Lu Mingfei, the Martial Saint of the Dragon Clan

"Beep, beep, beep."

Lu Mingfei hung up the phone and walked out of the phone booth.

Pedestrians passing by were still discussing the recent proposal at the Sky Tree.

The young master of the Gattuso family provided the people of this land with a source of conversation for a long time.

Lu Mingfei was walking among the bustling crowd with a long backpack on his back and his hands in his pockets.

He narrowed his eyes in enjoyment, peaceful daily life, so good.

What Yan Yuan said is actually correct, or to use another word, as the mixed-race species in this world often say, blood sorrow.

Hybrids are existences between dragons and humans. Dragons regard them as a shame, while humans regard them as monsters. They are gray between black and white, belonging to neither dragons nor humans.

Hence the loneliness.

In the final analysis, Bloodmourne is a manifestation of a lack of belonging.

Only hybrids with dragon blood flowing through them can find the reassuring aura of the same kind in each other, gain comfort, and alleviate the loneliness of Bloodmourne.

Throughout history, hybrids have tended to be attracted to each other, brought together for a variety of reasons, the root of which is blood mourning.

This is the information Lu Mingfei obtained from the data.

There's just one thing that the data didn't mention.

Or maybe even the person who wrote the information doesn't know.

That is to say, when the bloodline of a mixed race reaches a certain level, the blood sorrow will deepen, especially for people like Lu Mingfei, who have changed qualitatively and are almost completely different from ordinary mixed race creatures. Their blood sorrow, Even if you are with a mixed race, you will be haunted by a loneliness that is so strong that you can't get rid of it.

That's why Lu Mingfei followed the mysterious feeling and found Uncle Ramen.

It's really surprising.

I didn't expect that there would be a monster with a bloodline far beyond Kazama Ruri's in that kind of place.

Selling ramen.

Lu Mingfei smiled with interest.

He originally went there with the intention of finding someone to spar with. His bloodline was higher than Kazama Ruri's, and he was a strong man no matter what. As for selling ramen, it was normal for strong men to have personal preferences. Lu Mingfei had seen many of them when he was in Kyushu.

But after getting in touch and having some noodles, Lu Mingfei discovered to his regret.

Unlike what he thought were masters among the people, Ramen Uncle was really just Ramen Uncle.

The uncle probably has an unknown past.

Maybe he was also a powerful warrior back then.

But unfortunately, he is not now.

The uncle left his warrior self in the past forever.

Now he is just an ordinary old man.

The soldier's blood must have run cold.

Lu Mingfei thought.

What a shame.

Speaking of which, I can't contact Mai Shutoku.

When they left for Tokyo, Mai Shutoku went ahead and they agreed to communicate by phone.

The phone booth outside Genji Heavy Industries can dial a special number, which is Mai Shutoku's exclusive line.

At that time, Mai Shutoku repeatedly stated that the number was online 24 hours a day. If the call could not be reached, something must have happened and you must not call again.

Something happened?

What will happen to Mai Shutoku?

Lu Mingfei thought aimlessly.

However, Mai Shutoku seemed to have thought that something might happen to her and prepared a backup plan. She left a safe house address for Lu Mingfei, saying that if he had a coat, Lu Mingfei could go to the safe house. The people here would definitely Believable.

Lu Mingfei walked past the cameras with a calm pace. At this moment, I don’t know how many people gathered in Japan, just to find Kassel’s S-class. Lu Mingfei was confident in his own strength, but he would also dislike it if it was too troublesome. Therefore, Lu Mingfei adjusted his facial features and changed his face.

This is the effect of dragon blood martial arts, controlling one's own flesh and blood.

Even if Kassel's teachers and students were standing in front of him at this moment, they would not recognize this handsome young man as Lu Mingfei.

Stopping, Lu Mingfei slowly raised his head.

Huge buildings come into view.

Genji Heavy Industries, arrived.

Lu Mingfei came here to keep an appointment. He left a letter of challenge at the port. When the eight Sheqi families saw it, they would definitely hand it over. If we count the time, the young master should have received it by now.

Is Yuan Zhisheng?

Lu Mingfei really wanted to meet this young master.

But at this time, Genji Heavy Industries was different from what Lu Mingfei had imagined.

A yellow cordon formed a circle, and police officers from the Metropolitan Police Department, as well as the black trench coats that Lu Mingfei had seen on the train, were walking in a hurry.

Lu Mingfei stood among the crowd joining in the fun outside the cordon.

Looks like something big happened to Genji Heavy Industries.

"Is it a gun?"

"The ultimate vendetta."

"very scary."

"I heard there is a girl..."

"I remember she was a miko."

Lu Mingfei listened to the discussions of the people around him and gradually pieced together part of the truth of the matter.

It seems that in the afternoon, there was a fierce battle at Genji Heavy Industries, and a girl, or a miko, was taken away.

Many people are discussing the identity of the miko. Some say she is a princess, and some say she is the daughter of a Yakuza patriarch. There are various opinions, and there is no consensus.

A shootout in front of Genji Heavy Industries?

Lu Mingfei became interested.

If I remember correctly, Genji Heavy Industries is the headquarters of the Sheqi Eight Families.

Doesn’t the information say that the Sheqi Eight Family is the largest mixed-race organization in Japan?

Still presiding over all things underworld in this country.

An existence similar to an emperor.

Who would fight in a place like this?

"Amen."

Priest in black cassock closing prayer.

Lu Mingfei glanced sideways at him.

The priest held the cross and lowered his head.

When Lu Mingfei cast his gaze, the priest seemed to sense something and opened his eyes.

"This is your highness."

The priest said in a magnetic voice.

"It's an honor to meet you."

"Your Highness? Are you talking about me?"

"Exactly."

Lu Mingfei smiled.

"You are very polite."

"only……"

Lu Mingfei struck without warning and punched the priest in the face.

"I hate your smell."

Screams pierced the night sky.

The onlookers watched helplessly as the priest was hit by a fist and flew into the air in an exaggerated manner. It was as if what hit him was not a human fist but a severely overloaded heavy truck.

People opened their mouths unconsciously and followed the priest's figure with their eyes until the priest hit the street light pole. The metal light pole showed an exaggerated dent. The street light flickered on and off, and after a few seconds of strobe, it went out completely.

The noise exploded.

It seemed like it was going to overturn the night sky.

"Help! Help!"

"Monster!"

"Call an ambulance quickly!"

"Mommy mommy!"

The commotion here quickly attracted the attention of people on the cordon.

The policemen looked shocked. The lower-ranking ones frantically called for support through their headphones, while the higher-ranking ones looked at the black windbreaker. With their status, they knew that even reporting it would be useless. This situation was obviously beyond their ability to handle.

Moreover, instead of looking for the troops from the headquarters, it is better to place our hope in the black trench coats here.

Compared to ordinary people, these black trench coats are experts in dealing with similar things.

Because they belong to an absolutely violent agency, the Executive Directorate. "Is he a mixed race?"

"That boy!"

A captain in a black trench coat ordered the policeman next to him.

"The job of evacuating ordinary people will be left to you."

The policeman wiped cold sweat and nodded repeatedly.

"yes!"

The squad leader didn't pay attention to the bowing policeman. He took off his sunglasses, folded them and put them in his pocket.

Really, no one dares to go wild with Genji Heavy Industries.

The captain's golden eyes stared at the boy who punched the priest away.

Up to now, the young man was still standing calmly, with no intention of running away.

hehe.

Being looked down upon.

The corners of the squad leader's lips rose.

"Belonging to the Third Division, follow me!"

"yes!"

One by one, the team members responded in the channel.

They approached the boy from all directions.

The murderous intent of Golden Eyes is like something that actually exists.

The ordinary people who were watching here quickly dispersed, and there was almost no need to deliberately maintain order.

This is instinct, just like a rabbit encountering an eagle on the grassland. Facing natural enemies, fleeing is the instinct engraved in the genes of living things.

The Third Division is a special operations team within the Japanese Executive Bureau. It directly accepts the leadership of director Minamoto Chisheng, and only Minamoto Chisheng has issued orders to them across the board.

The eldest lady ran away from home in the afternoon, and many groups of unknown origins were fighting at Genji Heavy Industries. This was a slap in the face of the Sheqi Eighth Family and the Executive Bureau. The Eighth Sheqi Family had never endured this since the patriarch took the helm. Huge shame.

Yuan Zhisheng was far away and could not get back in a short time, so he ordered a thorough investigation at all costs.

The task falls on the third team.

But they have been investigating until now, and still have no clue.

Not to mention the whereabouts of the most important young lady, the Third Division had no clue as to the origins of the troops who fought at that time.

The squad leader was so angry that he had nowhere to vent his anger.

Just encountered a troublesome hybrid.

One by one, they drew their swords.

"Boy."

The squad leader shouted loudly to Lu Mingfei.

"Look where you are when we fight in the next life!"

"this life."

"Just go to me..."

The captain of the squad slashed with his sword. This was a sword technique taught by the young master himself. The captain became famous for this, and was privately known as "Saito who dodges", which shows how powerful this sword is.

Lu Mingfei lifted his backpack to hold it up.

The squad leader glared and slashed with both hands, his face bloodshot, his golden eyes bright, and he roared like a beast from his open mouth.

The backpack split open on both sides, slowly revealing the black knife inside.

The squad leader's eyes were dazzled. The moment he saw the knife, it seemed as if some terrifying monster was roaring at him.

The muscles in the squad leader's arms holding the sword were bulging, and his blood was rushing.

Lu Mingfei's hand was as steady as a mountain.

He frowned slightly, then let go.

"I originally wanted to kill people indiscriminately. Is this the way your Sheqi family behaves?"

"But this time I take action, it seems to be similar to you."

"But."

"are different."

Lu Mingfei's golden eyes lit up.

Dragon blood martial arts, hybrid mode.

Lu Mingfei waved his arms.

It has nothing to do with skills, this is the crushing of pure force, majestic and unstoppable.

The squad leader flew upside down, his hands hurt, his body was shattered by the shock, and a lot of blood flowed out.

Lu Mingfei glanced at Captain Fan's sword with interest.

"You should know that if you let go, the injury will be less severe."

The squad leader gritted his teeth.

"This is the sword given by the young master."

"It's this guy again."

Lu Mingfei muttered.

"Speaking of which, why didn't I see your young master?"

·"I am enough."

Lu Mingfei nodded.

"That's right, he's not here."

The squad leader stabbed his knife on the ground, leaving a deep mark before he stopped.

He looked at Lu Mingfei angrily and wanted to fight again.

"etc."

Lu Mingfei pointed to the street light.

"You'd better take a look at that thing first."

Everyone in the Third Division subconsciously looked along what Lu Mingfei was pointing.

The pupils suddenly shrank.

At the base of the street lamp, a dark figure stood up unsteadily.

This is...the priest who was blown away by a fist before!

The Executive Board commissioners suddenly realized.

This priest is no ordinary person either.

The streetlight was broken, and there was darkness beneath it.

This darkness is extremely rich.

People seem to hear the heartbreaking sound of bone dislocation.

There were also torn flesh and skin, and some kind of thick liquid hit the ground.

A commissioner from the Executive Bureau swallowed subconsciously.

This... what exactly is this?

An idea flashed through the squad leader's mind.

The captain quickly turned to look at the young man.

"You know there's something wrong with this guy!"

"What happened to him!"

Lu Mingfei's eyes were locked on the darkness under the street lamp.

"I don't know the specific reason."

"I just smelled something that disgusted me."

"How can I describe this feeling?"

Lu Mingfei whispered, as if he was answering the captain's question or talking to himself.

"Use words you can understand."

"Yes."

"It's like seeing someone attach three heads and six arms to Venus decapitated."

Lu Mingfei shook his head.

"How blasphemous."

The squeaking metal twisted and rubbed, breaking apart in an instant.

The black shadow broke off the lamppost and used it as a javelin. There was a sound in the air, and the lamppost was in front of Lu Mingfei.

"good!"

Lu Mingfei laughed.

He pulled out the knife like lightning, and the three-meter-long streetlight pole, like a stream rushing down and encountering rocks, silently split from it and split into two halves.

Seeing this scene, the squad leader's eyes widened and he was speechless for a long time.

What a flash of Saito, in front of this squad leader, the squad leader felt like he was just a kid waving a bamboo sword with pride.

But it's not over yet.

The black shadow is almost synchronized with the lamppost.

The huge body enveloped Lu Mingfei.

Everyone looked up.

That's a monster in the true sense of the word.

There were only strips of cloth left in the priest's robe, which lay feebly on the monster's body. He was three meters tall, and his body was covered with layers of scales, comparable to medieval armor.

The iron scales reflect the cold light of the stars and the moon, which is chilling.

The most eye-catching thing is the monster's legs. They are physiological structures that are obviously not human. They are like the devil's anti-joints in myths and legends, providing the monster with inhuman jumping ability.

Deadpool?

Such thoughts appeared in the minds of every mixed race who saw this scene.

But no!

Those golden eyes... and reason.

This is an indescribable feeling.

You can really tell from a pair of eyes whether there is any remaining rationality left in him.

The commissioners of the Executive Directorate could see that this monster was almost completely Deadpool-like, and it was a Deadpool-like monster they had never seen before.

And human wisdom.

Deadpool-like body, plus human rationality.

What kind of monster is this?

The commissioners could not help but feel despair.

Even the captain is no exception.

As those who are fighting on the front line, no one understands the horror of Deadpool better than the Commissioner of the Executive Directorate.

So they can better understand what the monster in front of them means.

That's... true despair.

Lu Mingfei smiled softly.

He heard the buzzing of the demon sword.

"That's it."

"Are you excited?"