Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei returns from Warhammer

Legend has it that only when the amount accumulated on the gambling table reaches a certain limit, the "mandala" will bloom quietly at your feet.

That is the most beautiful woman in the Paradise Pavilion, looking up at you with charming eyes, as if you are the king with the beauty lying on his knees.

She will invite you to the deepest and most mysterious VIP room in the casino to listen to your innermost desires.

But Lu Mingfei did not go to the gambling table, nor did he get on any pachinko machine. He even took less than ten steps to find the bronze door with the "Hell in Disguise" carved behind him.

The mandala bloomed just for him, as if it had been waiting for a long time.

"Are you the one who invited me to purify you?"

Lu Mingfei casually dropped the dark gold metal card.

It was a premonition that Foreboding did not give him any feedback, indicating that this woman had no desire to attack for the time being.

"Yes, you are our most distinguished guest tonight."

Sakurai Kogure's chuckle was like a silver bell, and her smile touched people's hearts.

Although her Chinese is not fluent, Lu Mingfei can at least understand her.

She is the most beautiful woman in this paradise, but she is also the most dignified owner.

But the next second, her snow-white neck was locked ruthlessly by Lu Mingfei's palms, with an indifferent expression that did not show mercy because the other party was an extremely beautiful woman.

"What about the person who invited me? It can't be you, right?"

Lu Mingfei leaned down and stared at Sakurai Komu's pretty, blushing face.

"Of course...it's not me. That adult...is still...on the way."

Although being choked, Sakurai Kogure still tried hard to keep her sweet and elegant smile unchanged.

Lu Mingfei's astonishing behavior frightened the surrounding gamblers. They all looked as if they had seen a ghost and couldn't believe it. They rolled and crawled away from the two people who had now become the center of the maze.

The men in black who were maintaining order inside the casino had already moved closer. They held heavy pistols and pointed them at Lu Mingfei with stern expressions.

This casino of desire has become much quieter. The gamblers no longer dare to howl and the girls no longer dare to coo.

Even the sound of the pachinko machine pouring steel balls has stopped, leaving only the cheerful and melodious music calling for new customers to invest their money in order to win the generous prizes from the pool full of steel balls below.

The hot desires and heated nerves of the gamblers cooled down after witnessing the cold and ruthless firearms, as if a basin of cold water was poured down, and a thick white mist poured out with a "stab" sound.

The men in black rubbed their fingers on the triggers and trembled, but they did not dare to shoot the murderer immediately——

Sakurai Kogure is the best human shield for the murderer. If Sakurai Kogure dies from their bullets, the person at Kukakukan will definitely let them be buried with the murderer and Sakurai Kogure.

"That sir... is very good, then I will wait a little longer."

Lu Mingfei said, releasing the palm that locked Sakurai Komu.

"Thank you for your magnanimity. The lord will be here soon."

She stared at Lu Mingfei's eyes covered with a light golden mist, smiling like a flower.

Lu Mingfei stopped talking, walked forward to a gambling table, sat down, closed his eyes and prayed quietly.

The gamblers were avoiding it like the plague, leaving the pretty dealer standing still, not daring to escape, either out of professionalism or the iron rules of the Paradise Hall.

But the tempting ripples caused by the large expanse of tender white on her chest had betrayed her inner fear.

The men in black did not lower their guns and were still pointed at Lu Mingfei.

With just one look from Sakurai Kogure, they would smash this daring murderer to pieces together with the valuable cashmere sofa chair without hesitation.

"Put down your gun and don't be rude to your distinguished guests."

Sakurai Kogure scolded softly.

After that, she looked around everyone with a gentle smile and said:

"I'm sorry, dear guests, the Paradise Hall will close early today."

"We will notify you in advance when the Kukakukan opens next time. We sincerely apologize for the inconvenience caused to our valued guests."

Sakurai Kogure's frail and boneless body leaned to the ground, raised her hands above her head and touched her fingertips, and performed a "big gift" in Japanese etiquette to the guests in the casino.

No one can bear the gift of the Bliss Hall manager, and no one needs her reminder. People whose desires have cooled down realize that there will be a bloody storm here.

People fled towards the bronze door of the Paradise Hall.

"My lovely employees, please come back and go back early to rest."

Sakurai Kogure smiled at the girls who were still here.

The dealers and waiters in heavy makeup bowed deeply to Sakurai Kogure as if they had been granted amnesty, and fled in a hurry on high heels.

The huge Paradise Pavilion has gone completely silent, and all the pachinko machines have been shut down.

Lu Mingfei did not pursue the departure of these people. Those were just those who indulged in lust. What he wanted to purify were the real heretics who stayed here.

Sakurai Kogure and the cold and solemn men in black with guns behind them stood quietly, as if waiting for the arrival of some distinguished guest.

About five minutes later, Fingel's low voice came from the headset:

"Captain, something is wrong...some big shot is coming."

Lu Mingfei opened his eyes, his pupils covered with golden mist shining brightly in the darkness.

The lights in the Paradise Pavilion were extinguished at some point, blending into the darkness of the mountain where this golden house was located.

It was a cold night in the middle of winter, and there was not even a sound of insects or birds in the deep mountains. There was only the sound of people breathing in the Paradise Pavilion.

"Welcome Your Majesty."

In the darkness, Lu Mingfei heard Sakurai Komu's awe-inspiring whisper.

Immediately afterwards, a sudden bang sounded.

Crisp, empty, and monotonous.

It was as if the air was resonating, from the eardrums to the skull, and then to the depths of the brain, causing a trembling resonance.

It seems to be announcing the beginning of a great drama to the world.

A beam of light lit up at the carved bronze door with the "Hell in Disguise" carved on it. The light projected made the ferocious evil spirits more vivid, as if they would break free from the restrictions of the door in the next second.

But there is a real evil spirit standing inside the gate.

The mask was pale and miserable, and the vermilion lips raised a strange arc, revealing iron-black fangs.

This painting depicts an ancient Japanese official who was violent in temperament but held high authority.

Lu Mingfei stood up, and the golden mist in his eyes quickly solidified, turning into hot golden lava.

The drama begins.

The lights at the carved bronze door went out, and the ghostly figure of the Duke melted into the darkness.

But the next second, a bunch of incandescent lights in the Paradise Pavilion lit up, illuminating Gongqing's figure who stood still and seemed to have never wavered.

The rustling sound of the clapper has no melody. The lights turn on when the sound is heard, and the lights go off when the sound falls.

The lights kept coming on and off from the gate to the Paradise Pavilion, and the evil minister was approaching silently step by step in the darkness.

It's like seconds have been shaved off time.

The scene in front of him was like a frame. The minister was moving forward in a strange flickering manner without any movement or reaction. The hem of the black feather woven clothes he was wearing fell quietly without shaking at all.

The last sound of the clapper fell, and the bright and shining lights of the Paradise Hall came on again.

The Noh drama has come to an end for now.

There was a dead silence in the Paradise Pavilion, like a haunted house in the mountains.

Sakurai Kogure and the men in black stood solemnly with their heads lowered, as if they had stopped breathing.

There are only two protagonists in tonight's drama.

The prince in authority, and the angel before him.

The evil spirit of Gongqing was tall and looked down at Lu Mingfei's indifferent face.

The black shadow cast by the light shrouded him, and the greedy eyes shot out from behind the Gongqing's mask seemed to want to devour Lu Mingfei, swallow him dry, and never spit out any dregs.

Lu Mingfei also raised his head and glanced at the evil ghost minister who suddenly appeared.

This mask seemed to have been born on his face. Every gap at the edge fit tightly to his skin, and long black hair fell from both ends of the mask.

"It's been... long time no see."

"Why don't you make wine with green plums and celebrate this reunion together after a long separation?"

The minister smiled and spoke, his hoarse tone as vicissitudes as the sea.

Lu Mingfei nodded lightly, approached the minister and gave him a hug, like an old friend reunited after a long separation——

Accompanied by the roar of a chain saw that broke the dead silence in the mountains!

The furious chain sword tore through Gong Qing's chest in an instant, and the roaring saw blade stabbed out from Gong Qing's back, bringing with it blood that sprayed like a waterfall!

Lu Mingfei did give the heretic in front of him an open-hearted hug, but it was just the etiquette of telling an angel to die!

The chain sword twisted, and the high-speed rotating saw blade ripped open the ugly public minister's mask all the way up!

"I don't remember knowing you, heretic."

Lu Mingfei glanced at the fallen body and said coldly.

The premonition that Foreboding gave him strong feedback was that this heretic indeed had a strong desire to attack him.

He tried to pick up the two halves of the mask with his toes to see what the heretic below would look like.

But just like what he saw just now, this mask is really integrated with the person wearing the mask, and is inseparable.

Lu Mingfei lost interest in the dead heretic and raised his head to look at the living heretic.

The armed men in black put away their firearms and formed two rows in a semicircle to kneel down beside the corpse of the minister soaked in a pool of blood.

Like mourning and praying.

"madness."

Lu Mingfei said coldly.

"The king and general will be immortal."

Sakurai Komu spoke softly, looking at Lu Mingfei with her clear eyes, and a gentle smile appeared on her face again.

The clapper sounded again, and the second act of the drama began to sing.

The strong desire to attack arose again, and Lu Mingfei felt a line of sight wrapping around him as if it was about to materialize, turning himself into a puppet that the owner of the line of sight could manipulate at will.

He turned around and saw the figure walking out of the corridor deep in the Bliss Pavilion. His steps were steady and powerful, and a snow-white mask of a minister that was exactly the same as before was reflected in his golden eyes.

"good."

Lu Mingfei glanced at the corpse on the ground and walked towards the new minister.

The roar of the chainsword never stopped.