Dragon Clan: No one wants me, Lu Mingfei

The information sent from Japan went through an unscrupulous middleman to earn the price difference, causing the information obtained by Yuan Zhisheng to be beyond recognition.

It can be said that except for the secret letter of the head of the Inuyama family, everything else has been artistically processed and is very consistent with Japanese characteristic culture.

But then Yuan Zhisheng sent a message back to the Sheqi family asking for details, but it fell silent without any response, as if the family had collectively shut down the internet.

Sensing something was wrong, he combed through the currently known information and dialed his family's hotline and the numbers of acquaintances. Without exception, he lost contact with all of them. However, when searching for news in Japan, the world was peaceful and there was no sign of chaos at all. .

Combined with the attacks on the headquarters and the parents, Yuan Zhisheng boldly speculated that the eight Sheqi families may have been surrounded by unknown forces, and there may even be shadows of the government and chaebols behind them. Otherwise, it would be impossible to explain why there was no trouble at all.

As a young master, Minamoto has a mediocre political acumen, but after being taught by Tachibana Masamune, he also has a basic understanding of the situation in Japan.

After Tachibana Masamune came to power, the Sheqihachi family eliminated stubborn diseases and regained its glory. The momentum of its rise was so strong that it not only got rid of the control of its headquarters, but also secretly used various means to bribe officials and support its own political power.

Many officials in the Japanese government have been secretly controlled by the Sheqi Eight Families. Recently, they have also targeted several congressmen with little background, preparing to behead them and treat them as dogs.

Perhaps it was precisely because the appearance of the Eight Sheqi Family was so ugly that it was almost beyond the tolerance of the Japanese government and chaebols, so they joined forces with other forces to attack the Eight Sheqi Family, preparing to replace the underworld leader with an easier to control.

Thinking of the unpleasantness that occurred some time ago when the Tokyo government and the eight Sheki families discussed the expressway that overlaps with the Genji Heavy Industries Building under construction, as well as the strong and domineering behavior shown by the family, Genji felt that it was not impossible.

The eight Sheqi families have grown too fast in recent years, and with that overseas investment, they have seriously violated the interests of the chaebols, and it is only a matter of time before they break up.

But he didn't expect it would be at this time.

Looking at the secret letter from the head of the Inuyama family, Yuan Zhisheng felt that he could not wait any longer and must return to the Sheqiba family as soon as possible to stabilize the situation. He could not let the country that his father had worked so hard to build disappear into nothing!

Having made up his mind, he called on the members of the Japanese branch of Kassel College's training class, and together they asked for leave from the college on the grounds that their parents were critically ill, requesting that they return to Japan to fulfill their filial piety.

He thought it would take a lot of trouble, but unexpectedly, after lunch, he received a reply from Norma and several tickets for flying from Chicago International Airport to Tokyo at three o'clock in the afternoon.

The principal not only approved their application to leave school, but also specially prepared a luxurious fruit basket for Minamoto to express his condolences to Masamune Tachibana on his behalf, and emphasized that he could seek help from the school at any time if he had difficulties.

He was so full of goodwill that while Yuan Zhisheng was moved, he also suspected that his headquarters had a hand in the fall of the Sheqi Eight Families. He was so confident that he allowed them to go back just to catch them all.

But this thought only stayed in my mind for a moment. The Japanese branch was strong, but it had been hidden very well. Otherwise, with the domineering European and American hybrids, they would have hit the door long ago.

The time difference between Japan and the United States is 14 hours, so I hope it’s not too late.

Yuan Zhisheng pulled out two black clappers from the drawer, his face looking gloomy and scary.

The White King is the master of the "spiritual element", and Japanese hybrids are basically descendants of the White King. They should have natural resistance to attacks on the spiritual level, but the fact is exactly the opposite. Their bloodlines are full of uncertainty, even if they pass The blood test confirmed that he was a human, not a ghost, and that he was somewhat mentally abnormal.

Not to mention the Kanto branch, all problem children would have been sent to psychological treatment if their fists weren't strong enough.

Other family members also have some mental abnormalities, manifested in some special hobbies. Maybe the strange bangzi is a weapon specially made by the people behind the scenes to target the weak mental resistance of the eight Sheqi families.

After the last time he went to New York for a mission and was knocked down with a bang, he suspected that there was something wrong with his body, and on the other hand, he suspected that it was the problem with the bang. I specially found tools and materials to make a pair, imitating the movements of the man at that time, knocking and rubbing them to make a sound, but I could not recreate the scene at that time.

Later, he also asked several students who were studying in the Japanese branch to test it, but there was also no response.

He originally guessed that the two clappers hid a secret, but now he is even more convinced that they must be weapons developed specifically to target the descendants of the White King!

But the question arises again, how many people in the world can make such a weapon specifically designed to deal with the blood descendants of the White King?

Except for Nicholas Flamel, the chief alchemist in the Secret Party, the only remaining lunatics in the Equipment Department are the top geniuses in the world gathered there. Even the likes of Miyamoto Shio, a member of the eight Seraki families, can only meet once in a thousand years. Geniuses are not scarce.

"Is it really you, principal?"

Yuan Zhisheng was holding two short sticks with a gloomy expression on his face, thinking whether Ange had equated the Japanese mixed race with the White King's blood.

He once vowed to be a friend of justice and to protect his city like Batman at the risk of incarnating into darkness, but it is clear that at present he is just like a newly minted Superman who is being targeted by the cunning Batman.

If the descendants of the White King are Kryptonians, then Angers has prepared the most terrifying weapon for them - kryptonite (clapper), which can make them irreversible at any time.

He is indeed one of the strongest dragon slayers in the history of the Secret Party.

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"This kid, it's a waste of talent not to be an editor in the DC editorial department." Xia Di, who single-handedly created the information cocoon (with Shufen and Norma under his arm) shook his head and sighed, looking at the little boy in a black evening dress next to him. I rolled my eyes in my mind.

Why don't you dare to turn it over in person?

Don't ask, I'm just asking because I'm afraid someone won't be able to afford it.

Lu Mingze, who is equal to the devil in the eyes of many people, is wearing a white towel on his arm at the moment, and his little face is full of compliments and flattery. If this expression were placed on others, it would probably make people look down upon and disgusted, but his lips are red and his teeth are white. If she is prettier than a girl, it will only make people feel cute.

Originally, he shouldn't be here. He should be in the car, watching his brother suffer from the chuunibyou at close range. Unfortunately, a ruthless hand pulled him over from a distance and said he would discuss important matters later.

Although Lu Mingze complained in his heart that no major event could compare to his brother's life-long event, but due to Xia Di's boxing power, he still chose to follow his heart, but he didn't expect that he would have to wait for several hours.

During this period, Mr. Xia kept watching the fun with his eyes shining (in a physical sense), and from time to time he would mention Lu Mingfei, which made him feel itchy. He tried to persuade him that it is better to have fun alone than to have fun together, but he was not accepted. I have nothing to do but play with the cat.

But he had almost licked the two fat cats bald. This man still had no intention of stopping, so he couldn't help but made a small protest, saying that his time was very precious, and it cost millions every minute. He was busy making money to support his family and also preparing gifts for his brother. As a result, he was almost punched into the ground by a fist as big as a casserole.

I muttered twice more and read "The Shinkansen Explosion", "The Theft of Eight Sheqi Houses", "The Assault of the Underworld Patriarch" and "Superman (Minamoto) vs Batman (Angers)" in succession. "Xia Di let out a long sigh of relief, with a pleasant smile on his face, as if he had seen something good that made people laugh.

Just when Lu Mingze was wondering how much fun he still had and missed his maid team of beautiful girls for the twenty-eighth time, Xia Di suddenly held his head and scolded him in a tone of scolding a prodigal. road:

"Tell me, you spend so much money to buy a shabby house and leave it empty. Do you think you have too much money and no place to go, or do you think your brother lived a good life when he was young? It is simply extravagant and wasteful!"

The living room of Heishi Mansion is so big that you can hardly see the end of it, because this was the place where the general used to convene his subordinates for discussions. For convenience and appearance, countless vermilion pillars were erected in the room, and the ebony floor was polished by Lu Mingze until it was as bright as a mirror. .

The bright white moonlight outside the window shines into the house through the wooden grilles of the houses, forming beams of light. The beams of light hit Lu Mingze, who looked like he was wearing a prison uniform in black and white, and looked particularly suitable for the scene.

He couldn't watch it while he was having fun, and he couldn't resist being occupied by others. Lu Mingze felt miserable, but he didn't say it.

If you say it, you will be laughed at and you will continue to be bullied.

"I'm actually poor too. Su Enxi takes care of the money. I don't touch money. I'm not interested in money." Lu Mingze spread his hands and said that he was just a hands-off shopkeeper, and then retorted: "And Why do you think my brother’s living expenses are so high? I’m secretly funding it, right?”

As for Qiao Weini's incompetent couple in Lulin City, if he hadn't been secretly taking care of him, Lu Ming would have been hated by people for not having a father and a mother and just going around for a living. His brother's meal and monthly living expenses But he was all behind it.

"So, do I blame you wrongly?" Xia Di glared and leaned down to apologize.

"No, actually I am a little selfish." Lu Mingze looked at the big face in front of him and took half a step back to create a safe distance.

Only by experiencing a wealthy life can the life of poverty be made more difficult, which is in line with his identity as a devil.

"What you say is better than what you sing." Xia Di pulled the thin-skinned little boy in front of her, put her arm around his shoulders, and glanced at him up and down with eyes that were at least the level of a red archbishop, as if to Take him apart and crush him to analyze his body structure:

"You kid probably haven't forgotten Black Swan Port yet."

As soon as these words came out, the expression on Lu Mingze's delicate face changed instantly. Although the golden eyes did not light up, his temperament had also changed from a cunning little fox to a majestic, cold and aloof king: "How could I forget? .”

It was an unforgettable and unforgettable experience.

"Yes, some history cannot be forgotten or tampered with, but when I was young, I liked to play with the history books." Xia Di nodded, looking like he shared the same hatred: "Find a time to teach them a lesson."

"I suspect that you are not talking about the same topic as me." A black line crossed Lu Mingze's forehead. He really had no way to deal with the person in front of him, his thinking was too fast.

He didn't doubt Xia Di's intelligence capabilities. This guy had a mysterious origin. He still didn't know who the other party was, but he knew everything about him. This feeling was really uncomfortable.

"It doesn't matter, as long as you understand the meaning."

"Uh... not very..."

"Since you still remember Black Swan Port, you must also remember your two old friends."

"Of course, thanks to them, I spent an unforgettable time and played many games that are good for my physical and mental health." Lu Mingze said, with a slightly nostalgic smile on his beautiful face.

This is a very standard toothy smile. The boy's teeth are emitting a cold light under the moonlight, as if he wants to dig out that memory and chew it over and over again, recalling the bitterness and remembering the sweetness, or as if he wants to take away some of the memories. The person was bitten into pieces and then spit out on the ground mixed with blood, water and thick phlegm. Then he was crushed over and over with the thick soles of his shoes until it stuck to the dusty and muddy ground, which even a high-pressure water gun couldn't clean away.

"Guess where they are now." Xia Di didn't pay attention to the murderous smile hidden in the calmness. Children just hold grudges, and he also happens to have a childlike innocence.

"One of them is dead, and the other is staying at Sheqiba's house to fool those fools into working for him." Lu Mingze answered in a satisfactory manner, without any intention of providing corresponding evidence.

Xia Di knew that this kid wanted to trick her, but she didn't hide it: "Wrong, one of them is still alive, and the other is about to die."

"How do you say that?" Lu Mingze's intelligence ability is one of the best, but there are some things that he only knows one thing but not the other. It takes a lot of time, energy and money to verify the guesses and dig out the truth.

And after he was caught by Xia Di and used as a cat climbing frame, he never had the chance to contact the outside world. The cautious guy blocked the entire Blackstone Mansion, and he was unable to get relevant information from his lovely maid group.

Yuan Zhisheng was just an information cocoon. He cut off the Internet directly and was worthy of the title of a civil war fantasy god.

With a "pop" sound, several photos flew into his arms. Lu Mingze picked them up and took a look, with a look of surprise on his face: "Why does Japan also have its own Hulk?"

"The Incredible Hulk" was only released in the United States in June this year. The box office was terrible, which is in sharp contrast to the Spider-Man series that is popular around the world. The difficulty of taking these photos is like sticking the camera on Spider-Man's face. , because the protagonist of the photo is Tachibana Masamune, the head of the eight Sheqi families.

This old guy was lying on a pure white bed wearing a blue and white striped hospital gown. His old face was sallow, and his skin was slightly saggy but still strong. His body was full of tubes and testing patches. Under the pale white light, he looked like he was being eaten by broccoli. It was like a virus infection, the whole body was green, and the limbs and torso were as hideous as varicose veins. Only the position above the neck remained the same.

But based on the subtle changes in each photo, it can also be seen that the green is spreading little by little.

"What's going on?" Lu Mingze looked up at Old Xia Tou's malicious face, "Is it possible that you think there are no monsters in Japan and want to rub a Hulk to give your brother some strength?"

Considering this person's integrity, it's not impossible.