your professional advice on clothing matching. Ms. Yui Mima's figure is a perfect match for the female actor, and Mr. Kumagai will try on the clothes he has chosen for the female actor on you."

Miyako nodded.

“When the actors’ emotions are at a low point, Mr. Ryoji Suzuki, we need you to provide a particularly suitable solution to break the deadlock,” Mai Shutoku said, turning her gaze to the middle-aged businessman.

Ryoji Suzuki pushed up his glasses and gave a smile that said, "This is exactly my area of ​​expertise."

He straightened his back slightly in the chair, making the shoulder line of his suit fit better.

“When we needed them most to spark a romance—” said Mai Shude.