Chapter 126 Cleaning (2)
Lu Mingfei stood at the entrance of the casino and looked up at the building. Neon lights flickered in the night, and colorful billboards attracted people of all kinds. Under the lights were noisy voices and the smell of alcohol, filled with the breath of desire and greed.
People were swaying in the casino gate, and people in fancy clothes were coming in and out, as if this was the center of a city that never sleeps. But under this appearance of decadence and extravagance, countless crimes were hidden.
Lu Mingfei looked down at the paper in his hand. On the surface, it was just a few simple lines of words, but behind each line of words, there was a chilling crime. He could feel the edge of the paper curling slightly, as if it was carrying an unspeakable weight.
"Masahiro Kimura, casino owner, male, 45 years old, runs underground gambling, violent debt collection, and is involved in human trafficking... Yusuke Yamamoto, casino bodyguard, once forced underage girls to join the industry and collected protection fees for others... Hiroshi Odamura, casino supervisor, manages illegal loans and has threatened customers' families many times..." Piece by piece of paper clearly recorded the crimes of these people, like invisible death sentences.
"Let's start from here." He muttered to himself, his low voice seemed to blend into the night. Without hesitation, he walked towards the door of the casino and pushed it open.
The lights in the casino are more glaring than those outside. The room is filled with smoke and noise, and the scene of decadence and extravagance makes people feel suffocated. At the gambling table, gamblers in luxurious dresses are addicted to gambling. Some laugh wildly, some curse, and others stare at the chips in their hands expressionlessly, as if their fate is like those spinning roulette wheels, changing in an instant.
Lu Mingfei walked through the crowd, his figure seemed out of place in this flashy scene. He did not rush to act, but quietly glanced around, observing every corner of the casino.
The security guards standing around the casino, the executives in black suits, and the thugs who looked ordinary but were ready to take action at any time, had cold eyes and whispers from the walkie-talkies in their hands from time to time, as if everything was under control.
Lu Mingfei approached a gambling table silently. He noticed that several ordinary-looking customers sitting next to the table were actually accomplices of the casino.
They appear to be gambling, but in fact they are helping the casino manipulate the game and using unfair means to exploit unsuspecting gamblers. This is one of the methods the gangs are best at, inducing gamblers to fall into the abyss step by step, and finally draining all their assets, or even their lives, through illegal means.
At this time, a tall bodyguard in black walked towards him. He obviously noticed this young man who was out of place in the atmosphere of the casino.
The bodyguard sneered and looked a little disdainful. "Hey, kid, what are you doing here? You don't look like you're here to have fun."
Lu Mingfei raised his head with a cold look, which seemed to be able to see through the bodyguard's deep fear. He did not respond to the bodyguard's provocation, but slowly took out a piece of paper from his arms and handed it to the bodyguard.
The bodyguard took the paper in confusion, looked down at it, and his expression changed instantly. His eyes changed from initial disdain to shock in an instant, and his fingers trembled slightly, as if what he was holding in his hand was not an ordinary piece of paper, but his death sentence.
"You... who are you?" The bodyguard's voice trembled a little, and his originally calm aura collapsed in an instant in front of Lu Mingfei.
"You should know who I am." Lu Mingfei's voice was low and powerful. He moved his hand slightly, and the wooden sword slipped out of his sleeve. The carefully maintained and waxed wooden sword looked particularly dazzling under the colorful lights of the casino.
The bodyguard's body stiffened for a moment, and he immediately realized who was in front of him. He subconsciously took a step back, his fingers tightly gripping the walkie-talkie, wanting to call for support.
But before he could press the button, Lu Mingfei's wooden sword had already been swung out lightly, and with a sound of breaking wind, the bodyguard's walkie-talkie was instantly cut in half.
There was a look of fear in the bodyguard's eyes. He didn't dare to move. Cold sweat rolled down his forehead. He was like a beast trapped in a trap, facing the impending judgment.
Lu Mingfei didn't look at him again. He just walked past him and continued walking towards the core area of the casino.
Along the way, every step Lu Mingfei took seemed to be stepping on the hearts of those gangsters. The staff in the casino had obviously noticed his presence. They began to communicate in a low voice using walkie-talkies. Some bodyguards and thugs began to approach quietly, ready to take action at any time.
But Lu Mingfei's pace remained calm and unhurried, and every step he took seemed to be a silent verdict on these sinners.
Soon, he walked to the entrance of the VIP area of the casino. This is the core area of the casino, and only those high-ranking gangsters and big customers are qualified to enter.
The bodyguards standing guard at the door had obviously received instructions from their superiors. They stared at Lu Mingfei vigilantly, with their weapons half exposed, ready to get rid of this "uninvited guest" at any time.
"Stop, you can't go in." A bodyguard said coldly, his hand quietly reaching for the gun handle at his waist.
But Lu Mingfei did not stop. He raised his head and swept his eyes over the bodyguards like a knife. With just this one glance, the bodies of the bodyguards froze involuntarily. They seemed to feel some irresistible force, and an inexplicable chill surged from the depths of their hearts.
"You can't stop me." Lu Mingfei said lightly, with unquestionable power in his voice. His fingers gently stroked the handle of the wooden sword. As long as he wanted, he would set off a bloody storm in the next second.
There was an oppressive atmosphere in the air, and the bodyguards' palms had begun to sweat, but they still stood where they were, trying to perform their duties.
Just then, a deep voice came from deep inside the casino, "Let him in."
The bodyguards were startled when they heard the voice, then quickly made way and respectfully stepped aside. It was obvious that the person who gave the order was one of the top managers of this casino, Masahira Kimura.
Lu Mingfei raised his eyes slightly and glanced deep into the VIP area.
He did not hesitate and walked in. The casino hall behind him was still brightly lit, but beneath the flashy appearance, undercurrents had already surged, waiting for an inevitable storm.
Lu Mingfei's steps were particularly steady in the VIP area. He walked through the luxurious corridor. The thick carpet under his feet absorbed the sound of his every step, plunging the world around him into an eerie silence.
Exquisite decorative paintings were hung on the surrounding walls, and the chandeliers were flashing warm golden light. Everything was a symbol of wealth and power. The air was filled with a faint mixed smell of cigars and perfume. The atmosphere was gorgeous and depressing, but in Lu Mingfei's eyes, everything here was nothing more than a maze of sin.
He walked straight to a heavy mahogany door at the end of the VIP area. Two bodyguards stood in front of the door with serious expressions. Although they looked ready to act at any time, Lu Mingfei noticed that there was a hint of uneasiness in their eyes. Obviously, they were not completely sure about what was about to happen.
Behind the mahogany door is the real place of judgment.
"Master Sword Saint." The bodyguards at the door whispered with complicated expressions on their faces. They obviously knew who Lu Mingfei was and what his arrival meant.
Even though they have the protection of the mafia behind them, at this moment, the fear generated by the instinct between life and death has surpassed the loyalty to their superiors.
Lu Mingfei did not respond, but slowly placed his hand on the handle of the wooden sword. The moment his fingertips touched the handle, an invisible sense of oppression instantly emanated from him, like an invisible wind sweeping across the entire corridor. The two bodyguards lowered their heads involuntarily under his gaze, their bodies stiff as if they could not move.
"Get out of the way." Lu Mingfei's voice was light and firm, as if he had issued an order that could not be disobeyed.
The two bodyguards looked at each other and finally opened the door behind them. Although they knew that once they let this man in, the evil deals and power operations behind them would no longer be concealed, at this moment there was an unspeakable fear deep in their hearts that forced them to step back obediently.
The mahogany door slowly opened, revealing a luxurious room inside, with thick carpets, huge crystal chandeliers, and a huge ebony table in the middle of the room. Several middle-aged men in suits sat around the table. Each of them looked like he was in a high position and had a strong aura, but at this moment, their expressions were obviously a little unnatural, and they stared solemnly at Lu Mingfei who was standing at the door.
In the very center of the room, sat a calm middle-aged man with a glass of aged whiskey in front of him. He was holding the glass leisurely, looking indifferently at Lu Mingfei who walked in. This man was none other than Masahiro Kimura, the owner of the casino and one of the leaders of this gang.
"Gen Yusuke, you're here." Kimura Masahiro's voice was low and calm, as if he was not surprised by Lu Mingfei's arrival. He gently put the wine glass back on the table, his eyes were calm, but between his brows there was a hint of confidence that he was in control of everything.
Lu Mingfei did not respond. His eyes slowly swept over everyone in the room. These people were the core of this casino. Not only did they control this casino, they were also involved in the illegal transactions, money laundering and violent activities of the entire underworld.
Kimura Masahira stood up, straightened his collar, and slowly walked to the table. His eyes were as sharp as a hawk as he stared at Lu Mingfei.
"I know what you did last night." He smiled slightly, with a cold arc on the corner of his mouth. "I have to say that you are quite courageous. You dare to make such a big move under our noses. But, do you think this can change anything? The foundation of the Eight Snake Families, how can someone like you shake it?"
The other gang members in the room also sneered. Their laughter was low and sarcastic, as if they were mocking the young man in front of them for overestimating his own abilities.
Although they had watched the live broadcast last night and knew that Lu Mingfei possessed extraordinary strength, in their opinion, this man was only temporarily powerful by relying on brute force and would eventually be crushed into pieces by the huge underworld machine.
However, Lu Mingfei did not respond to their ridicule, but slowly took out the papers again from his arms. He placed one of the papers flat on the table, staring coldly at Kimura Masahiro. "Kimura Masahiro, illegally operating underground gambling, human trafficking, violent debt collection, and involved in multiple attempted murders. Each of these crimes is enough to get you killed without a burial place." Lu Mingfei's voice was not loud, but it was like a cold blade piercing every corner of the room.
Kimura froze his smile on his face, and his eyes instantly turned gloomy. "Do you think these can threaten me? You are so naive."
Lu Mingfei ignored his threats and continued to read out the contents of the other papers. "Yamamoto Yushinori, responsible for money laundering and handling illegal loans, involved in multiple cases of forced prostitution of underage girls. Odamura Hiroshi, assisted in drug trafficking, threatened witnesses with violence..."
Every time a name was read out, the air in the room seemed to freeze. The faces of the gang members who were originally sneering gradually turned pale. Their crimes were exposed in this room without reservation, like mirrors exposing their ugliest hearts.
Kimura Masahira finally couldn't stand it anymore. He slammed the table and his voice was as cold as if it came from the depths of hell. "Enough! Do you think we will be scared by a few pieces of paper from you? The power of the Snake Eight Clan is beyond your imagination!"
Lu Mingfei looked at him quietly, his eyes like a cold blade. He slowly raised his hand and gently grasped the handle of the wooden sword. With a slight movement, the suppressed aura burst out instantly, and every molecule in the air trembled.
"Your power?" Lu Mingfei said softly. His voice was not loud, but full of unquestionable deterrence. "I will destroy it myself."
As soon as he finished speaking, the wooden sword was unsheathed, and a slight sound of breaking through the air was heard. At that moment, everyone felt an invisible pressure, as if the shadow of death was slowly descending.
The sneer on Kimura Jheping's face completely disappeared, his eyes suddenly widened, and he instinctively took a step back.
"You don't know what kind of existence you are provoking. We are descendants of God!" Kimura Masahira's pupils began to emit golden light.
At the same time, golden light began to appear in the eyes of the people around.
“Oh, a mixed-blood…” Lu Mingfei’s eyes also began to glow with gold as he continued to swing the wooden sword in his hand.
The moment the wooden sword fell, a sharp sound of breaking wind cut through the air, like an invisible sharp blade, instantly splitting the oppressive atmosphere.
A golden light suddenly flashed in Kimura Masahira's eyes, and his pupils suddenly contracted, as if he realized something, but it was too late. The wooden sword had already hit his shoulder. With a dull sound of broken bones, his whole body was instantly knocked flying by the huge impact force, like a rag doll hit by a sledgehammer.
"boom!"
Kimura slammed Ping's body heavily against the wall behind him, making a deafening sound, and even slight cracks appeared on the wall.
He fell to the ground in pain, spurting out a large mouthful of blood. His entire right arm was twisted at an unnatural angle. The golden light flashed in his pupils for a few times and finally dimmed. He curled up on the ground in a mess, struggling to stand up, but was completely crushed by the pain.
The other gang members stood there in a daze, with a flash of golden light in their eyes, but the next second, their expressions changed from surprise to rage.
"Kill him!" Yamamoto Yusuke roared, his pupils suddenly glowed with a brighter golden light. His body sank slightly, his muscles tensed instantly, and he pounced towards Lu Mingfei like a ferocious beast. His speed was so fast that it brought up a gust of wind, blowing up the cigarette ashes on the ground and the cards on the gambling table.
Others also started to move. Their movements were swift and fierce, and every action contained murderous intent. Several bottles of whiskey on the table were knocked over, and glass fragments were scattered on the ground. These people were like a group of wolves, with murderous eyes, intending to tear Lu Mingfei to pieces.
But Lu Mingfei remained calm as ice. The wooden sword turned slightly in his hand, and then he rushed forward, his figure flashing across the room like a flash of lightning.
"clang!"
Yamamoto Yusuke's fist was about to hit Lu Mingfei's head, but the next moment, his fist was accurately blocked by the wooden sword.
The moment the blade and fist touched, a horrific impact force spread along Yamamoto's arm. His muscles felt as if they were pricked by needles, and his entire arm was instantly paralyzed.
Lu Mingfei's movements did not pause at all, the wooden sword flipped in the air like a dragon, and each of his swings was carried out with extreme precision and powerful force.
"boom!"
The second gangster's ribs were hit hard by the wooden sword. He flew backwards and his body hit a gambling table heavily. The gambling table collapsed and chips and cards were scattered all over the floor.
The third thug was about to draw his gun, but before he could even pull the trigger, the tip of Lu Mingfei's knife was already against his throat. The moment the cold wood touched his skin, he felt his breathing freeze instantly and even his heart stopped beating.
"You are too slow." Lu Mingfei's voice was low, and the golden light in his eyes flashed slightly, as if mocking, or as if making a cold statement. With a slight slash of his knife, the thug's pistol flew out.
Everyone in the field realized that they were not facing an ordinary hybrid, but a powerful being who truly controlled life and death.
Kimura Masahira struggled painfully to get up from the ground, his eyes red, full of hatred and fear. "Do you think this can change anything? The Snake Eight Clan is the rule of this world, and we are the masters!"
Lu Mingfei's eyes were still cold and ruthless. He slowly raised the wooden sword, with the blade pointing to the ground, as if announcing the impending judgment.
"Rules?" Lu Mingfei repeated calmly, his voice full of endless sarcasm. "Today's rules are determined by me."
Before he finished his words, he swung his wooden sword down again.
"Crack!"
With the sound of broken bones, the knee of a thug who was trying to launch a sneak attack broke. He let out a heart-wrenching scream and fell to the ground, covering his knees with his hands, blood oozing out from between his fingers.
The remaining gang members finally collapsed completely. They no longer had their previous arrogance and confidence. They had just been roaring and shouting that they would tear Lu Mingfei to pieces, but now they were like prey trapped in a trap, their faces pale and they were at a loss.
Lu Mingfei ignored the wailing sinners. He slowly turned around and his eyes fell on Kimura Masahira.
"You people can control the casino, the gambling game, and the life and death of others." Lu Mingfei's voice was calm and cold, as if it was the final announcement from a judge. "But tonight, you cannot control your own fate."
Kimura Masahira's face turned completely pale. He tried to explain himself and even wanted to delay time, but Lu Mingfei didn't give him any chance at all. The blade of the wooden sword drew an arc in the air, as if it was going to split a crack in the darkness.
Then, with a dull thud, Kimura Masahira's forehead was hit hard by the wooden sword. His eyes rolled back and he fell backwards like a puppet with its strings cut.
"It's over." Lu Mingfei said in a low voice.
He slowly put away the knife, glanced coldly at the messy room, then turned around without any reluctance and walked towards the door of the casino.
Outside the corridor, the night breeze blew across his face, blowing away the murderous intent in him and taking away the last bit of warmth from this sinful place.
He slowly raised his head and looked at the starry night sky. There was no trace of complacency in his eyes, only deep tranquility and indifference.
"One place has been cleaned." Lu Mingfei murmured, gripping the wooden sword tightly, turned around and disappeared into the night.
And this reckoning for Japan has just begun.
Red and blue lights kept flashing in the distance, coming here to clean up the mess.
(End of this chapter)
