"What?!"

Gen Zhisheng's brows tightened, and he grabbed Yaksha and Sakura with his backhand, and the power given by the imperial blood allowed him to easily drag the two of them out of the Elysium Pavilion at high speed.

A minute later, the Paradise Pavilion flew into the sky.

Looking at this slightly absurd scene, the corners of Yuan Zhisheng's mouth twitched slightly.

Although he knew that the commissioner from the headquarters was extraordinary, he didn't expect their style to be so wild.

This group of bombardments did not come to Japan to demonstrate at all, but to start World War III.

"These guys at the headquarters are too rude, young master, we must teach them a hard lesson this time."

Yaksha said through gritted teeth.

If he hadn't discovered it quickly, the elites of the Eight Families of the Snake Qi would have flown into the sky with the Young Family Master by now.

Although the young master's words and spirits have incredible power, they are useless against dead things.

"Kaguya-hime, have you found out where they are?"

Yuan Zhisheng took a deep breath and asked in the communicator.

"The other party's vehicle has been found and is now parked in the parking lot of the Conrad Hotel Osaka."

A soft female voice said.

She is the Japanese supercomputer, the existence of Norma.

Conrad Hotel, the place that Minamoto knows, is the top hotel in Osaka.

"Is it cautious or unassuming? Senior Brother Lu, you are really unpredictable. ”

He muttered to himself, taking some interest in the S-class he had never met.

"Sakura, you have to be careful."

Yaksha secretly poked the girl next to her.

"Be careful of what?"

Sakura asked rhetorically.

"Be careful that your young master is snatched away."

Yaksha winked his eyebrows.

"Don't worry, if the young master wants to accept a small surname, I will be the first to recommend you."

Sakura said calmly.

Yuan Zhisheng's muscles jumped violently, and he turned his head and glared fiercely at the two unshielded subordinates.

I was crazy about what I was going to do, so I chose them as henchmen.

Alas, the people around Senior Brother Lu must be very reliable.

Like the legendary knight servant, loyal, silent, serious, and only speaks when needed.

"Let's go and meet the HQ commissioner."

Yuan Zhisheng waved his sleeves and walked down the mountain.

He was a little excited, feeling that he had lost for a while before they met.

"Hahaha, junior brother, we sent it."

Fingal lay on the floor and rolled around happily.

After taking inventory of the basement of the Elysium, they found some Molotov cocktails and divine blood, as well as other filthy things.

Keeping some of it as evidence, they devised a time bomb to wipe out the filthy land.

Of course, there are also some things that are not so dirty.

That's the 30 billion yen stored in the vault, or 220 million dollars.

Upon seeing the neatly stacked photographs, Fingal almost instantly pounced on them and yelled for all the money to be taken with him.

Lu Mingfei did not object, the money belonged to the spoils of war, and he relied on the capture of the Revival War Group in the first place.

Besides, their money has gone into the accounts of the fierce ghosts, and they may not be able to catch up, and the community fund also needs to be replenished.

"Jingle bells."

The phone rang in the room.

Lu Mingfei tilted his head to signal, and Fingal reluctantly got up from the pile of money and connected the phone.

"Xiaode, what's the matter?"

"Mr. Jackson, someone has come to visit you."

Tokugawa Aaki's voice trembled a little.

"Got it, let them come up."

Fingal hung up.

"Mr. Jackson says he knows."

Tokugawa Asaki said to the person next to him fearfully.

Although the other party didn't do anything excessive, these people wearing embroidered suits of yaksha and female ghosts were hey at first glance.

He also signaled his subordinates to secretly call the police, but neither the landline nor the mobile phone could be called.

All entrances and exits were also blocked by he-swordsmen armed with swords.

This luxury hotel has become an island in the middle of the city.

"Mr. Jackson, who the hell are you?"

Tokugawa Asaki had infinite questions in his heart.

A few minutes later, the doorbell rang in the Conrad Suite.

This time, without Lu Mingfei's signal, Fingal consciously went to open the door.

No way, his position in the community has always been at the bottom of the pyramid.

Sadly, even if a newcomer comes, this doesn't seem to change.

"Who are you, you don't sleep in the middle of the night and come to disturb the number of people."

Fingal said angrily.

Although the young man in front of him is very handsome, and the subordinates behind him are also very imposing, what does this have to do with him.

"Kassel Academy Japan, Director of the Executive Director, Nakashi Minato."

Gen Zhisheng struggled with how to introduce himself for a second, and finally chose to be a Japanese branch.

"You're Gen Zhisheng?"

Lu Mingfei looked at him.

"S-class Lu Mingfei?"

Yuan Zhisheng asked rhetorically.

In fact, there is no need to ask, he has long remembered the other party's appearance, which is impressive.

"Then take my punch first."

Lu Mingfei nodded, and then threw a punch that fell from the sky.

Yuan Zhisheng's pupils shrank, and the sharp fist style and overwhelming momentum were like gods and Buddhas descending from heaven to suppress demons.

"Will die!"

The fighting instinct given to him by the Imperial Blood frantically warned that if he was hit by this punch, he would really die.

The golden pupil that was brighter than the incandescent light ignited instantly, and the imperial blood rushed wildly in his body.

As the inheritor of the imperial blood, in addition to his super physical fitness, Gen Zhisheng also has advantages that other half-breeds cannot match.

That is, it is possible to release the spirit of speech at an almost instantaneous speed.

Short syllables were drunk from his mouth, and the power of the elements was mobilized by the powerful bloodline, manifesting in the form of words and spirits.

Word Spirit: King's Power!

This is the Serial Number 91 High Danger Spirit, a mysterious power that transcends the realm of human comprehension.

The freer can subjecte everyone in the field to several times or even dozens of times the force of gravity, crushing the bones of enemies and crushing their bodies into the ground.

Even if the opponent's body could withstand such a terrifying oppression, the blood would accumulate under the influence of gravity.

Blood loss and hypoxia in the brain are only the slightest consequence, and the collapse of blood circulation leading to necrosis of organs throughout the body is the most terrible part of this speech.

Of course, instantaneous speech spirits are not without a price, and while they cause a heavy load on the body, the power of speech spirits will also be greatly weakened.

Yuan Zhisheng's hastily released Yan Ling Wang Power could only cause about ten times the gravity to Lu Mingfei.

Still, that's enough.

The maximum acceleration that a fighter pilot can withstand when performing difficult maneuvers is 9g, which is equivalent to withstanding 9 times the force of gravity.

Under such a load, they must wear anti-load charms, otherwise they will be instantly unconscious, and they will only last a few seconds.

Lu Mingfei's physical fitness is certainly much stronger than that of the pilots, but his load is also much higher than theirs.

His weight is 140KG, and the weight of the "Pain Cage" is 50KG, which is equivalent to bearing 1.9 tons of weight in an instant under the influence of 10 times the force of gravity.

This weight was enough to crush the bones of any ordinary person's body, and even an S-class hybrid could not withstand such a sudden weight.

Since this S-class wants to dominate the crowd, let him feel the hospitality of the Eight Snake Families.

Lu Mingfei's sturdy figure suddenly fell under the steep increase in gravity, and Yuan Zhisheng was ready to see the headquarters commissioner kneeling in front of him.

He actually doesn't have this kind of bad taste, but he is the young head of the Eight Snake Family, and he must maintain the dignity of his family.

These commissioners of the headquarters have gone too far and have gone so far as to recklessly use heavy weapons and high-explosive bombs in Japan.

If Yuan Zhisheng didn't fight back with a tough attitude, would he directly send a bomber to barbecue next time.

He didn't mean to kill Lu Mingfei, an S-level was nothing, in front of the imperial blood, all half-bloods were low-blooded.

What is really terrifying is Ange behind Lu Mingfei, the man who holds power and power at the same time, and has a heart as strong as iron.

The oncoming wind interrupted Gen Zhisheng's thoughts, and the huge fist came into his eyes again.

"What?!"

Yuan Zhisheng was shocked, no one had ever been able to resist under the royal power.

Lu Mingfei's foot was firmly nailed to the floor, and in a hurry, he stabilized his body in an independent posture of a golden rooster.

In fact, he can also squat down on the spot, and then give Yuan Zhisheng a whip leg.

But the Space Marines do what they say, and if they say they want to give him a punch, they must give him a punch.

Yuan Zhisheng's body retreated violently, trying to dodge the punch, but his on-the-spot response was not enough compared to that of a thousand-year-old veteran.

"Boom!"

The sound of a drumbeat echoed through Conrad's suite, and Gen Zhisheng flew upside down and embedded in the walls of the hallway.

"Young master! Bastard! ”

Yaksha and the other Executive Board commissioners immediately drew their guns, and Fingal and Chu Zihang also raised their machine guns immediately.

All it takes is a round of firefighting, and the European-style luxury Conrad suite will become a Syrian war-damaged suite.

"Stop."

A clear drink stopped them.

Gen Zhisheng pulled himself out of the wall.

"Young master, are you alright?"

Yaksha asked.

"I'm fine."

He shook his head.

Although the right side of his face is swollen and his cheekbones are slightly cracked, it can only be regarded as a slight injury for a super half-blood, and he will be fine in a few days.

But the slight injury is not a reason for nothing to happen, even if it is a headquarters commissioner, he has to pay the price for insulting Amaterasu of the Snake Eight Family.

Yuan Zhisheng's face sank like water, and his burning golden pupils stared ahead, and even the Executive Board Commissioner, who was not his target, felt the heavy pressure and unconsciously lowered his head.

Fingal and Chu Zihang also had a stress reaction and were forced out of their golden pupils.

"What is the relationship between the fierce ghosts and the Snake Eight Family?"

Just as the battle between the two super hybrids was about to start, Lu Mingfei suddenly asked.

Yuan Zhisheng stopped, he didn't know how to answer this question.

Of course, he knew the relationship between the Fierce Demons and the Eight Snake Clans, which was like trees and rotten branches.

The god-cursed Snake Qi Hachiya is a deformed tree that grows rotten branches as long as it grows.

So the tree cut off the rotten branches to ensure its own health.

And those rotten branches that have been cut off are the fierce ghosts.

It doesn't matter if Yuan Zhisheng doesn't say it, Lu Mingfei has already gotten some information from Sakurai Kotwi's mouth.

Combined with Yuan Zhisheng's performance, he has basically guessed the truth.

"You should be glad that the Japanese branch is still useful."

Lu Mingfei said calmly.

"Otherwise, I would have cut off your head with a sword just now to pay tribute to those who were forcibly turned into aliens."

He didn't care about the dozens of guns pointed at him, and issued a death declaration to the young master of Japan's largest half-race organization.

(End of chapter)