Dragon Raja 3; Chapter 192: Girl with Sandalwood Scent (24)

Dragon Raja 3

“Boss…” Lu Mingfei whispered.

“Keep translating,” Caesar instructed, his gaze fixed ahead. “We need to buy Chu Zihang more time.”

Chu Zihang was sprinting up the stairwell, surrounded by flames on all sides. The elevator had long since stopped working, and several parts of the building had already collapsed from the fire. Luckily, the Turkish bath on the upper floor had provided enough water to prevent the entire building from caving in.

Caesar wasn’t naive enough to put all his hopes in negotiations. There was nothing to negotiate with a gang of drug-fueled maniacs. Before reaching the internet café, Caesar had already dropped Chu Zihang off to infiltrate from the back alley. Now, in the passenger seat, only Lu Mingfei sat beside him, a fact that the bōsōzoku hadn’t noticed from such a distance.

Chu Zihang had snuck into the café through an unguarded back entrance and was now frantically searching for the stairs that led to the rooftop. His clothes were soaked from the sewer, and now in the fire, the moisture was evaporating, keeping his body temperature manageable. With his hybrid physique, he should be able to get Makoto out of the flames. Caesar was doing everything he could to buy him more time. Makoto just needed to hold on a little longer—Chu Zihang was already on the third floor, just two floors away from her.

“You set an entire building on fire. The police will be here soon. Do you really think you can escape with us?” Caesar asked coldly.

“Hahaha! The police? Do you have any idea how powerful the man behind this is? No one can stop him once he sets his mind to something. The people he wants dead won’t see tomorrow’s sunrise!” Monkey face laughed.

“Judging by this weather, it’ll be cloudy and rainy tomorrow morning,” Caesar remarked dryly.

“Gattuso-kun, you’re too funny! Still cracking jokes at a time like this. Have you resigned yourself to letting this woman burn alive?” Monkey face jeered, twirling the delicate underwear between his fingers. “Ah! Her undergarments smell like sandalwood. I bet her body smells the same. When she burns, will she give off a nice sandalwood scent?”

The man hadn’t realized that he was falling into Caesar’s trap. Their conversation had already bought Chu Zihang five minutes, and the man had unknowingly revealed information about the powerful figure behind him—a high-ranking individual with influence even over the local police, someone who knew both Cassell College and the Gattuso family well. Caesar, having learned negotiation techniques at the college, was skilled at reading between the lines. While Monkey face was ruthless, he was still too amateur for this level of a task—better suited to stealing cars and dealing drugs.

Chu Zihang finally found the door leading to the rooftop. Fortunately, the stairwell wasn’t yet engulfed in flames. Through the glass panel on the door, he could see the fluttering red of Makoto’s cheongsam amidst the fire. She wasn’t far now.

“Why hasn’t Chu Zihang spoken this whole time?” Monkey face asked coldly.

Caesar’s heart sank, unsure of how to respond. The man seemed to be growing suspicious.

Chu Zihang opened the door, but a barrel of gasoline tipped over, dousing him. He lost his balance and tumbled down the stairs, flames immediately engulfing his clothes and hair!

The bōsōzoku had rigged the door with a trap, waiting for Chu Zihang to fall into it. Though usually cautious, Chu Zihang had rushed in because Makoto couldn’t hold out much longer, leading to this mistake. He had no time to take off his burning clothes, which were now soaked in gasoline and stuck to his skin. He rolled along the floor, but it was no use—he was too weak to make it back to the rooftop.

The wind fueled the flames, causing the fire on the rooftop to surge. Monkey face jumped up, slapping his thighs in glee. “Hahaha! Idiots! I saw through your little tricks ages ago! Now your friend is just fuel for my fire!”

“Get down!” Caesar shouted as he shoved Lu Mingfei out of the car. “Suppressive fire!”

Caesar had no other choice. Makoto was barely hanging on amidst the inferno, weakened by the intense heat and lack of oxygen. Chu Zihang’s fate was uncertain. In the worst-case scenario, the only option left was to act with overwhelming force. To turn the tide meant taking the most drastic measures—no matter the cost.

The last of the nitrous oxide from the NOS tank surged into the cylinders, and with the throttle fully pressed, the front of the Viper lifted off the ground, like a snake pouncing on its prey. Caesar steered straight into the Red Vipers’ formation!

Lu Mingfei rolled through the rain-soaked ground, quickly assuming a prone position, aiming. The final MP7 was in his hands, a gun known for its accuracy in short bursts, which could function like a sniper rifle within a 100-meter range. His best skill had always been long-range shooting—he was, after all, the freshman who took down the two top seniors in his first week at Cassell College! Caesar was charging into a hail of bullets, and the bōsōzoku members had all trained their shotguns on the Viper. In mere moments, over a hundred shotguns would fire simultaneously, turning the car into a fireball… if it weren’t for Lu Mingfei.

Suppressing his fear, he rapidly adjusted his position, controlling the MP7 as he squeezed the trigger repeatedly. Though technically in burst mode, the gunfire sounded nearly continuous. On the left flank, sparks flashed, and the bōsōzoku members lost control of their shotguns.

This was Lu Mingfei at his best. Every shot hit its target, knocking the shotguns out of their hands. After all, he was a Cassell College student, a step above these street thugs. That monkey-faced leader had made a big mistake underestimating him!

Inside the Viper, Caesar grabbed an MP7, pressing it against the accelerator. He then used a sawed-off shotgun to lock the steering wheel in place, unbuckled his seatbelt, and leaped forward. Standing on the car’s hood, his eyes shone a dazzling gold.

It was the refined technique of the Lionheart Society: a controlled blood rage.

“Jump down!” Caesar roared at Makoto, who stood on the rooftop. “I’ll catch you!”

He was illuminated by the flames, his golden hair whipping in the wind. As he fired the shotgun alternately, no shotgun pellets could touch him. Like a knight destined to rescue her, curses and weapons could not pierce his golden armor. Nothing in this world could stop his radiant steps, for this was destiny—written in a book unseen by the rest of the world. Makoto had once dreamed of him arriving on a white horse, but he came in a Viper instead. She had hoped for sunshine, but he shone like a supernova.

Suddenly, Makoto was no longer afraid. She kicked off her high heels and spread her arms wide, letting her body fall to the earth.

The Viper sped past the box trucks, and just before that, Caesar had leaped into the air from the car’s hood. After entering his blood rage, his senses had sharpened. To him, the rain seemed to fall slowly, each raindrop’s impact distinct, and the sound of shotgun pellets cutting through the air was piercing. The girl in the red dress descended, her cheongsam fluttering in the wind. Caesar had calculated the timing perfectly; he was positioned to catch her. Although falling from the fourth floor wasn’t extremely high, the impact was enough to dislocate an average person’s arms. But Caesar’s hybrid physique could handle it. The shotgun pellets sliced through the air, but Lu Mingfei’s suppressive fire had rattled the bōsōzoku members, making their hands shake and their shots go wide.

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