Dragon Clan: No one wants me, Lu Mingfei

Listening to the sound of the elevator closing in the corridor, the popular-faced man hiding at the entrance of the survival passage looked over and after confirming that Su Xiao had left, he impatiently called the short-haired man:

"Brother, that man has discovered that his wife and child are missing. Do you think he will go to the police?"

"It's okay, the Metropolitan Police Department has smoothed things over." The short-haired man sitting in the passenger seat of the Hummer H2 replied casually. Just now, there was another message from the boss, the Metropolitan Police Department Transportation Department License Office (DMV) So) there is no registration record for this car.

In other words, this car is not only a black car, but also has a fake license plate. Even if the man chooses to call the police, he will be arrested for driving without a license and forging license plates.

There is a saying in China that goes very well: A strong dragon cannot overwhelm a local snake.

Although he didn't know how this family of three traveling in Tokyo had the energy to get a black car and a fake license plate on the road, no matter what kind of dragon was behind them, they couldn't be the opponent of the Sheqi Eight Family, which was the dominant Japanese underworld. The underground emperor for hundreds of years.

"That's good. Do you still need me to keep an eye on him?" Dazhong Lian breathed a sigh of relief. He had been in jail many times for getting into fights. Although the food provided there was good, there were always people who would touch him while he was sleeping. His Japanese ass.

"Keep staring and tell me everything he does." That adult seemed to have some kind of special complex. In this case, he gave in to him and allowed this stupid stranger to finally find his wife and daughter after going through many dangers. , only to find that they have... Haha, Tokyo is still very hot in October.

Listening to the elder brother's instructions, the Dazhong face leaning against the wall was about to nod in response, when suddenly a big hand with a cattail leaf fan stretched out from the wall and pinched his face like an iron pliers.

"Ugh——??!" Everyone's eyes were full of horror. Before they could realize what happened, they felt a pain at the base of their ears, and they lost control of their jaws so unprepared.

Half of his face was pinched, and severe pain and fear swept through Dazhong Lian's mind in an instant. But after all, he was a member of the underworld who had seen blood. He raised his hand to resist, but unexpectedly, a big hand like a mountain of five fingers grabbed him. His head was knocked back hard, and the terrifying force caused the tiles on the wall to crack.

Dazhong's eyes only felt blurry, the whole world was spinning, and endless darkness seemed to be shrouding it, and the mobile phone held by his ear fell from his fingertips.

The strange sound here reached the ears of the short-haired man. He frowned and said in a deep voice: "What's wrong?"

His voice came from the speakers of the Panasonic GD85, a candy bar machine popular among Japanese people. It fell vertically toward the ground under the influence of gravity, and was caught by a big hand midway.

"No need to paraphrase, you can ask me directly." A low and hoarse voice sounded. Dazhong's face, which was about to fall into coma due to suffocation and impact, was forcibly awakened by a force that seemed to be able to crush facial bones. His distracted eyes caught the sight of many people around him. A tall and familiar figure appeared, and then his pupils suddenly shrank as if he had seen some terrifying monster.

When the short-haired man on the other end of the phone heard this, he put his foot down on the center console of the Hummer and said with a little surprise and amusement in his tone: "Oh Moses Roy (interesting)."

This stranger knew that his wife and children had been kidnapped, but he didn't get angry or panic, but acted so calmly. It seemed that he was indeed not an ordinary person.

"I don't know who you are, and I don't know what you want." Su's father held the Panasonic GD85 to his ear, his eyes flashed coldly, but his words were unhurried:

"If you want a ransom, then bring the amount address and my family. I will not call the police or trace your whereabouts. This is the end of the matter."

The short-haired man just smiled contemptuously and said nothing. He even turned his head and made a face at Susie and her daughter.

In the hotel, Dazhong’s face had turned purple from suffocation, and his facial features were distorted as if he could burp at any time, but Su’s father’s tone was still so calm, with a hint of coldness: “But if you don’t plan to cooperate, then I will Find you and kill you."

"Oh, good luck to you." The other end of the phone sneered, and then hung up the phone, as if he didn't care about the life and death of the public face at all, or that the other party was convinced that he would not dare to hurt the only hostage, thus arousing their anger. anger.

Listening to the busy signal from the cell phone, Su's father was silent for a long time. He let go slightly and let the public faces who had already seen the other side of hell return to the world. Then he opened the door of the escape tunnel and walked in with the surviving man in one hand.

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On the other side, Mai Shutoku, who was waiting for Potato Chip Girl to share her joke, couldn't laugh anymore, because the negotiations between Braised Dantou and Huang Mao of the Inuyama family were at an impasse, and they wanted to take her out to see what she was like.

Listening to the potato chip girl's unbridled laughter, the long-legged girl hung up the phone with an expressionless face.

No, I can't stay in this home for a moment.

Mai Shutoku pulled out a samurai sword from under the table and wondered if killing the yellow guy in advance would disturb the unscrupulous author's pleasure in playing cat and mouse.

After thinking about her previous experience, she finally put the knife back, opened the door and knocked out the maid who was waiting outside. Then she strutted to the garage, knocked down the guard who was preventing her from escaping, and then got on her back. My beloved motorcycle left in style.

"boom--"

The train rumbled, and the scenery outside the window flew by quickly. Chu Zihang looked down at Natsume Soseki's "I am a Cat". On his right was Lu Mingfei, who was playing a game. The game's Eri clothing.

Now they have transferred from the Marunouchi Line to the Keiyo Line and will reach their destination at the next stop.

It was Lu Mingfei's first time playing a handheld game console. He felt that the hand feeling was not as good as that of arcade machines and game controllers, but it was also very interesting to play. Just now, Hui Liyi was greedy for playing all the way, but he frowned at the sight of this girl's mediocre skills. Wrinkled, so he deceived the game console from her in the name of teaching unique skills.

After being tested by Lao Xiatou in various hellish games and being overwhelmed by his unbelievable skills, Lu Mingfei's gaming level improved by leaps and bounds. After he got a little familiar with the operation of GBA SP, he showed off his technical ability as a high-level gamer and won over Eri. Yi was extremely shocked. If she had been more emotional, she would have become Lu's little crush.

But even so, Eriki still regards this magician apprentice as the second strongest person she has encountered so far. The original strongest person Yuan Mousheng has fallen to the bottom.

"Crack!"

The shutter sound suddenly sounded in the quiet carriage. Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang raised their heads at the same time, their eyes filled with vigilance and dissatisfaction.

Opposite them, a handsome photographer with a mustache put down his SLR camera, raised the brim of his hat and showed a slightly apologetic smile: "Smith Marseille, that scene just now was so beautiful, I couldn't help but want to record it. Come down."

His voice is gentle, with an artist's unique accent, his eyes are drooped and his face is very kind. His height is 1.7 meters, which is above average in Japan.

Dressed in a white shirt, a long khaki windbreaker, a pair of brown Martin boots, slightly curly long hair, and a mustache like Hawkeye Mihawk, he really looks like a photographer. The taste of home.

Lu Mingfei returned the game console to Huili Yi, and looked up and down at this little day with Chu Zihang. His eyes were as sharp as a wood plane, as if he was planning to cut through the possible disguises layer by layer.

"Well, why are you looking at me like that?" Hideaki Shinbo was a little creeped out by the two children. He couldn't help but asked, "If you don't want to, I can delete the photo."

After observing carefully for a moment and using his legendary sixth sense to confirm that this wild photographer was not Lao Xia Tou in disguise, Lu Mingfei said, "Can you speak English? We can't understand Japanese."

Photographers are still a rare commodity these days. It’s not like the later generations who just hold an ultra-high-resolution mobile phone upside down and dare to claim to be a photographer, chasing after a pretty girl and snapping pictures, claiming that everyone has the right to pursue beauty and record it. , so Lu Mingfei believed that the other party's cultural level must not be much lower, and he should be able to understand English.

"The European server is dead." The wild photographer replied in Japanese English with a slight accent. At the same time, he secretly thought that it was no wonder that he was wandering around without wearing a school uniform. He turned out to be a foreigner.

"Can we see the photo you just took?" Looking at his junior brother who was pressed against Eri, Chu Zihang stood up and came to Hideaki Shinbo and made his request.

"Of course." The photographer with a mustache handed the SLR to Chu Zihang, not worried that the other party would damage it or do anything to it.

This cold boy gave him the same feeling as the ice and snow on the mountain: bitingly cold, but it was pure white before his eyes, and no trace of filth could be seen.

To him, the young couple leaning side by side looked like a piece of pure amber sealed from ancient times, reshaped by the stone that had become hot after being exposed to the scorching sun.

Although it's a bit rude to describe Lu Mingfei like this, he didn't care about it at all. He stood out between the well-dressed Chu Zihang and Eri Yi, like a TV drama investor standing in front of an old drama star. It's like forcing an idol actor into the show.

But this idol actor is still a hidden talent, with outstanding temperament and superb acting skills. Under the clever capture of director Hideaki Shinbo, he successfully created a beautiful picture.

Chu Zihang looked at the frozen picture on the SLR screen: a handsome young man sitting in an upright posture, holding a book in one hand and gently turning pages with the other. The few strands of hair hanging in front of his forehead gave him a bit of hazy temptation. Behind him is the blue sky and sheep-like white clouds, and next to him are slightly blurred boys and girls playing games side by side.

"..."

For some reason, Chu Zihang saw a bit of desolation in this scene, as if someone had been excluded.

But Hideaki Shinbo's composition is clearly centered on the young man reading a book, so why does he seem a bit redundant.

"Nice shot."

"Thank you." Xinfang Hideaki accepted the compliment happily, but I don't know if it was his imagination. The eyes of the young man who looked like a flower on the mountain seemed to have become a little colder.

"Let me take a look." Seeing this, Lu Mingfei stretched out his hand to indicate that he also wanted to take a look. Because he was passing the Disneyland station, there were a lot of people in the carriage at this time. The senior brother's seat was occupied as soon as he got up. Worried that the eldest lady next to her would be frightened by a stranger, she could only sit and watch.

"Please." Shinbo Hideaki made a gesture of invitation. As a photographer, making his work liked by the public and satisfying the model is the best compliment.

"Hey, the photo taken here is really...from an amazing angle." Lu Mingfei was obviously stunned when he saw the photo. He was thinking about how a normal trip together turned into a small group playing in isolation, and his little brain was spinning so fast. Found the right adjective.

Eriyi caught a glimpse of the SLR camera he was holding. Since she didn't know much about electrical appliances, she thought it was a new game console. She came over to see what games there were, but Lu Mingfei happened to zoom in on the screen, and the two of them were about to cuddle up. The figures together occupied her field of vision.

Not a game?

The girl with picturesque features, her bright eyes twinkling, retracted her head and controlled Mario to drill the water pipe.

Because of some blurring, the faces of Lu Mingfei and Eli Yi were not clear, so he did not ask the other party to delete them. He even wanted the other party to develop the photos and give him a copy, but he couldn't say it directly, so he Just to be polite:

"Well, what is your job?"

Xinfang Xiuming looked at the camera in Lu Mingfei's hand, and his eyes suddenly became complicated: "I am a freelance photographer with a little reputation in the industry."

"Oh, then are you going to submit these photos to magazines?"

"Yes." The man pressed the brim of his hat. Although he claimed to be a freelance photographer, he maintained in-depth cooperation with many media.

There are many places in Tokyo where photography is prohibited, and only authorized photographers can take photos, and he happens to be a photographer with multiple authorizations, including the famous Kabukiza.

"If you are willing, you can exchange contact information with me. After the photos are developed, I will send you a copy as a thank you gift." Hideaki Shinbo, who has been in Vanity Fair for a while, saw through the boy's thoughts. It just so happens that he will hold his own personal photography exhibition this weekend, and he can welcome these three young guests from foreign countries to support him.

"Thank you very much." Lu Mingfei was overjoyed and happily exchanged contact information with him.

At this time, the train slowed down slowly and stopped at Maihama Station. They had to get off.

Hideaki's destination was not Disneyland, so he waved goodbye to the three beautiful boys and girls. When he saw Eriyi, who was dressed as a boy, pinching the hem of Lu Mingfei's clothes with her fingertips, he shook his head and sighed. My own lost youth.

He was going to transfer to the Tokyo Metro Tozai Line at Nishi-Funabashi and go to the famous Akagi Shrine near Kagurazaka, where a friend he met online was waiting for him.

That friend was a kid who loved kabuki, and his dream was to one day sit on the Kabukiza, known as the throne in the kabuki theater, and perform a stunning piece there.

Akagi Shrine has a history of more than 700 years. It suffered a serious fire during the Edo period, and the main body was seriously damaged and had to be rebuilt. After the Pacific War broke out in 1945, the shrine was completely destroyed due to the war. It has been preserved until now after many renovations.

The reason why that friend chose to meet here was because he claimed to have had a similar experience to Akagi Shrine. Both were reborn from destruction and had their names changed due to some major event.

It is still unclear what his previous name was, but his current name is Kazama Liuli.

When an elder passes away, he returns to his hometown to express his condolences.