blogombal Chapter 74 The Dragon Clan is Doomed
Chapter 74 The Dragon Clan is Doomed
"Brother Mingfei, I didn't expect your academy's branch in Japan to be so large." Old Tang looked up and down at the furnishings in the hotel room, clicking his tongue in amazement.
After all, how could a poor orphan who became a bounty hunter afford to stay in a five-star hotel of this caliber?
Without looking up, Lu Mingfei casually replied, "To be precise, these businesses don't belong to the academy; they belong to the Japanese branch and have nothing to do with the academy."
"Isn't the Neon Branch a subordinate organization of the academy?" Old Tang scratched his head. Having started working halfway through high school, he really didn't understand the intricacies of the situation.
For example, the vassal of someone who is called my vassal is not actually my vassal.
"Before it was affiliated with the academy, the Neon branch already existed as an independent force on this land."
"They have a long history, and it's even said that it can be traced back to the legendary mythical era of Japan." Lu Mingfei put down the information he had just finished reading about the Japanese branch, raised his head, and said slowly.
"In Japan, they have another long-standing name—the Eight Families of Snake-Headed Hells."
The Eight Families of the Snake Clan?
Old Tang's eyes lit up, as if he had thought of something. As a bounty hunter, he had a basic understanding of the various underground forces, big and small, even if he couldn't say he knew them all.
"I know that. They're the biggest yakuza group in all of Japan. I've heard that many smaller gangs call them 'the main family.' They're on par with the Mafia."
"Yes, that's them." Lu Mingfei nodded. "The Japanese branch is the Snake Clan, and the Snake Clan is the Japanese branch."
Lu Mingfei revealed a fact that was not a secret in the eyes of those who were interested.
However, it is quite clear that among the four life forms in this room, the only one who could speak to him about these secrets was perhaps the human personality of Norton, the King of Bronze and Fire—Ronald Don.
After one subway stop in Beijing, the Dragon King seemed to have become a different person. He had no memory of what had happened in Nibelungen and did not consider himself to be the Dragon King Norton, but rather an ordinary person living in Brooklyn, New York City, across the ocean.
However, Lu Mingfei did not have the ability to read minds or communicate telepathically, so he had no way of knowing whether what he said was true or false.
But he didn't care. As long as he still possessed his strength, he figured this Dragon King couldn't cause much trouble. So he let him follow Lu Mingfei to Japan under the identity of Ronald Tang.
Because getting this Dragon King to come along is extremely simple.
After Lu Mingfei wrote down a number that the other party could not refuse, the guy who called himself Old Tang refused to leave.
Sure enough, dragons are greedy, even when they transform into humans.
At this moment, Fenrir, whom Lu Mingfei called Big Black, gently rubbed its head against his calf, a hint of anticipation appearing in its bright golden eyes.
"Don't worry, I won't forget you." Lu Mingfei gently stroked the dog's head.
He dialed the hotel's service number, and soon a staff member delivered a small cart of various local Japanese potato chips as requested.
Fenrir eagerly tore open the bag of potato chips with its two front paws, and with a flick of its tongue, the bag was empty in just a few breaths.
It's hard to imagine that the King of Earth and Mountains, one of the Four Kings, would turn into a black dog, and even a black dog that loves to eat potato chips.
Xia Mi, who was lying on the table, closed her eyes in grief and indignation as she watched her brother's embarrassing state.
Because of the limited time she had in Nibelungen and her own selfish motives, her fusion with Fenrir was not complete, which foreshadowed their eventual disintegration.
However, after seeing her brother's current behavior, she would rather have swallowed him whole right then and there.
Xia Mi sighed inwardly, deciding to ignore it. She twisted her snake body, raised her head, and glanced to the other side.
At that moment, Old Tang was sitting there, flipping through a Japanese magazine.
The cover didn't look like a proper magazine, and then there was the way Old Tang's lips curled up from time to time, and his hungry-looking eyes.
Xia Mi took a deep breath.
The dragon race is truly beyond saving.
Now, two of the four kings are crammed into this tiny hotel room (although it is a so-called presidential suite, it is indeed a thatched hut compared to the palace where the Dragon King lives).
Some read unserious magazines, others eat potato chips.
Is Xia Mi the only one working hard for the revival of dragons?
Xia Mi felt very tired, extremely tired. But then, a finger suddenly touched her forehead.
"Are you hungry?" Lu Mingfei's voice rang out, followed by a small piece of biological beef being tossed in front of her.
Exhausted from her journey and starving, Xia Mi flicked her bright red forked tongue, a hint of hesitation flashing in her crimson-gold pupils. But in the end, she lowered her noble head.
Delicious! So delicious!!
It tastes much better than the discounted beef she used to save up to buy when she was working part-time!
Seeing the white snake, the spirit pet that had done so much for him, feasting on its meal, Lu Mingfei finally felt relieved.
He had noticed Xiaobai's listless appearance earlier and thought she was ill. But now it seemed it was just fatigue from the flight.
Lu Mingfei slowly stood up. After seeing that all the dragons and snakes in the room had their own things to do, he finally began the first thing he had prepared to do upon arriving in Japan.
He took out his phone from his pocket and dialed the number that Yuan Zhisheng had left for him.
"Hello, this is Lu Mingfei. I am now requesting, in my capacity as the principal of Kassel College, that..."
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Genji Heavy Industries.
Inside the floor accessible only to a very few people by swiping their cards, men and women dressed in black knelt outside a wooden hall.
It's hard to imagine that such a retro design could exist in a building in such a modern city.
The wooden building stands in stark contrast to the modern Tokyo skyline with its glass curtain walls and towering skyscrapers.
With the activation of a certain device, the curtain wall instantly transformed into a display screen, with a 3D Mount Fuji disappearing into the distant clouds, cherry blossoms falling one after another, and even a fragrance wafting through the air.
For a moment, it makes one almost forget that they are in the 21st century, but rather in the Edo period hundreds of years ago.
Inside the wooden hall, seven men and women sat in their respective places. In the center was an elderly man with gray hair, wearing a black cloak.
He looked like an ordinary old man from the neon-lit area, but his eyes and brows exuded an aura of authority that only those in positions of power possess.
"Mr. Masamune, shall we begin the meeting?" someone asked.
"Wait a little longer." Mr. Masamune's gaze fell on the empty space to his right.
An eerie silence fell over the wooden hall. No one dared question the old man's decision, nor why Genjiro hadn't arrived even though the meeting was supposed to start.
The emergency meeting only officially began after Genji, dressed in a black trench coat, arrived late and took his seat.
"We have guests visiting the academy. What do you all think?" Mr. Masamune asked, his gaze sweeping over everyone present.