Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei's Growth Life Simulator

Chen Wenwen belatedly put down the hand she had extended without knowing when, and turned back, lowering her head and whispering,

"See you tomorrow"

Gulu!

The sound of her stomach growling softly can be heard through her slender waist.

"I'm a little hungry too." Chen Wenwen stroked her belly. "I'm hungry."

The back door closed gently, separating the two worlds inside and outside the classroom.

All that was left was a squeak!

Squeak!

In a remote abandoned building in a coastal town, the lights are dim, water is dripping, and the smell is indescribable.

The slender woman in kimono suddenly jumped to a height that ordinary people could not reach, and easily pulled down the rusty and difficult to close rolling door.

It is hard to believe that such great strength is hidden in those slender arms.

She maintained a false smile, walked past the staff watching the screens, and stood beside Fujiwara facing the big screen, holding the medicine.

"Mr. Fujiwara," the woman bowed obediently, her chest vaguely revealing a hint of whiteness and depth, "it's time to change the medicine."

"no need!"

Mediterranean Fujiwara's face was extremely cold.

He fiercely removed the bandage on his head. The hideous wound had healed a lot after just one night.

It's obvious that Fujiwara doesn't have the physique of an ordinary human!

"You know," Fujiwara lowered his voice, whispering in a voice that only the woman could hear, "this injury is nothing for us mixed-bloods."

"The mission is more important right now. One night has passed. How is the plan assigned to you going?"

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 186 The Value of Human Life

"It's a little rushed in terms of time, but it's not a big problem."

The woman in kimono shrugged her shoulders and moved slightly, allowing the group of people who were watching the surveillance behind her to move out.

She kept smiling.

"As the Chinese proverb goes, money makes the world go round."

"Mr. Fujiwara, as you can see, I have already sent people to hack into all the surveillance cameras in the streets and shopping malls nearby overnight."

The woman in kimono stretched out her hand and gently pinched it.

"It's like there's an invisible spider web here. As long as the target appears, her every move will fall into our control. No matter how hard she struggles, she can't escape."

"Of course, in order to hide our traces, we have already found people. Based on the terrain survey and past experience, I have also prepared several plans."

The woman in kimono smiled sweetly, bent her beautiful hands slightly, lowered her eyebrows and took out a few warm papers from her chest, "This is the detailed plan, please take a look, Mr. Fujiwara."

Fujiwara narrowed his eyes slightly and took the papers.

He flipped through the documents in his hand, his face unclear under the bright screen in front of him.

"That's all?"

From Fujiwara's low rhetorical tone, it can be seen that he was very dissatisfied with the plan submitted by the woman in kimono.

The strong questioning was almost overflowing from the two of them.

The staff not far away couldn't help but sweat in their hearts.

They had no idea what the two were talking about, they were just afraid that the sudden stagnant atmosphere was due to their operational errors, and they were also afraid of what kind of punishment they would receive if that was the case.

"Under the circumstances, it's already pretty good to be able to do this, isn't it?" A trace of helplessness flashed across the eyes of the woman in kimono. She spread her hands and whispered, as if to show that she had done her best.

"We were new here and were unfamiliar with the place. More importantly, I only had a few hours from learning about the specific people to executing the plan."

The woman in kimono pursed her lips slightly, her voice persuading.

"And Mr. Fujiwara, our goal isn't to kill that child named Su Xiaoqiang, right? It's enough to just film the scene where she's injured and send it to Su Jingtian as a bargaining chip."

"Huh? Do you really think that's enough?"

"Su Jingtian was very ruthless yesterday. I think this minor injury and bruise won't serve as a warning or threat," Fujiwara snorted and laughed without looking up. His voice was a little hoarse. He stared at the blood-stained photo in his hand with murderous intent.

"It would be best if this Su Xiaoqiang had her arms or legs broken or her face disfigured."

He glanced at the kimono-clad woman next to him, his eyes flashing with frightening golden light, and spoke in a low voice,

"Ms. Aso, I know you have a daughter who is about the same age as your target, so I feel a little compassion this time."

The next moment, the low voice gradually became colder, as if a devil was whispering, and a slight chilly wind suddenly blew in the windless abandoned building, making people feel creepy.

"But do you think that if you let her go this time, the Lord will not send someone else to continue this mission?"

"No no no! I shouldn't have said that,"

Fujiwara suddenly shook his head and smiled coldly.

"I should ask Ms. Aso, do you think that if you just let this girl go and let the mission fail, the adults will let your daughter in Japan go?"

"Let me tell you, the answer is no!"

Fujiwara threw the papers with the plans written on them at his feet and ordered in a cold voice,

"So what I want is not a playful plan like this. I want you to try every possible way and do your best!"

“Only in this way can we complete the mission.”

"Only in this way can your daughter be safe, Ms. Aso."

The woman in kimono called Ms. Aso was stunned for a moment, then sighed softly.

Om-!

As his eyebrows opened and closed, the light brown pupils faded.

The cold golden flames ignited, making the bloodshot hidden in the whites of the eyes look particularly terrifying.

Ms. Aso used a hairpin to tie up her long hair. Her whole person lost the gentleness of a Yamato Nadeshiko and her temperament gradually became colder.

His tone gradually became serious along with his cold and beating heart, and he turned into a machine without emotions that only knew how to execute plans.

"Hey! I see."

Miss Aso bowed with her eyes downcast, completely breaking the sympathy in her heart.

"Mr. Fujiwara, I will do my best from now on."

"Humph! I'm glad you think so, Ms. Aso. After all, I don't want to lose my life and property because of your disgusting kindness."

In the dark little building, Fujiwara slowly lit the lighter.

Amid the charred air, he let Su Xiaoqiang's smile burn in the flames, twisting, charring, and turning into flying ashes.

tread--!

Fujiwara suddenly stood up and crushed the flames into the water at his feet.

He stared at the people who appeared in the surveillance video, his eyes were like he was looking down on ants, without any respect for life.

"The target has appeared. Notify No. 1 and take action."

"Yes!"

Ms. Aso bent down slightly, straightened up, took out an old cell phone from her chest, dialed the number, and gave orders in Chinese.

"Number one, target appears, prepare for action."

"Also, change of plans."

"As long as the target is not dead, you can do it as cruelly as you can!"

"What do you mean?"

A weak, slightly young voice came from the other end of the phone, sounding a little flustered.

"Hey! This is different from what we agreed on! Isn't it okay to just have minor injuries?"

"I don't need to explain to you. In short, the plan has changed," Ms. Aso said coldly, reiterating,

"As long as the girl is alive and conscious, that's fine."

"As for whether she has broken arms and legs, or is paralyzed and disfigured, it's up to you."

"Maybe if I put it another way you can understand it better,"

Ms. Aso's words fluctuate with a hint of temptation.

"Number One, how many times higher than the original plan you can get depends on how ruthless you are."

"Hey! Woman! What do you mean?"

drop!

Ms. Aso didn't care about the other party's reaction and hung up the phone unilaterally after saying that.

"Is it really okay for you to be so strong?" Fujiwara frowned and whispered.

"Mr. Fujiwara, now you are disgusted by my aggressiveness? As expected, men are never stable."

Ms. Aso sneered and shook her head, her expression unchanged, like an ancient strategist who had a complete grasp of the changes in the battle situation.

She waved her hand, looking confident.

"Don't worry, even if number one fails, it doesn't matter, there are countless people waiting behind."

Ms. Aso gave a sarcastic smile.

"Besides, Mr. Fujiwara, how much do you think a human life is worth in reality?"

"My daughter had a classmate who died suddenly while running during a physical test in junior high school. The school only paid 10 million yen in compensation, which is only 500,000 yuan in RMB."

"Putting aside her identity, how much do you think Su Xiaoqiang's life is worth? Five hundred thousand? One million? Or two million?"

"From another perspective, how much do you think it would cost for a person to take away another person's life?"

Ms. Aso shrugged, and her kimono slipped off, revealing an alluring glow.

But she didn't care about this at all. Instead, she lowered her head and operated her mobile phone, and took the lead in transferring 300,000 yuan into an account.

As data flows through the world of the Internet, the greed aroused by capital is like a wolf's claws scratching the heart, and is bound to evolve into a criminal act in reality.

"Mr. Fujiwara, for No. 1 who is at the bottom of society and has no hope, the money that he can never earn in his lifetime is enough for him to take risks regardless of the cost."

Ms. Aso looked at the figure on the big screen, her eyes filled with indifference to life and disdain for human nature.

"Next, we just need to watch the show here."

"Humph! It couldn't be better!"

Fujiwara snorted coldly and called to the back.

"The action has begun. If you don't want to die, give it your all!"

"Hi!"

In an instant, there was a uniform response, shaking the building.

The black-haired spider that was wandering on the web fell down dejectedly, with only a thin thread holding on to its life.

"Damn it! What a stinky bitch!"

A sloppy young man in a black leather jacket and a messy beard.

He raised the phone in his hand fiercely and pretended to smash it!

But just as the old phone was about to break, he came back to his senses as if awakened from a dream.

Peng——!

After taking back his phone, he kicked the trash can on the side over.

Dirty plastic bags, sticky toilet paper, leftover food and porridge full of flies were kicked everywhere by this relieving kick, emitting a strong odor that made everyone frown.

"Look at your mother! Look!"