Dragon Raja 2; Chapter 190: Deadly Sword for Every Dragon King (2)

Dragon Raja 2

“Oh, okay.” The staff member hurried down the stairs.

Tang Sen took off his emperor hat and wiped a layer of fine sweat from his forehead.

“There’s still sound,” Caesar said softly. Tang Sen could see his nervousness, his eye corners twitching rapidly, with golden light flowing in the depths of his pupils.

“How many?” Tang lowered his voice. They needed to take care of these stray Kamaitachi before anyone noticed. Fortunately, there weren’t many people left in the building.

“Thousands, tens of thousands… maybe hundreds of thousands!” Caesar’s voice trembled, his face pale.

He had already opened his domain, and the Kamaitachi residing in his mind were flying through every corner of the building. They brought back various sounds, and Caesar’s expression changed. Among them was an inexplicable one—the buzzing of a swarm, like countless bees flying together. Caesar vaguely felt it wasn’t bees—it was a swarm of Kamaitachi! But where? Where in this building could so many Kamaitachi be hiding?

“Nono…” Caesar’s eyes suddenly widened. He pushed Tang Sen aside, running frantically upstairs against the crowd.

“Why am I feeling dizzy? Am I anemic?” Old Luo suddenly found the image on the screen a bit blurry and felt nauseous, like motion sickness.

He stood up and looked around. The people in the internet café were either playing games, watching videos, or chatting—everyone doing their own thing, all calm.

“I’m feeling it too. Maybe it’s just the stress these past few days,” said a guild member next to him—the guild’s number one healer, a priest, who was raiding the instance with Old Luo.

“Need a boost.” Old Luo raised his voice and called out, “Hey! Boss, bring us two cans of Red Bull!”

“Got it! Two cans of Red Bull!” the boss said, rubbing his sleepy eyes.

“Buy the wedding center at Xidan! Now! Find its owners and offer them double the price!” Caesar shouted into his phone while running. “After you buy it, clear out everyone and seal all entrances! You have fifteen minutes!”

“Mr. Gattuso… Mr. Gattuso, please understand that while the club is happy to provide the highest quality service to our members, buying a multi-million-dollar building within fifteen minutes—there isn’t even time to sign the paperwork… This is the Mint Club. We would like to serve you as if you were a god, but we regret that we aren’t gods… some things are just beyond our ability.” The customer service representative spoke hesitantly, thinking that perhaps what this VIP member needed most was a top-notch psychiatrist, but professionally opened his computer to search for the wedding center owner’s information.

“You’ve wasted forty seconds!” Caesar roared.

The buzzing sound was closing in. Although he hadn’t located them yet, there were only fourteen minutes left—fourteen minutes before countless Kamaitachi would swarm this building. If it couldn’t be sealed within that time, the secret of the prehistoric creatures—and even the entire Dragon Raja—would be revealed to the world. This was Beijing; for all he knew, a CCTV camera drone might be circling in the sky.

“It’s done! The problem’s solved!” The customer service representative shouted excitedly on the other end of the call. “We’re accelerating the evacuation. The building will be fully sealed within seven minutes!”

“Solved?” Caesar was stunned.

“It’s already a part of your family’s assets,” the customer service representative said obsequiously. “About twenty minutes ago, it was transferred to a company under your family, and the representative is currently processing the payment. Hello? Sir?”

Caesar hung up, coming to an abrupt stop.

At the end of the corridor, the bronze-colored Kamaitachi Empress hung upside down from the ceiling, her wings slowly spreading as she let out a sound like a woman’s laughter. She was far larger than the Kamaitachi from earlier. Over a dozen male Kamaitachi were flying around her, as if performing some kind of mating ritual. Mating meant reproduction—they were going to breed?! The golden glimmer flickered in the Empress’s nine skulls, her gaze on Caesar greedy and seductive.

“I’ve never hated my Yanling more than now.” Caesar said coldly, throwing his Vertu phone forward.

Before throwing it, he held the power button for three seconds—not to shut it off, but to activate bomb mode. It was one of the many bombs given to him by the Gear Department. The phone flew straight into the Kamaitachi Empress’s ribcage, exploding with a blazing flash. Caesar had already turned to leave, but suddenly his whole body convulsed. He turned back in surprise to see the Empress and her male servants reduced to shattered fragments. It took a while for the feeling to return to his lower body—that phone was indeed a bomb, but an electrostatic one. Its range was far larger than an ordinary bomb, affecting even Caesar. Gear Department’s stuff always had something unexpected.

On the top floor of the wedding center, Parsi Gattuso handed over a promissory note sealed in an envelope, receiving another envelope from the building’s former owner, containing all the necessary documents.

“There will be someone to handle the follow-up procedures,” Parsi said indifferently. “From this moment on, we are taking over the building. There’s been some slight seismic activity, so you should evacuate as well.”

“No problem, no problem.” The previous owner was pleased. “What an unfortunate coincidence, really—on such a great day, with such good things happening, for this to happen.”

“You have three minutes left.” Parsi glanced at his watch. “Now disappear from my sight!”

“Nono! Nono! Where are you?” Caesar roared, gripping the receiver in a phone booth.

His heart pounded in his chest. He had already checked the jewelry workshop, but Nono wasn’t there. The workshop was littered with scattered materials, and the old jeweler lay on the floor, with a thin line of blood at the base of his neck—fine but deep, cutting to the bone, as if slashed by an incredibly thin blade… as thin as a Kamaitachi’s claw!

Caesar had handed the old jeweler over to the last of the security guards evacuating the building, and the guard, seeing his blazing golden eyes, had been too terrified to speak.

The Kamaitachi had already arrived—these mysterious creatures were hiding somewhere in this building. They attacked the jewelry workshop where Nono was, likely because they detected her bloodline. But Nono didn’t have any Yanling! Caesar kicked down every nearby shop door to check, but all were empty—no Kamaitachi and no Nono. And just now, he had thrown his phone as a bomb. Fortunately, he finally found a phone booth—a romantic decoration in the wedding center, an old-fashioned glass phone booth.

“I’m fine,” came Nono’s voice through the receiver, calm and slightly cold.