Dragon Raja 3; Chapter 182: Girl with Sandalwood Scent (14)

Dragon Raja 3

The room was pitch black, and the sound of clothes rustling came from both corners. Since no one could see each other, there wasn’t much need for modesty. Lu Mingfei leaned against the wall to avoid accidentally bumping into Makoto while undressing.

He tossed his clothes over to her. They were the clothes he had taken from the hospital—a pair of jeans and a flannel shirt—so Makoto had no trouble putting them on. However, getting into the sexy and revealing cheongsam was a different story. The shop had deliberately chosen a smaller size for each girl to better accentuate their curves. Lu Mingfei was sweating profusely as Makoto carefully zipped up the back and adjusted the collar for him. He couldn’t see her, but he could smell the faint scent of sandalwood in her hair. For a moment, he felt a deep admiration for her. She was a kind-hearted girl, the kind of person who, even in the chaos of war, would make sure you had your jacket on and your collar straightened. It made a man feel like he could fight to protect her, no matter what.

Damn it! He thought of Nono again. He remembered the small screening room where she had adjusted his tie with her slender, soft fingers. It was the only time she had ever seemed truly like a girl—most of the time, she was more like a little wildcat.

A boy feels most like a man when the girl he likes seems most like a woman.

“Hurry up! We don’t have much time! Once they finish searching inside, they’ll come back here. I’ll help you with the stockings!” Caesar said, reaching over to grab Lu Mingfei’s ankle.

The tender mood was immediately shattered by Caesar’s clumsy intrusion. “Fine, fine! I can do it myself! No need for you to help!” Lu Mingfei snatched the stockings from Caesar, grumbling as he sat against the wall to put them on.

Makoto turned on her phone one last time, helping Caesar and Lu Mingfei adjust their disguises. Caesar didn’t have much of a problem; as long as his broad, muscular frame didn’t raise suspicion, he would blend in. Nowadays, there were plenty of tall and sturdy Japanese men. The two guys Caesar knocked out earlier were under twenty, but both were nearly six feet tall. The cheongsam uniform fit Lu Mingfei reasonably well, ignoring the fact that he was flat-chested. The real issue was his hair—it was a mess, neither long nor short, and didn’t resemble any hairstyle a girl might wear.

“I have an idea,” Caesar said. “I’ll carry him on my shoulder. He can struggle or hit me, and with his hair all messed up, no one will question it. The flat chest won’t be a problem either.”

“What if they think I’m struggling too much and try to help?” Lu Mingfei still looked worried.

“If I were a thug, and I was hauling a woman out of this place to claim her as mine, who would dare help? Anyone who tried would be implying they wanted to share,” Caesar said, grabbing Lu Mingfei and throwing him over his shoulder. “Remember, struggle a bit!”

“Just keep going straight through the hall, and you’ll reach the women’s changing room. Since I’m dressed like this, I won’t be joining you any further,” Makoto said with a bow.

“I’ll see you when this is all over,” Caesar replied.

“Sure, next time you visit the shop, I’ll shine your shoes again.”

“The next time I come, it won’t be for a shoe shine. It’ll be to take you to school,” Caesar said as he slid open the door. “Oh, by the way, my name is Caesar Gattuso. You’ll become familiar with that name eventually. Just call me Caesar.”

“Goodbye,” Lu Mingfei waved, hanging off Caesar’s shoulder.

“Goodbye,” she waved back.

As they walked down the corridor, Makoto stood in the shadows, waving after them like a girl seeing off boys heading to make their mark on the world from a hometown train platform.

“Boss… don’t you think there’s something nice about that gentle Yamato Nadeshiko personality?” Lu Mingfei asked in a small voice.

“From now on, you are the Yamato Nadeshiko!” Caesar pushed open the door at the end of the corridor and strode out.

Lu Mingfei, trying to imagine himself as a helpless girl about to be ravaged, wiggled a bit for effect. The bōsōzoku laughed uproariously, calling out names—likely the two guys Caesar had knocked out. As expected, these testosterone-driven teens were too dumb to suspect Caesar and Lu Mingfei’s real identities. The gang operated on animal-like rules: once a dominant male claimed a female, only a challenger would step in; the rest would just watch the show. One guy ran over and slapped Lu Mingfei’s butt playfully, muttering something that was probably a compliment on his wide hips and fertility. Caesar lowered his head, hiding his face near Lu Mingfei’s backside, and silently punched the guy’s hand away. The kid flipped away like a monkey, laughing as he retreated.

“Damn! I remember you, monkey boy! You’re dead for touching my butt!” Lu Mingfei gritted his teeth in secret fury.

Suddenly, bright lights pierced through the hall! On one side of the hall, a metal shutter slowly rose—it was the loading dock, usually closed. Now, several bōsōzoku were raising the shutter together, and a yellow Chevrolet Camaro parked outside had its headlights blazing, illuminating the interior.

The car began to drive into the hall. The gang had come up with the idea to use the car’s headlights to overcome the power outage, lighting up the corridors with the car’s beams.

Damn! Right when they were in the middle of the hall! Caesar quickly thought of a solution.

The sudden shift from darkness to blinding light left everyone struggling to adjust their vision. But once they did, Caesar and Lu Mingfei would be exposed. Someone shouted at Caesar to move aside for the Camaro, and all eyes were now on him.

Some of the bōsōzoku seemed to sense something was off, calling out several names in a row, as if unsure of Caesar’s identity.

Then, a dark figure appeared in front of the Camaro, standing straight in the car’s headlights. The man was dressed in a black suit and white shirt, his left hand in his pocket, his right hand gripping a cloth-wrapped, rod-like object. He had been hiding in the shadows where the emergency lights didn’t reach, and now that the car headlights illuminated the entire hall, he stepped forward. From the moment he appeared, a powerful killing intent filled the room, and the temperature seemed to drop several degrees. Caesar lowered Lu Mingfei to the ground, his hand reaching behind his back to grip the handle of Dictator. This man was nothing like the bōsōzoku boys; he took just a few steps to block Caesar’s path, and the rod-like object in his hand was clearly a deadly weapon.

Unlike the teenagers who nervously fiddled with their newly acquired guns, this man was a seasoned tactician. Only someone with extraordinary speed would dare use a melee weapon against firearms, meaning this man could act faster than someone could pull a trigger!

The bōsōzoku started cocking their shotguns. While the shotguns were certainly dangerous, Caesar knew he had to focus all his attention on the man in the black suit ahead of him. Could he be the one pulling the strings from behind the scenes?

The cloth wrapping around the man’s weapon fell to the ground, but Caesar still couldn’t make out the exact shape of the blade beneath.

Because it was so fast!

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