Dragon Clan: Starting from obtaining Yaki, counterattack against the gods

Chapter 208: People Who Will Not Live Long

The fluorescent tubes were shrouded in choking smoke. From time to time, some people cheered or cursed, while others put on headsets and tenderly expressed their feelings to the little girl opposite them.

Hundreds of computers are lined up in a row. On each broken sofa there is a brother who is "booking the whole night", with a cigarette in his left hand and a mouse in his right hand, his eyes are red, and strong rock music is coming from his cheap headphones. The cashier girl is sleeping soundly at the front desk.

All the noise and joys and sorrows of the world gather here. This is an underground Internet cafe in Chaoyang District.

Lu Mingfei was drinking Coke, frowning, and killing all the brothers who were playing StarCraft in the Internet cafe. A group of people gathered behind him, and there was a pretty girl in a little black dress sitting next to him, her eyes wide open and full of curiosity.

Lu Mingfei moved his butt awkwardly to avoid touching the girl, but he was still a little happy in his heart...

This is probably the legendary sense of existence.

Some people's presence is by the champagne pool where luxury cars are everywhere and beauties are everywhere. That person is Caesar. Some people's presence is on the dragon-slaying battlefield where blood flows like a river. That person is Chu Zihang. There are even some people who, no matter what the occasion, as long as they stand there or appear, they will definitely be the focus of the whole audience.

That's Kazama Ruri.

Lu Mingfei's presence is probably felt in such Internet cafes, which are dirty and dilapidated, filled with smoke and dimly lit...but only here will anyone care about who he is.

Lu Mingfei was daydreaming when his cell phone dinged, indicating that there was a new message.

"Lu Mingfei? Is this your phone number? I'm Chen Wenwen. I saw your QQ ip is in BJ. The Literature Club is having a dinner party at 18:30 tonight. If you receive this message, come along. I've sent you the location on QQ."

Lu Mingfei's heart was moved, and ripples appeared... No, a huge meteorite hit the center of the Pacific Ocean, causing huge waves!
This sudden text message was just like the time when Chen Wenwen invited him to join the literature club. It was accidental, casual, and made people happy.

It was also a summer, the cicadas were chirping desperately, the sun was scorching outside, the shadow of the eaves fell on the ground, and the girl in a blue and white cloth skirt walked lightly past him.

"Are you Lu Mingfei? Do you like reading?" Chen Wenwen suddenly stopped.

Lu Mingfei looked up in surprise. The girl's pupils were like the surface of water, swaying slightly and reflecting the sunlight.

……

The sun shines on the stone pavement of Liulichang Street. On both sides are retro blue brick buildings. In front of every door hangs a black-and-gold signboard with words like "Jiguge" or "Daiyuexuan".

The young guest strolled out from the dark alley where the sun could not penetrate. He was wearing a green Chinese-style gown with inch-wide white sleeves rolled up, and casual pants. He had bright golden hair and eyes as blue as the sea.

When he stood in the street like this, he looked like a stupid old foreigner who was here to be ripped off. Immediately, several brave men jumped out from the shops, eager to try and pull this fat sheep back to their own shops.

But the guest was waving a white paper folding fan with the words "He who has not been to the Great Wall is not a true man" in his hand at them, as if he had returned with a full load. The others could only watch him leave with regret, wondering in their hearts which lucky guy had managed to fleece this fat sheep.

What they could never have imagined was that the shop that the customers had just left could even be considered run-down compared to the exquisite shops outside.

The "Fenglongtang" signboard is a bit worn out. It hangs on the lintel of the small shop. A sapphire blue cotton curtain hangs at the door.

This is almost the deepest part of the alley. Ordinary antique dealers would never choose to open a shop in such a remote place, and ordinary customers would never come here specifically, not to mention that the customer is a foreigner.

The old man leaned back in his chair and happily opened a heavy paper bag. It was left by the spendthrift guest and was also his first income of the day.

A young man in a black suit walked out from behind the rosewood screen. He had been standing there while Caesar was talking to the boss, blending into the darkness.

"Are you relieved now? He just said what you taught him, but he didn't say anything weird." The old man continued to count the money in a native dialect, "You can easily find him in this corner. His spirit is 'Sickle Weasel', and all sounds in the area cannot escape his ears."

"But you can neutralize his domain," the young man said. "Does the book you gave him really contain clues about the Dragon King?"

"It should be hidden inside, but I haven't found it after searching for decades." The boss shrugged, looked up nonchalantly, revealing a standard European face.

It is hard to imagine that this old man speaking Beijing dialect is actually a real European. He has iron-gray hair and gray eyes, and his thin cheeks still show the handsomeness of his youth.

"But since he is the heir chosen by the Gattuso family, he should be more capable than me. Moreover, finding a sleeping Dragon King and an awakened Dragon King are completely different in difficulty."

"The tiny earthquakes have been happening more and more frequently these days. Just as you guessed, he can no longer hold back."

The old man stuffed the counted money back into the paper bag and said, "You should also pay me the balance of $2.5 million."

"When Caesar got the book, the balance had already been deposited into your account." The young man frowned, "You shouldn't be someone who cares so much about money."

"As an old man, I don't have anything else to pursue. You spent five million dollars to buy this book from me, and then asked me to sell it to him. It's too roundabout. Can't you just give it to him directly?" "He has always been somewhat resistant to the family's arrangements. Maybe he is still in the rebellious period." The young man said: "But it doesn't matter. All proud birds will fly back to the nest one day."

The young man raised his head, smelled the rich sandalwood scent in the air, and finally his eyes turned to the bright red wedding dress behind the screen.

The wedding dress is made of fine Hu silk, with exquisite kesi edges, gold foil with phoenix patterns, and inlaid with pearl buttons and glazed sheets.

It was unfolded and nailed to the wall, and someone had used an ink pen to sketch a freehand profile of a bride. The expression on her face was like a girl with charming eyes turning her head and smiling at you.

"You drew it based on Chen Motong's painting?" The young man frowned. "This is too risky. If Caesar finds out, all our efforts will be in vain."

"I have confidence in my painting skills. Besides, I didn't show it off." The old man smiled indifferently: "I wanted to sell it to him and make some money from him, but I heard that he hasn't even chased the girl yet?"

"It's hard to imagine that the noble son of the Gattuso family would have a day when he would run into a wall with girls. But this girl is really beautiful and worth painting. It makes me want to paint her. If she were a nude model, she would be amazing."

"Don't think like that. If that happens, Caesar will kill you. He may not be unable to do it." The young man said lightly.

"It's just a casual remark. Besides, I'm a dead person."

"Close this antique shop and leave here. Don't say you're dead. Yes, you've been crossed off the list, but your old friend Ange has been looking for you all these years and has never given up."

The young man said coldly, "Mr. Friedrich von Roon."

The old man's face finally darkened. "Frost talks too much. He shouldn't have mentioned my name to you. I hope you're the only one who knows my name, Mr. Percy."

"You don't have to worry, because Mr. Frost is dead. He probably won't have the chance to bother you again." Percy said softly, "There's no need to keep it secret from me. I won't live long anyway."

The young man raised his head, his long hair fell down, revealing two pairs of completely different eyes.

He pointed at the fiery red wedding dress on the wall and said, "I'll buy this wedding dress. Can you copy the painting?"

"Are you interested in Chen Motong as well?" The old man had a thoughtful look in his eyes: "She is indeed a beautiful girl, and everyone likes her."

"Who am I to like someone? Besides, she is Caesar's bride."

Percy smiled, lowering his eyelids to hide the expression in his eyes: "It's just that after being in the dark for too long, I can't help but want to see more vivid and lively things."

"Like a moth flying on fire?" The old man also laughed, and said, as if intentionally or unintentionally, "But you will die if you do this."

"But isn't my mission to die?" Percy said softly, "You should leave early too, sir."

He turned to leave carrying the packed wedding dress and the finished painting, but was stunned the moment he opened the door.

A fiery red Ferrari stopped at the entrance of the alley, and the sexy girl came skipping in, pulling the indifferent girl. Seeing this, Percy subconsciously lowered his head and hid the things in his hands behind his back.

The girls didn't seem to notice him. When they passed by each other, a faint warm fragrance came to his face. The girls' fiery red hair was so bright in the sun that it seemed to be glowing.

Percy knew that he shouldn't look and couldn't look, but he still subconsciously raised his head and followed the dazzling red with his eyes.

Just like a moth in the darkness can never refuse the bright flame, even if the price is to be shattered into pieces and never to be recovered.

At the same time, the girl in the black windbreaker turned her head and looked at him with her dark eyes without blinking. Their eyes met in the air, and Percy immediately lowered his eyes as if he had been electrocuted, not daring to look again.

The young man's figure quickly disappeared at the end of the deep alley. Yuan Zhinu then slowly withdrew her gaze, with a thoughtful look in her eyes.

Nuonuo didn't notice this at all. She happily pushed open the shabby door of the antique shop, looked left and right curiously, and shouted at the same time: "Is anyone there?"

"Oh, yes, yes." The old man hurriedly walked out from the back hall. After seeing who was coming, he was stunned.

After seeing the old man's face, Yuan Zhinu frowned deeply.

Maybe it was because they were both European, or maybe it was because they had the same iron-gray hair and gray eyes. They obviously didn't look alike, but the moment she saw this old man, a name suddenly popped up in Genji's mind -

Bondarev.

(End of this chapter)