Dragon Raja; Chapter 98: Little Brother (7)

Dragon Raja

That golden hair was dazzling. As the captain approached from behind, he had an urge to give the boy a smack on the head, just to check if it was a wig.

But he suppressed the thought and walked past silently. The boy kept his head down, seemingly unaware of anything, a faint smile on his lips.

This was a completely unchallenged ambush. Such an easy success always felt a bit dull. The captain and his companions were standing at the center of Cassell College’s proud Valhalla, beneath the black velvet curtain in front of the statue of Odin, yet their enemy seemed to be napping. The captain felt an urge to teach these young people what professionalism truly meant.

Caesar opened his eyes, looked up, and smiled at the statue of Odin.

The Greek statue-like boy smiled with an elegance that bordered on cruelty, startling the leader.

Caesar stared directly at the group, but the well-trained “Yanling: Dark Light” gave the captain enough confidence. In the black background, human vision was far from enough to detect the faint dark currents left by “Dark Light.”

“On the day they issue degrees for my class, will I be the first to walk up to the stage?” Caesar said casually.

The captain didn’t know whom he was asking; perhaps it was the statue of Odin behind him.

Had they been discovered? With Caesar’s personality, he wouldn’t mind fighting, but whether they had actually been discovered at this moment, and whether he should release his Yanling and jump out to fight, was a question. If Caesar was just talking to himself on a whim, jumping out to fight would be foolish. He hesitated.

Suddenly, music pierced the silence.

A grand piece of music echoed in Valhalla—not loud, but enough for everyone to hear. Everyone turned their heads in surprise to look at the statue of Odin, but they couldn’t find the source of the music. The melodious tune sounded like something from the campus broadcast system during afternoon tea time.

“Ashitaka Sekki, the soundtrack from Miyazaki’s Princess Mononoke. I quite like it,” Caesar said softly.

The music under the black curtain stopped, followed by an annoyed girl’s voice. “Hey! Who is this? Are you looking to die?”

Yanling: Dark Light, Release.

Twelve figures appeared simultaneously. They wore unmarked black combat uniforms, holding submachine guns, with two-foot-long combat knives on their belts. Their faces were completely masked, revealing only their hawk-like eyes.

Group B immediately recognized that these were the intruders, clearly an elite force. They should have started shooting right away, but they hesitated. The opponents had formed a strange formation—eleven men surrounded the only woman in the group, crouching, arms linked, as if they were performing some kind of courtship dance from an African tribe.

“Get lost! Why are you still clinging to me at a time like this?” The captain, the only woman in the group, pushed one of her comrades away with her hand on his head.

The eleven dispersed immediately, entering combat mode in an instant, using nearby chairs and the podium as cover while raising their submachine guns. At the same time, Group B’s main forces rushed in through the front and back doors, with dark gun barrels emerging from the gaps in the upstairs railing.

A Dragnet.

The sound of guns being cocked was synchronized as if rehearsed; all it took was pulling the trigger for bullets to start pouring out. But at the same time, both Caesar and the woman raised their hands, stopping any further action.

Caesar elegantly made a hand gesture, signaling for the woman to finish her phone call. The captain didn’t even look at him, continuing her conversation while brushing her long, black ponytail.

“Green Forest? Do we know each other? Where did you get my phone number?” the captain shouted angrily into the phone.

“Oh…” The captain seemed to remember something and glanced in Caesar’s direction. “Yes, I did order your service through Mint Club, but I didn’t request a follow-up call.”

“What?” The captain frowned. “No! Don’t you have a customer service agent with decent hearing? Haven’t you ever had clients from Asia before? Your spelling is just… alright, alright, I’m busy now. Please don’t waste my time… Tell your marketing department they need someone who understands Chinese! Otherwise, remove the ‘International’ part from your company name!”

She hung up angrily, then shrugged at Caesar. “I hate unprofessional people the most!” the captain said. “I can’t stand these so-called elite clubs leaking my number.”

“Is it considered unprofessional not turning off the phone when sneaking in?” Caesar stood up and spread his hands.

“I just have a lot of things to do and sometimes I tend to forget.” The leader shrugged. “I really can’t stand this so-called wealth club. They actually leaked my number.”

“Mint Club? I’m a member too.” Caesar took out his wallet and pulled out a black card with the silver “Mint” logo.

Mint was a renowned exclusive club that served the high-end elite. People like Lu Mingfei, poor as a dog, had never even heard of its name. It had branches in Cannes, Hong Kong, and Shanghai, and with a membership, one could fulfill nearly any desire within the limits of human capability. For example, if you finished dinner in New York at 6 PM, had a full belly, and suddenly decided to fly to Japan to see the kabuki performance at Tokyo’s Kabukiza Theater that night—even though no flights could logically get you there on time, and even though tickets for the performance were all sold out—you could just call Mint. After finishing your coffee and heading out, a Concorde jet would be waiting for you at the airport.

That was Mint. It suited Caesar’s style, as well as the style of this female captain.

The two groups of armed elites exchanged glances. At this moment, their leaders were talking about the services of some exclusive club.

“No choice. The task was simple enough, but the time frame was too short, so it seems a phone call to them was necessary,” the captain shrugged again. “No need to show me your card, and don’t expect to find me through the club.”

“I’m just curious who our opponent is. The Dragon Clan—could it be a group of high-spending, ill-tempered women using Mint?”

“You are too curious. This will annoy others. You have already discovered us. How did you discover us?”

“It’s a secret, you’ll find out soon enough,” Caesar studied the leader’s face, “You look familiar.”

“Sakatoku Aki’s older sister, Sakatoku Mai.” The captain glanced at the photo on the wall. “You’ve probably met my sister.”

No one could deny she was a beauty—one in ten thousand—even from the perspective of an opponent. In high heels, she might even be taller than Caesar. The tight combat suit accentuated her curves, and if she were a model for a figure-drawing class, both the teacher and students would need to stuff their nostrils with paper to concentrate. Her long, black hair was tied into a ponytail, exposing her pale, elegant neck like that of a kendo girl; her beautiful face bore an expression of constant exasperation, with elongated eyeshadow-lined corners, sharp like a crimson blade.

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