Dragon Clan: Dragon Slayer Wizard, professional dragon slayer

Chapter 76 Red-prepared "Burning" Legion (-in-)

"General?"

After Long Kui heard the name, he frowned slightly.

He didn't remember ever offending this person.

Also, what kind of organization is the Fierce Ghosts?
Long Kui felt that he needed to talk to the person in charge of the Japanese branch and learn about these "not very polite" local gangs.

Then, as if throwing away garbage, he casually threw the already painful and unrecognizable monkey-faced man in his hand into the puddle of urine on the ground.

Face down.

Before Long Kui could decide how to "deal with" this group of people, suddenly, a low and high-pitched engine sound suddenly sounded, and the surrounding ground shook slightly.

I saw a large four-meter-tall forklift roaring through the dust, slamming in at a speed of thirty or forty kilometers per hour, and crushing directly towards Long Kui standing in the center!

The huge digging shovel was held high in the air, its iron teeth polished by sand and stone. Through the clear and bright glass, the young orange-haired bosozou inside showed a ferocious smile and opened his mouth excitedly. , sticking out tongue with mucus and flying.

It seems that this man has seen the bloody appearance of his enemy being crushed into a pulp by the "mechanical war beast" he sat on, his eyes lit up with a faint golden color, and his adrenaline couldn't stop soaring!

"boom--"

The expected crushing scene did not appear in the eyes of the young bosozoku as expected. Instead, the four-meter-tall behemoth came to an abrupt stop as if it had hit a solid wall made of alloy.

Long Kui's face was expressionless, he just stretched out a dark blue palm toward the front, and then stopped the mechanical war beast that made a thundering roar with ease.

"Buzz... hum!"

The orange-haired bosozou had a ferocious look on his face, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. He stepped on the accelerator with all his strength, and the four big tires couldn't stop spinning crazily on the ground. They all rubbed out a few wisps of thick white smoke. This The huge excavating forklift still couldn't move even half a step forward!
The bright golden pupils in Long Kui's eyes slowly turned into the color of molten flames. Then the temperature in the air rose rapidly, and a gorgeous golden lotus composed of red gold dragon flames slowly formed from under his feet.

Finally, indifference blooms.

"boom!"

The fire lotus instantly enveloped the entire forklift. This mechanical behemoth made of steel and rubber immediately burst into flames. The top of the head of the orange-haired bosozou in the cab was immediately ignited. Before he could say anything, With a scream, red dragon flames spread from the top to the whole body like gangrene attached to the bones!
From the huge excavation forklift, a wailing sound sounded like a demon from hell being cooked and fried.

Long Kui saw that he had dyed orange hair, and guessed that this person was yearning for the sun, craving for stimulation like fire.

Therefore, the temperature of the dragon flame was specially lowered to ensure that he had enough time for "intimate contact" with the flame, and strived to achieve the final level of being charred on the outside and tender on the inside.

Long Kui has always been such a helpful person.

However, he had no interest in watching the "roast whole lamb" here. He saw Long Kui's legs exerting force, and the soles of his feet gently pushed upwards, and the whole person flew directly out, and finally landed lightly behind the forklift.

Without his obstruction, the roaring mechanical behemoth once again roared as it charged.

The orange-haired bosozoku in the cab was scorched black all over, and was in agony from being burned in the ruthless dragon flames. He kicked his feet erratically, and finally stepped on the accelerator.

This four-meter-tall "war beast", with its red flames still burning fiercely, once again charged forward selflessly!

The monkey-faced man had just gotten up from the smelly urine puddle. Just as he was about to throw up against the wall, he heard a deafening roar from the front.

Then he hurriedly looked up and saw a huge thing wrapped in strong burning flames, roaring and rapidly enlarging in the golden pupils of the monkey-faced man.

Before the horrified expression on his face took shape, the red-hot shovel was like a huge iron, instantly pushing against his body and quickly crashing into the ruins of the tavern in front with sparks all the way!
"Bang! Wow——"

The entire ruins were filled with smoke and dust in an instant. The flaming forklift smashed open the hard marble ruins, and a long bloody road bloomed on the ground with blood.

The light in the eyes of the monkey-faced man slowly dimmed. He felt that all the bones in his body were completely broken, his abdomen was turned upside down, all his internal organs were knocked out of place, and the seven orifices on his face were flowing out of gushes of bright red blood as if they were free of money.

"Are you going to die...?" The monkey-faced man's eyes gradually became blurry, just when he felt that his life was about to come to an end.

Suddenly, the huge pressure on his body disappeared in an instant. In a hazy moment, he seemed to see a colorful figure lifting the flaming forklift that was pressing on him and throwing it aside easily.

Then, his vision went dark and he completely lost consciousness.

……

When the monkey-faced man slowly woke up from the shock, the blurred retina was full of figures dangling everywhere.

"Have I... gone to hell?"

Before he could figure out what was going on, suddenly, a stream of cold liquid poured over him.

The strong smell of gasoline kept rushing into the nose of the monkey-faced man, causing him to wake up instantly while he was still debating whether he should live or die.

"Is this...gasoline?" The monkey-faced man couldn't move, feeling the wetness all over his body and the warm soft touch underneath him, as if he were lying on a heated sofa.

He took a deep breath, twisted his tattered body, and rolled over like a maggot. Then, what he saw next with his eyes made the monkey-faced man almost collapse!
What's the heated sofa under him? It's obviously a small mountain of people piled up by a bunch of members of the Red Army.

And he, the team leader, is the top of this mountain of people!

Crowds of people, gasoline...

The monkey-faced man suddenly became frightened. Pouring gasoline in a crowded crowd was not a good sign in the underworld.

At this moment, he seemed to vaguely hear the voice of a boy who seemed to be communicating with someone.

The monkey-faced man immediately crawled towards the front as if grasping a life-saving straw. However, when he climbed halfway, when he heard clearly what the boy was saying, he completely froze up. In place.

"is the boss around?"

"What are you doing? If you have something to do, go back to court~" A lazy female voice came from the other end of the phone.

"I'm in Japan now, please do me a favor later."

"Why are you going to Japan?" The crisp sound of puffed food sounded, and three question marks popped up over the head of the otaku girl lying on the gaming chair.

"What you are doing is not important. What is important is that I just dealt with a group of bosozokus who attacked me here. I want you to help fake a car accident and burning accident caused by multi-person drag racing here in Chizuru Town."

"? Damn it! With such a pure underworld style, when did you become a Yakuza expert?"

"Just tell me whether you want to help or not."

"I can help, but it's still the same as before, and the price will be deducted from your salary!"

After saying that, a mechanical beeping sound came from the white Nokia.

After Long Kui got the affirmative answer, he was completely relieved.

With the help of the rich and powerful boss, he can do some "extraordinary" things. From the moment these ignorant bosozokus shot at him, Long Kui promised that they would never see the sun tomorrow.

He always means what he says.

Long Kui took out a pure copper lighter with a devilish pattern carved out of nowhere, glanced indifferently at the group of unconscious bosozokus piled into a hill by him, and ignored the shouts from the top. The terrified monkey-faced man threw the lighter in his hand over.

That was the dragon flame he carefully prepared.

It is said that the ultimate purpose of this group of bosozokus is to seek excitement. Whether it is racing at the beginning, or fighting in groups or taking drugs later, they are all seeking a higher level of stimulation threshold.

Therefore, Long Kui deliberately adjusted the core temperature from being able to directly vaporize carbon-based biomass to the same temperature as an ordinary flame. The purpose was to allow them to experience the most extreme excitement in the world.

As the flames continued to scorch, he watched himself being burned to ashes bit by bit.

Long Kui thought to himself, this should be able to satisfy the ideal stimulation of the senses of this group of perverted bosozokus, right?

Maybe the other person will thank him after he goes to hell.

"boom!"

The red pillar of fire, representing death and rebirth, suddenly rose. Long Kui walked forward indifferently without looking back. Mamon, who was lying on his shoulder, was licking his cat's paw as if nothing happened.

It was as if the frightening wailing sounds of fear and despair behind him came from hell and did not affect the things in the human world above at all.

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Tokyo, Executive Bureau headquarters.

The drizzle fell on the blue-grey roof, and the pine breeze seemed like a sea wave, blowing the bright lights inside the house.

"Master, Mr. Long Kui from our headquarters wants to see you." Crow bowed to the old man in front of him in a polite manner.

"Let him come in." Mr. Masamune sat cross-legged on the yellow tatami, with a long sword in a white scabbard spread across his legs, and three faint chrysanthemum petals carved on the handle.

Ever since Yuan Zhisheng was hospitalized, this old man has been in charge of the Executive Board.

"Yes!" Crow responded respectfully and then retreated.

After a while, the door slowly opened, and Long Kui, who had already changed into a loose shirt, slowly walked in from the door.

"Long time no see, Mr. Masamune."

"Long time no see, Mr. Long Kui, are you used to living in Japan these days?" Mr. Masamune opened his eyes, looked at the young man in front of him with a smile, and raised his hand to indicate to the young man to sit down as he pleased.

Long Kui slowly sat cross-legged opposite the old man, nodded, and responded calmly:
"Thanks to everyone's care, food, clothing, housing and transportation are all I've gotten used to."

"That's good." Mr. Masamune nodded, and then said with a smile:

"Long Kui-kun, although we haven't found the 'magician' you asked us to find yet, we have obtained a lot of useful clues. I believe we will be able to hand him over to you soon. .”

"...Thank you, Mr. Masamune, for taking this into consideration." After hearing what the other party said, Long Kui replied calmly. Then he raised his eyes, looked into the old man's eyes in front of him, and asked word by word:

"But I'm not here for this matter today. I just want to ask, do you... know about the Fierce Ghosts?"

After Mr. Zhengzong heard Long Kui's words, the long knife placed on his leg couldn't help but tremble slightly. Then his still clear pupils without any turbidity looked straight at Long Kui in front of him and said in a deep voice:

"I wonder where Mr. Long Kui heard this word?"

"There's a little guy over there." Long Kui smoothed the folds of the shirt around his waist and said softly:

"So, Mr. Masamune, does he have any information about this ghost crowd?"

Mr. Masamune slowly lowered his old head and was silent for a while.

After a moment, he looked up at Long Kui in front of him and slowly stated:
"A dangerous underground organization, all composed of dangerous hybrids with unstable bloodlines, has great power in the dark side of Japan."

"Oh? Can it be more powerful than your eight Sheqi families?" Long Kui couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

After living here for so many days, he has almost fully understood the power of this Japanese branch that controls the executive board.

The eight Sheqi families behind them are the out-and-out underworld emperors of Japan!

"It's not as powerful as us, but we can't predict how big the opponent is now." Mr. Masamune said slowly:

"But what I'm sure of is that if our Sheqi family goes to war with each other, I will be prepared to lose both sides."

"So strong?" Long Kui couldn't help but be a little surprised.

Originally, he thought that this fierce ghost gang was just a mid-level gang, but he didn't expect that it turned out to be a behemoth!
"Mr. Long Kui, why are you asking this?" Mr. Zhengzong looked into his eyes quietly.

"It's nothing, I just had a little feud with a guy inside." Long Kui raised his eyes and glanced at the long white knife on the other person's leg, and said softly:
"I plan to go there and give that guy a little 'surprise', so... Mr. Masamune, does he know where their base camp is?"

After a moment of silence, the person on the other side slowly stood up.

After a while, the old man took out a map from the drawer, walked slowly to Long Kui, and handed it to him.

"The location above should be considered one of their more important points. The person you want to find will most likely be here."

Long Kui unfolded the map in his hand and looked at the location circled in red handwriting, his pupils suddenly shrank.

Now he finally understood why the "king general" of the fierce ghosts was looking for trouble for him.

The location Mr. Masamune gave him was the Kukakukan in the mountains of Osaka!
"Oh...that's it." After figuring out the whole story, Long Kui chuckled, then slowly stood up, turned around and walked towards the door.

Before leaving, he took away the white long knife next to Mr. Masamune, and left a vague message:

"This knife is good, let me use it."

"I'm going to kill someone."

　This chapter is dedicated to the girl with sandalwood-scented hair in the original work. Every suffering she suffered, I have doubled for Chi Bei in the book. I will torture Herzog tomorrow to get some interest back.

　　
　
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