Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei Returns from Warhammer Retirement

Chapter 87 Bliss Hall

"Is there anything more exciting?"

Fingal put another stack on his lap.

"This"

Tokugawa Asahi hesitated, and if he went any further, he would really break the law.

He has upside, a pension and a wife in her 20s.

"We're friends, aren't we?"

Fingal placed stacks on his lap, and when the tenth stack was placed, Tokugawa Asaki was finally crushed by the weight of money.

"What exactly do you need?"

he asked with a wry smile.

"I want the best and most exciting entertainment."

Finger had a wild smile on his face.

"I'm just a hotel manager."

Tokugawa Asahi said humbly.

"But you have a lot of rich guests."

Fingal said.

Just like the ancient inn is the information distribution center, the modern hotel also has many sources of information.

Especially in a top hotel like Conrad, the unintentional words of guests are secrets that ordinary people can't buy.

"Elysium Hall."

Tokugawa Asahi said with a sigh.

"What's that place?"

"It's heaven for the rich, and it could be hell."

Tokugawa Asaki said with an inexplicable taste.

He knew this place because of a guest, a rich man from Kyoto.

Tokugawa Asahi's hometown is also Kyoto, so the two talked very happily.

The guest, who stayed in the Conrad suite for a week, told Tokugawa Asaki over tea one afternoon.

He brought [-] million here, and he was going to a big block called Bliss Pavilion to win a wish.

The next day, the guest left the hotel in a black Mercedes and never returned.

The suite he had reserved for half a month was empty, and no one came to check out.

"What is his wish?"

Fingal was a little curious.

"do not know."

Tokugawa shook his head lightly.

He has always been curious about this question, so he has never forgotten it for so many years.

He even learned about the situation of the Bliss Pavilion through various channels.

It was a big game with no betting limit, and the players inside were all billionaires.

There is no upper limit for betting on the table jams in the Bliss Pavilion. As long as you want, you can even bet on a city.

And when you win enough money, a young and flirtatious female manager will respectfully invite you to the VIP room, get you drunk with vintage wine and ask if you have any wishes.

As long as you're willing to put enough of your winnings into a wish fund, you can achieve almost any wish, no matter how outrageous it sounds.

For example, you may want to communicate with the most popular idol groups.

For another example, you can discuss economic issues with Japanese conglomerates.

Of course, you can also choose to communicate with the consortium bosses in groups, and discuss economic issues with idol groups.

As long as you win enough, the guests can get their wish.

Japan is a rule-abiding place, even if there is a violation of the law and morals, it has to be disguised.

In the words of the Japanese, it is to "know the shame".

But the Bliss Hall does not need to be disguised, and there are no rules outside the Bliss Hall. All desires can be displayed naked in this hell and heaven, no matter how evil, disgusting, and bloody.

"Then have you been there?"

asked Fingal.

"No."

Tokugawa Asahi shook his head.

He has driven countless times to go to that place, the place where the wishes of [-] million guests can be fulfilled.

If possible, he also wanted to know what the guest's wish was.

But whenever Asahi Tokugawa started the engine, he would pull out the car key like a stress.

"Although I have various regrets in my life, none of them are to the extent that I need to make amends desperately. Therefore, I gave up going to the Bliss Pavilion."

Tokugawa Asaki said with a sense of loss and complacency.

"awesome."

Fingel applauded vigorously. .

"Mr. Jackson, I sincerely beg you not to go. It is the place of the devil. No matter how many dollars you have, it will only be turned into firewood for desire."

he said sincerely.

"Don't worry, my dollars are enough to burn down the entire Bliss Palace."

Fingal said confidently.

He didn't lie either, if all the club funds were exchanged for weapons from the equipment department, it should be enough to blow up half a big board.

After all, the nuclear bomb equipment department is not impossible to create, and half of Oppenheimer's core team are members of the Secret Party.

Speaking of which, whether the Bliss Hall can realize his wish of not wanting to get up early for training.

Fingel thought about it and decided that it should not work.

Even if it was the end of the world, the leader of the monster would probably drag him out of the bed to lift the iron.

Well, no, because Lu Mingfei will blow up the blood bar of the final boss with one punch before the end of the world.

Asahi Tokugawa left, took the dollar and left the address.

He didn't know if Finger would disappear like the last guest, but he knew that as long as the Bliss Pavilion was still there, the next guest would ask him for the address.

The Bliss Pavilion is still in the trial operation stage, so it only opens once on the 15th of every month.

Today is the 13th, so they rested for two days.

Compared with the heavy make-up in Tokyo, Osaka is more simple.

But after all, it is the second largest city, so the commerce is still very developed, and all the things Fingel wants are available.

So Finger was drunk, Chu Zihang went shopping to buy a gift for Su Xiaoyan, Lu Mingfei tried to stimulate physical growth with various foods, and He Yegang lay dead in the hotel.

They all had a great two days.

At seven o'clock in the evening on the 15th, the three of them drove the Toyota Alphard on a mountain road outside Osaka.

On the way, vehicles kept passing them, all of which were luxury cars such as Maybach, Bentley, and Maserati.

Their MPV was a bit out of place among them.

However, the things in this car are much more explosive than those in those cars.

Following these vehicles, they came to a big house in the deep mountains.

In front of the big house is a mountain stream and a delicate bridge. Beautiful girls in kimonos welcome and see off guests by the bridge, samba dancers waving flamingo feathers shake their chests on drums, and waiters wearing Indian headscarves Come and go to give guests a salute.

This kind of mix-and-match style is a bit gaudy, but it is just right because of the nature of the Bliss Hall itself.

This is a place where there are no taboos, only the most vulgar people will come here to fulfill their desires.

Men in black suits walked around in front of and behind the big house.

They all had strong muscles that could hold their shirts tight, and their jackets were open to reveal the dark guns at their waists.

Japan is a country with gun control, but the bodyguards here are all carrying large-caliber pistols that are not allowed to be carried casually in the United States, and the magazines are filled with dum bullets that are prohibited by international conventions.

The true no taboo, but it also reflects the strength behind the Bliss Hall.

The two swaggered inside with He Yegang, but were stopped by the black suit at the door.

"Sorry, it is forbidden to carry weapons in the Bliss Pavilion."

Chu Zihang watched this scene from a distance beside the car, feeling familiar.

"Cold weapons are not allowed?"

He Yegang asked for them.

The black suit glanced at the two's sabers, and then stepped out of the way.

The hobbies of the guests don't care about their business. As for what they want to do with these swords, that's too underestimating the Bliss Hall.

The heavy carved bronze door of the Bliss Pavilion is right in front of them, and the guests have to push the road to hell or heaven by themselves.

In a way, Bliss Hall is benevolent.

Lu Mingfei glanced coldly at the golden hell map on the bronze door, this kind of profanity made him feel sick.

So he kicked up like lightning and kicked hard on the door hinge.

The bronze door symbolizing the entrance of desire crashed to the ground, revealing the astonished people inside.

(End of this chapter)