My name is Lu Mingfei, not Lu Mingfei!

Chapter 278 277. Turn enemies into friends (1)

Even though he was already living in the street, and his whole body exuded the rancid smell of not taking a shower for many days, Fingel still succeeded in conquering the Sakura JK girl with his eloquence. He chatted with the girl for a long time, pretending to be a down and out artist. He used his pretty good singing voice and stories to trick JK girls around. Before leaving, he gave him a 10,000-yen banknote and warned him not to be discouraged and believe in the future, as everything can be done again.

In Fingel's opinion, this is definitely not a deception. It is a skill for a man to make a woman willingly spend money for him with just one encounter. At that time, he liked to be passive and was surrounded by various junior sisters all day long and took the initiative. Holding hands and dancing together, he developed Elvis-like skills for him. Now he only relies on these skills to make a living in Japan, which is full of troubles every day.

He took out the last remaining piece of bread and held it in his mouth as he walked out of the alley. There were no more pedestrians or vehicles on the street. The electronic clock on the neon sign showed that it was already early morning. The bars and various nightclubs were closed, leaving only The most wealthy nightclubs in the city still have their towering neon signs on.

Of course, the humpback whale thinks that Takamagahara is one of the big nightclubs of Kabukicho, so the neon lights of Takamagahara are on all night. Due to the heavy rain, the closing time of the store is earlier these days, but there are still some The welcoming waiter stood under the sign, wearing white gloves.

Fingel walked across the street while chewing bread. He looked up at the sign of Takamagahara and repeated the name of the store several times. He suddenly showed a look of joy at being saved. He jumped over the fence and went straight to Takamagahara, heading towards the door along the way. The waiter was waving his hands, like the ape that had just evolved from a monkey in the TV series.

"Please help me find BasaraKing! Ukyo Tachibana is fine too! Sakura is the best!" Fingel was gesticulating wildly with the waiter in relatively fluent Japanese. Although the two bosses are good, the best candidate at this moment is undoubtedly salty. The sweet little junior sister, the combination of the down-and-out senior brother meeting the young junior sister in a foreign country is enough to create a good story in the world.

There were not many customers in the store anymore. The waiter stood in front of the door just to maintain the image of a top nightclub like Takamawa. Unexpectedly, there were actually customers coming. The waiter looked at Fingel with suspicious eyes and had to cover his nose to avoid the stinky smell on his body.

"Sorry, Gao Tianyuan is a women's club and does not accept male guests." The waiter's tone was quite gentle.

"No, no, no! I'm here to find someone. Do you understand that I'm looking for someone?" Fingel was so anxious that he was almost jumping up and down.

"I know you are in a hurry, but don't be in a hurry." The waiter gestured with both hands to appease the wild monkey, "We do have the people you mentioned in our store, but there are many people who know about it not only in Takamawara, but also in Kabukicho. They, they are the popular cowherds of Takamagahara. Girls who want to see them every day have to line up and pay to have a chance. I can't let you, a man, come into contact with them, right? Even if you just hurt one of them Fingers, we're going to lose a lot of money."

Fingel felt as if he had returned to Kassel College. He thought that even if these two guys committed themselves to the Cowherd's shop, they would still have to fight for class status. In Kassel College, they were the Lionheart President and the Student Council President. Visiting You still have to go through a process, and you can't even think about walking through the door of their house with your head held high. Now that everyone has come to Japan, the awesome bosses can actually do this. I really want to kill this poor little wild dog.

The burning bench flew out of the store and headed towards the long street. There were faint sounds of roaring and fighting in Gaotianyuan. The waiter was startled and turned his head to look at the store. Fingel's eyes lit up and he saw the opportunity to run away. Rush inside. The waiter grabbed the waist of his trousers and tried to keep the beggar away. Unexpectedly, the weather-beaten jeans couldn't withstand such a level of attack. They cracked and cracked diagonally. The waiter held half a piece in his hand. The cloth fell and the dog gnawed on the mud, and Fingel jumped into the store holding up his pants.

He was shocked as soon as he entered the store. The entire booth area was in a mess, as if it had just been hit by rockets. In the center of the booth, two similar-looking men each held a knife and cautiously watched the other move slowly. , this scene is like the confrontation between two top masters in martial arts novels. The cowherds in the store were hiding cautiously and did not dare to step forward to break up the fight. On the other hand, Caesar was sitting on the bench smoking a cigar leisurely. Next to him stood Chu Zihang, who was holding Murasame in his arms and had a stern look on his face.

It seemed that Fingel came at the wrong time. Although he didn't know what was going on here, he realized by instinct that the most dangerous people in the scene were definitely the two men with knives, so he walked on tiptoe against the wall, and unexpectedly... Can't make any sound.

"host****!"

Caesar was smoking a cigar and watching the two Genji brothers fight when he suddenly heard a familiar but mean voice, followed by a smell like a garbage dump. He turned around and saw Fingel's face. A silly smile like a husky.

"Fingel?" Caesar was surprised.

"We have found an organization!" Fingel was overjoyed with tears streaming down his face. He opened his arms and wanted to give Caesar a hug of love after a long separation. Caesar frowned and pressed Dick's scabbard against his stomach. , Fingel smiled sheepishly and took a few steps back, keeping his distance from Caesar, but the stench was still unpleasant.

"Why are you here? And like this?" Caesar looked at Fingel up and down. Fingel rarely showed up at regular meetings of the student union, but Caesar did not forget that this paparazzi was his minister of information. .

"How did I know?" Fingel sighed, "Am I not an intern? I chose Japan as the internship location. I think there are hot springs, beautiful girls, and Japanese JK with bare thighs all year round... I really I didn't do any bad things. I went online on time every day to write daily reports. But suddenly one morning I couldn't log in. I couldn't get through when I called the college. No one responded to my emails. The credit card swiping prompt was frozen. The Japanese branch People are still chasing me! I have been homeless for more than two weeks, throwing food in garbage dumps all day long!"

"You are being implicated by us." Chu Zihang threw the apples on the table beside him to Fingel. He looked like the weak wind would make the willow unable to hold on and fall down at any time. Even if there was an apple, he would be able to crush it first.

When a person is extremely hungry, everything tastes delicious. Even an apple can taste like dragon liver and phoenix gallbladder. Fingel's big mouth can clean up the apple in just a few mouthfuls. Chu Zihang simply eats the entire apple. The fruit basket was handed to him, and Caesar brought Fingel the unopened champagne that the guests had ordered that evening.

Fingel was holding a fruit basket in his left hand and enjoying champagne in his right hand. He simply sat cross-legged on the ground and looked towards the center of the booth with Caesar.

"Where did this show come from? Dingjun Mountain or Sangu Thatched Cottage?" Once Fingel came back to life, he started to be mean again. When he saw something wonderful, he would clap his hands and cheer and shout, once making the scene look like the Song Dynasty The tick bar.

"Brothers," said Caesar.

"Let me tell you, I really want him to look good." Fingel nodded, looking at this and that, "One is feminine and the other is charming. Damn it, I actually feel charming in a man!"

"You can think of him as a woman." Caesar said lightly, "Let me introduce you. The one with the white sword is Yuan Zhisheng, the future young master of the eight Sheqi families. The one with the red sword is Yuan Zhisheng. My younger brother, the second in command of the Fierce Ghosts."

"I know Minamoto no Sasuke. I didn't come to Japan just for free. I have collected information about the eight Sheqi families. Their patriarch is Tachibana Masamune. This is the first time I've heard of this Minamoto no Shou. Why are the two brothers fighting?"

"Love and kill each other." Caesar used only four words to explain the complex relationship between them.

"Understood." Fingel drank the champagne as water, "Why do these two people who sound awesome and arrogant appear in a place like this at the same time? Are you doing their business?"

"You have to ask your junior sister about this. The Japanese branch has betrayed. We are all disconnected now and cannot contact Norma. What's worse is that the Japanese branch may have the secret of the White King's remains. Then There is still a possibility of recovery of the remains, and we are here to investigate this matter and endure the humiliation."

"You are dressed so well, you have food to eat, and you have women lying on your back, how can you bear the humiliation?" Fingel snorted disdainfully.

It is indeed a pampered life. Caesar is wearing a red suit, which perfectly sets off his tall chest muscles. He is completely naked from behind and wears a ribbon tie. Chu Zihang put on a dragon robe, with golden edges embroidered with Chinese-style colorful auspicious dragons. The two of them didn't seem to be on the same level as him, who was digging in the garbage. It really made people envious and jealous.

Fingel looked left and right, but didn't seem to find the person he wanted to see more, so he had to ask: "Where is the junior sister? I heard that she is with you, and even disguised herself as a man and became a cowherd."

"She was injured, so we temporarily arranged some other tasks for her." Caesar said, "Since you don't have any communication equipment or contact information, how did you find here?"

"When I was chatting with girls in an Internet cafe, one girl showed me a photo of the three of you singing and performing on stage."

"You can actually recognize it just by that?" Caesar was surprised.

"I don't know if others can do it, but I have absolutely no problem. Doesn't being a paparazzi rely on one's eyesight? Where there is news and stories, you have to rush to the scene as soon as possible to have first-hand information. Not only You have to have quick legs and a keen sense of smell!" Fingel patted his chest with pride on his face. He was obviously a leader in the paparazzi industry. "Don't say it's just a photo, even if it's a female celebrity with ten layers of powder on her face. Even with the mask on, I can recognize who she is at a glance!"

"Then it looks like you have a chance to join us. We are in need of good search experts now."

Caesar nodded. At first, he thought that meeting Fingel was actually a bad thing. It was nice to have the academy's remaining power in Japan, but the use of such a thing was just to consume military rations. But now he remembered Fingel's paparazzi ability. This guy seemed to be born with an unexpected sensitivity to trouble.

Ever since the late-night visit to Genji Heavy Industries, Tachibana Masamune and Herzog had lost all news. The eight Seraki families had lost two heads in a row and were in chaos. They had to temporarily elect the head of the family to act as Nanami Sakurai to calm down the situation. The Japanese branch obviously has not realized what happened and is unable to trace the traces of these two people. It is difficult to catch the tails of those old foxes with what they have now. These days, Caesar and Chu Zihang spared no effort to go out and find a solution, but they still found nothing.

"I originally planned to come to you! You are so popular now, so don't exclude me. What do you think of me? Can the store manager like me? I have to have a fancy name to be in your circle, right? Heracles So? When women hear this name, they will imagine me as a muscular man!" Fingel rubbed his hands and his eyes twinkled, "They will get excited when they hear my name."

"Then Mr. Heracles, now the organization has a very important task for you." Caesar looked at Fingel, nodded and smiled, like an old leader appreciating the young talent he had just accepted.

"Chairman, if you have anything to say, please speak!" Fingel was as attentive as a pug.

"Go and ask those two brothers who are fighting to stop." Caesar pointed to the Genji brothers in the center of the booth.

"It's your order!" Fingel was full of interest, twisting his neck and making his bones crackle, ready to show off his skills.

At Kassel College, many people felt that Fingel was a good-for-nothing except for gossip. He was best at cheating and gambling. But Caesar knew that this guy was actually far from as imbecile as he seemed. Just to maintain that muscular body required years of non-stop training. It is conceivable that Fingel might lift barbells for entertainment in the dormitory every night in the dead of night.

"Don't go." Chu Zihang held Fingel down, "Caesar is just reminding you."

"Remind what?" Fingel was a little confused.

"Heracles' muscles are indeed great, but muscles are not omnipotent." Caesar shook his head, "Look at their feet."

Fingel looked at the Genji brothers suspiciously, and suddenly his eyes widened. Just now, he was only focused on watching the wonderful swordplay between the two brothers, ignoring the venue problem. The booth was swept away, leaving a perfect open space for the two of them to fight. The edge of the entire booth was like God using a square ruler to cut the square circle neatly. There were deep marks left on the floor, and there were faint sparks of lightning flashing. There is a very light smell in the air, but as long as you realize it, you will understand that it is the result of instantaneous burning of high temperature, just like a bolt of lightning hitting a lonely tree in summer.

Fingel understood that Caesar and Chu Zi were not watching a show here, but because it would be dangerous to get close to it. The two brothers had constructed a domain within the deck in a certain way and were not allowed to Others interfere with their duel.