Chapter 127 Moreno
"Shoot! Shoot!" The gangster squatting behind the bar yelled loudly, holding the pistol tightly in both hands, and fired repeatedly in panic.
Bullets flew through the dim bar hall, shattering bottles and glasses. The sharp cracking sound and the smell of burning gunpowder filled the air.
"That guy is a monster! Bullets are useless!" Another gangster huddled in the corner, trembling all over, his eyes bloodshot, looking ahead in horror. His voice was a mixture of despair and fear, like the cry of a person who has seen death before he dies.
Not far away, Lu Mingfei was walking slowly towards them, his figure seemed to emerge from the smoke and debris. His steps were neither fast nor slow, and the wooden sword in his hand was as light as the wind, drawing elegant and sharp arcs.
Whenever a bullet approached his body, he would lightly swing the wooden sword in his hand - "Ding, ding!" The bullets would be bounced off one by one in the air and fall to the ground, making a crisp metal collision sound.
He had a cold expression, with a golden light burning in his eyes, like a judge from hell. The bullets were like a group of powerless flies and posed no threat to him.
"How is this possible?!" The gangster squatting behind the bar had his pupils shrinking, and his hands were shaking slightly because of extreme fear. His pistol magazine was empty, but it did not bring even a glimmer of hope for victory.
All he saw was the man approaching step by step, the wooden sword reflecting a faint cold light under the light, like a bloodthirsty divine weapon.
"Monster!" Another gangster completely collapsed, threw down his weapon, turned around and tried to escape. However, before he took a step, a black shadow passed through his sight.
The next second, "Bang!" The wooden sword hit his knee heavily. The sound of breaking bones mixed with his screams echoed in the dim casino. The man fell to his knees like a broken puppet, his forehead against the cold floor, groaning constantly.
Lu Mingfei's eyes were cold and indifferent, without a single unnecessary expression. He easily pulled the wooden sword back from the fallen gangster. The blade was still as clean as new, as if the fierce blow just now was just a casual drill in training.
The gangster behind the bar collapsed completely when he saw this scene. His teeth were chattering and his fingers were tightly gripping the gun handle, but he could no longer lift the weapon in his hand. He already knew that no matter how much he resisted, he could not change the impending outcome.
Lu Mingfei walked slowly towards him, looking down at him calmly, as if he was looking at a dying prey.
"Monster? No." Lu Mingfei whispered, his tone calm but with irresistible pressure. "I'm just a garbage collector."
Before he finished his words, the wooden sword instantly cut through the air like an invisible lightning - "Snap!" The blade slammed into the gangster's wrist. He screamed, and the pistol flew out of his hand and flew far away.
The gangster curled up on the ground, covering his injured wrist and wailing desperately, while Lu Mingfei had turned around and walked towards the last enemy who was still trembling. The gangster thug was trembling all over, and the gun in his hand slipped to the ground. He collapsed to the floor, his eyes full of despair.
“No… don’t come over here…” He begged in a low voice, with endless fear in his voice. But Lu Mingfei did not pause at all. He slowly raised his wooden sword in the air, like an executioner’s axe.
"Bang!" The door was suddenly pushed open, and several gangsters with guns swarmed in, trying to rescue their collapsed companions, but the moment they rushed in, Lu Mingfei's figure had passed by like a gust of wind.
"Dang dang dang--" The wooden swords flashed, as fast as thunder, and each strike hit the wrists, shoulders and knees of the gangsters who rushed in with incredible precision. Their weapons flew out of their hands, and their bodies fell to the ground like sandbags, and screams rang out one after another.
In less than ten seconds, the only people left in the bar were the gang members lying on the ground, wailing, and Lu Mingfei's indifferent back. He glanced at the mess around him and made sure that no one could stand up to stop him.
He swung the wooden sword lightly to shake off the dust on the blade, then he took a step forward and left the chaotic battlefield without any reluctance.
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"Report to the young master! Most of the family's assets were cleared out by that guy, and I don't know where that guy got the criminal information of our people from!" Yasha pushed open the door of a room behind the shrine in a panic.
In that room, Yuan Zhisheng, with a tired face and reeking of alcohol, was drinking from a bottle of brandy. During this period of time, no one knew what was wrong with the Fierce Ghost Clan, and they fought desperately with the Eight Snake Clans. The main force of the Eight Snake Clans had been fighting against the Fierce Ghost Clan, and they had no energy to fight against Lu Mingfei. After all, the Fierce Ghost Clan was the enemy of the Eight Snake Clans all along.
But now it’s different. The threat posed by the man named Minamoto Yusuke has surpassed that of the Demon Clan and has truly shaken the foundation of the Snake Eight Families.
"Young Master, the heads of all the families are already waiting inside the shrine." At this time, Sakura also pushed open the door and walked in with a piece of clothing in her hand. Her expression was still calm and she was not as flustered as Yasha.
She walked up and took off Yuan Zhisheng's clothes that were stained with alcohol, changed him into clean clothes, and then took out a bottle of mouthwash from her pocket and handed it to Yuan Zhisheng.
Yuan Zhisheng took the mouthwash and washed the alcohol out of his mouth, then began to walk towards the shrine. His originally tired and even slightly drunken demeanor immediately returned to normal.
He has been cleaning up the forces of the fierce ghosts these past two days and has basically not had any rest. He just took a break to drink some wine to relax, but now there are things he needs to do again. Whether he is willing or not, when the family is in a life-and-death situation, he must shoulder his responsibilities, because he is the emperor.
When Minamoto Chisō arrived at the shrine, it was already full of people. These people were the core figures of the Snake Eight Families. They came from various places in Japan for this meeting. The Snake Eight Families had not held such a grand meeting for decades.
No one said what specific content would be discussed at this meeting, but everyone knew why this meeting was held.
"Chisheng, you're here." Tachibana Masamune, the current patriarch of the Snake Eight Families, who was sitting at the front, greeted him when he saw Minamoto Chisheng coming over.
As Minamoto Chisei sat down at the small table in the front representing the Minamoto family, the atmosphere in the shrine began to become tense.
"Now that everyone is here, let's start now," said Tachibana Masamune.
"I believe everyone has heard of a person recently. That person threatened to eliminate all the underworld and claimed to be a descendant of the Minamoto family. But we have never heard of this person before, and there are no descendants of the Minamoto family living outside. So who is this guy?" said Tachibana Masamune.
"Reporting to Mr. Masamune, we still haven't found out the specific identity of that guy, but according to the information we have obtained, all the information about that guy from birth to the present is forged, and he is very likely not a Japanese." Fuma Kotaro said.
The atmosphere in the shrine grew heavier. The candlelight flickered gently in the breeze, as if it would go out at any moment. Silence spread throughout the ancient hall.
Tachibana Masamune frowned and tapped the tabletop with his fingers, making a dull sound. His eyes slowly swept over the heads of the families present. Everyone's expression was solemn and serious. "If we can't even find out his true identity, then this enemy is more dangerous than we thought."
"Perhaps he was instructed by some powerful force?" A family head frowned and speculated, his eyes wandering among the people in the room. "After all, that guy not only destroyed many of our bases, but also exposed a lot of our core information. It's not something an ordinary person can do."
"And there must be something wrong with the Ghost Clan attacking us at this time. He is most likely a member of the Ghost Clan."
Fuma Kotaro nodded, a hint of worry in his tone: "Our technical team has confirmed that there seems to be some kind of intelligence network behind his actions. That level of information warfare...even Kaguya is no match for him."
After hearing this, the expressions of the family heads present became even gloomier, and a few hot-tempered family heads even began to move uneasily in their seats, as if they were sitting on a chair that would collapse at any time.
"We have negotiated with the police, but the forces of Yuan Youjie's supporters are more complicated than we expected. Many high-ranking officials in Japan are behind it." Tachibana Masamune said in a heavy tone, "and the evidence he made public has put us in a completely passive position."
Yuan Zhisheng picked up the teacup on the table, took a sip, frowned slightly, and after thinking for a moment, slowly put the cup down. His voice was low but unquestionable: "He has shaken our foundation and weakened our deterrence. This is not a simple attack, but a carefully planned disintegration."
"In this case, we can only fight back immediately and cannot wait any longer." A family head said in a grim tone, "Find the guy who calls himself Yuan Yusuke. No matter who he is, we must wipe him out from this world, otherwise the majesty of the Snake Eight Clan will be gone."
"The longer we wait, the more we have to lose."
Yuan Zhisheng nodded slightly, the drunkenness in his eyes had completely disappeared, replaced by a cold determination. He took a deep breath, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes, like a sword drawn from its sheath.
"That's right, we can't delay any longer." Yuan Zhisheng spoke slowly, his voice as cold as ice. "No matter who he is, no matter what forces are behind him, I will personally take action and completely eliminate him."
"Young Master, are you taking action yourself?" Yasha was slightly stunned, with a hint of surprise and worry in his tone. "But the fierce ghosts are still confronting us."
"Now is not the time to think about this." Yuan Zhisheng said resolutely, his eyes as cold as iron. "Yusuke Minamoto's existence has threatened the survival of the Snake Eight Clan. He must die, at any cost."
The atmosphere in the shrine froze as he spoke. Everyone was silent for a moment, digesting the weight of this decision.
"Since Chisheng has decided to do it himself, we will naturally cooperate with him." Tachibana Masamune nodded slightly, his eyes flashing with a cold light. He looked around and spoke in a steady and cold voice. "From now on, we will focus all our efforts on this matter. No matter what the cost, we must find that person in the shortest possible time, find him, and completely eliminate him."
Yuan Zhisheng nodded slightly, stood up, and glanced at everyone present: "Before tonight, I want his location and route of action."
"Yes!" Everyone answered in unison, their tone filled with solemnity.
The action of the Sheqi Eight Clans has begun.
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At the same time, far away in Tokyo, under the night sky, Lu Mingfei stood on an abandoned dock, facing the harbor with rippling waves. The wooden sword in his hand hung at his side. The night breeze gently brushed through the tips of his hair, bringing the salty smell of sea water.
The neon lights in the distance were reflected on the water, like an endless dream. He had just cleaned up a few casinos and bars. He had visited most of the problematic places in Tokyo.
He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked towards the direction of the city, as if he could feel countless pairs of eyes peeping at him in the darkness.
"Are you ready?" A familiar voice came from behind him.
Lu Mingze lazily leaned against an iron pillar, shaking a glass of red wine in his hand, with a faint smile on his face. "Brother, you acted too quickly. They are completely panicked."
Lu Mingfei didn't turn around, but asked calmly: "When will they set out?"
"Very soon." Lu Mingze smiled slightly, the excitement in his eyes difficult to conceal. "The Sheqi Eight Clan is completely in chaos, they will come to our door soon, and then...it all depends on how you perform."
Lu Mingfei slowly tightened his grip on the wooden sword, a golden light flickering in his eyes.
"We have arrested nearly a thousand people. Tomorrow, all the top lawyers we hired will rush to Japan and launch a trial of the century. After all, this is a society ruled by law, and we still have to rely on legal weapons to deal with them. With the end of the trial, my brother's reputation will reach its peak." Lu Mingze continued.
"As long as we take over the Eight Snake Families and threaten and bribe those officials, the position of Prime Minister will be easily obtained."
"By the way, brother, an old friend of yours will be coming to Japan soon. You must give him a good reception when the time comes." Lu Mingze suddenly remembered something and said.
"Old friend? Who is it?" Lu Mingfei frowned when he heard Lu Mingze's words.
"Someone you wouldn't expect, Moreno."
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Inside the dim palace of the Council of Elders, Moreno looked solemnly at a report in his hand, which recorded all the recent events in Japan.
"Report to the elders, everything about what happened in Japan can only be found in Japan. No information can be found on the Internet in other countries." A member of the Elders' Council reported.
"Where is Hornlohe? Where did he go? Japan is the hatchery we have set up, and we must not let anyone else destroy it." Moreno whispered.
"Elder Hornlohe has been missing for two days," said the elder council member.
"You go down first. When Hornlohe comes back, let him come to find me." Moreno frowned even more, but he was not worried about Hornlohe's situation. As the world's top assassin, no one could stop him from leaving.
After the elder left, Moreno continued to look at the report in his hand.
Just then a gust of wind blew into his room.
"Hornlohe, where have you been these two days?" When the strange wind blew, Moreno immediately realized that Hornlohe had returned. He did not look back and continued to look at the report in his hand.
"Moreno... hurry up... go..." Hornlohe's weak voice came intermittently from behind him, and Moreno quickly turned his head to check.
Hohenlohe was lying on the ground, gasping for breath, black blood like oil flowing out from under his body, and his unchanging black robe was now torn to pieces.
Through the torn black robe, one can see the hideous wounds on Hornlohe's body.
Moreno's face suddenly turned gloomy. He quickly walked to Hornlohe and squatted down to check his injuries. Even for a top-level hybrid, the chances of surviving such severe injuries were very small.
"What exactly happened?" Moreno asked in a low voice, his eyes narrowed slightly, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.
Hornlohe gasped weakly, as if even speaking was a torture: "That guy is not lying in the basement... He left a long time ago... He found out what we have been doing over the years... He is now starting a purge within the Presbyterian Church, Moreno, hurry up and leave..." His voice was hoarse and intermittent, with unconcealable fear.
"Over the years, more than half of the Elders' Council have been under our control. Is he attacking us because he wants to abandon the Elders' Council?" Moreno said in disbelief.
(End of this chapter)
