Lu Mingfei, the Martial Saint of the Dragon Clan

"If the boss needs a nurse, maybe he can consider me."

"you?"

Facing Lu Mingfei's questioning gaze, the humpback whale nodded calmly.

"yes!"

Eriki seemed to be asleep, with a peaceful expression, and she didn't know what she was dreaming about. There was a faint smile on her lips.

Lu Mingfei traced his fingers across the girl's face.

There is a metal stent standing next to the bed, with saline and glucose hanging from it. The humpback whale is wearing a white nurse's uniform, with a short skirt that reaches the middle of her thighs. The seductive white stockings outline the humpback whale's thigh muscles. One has to admire the quality of these stockings. Very good.

"that."

Lu Mingfei turned his head and wanted to talk to the humpback whale, but just a second before his eyes came into contact with the opponent's avant-garde outfit, he was still defeated and turned to one side in embarrassment.

"I can't tell you're still giving infusions."

The humpback whale raised its thumb proudly and grinned, its eight teeth shining.

"Boss, you don't know that when I was in the Self-Defense Forces, I got perfect marks for field medical treatment every time!"

"Self-Defense Forces?"

"Ah, that's another story."

The humpback whale took out a cigarette and lighter from his chest and stuffed them in his mouth melancholy.

Before lighting it, he glanced at Lu Mingfei and Hui Liyi, and took it back with a smile.

"Anyway, it's just an infusion to maintain basic vital signs. Boss, please feel free to leave this kind of work to me."

The humpback whale banged its chest muscles, just short of giving Lu Mingfei a military order.

Lu Mingfei nodded.

He stared deeply at Eriki's sleeping face, and used the demon sword Muramasa to trap Eriki's true self and dragon personality in multiple dreams, trying to buy out seven days. Now there is a humpback whale to help watch and maintain Eriki's life. Vital signs, and what Lu Mingfei needs to do is to find a way to treat Eri within these seven days.

So, next step, Genji Heavy Industries.

This is the headquarters of the eight Sheqi families in Japan, their brain, and the Jerusalem of countless people who rely on the Yakuza to survive.

Lu Mingfei stood under the smoking Genji Heavy Industries, raising his head and silent for a long time.

Jerusalem... fell.

Lu Mingfei stood on the busy street, like a rock in the sea. When was the last time he saw this building? One day ago or two days ago? Why did the wonderful Yakuza headquarters turn into ruins?

A yellow cordon was set up around Genji Heavy Industries, and police officers from the Metropolitan Police Department and black windbreakers from the Enforcement Bureau came and went. In the brightly lit streets of Tokyo, Genji Heavy Industries was like a black hole, and every window was dark. The palace in Japan's underground world seems to have suffered some extremely terrible disaster. In just two or three days, it has gone from a high-spirited ruler to a dying old man.

Several Executive Bureau commissioners looked at Lu Mingfei. They noticed something unusual. This young man had been standing there for too long, observing Genji Heavy Industries. At this time when the eight Sheqi families were in turmoil, it was difficult not to make people suspicious. Could it be that Is this boy related to the attack on Genji Heavy Industries?

Lu Mingfei glanced at several officers in black trench coats who were vaguely surrounding him, and quietly retreated into the crowd. The officers focused their gazes, and the captain's order sounded in the earphones. They gave up their secrets and quickly pounced on the suspicious targets one by one.

Unfortunately, after following him for two streets, the executive director still failed to find the suspicious target.

"Damn it!"

The captain smoked fiercely.

Several of the commissioners also looked angry.

The night wind blew up several people's windbreakers, revealing the colorful devil linings. They are both executive bureaus. Compared to Kassel on the other side of the ocean, which is like an army headquarters under the leadership of Schneider, the Japanese branch's executive bureau combines local characteristics and acts in a style He is more inclined to the extreme. It is common for him to draw a knife and kill someone if he disagrees. It is also common for him to occasionally leave a severed finger to prove his determination to complete the task.

The ring finger of the captain's left hand was empty, the wound had been bandaged hastily, and there was still red blood seeping out of the bandage.

It is enough for a man to have one hand to hold the knife, and the other hand to prove your determination. This is a very popular saying in the Japanese Executive Bureau, and Captain Echizen also takes it seriously. The fact that the headquarters of the Eight Sheqi Family was breached by a group of guys of unknown origin has become a stain on the face of every member of the Eight Sheqi Family. And their young master and the elders both disappeared, which made the blood of the surviving men in the Sheqi family rush to the sky.

I don’t know how many people have expressed their determination to prove their determination to welcome back the patriarch and young master, and to take revenge.

But troubled times are indeed troubled times.

The Shiki family lost Kaguya, and a layer of mist enveloped the land. They seemed to be in a dark forest. They might encounter an enemy unexpectedly at the next corner, and then their weapons would be revealed, and life and death would be a matter of seconds.

The nerves of everyone in the Sheqi family were extremely tense.

The captain's mouth and nose were filled with thick smoke.

He put his hands on his hips, raised his head, and looked at the cloud-covered sky.

"Damn it."

…………

Lu Mingfei was walking on the streets of Tokyo.

Office workers who have finished working overtime drag their tired bodies on the road.

Young and energetic girls chattered about which of the recent popular celebrities was more attractive.

Just three streets away, the war at Genji Heavy Industries had just come to an end.

Sometimes, this world feels absurd. People downstairs are drinking and laughing loudly, and the old man upstairs is dying of illness. Everyone has their own world and life.

It couldn't be easier for Lu Mingfei to shake off the chasing tail. Now he was walking leisurely among the crowd, silently calculating his next move.

Sneaking into Genji Heavy Industries? Mai Shutoku's information shows that Genji Heavy Industries contains Eri's cure, but is there any Genji Heavy Industries that is now in ruins? And who is attacking the Sheqi Hachi family? Does it have anything to do with Eriki?

The phone box rang rapidly.

Pedestrians passing by cast glances, wondering, this is really strange, why is it ringing when there is no one in the pavilion?

On the busy streets of Tokyo, the phone booth rang stubbornly, lonely and stubborn. Naturally, no one answered it, but it didn't matter, the phone booth continued to ring. It seemed to be waiting for someone, and it would keep ringing until the person it was waiting for came. Go down until the water covers the city.

Lu Mingfei looked at it for a long time.

I remembered.

A few days ago, Lu Mingfei called Fengjian Liuli.

It was here.

Lu Mingfei smiled, walked through the crowd, and picked up the phone.

"Hello."

Lu Mingfei said.

"Is it Mr. Lu!"

There was a woman's voice on the other side.

"Um."

"Very good."

The woman breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he spoke in a very solemn tone.

"Please come and save Kazama-sama."

"Please, Mr. Lu!"

The wind was really noisy at night.

Lu Mingfei seemed to see a woman in a bright kimono bowing down.

Kazama Ruri?

The man who is as bold as a chivalrous man when drinking, and occasionally shows the innocence and dependence of a child, calling you brother.

A very contradictory guy.

Lu Mingfei smiled lightly.

It seems that Genji Heavy Industries has Eri's treatment method, and the fierce ghosts who are its opponents may also have it.

Besides, it seems that Kazama Ruri is the brother of the current young masters of the eight Sheqi families.

Thoughts flashed through my mind.

But actually these are not important.

Kazama Ruri is someone who has fought alongside me.

This is enough.

"where."

Lu Mingfei uttered these words softly, and it was as if he was doing it with ease. Sakurai Komu, who was on the other side of the phone, was stunned for a moment, and then showed her face. She saw the fierce determination of thunder to cut through the wind and rain in the young man's words, so her hesitant heart calmed down.

He is indeed a man that adults admire.

Sakurai Kogure thought of the way Kazama Ruri's eyebrows glowed when she mentioned Lu Mingfei. It was the calmness of a small boat that was lost in the dark deep sea and finally saw the lighthouse.

"Bliss Pavilion."

"I'm sorry I can't send someone to pick you up."

"please……"

Lu Mingfei leaned back leisurely, tilted his head to listen to the microphone, and tapped his arm with his fingers.

"I see."

"Eleven o'clock, right?"

"Okay, be there on time."

"it's okay no problem."

Looking at the boy like this, it seemed that he just made an agreement with his classmates to go to the courage test competition or watch the fireworks together. From the perspective of the students after school outside the pavilion, Lu Mingfei nodded politely, and the girl lowered her head with a red face. She did not dare to look more, and could only walk away. When we were far away, we dared to muster up the courage to look back, but the phone booth was empty. The evening wind rolled up the leaves on the ground, and the brown corner of a windbreaker disappeared into the sea of ​​people. It was as beautiful as an illusion.

So the girl felt lost, and her companions made fun of her, so she blushed and started to fight and walk away.

The girl will probably never know that the boy she inadvertently met in the crowd will be going to a fight with swords and swords after hanging up the phone.

Kill some people, save one person, before that of course.

"One oden, thank you."

Lu Mingfei stood in front of the steaming stall.

I'm hungry.

There are students from Dongda University all around. Many children from poor families have tried their best just to send their children to Dongda University. In daily life, the children have to find their own way. They can’t afford to eat in the cafeteria. They are already discouraged when they look at the prices on the menu. Fortunately, Dongda University There is also a snack street next to it. It tastes good and is reasonably priced. Many students come here.

Speaking of which, in this steel forest of high-rise buildings and a land of luxury where every inch of land is at a premium, there is such a street that maintains the style of the old times. People who don't know what is going on will be confused when they pass by.

Let’s just talk about the ramen chefs on this street who have been doing it for a hundred years. Even if they have been selling ramen here for fifty years, they will not make as much money as selling a piece of land as big as a small stall.

I don’t know how many real estate developers have tried to sell this street with confidence. They dreamed of building clean and bright office buildings here and creating a considerable income.

Later, they all came back defeated.

The owner of this street seems to have an unusually strong background, just like the insurmountable wall of sighs in mythology. No matter how big your background or background, you will still sigh in front of this wall.

The great wall of sighs was currently standing guard in front of his ramen stall, flipping through the magazines with a solemn expression and looking critically at the ragged girls.

Ah, these legs are so white.

The nearby Tokyo University students call this ramen chef Uncle Big. Uncle Big is really kind, like an elder who would wander into your house to chat in the evening when the sun sets. There are some things that children cannot say to their parents. After all, they have said it. If you can't be understood, it's better not to speak in the first place.

But if you can't speak these words, you can talk to your uncle more or less. He is an uncle, and he must have experienced a lot of things. The troubles that trouble children may have been there before.

The students of Dongda University like to chat with Uncle Da very much. It is very relaxing. Even if they have big troubles, Uncle Da will tolerate them.

Sometimes the older man will look at the magazines that only men can read as if no one is watching, making the girls blush. Often at such times, the older man will smile and sigh, saying things like "Youth is so good."

This street had been deserted for two days, but it was lively again today. The middle-aged people pushing food carts talked about "the past two days have been terrible" and "who said it wasn't", and their work was not slow at all.

Master Yue watched leisurely. In fact, life is like this. I heard that the day after the country on the other side of the ocean dropped a fat man and a little boy on Hiroshima in the last century, there were still people walking on the land after the explosion, asking him where he was going and what he was doing. This person said.

"go to work."

It seems very embarrassing, but Master Yue is one of the few Japanese who has seen what this country did to the Far East, so Master Yue knows very well that there is nothing worth lamenting. Compared with the pain suffered by the Far East, only Fatty and Little boy, what does it matter?

The night was dark and there were dark clouds in the sky. Master Yue looked up and muttered whether it was going to rain. What the hell was this weather like?

Whether it was due to an accident or the induction of a powerful bloodline, Master Yue turned his head and saw the young man in front of the oden stall.

Master Yue smiled and subconsciously looked around the boy, but he didn't find the girl, so Master Yue's face dropped.

“Your oden.”

"Thanks."

He inserted a piece of tofu with a bamboo skewer and put it into his mouth. At the same time, Lu Mingfei turned around and brushed against the hand grabbing his shoulder.

Lu Mingfei and Master Yue stared at each other with big eyes.

Master Yue was furious. It was strange that this man who had been selling ramen noodles for decades had the aura of a demon when he was angry.

Lu Mingfei swallowed the tofu, held up the bamboo stick, and said hello with a smile.

"Hey, hello, uncle!"

"What a great guy you are!"

Master Yue grabbed Lu Mingfei's shoulder again.

Lu Mingfei once again moved away lightly.

Master Yue sighed softly and took a deep look at Lu Mingfei.

I can dodge his grasp. Did this kid approach me on purpose?

All of a sudden, Master Yue's face fell, his evil spirit disappeared, and the guy returned to being a paralyzed uncle guarding ramen day after day.

"Oh, kid."

Master Yue waved his hand.

"You are still a student, wandering around every day, be careful not to graduate."

"Our principal seems to be quite nice, so it shouldn't be a problem."

"What does graduation have to do with the principal? I'm telling you, kid, don't think that having connections is important. Knowledge is more important than anything else."

Master Yue was not preaching, he was just chatting with Lu Mingfei in a homely tone.

"correct."

Master Yue seemed to have just remembered something.

"Where's the little girl you were with two days ago?"

"Oh, she's sleeping at home."

Master Yue's fist hardened.

He took a deep breath, took out the rest he had gained from making ramen noodles for many years, and suppressed his anger.