Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei Doesn’t Want to Become a Night City Legend

Chapter 242 Fingel: I'm coming clean.
Lu Mingfei disliked red tape.

That's why he used the most direct and brutal method to force everyone present to 'give him face'.

In fact, he got what he wanted.

The subsequent trial was basically just a formality.

The evidence and lawyers prepared by the various families all became worthless.

As long as a sufficiently tough attitude and skillful approach is demonstrated, the way others negotiate will greatly improve. The performance of the board of directors further convinced Lu Mingfei that the other party was testing him.

At first, they were arrogant and acted like petty thugs, but as soon as Lu Mingfei drew his sword, they immediately greeted him with smiles and strode forward. In the end, it was all just a matter of weighing the pros and cons.

Angers is able to act so recklessly because of Lu Mingfei.

Lu Mingfei was able to become flamboyant because of Angers.

As long as there are two madmen in the hybrid race world who dare to wager their own lives to launch a full-scale attack, this world will be peaceful for a short time.

But the real work is yet to come.

In an RPG game, that would mean he still has three side quests to complete.

"Hey! Junior brother! You're finally back!"

Inside the familiar boys' dormitory, the voice of the useless senior student could be heard.

Although he said he was familiar with the place, Lu Mingfei felt like he hadn't been back here for quite a while.

He dropped his schoolbag, climbed onto the bed, threw himself onto the mattress, and let out a long sigh.

"Those school board members stopped harassing you?"

Fingel poked his head out from the top bunk and whispered down to those below.

"I'll leave you alone."

"Haha, you're really something, junior brother! Hey, hold on a second, let's talk about the trip to Japan. Look, I went all the way there to support you, acted as your manager, helped you carry your instruments, and even fought against the White King. What do you say about the reward?"

Lu Mingfei turned around, covered his eyes with his arm, and said in a hissing voice, "Say one more word and I'll unfollow you too."

"Received."

Fingel lay back down, his body stiff, looking more like he was locked in a coffin than in a dormitory.

But after a while, he couldn't resist anymore, swaying left and right, making the bunk beds creak.

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Lu Mingfei moved his hand away and sighed.

"You're so eager to talk?"

“Oh dear, it’s the fruit of our labor after all. Of course, you don’t need to take it to heart, junior brother. I’ve been through a lot of hardship, so I can handle it.” Fingel pretended to wipe away tears, but before he could continue his exaggerated acting, Lu Mingfei interrupted him.

"I mean, senior brother, are you really that eager to talk to me about serious matters?"

Lu Mingfei's voice was a little quieter than usual.

"For example, your relationship with the North American mixed-race group."

In Lu Mingfei's eyes, Fingel's head was like a red exclamation mark, waiting for him to click on it and trigger the mission.

He had been holding back from ordering before because he was too busy, but now...
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The air suddenly became quiet.

Fingel stopped making a scene, and instead of trying to brush it off with a laugh, he continued his silence as if in tacit agreement.

then
"After all, it's almost time."

As if acknowledging those inexplicable words, the man's voice also changed from its usual flamboyance. At this moment, he did resemble a 'legendary outstanding senior brother'.

"Ah."

Lu Mingfei sat up.

"There's no point in continuing to hide it."

“From the first day of school, I knew that what you said and what you did were completely different. I also knew that you had that thing installed in your brain. And you continued to interact with me like this even though you knew I could detect your brain-computer interface. So I judged that you should be harmless for the time being.”

"But being harmless doesn't mean we can trust each other. To be honest, I quite like you, senior brother."

Although Lu Mingfei was somewhat tired, what he said was true.

Fingel was a good person, very much to his liking. In the first few months after arriving in Kassel, the two would go to KFC together, arm in arm, and study for finals in their dorms, listening to Fingel recount his glorious past. They shared similar interests, and Fingel was happy to help Lu Mingfei integrate into the school, so he was always grateful to him.

Even if all of this is based on the premise that both sides are wary of each other.

“I was able to access all the information inside Kassel, so I know that you were a victim of the Greenland incident, and I also know what you were really like before that incident.”

"An outstanding super A-grade hybrid, but contrary to your burly physique, your talent is actually more inclined towards network design than combat. You are such a computer genius that even if you wanted to hide yourself, after repeating a grade for many years, you still secretly control Kassel College as the president of the news agency."

"You were the one who first engaged in cyber warfare with me, and then you were the one who helped me in the Constantine campaign using Norma. You also discovered the White King's secret in Japan during your trip there, so you volunteered to join the mission in order to continuously monitor and protect him."

Fingel did not refute Lu Mingfei's words, but simply listened quietly.

"I originally thought that as long as you didn't say anything, I would pretend I didn't see it. No matter what your intentions were towards me, at least you really helped me."

"But now I can't pretend I didn't see it."

"Please—Senior brother."

Lu Mingfei turned his head.

"I desperately need intelligence right now."

"Therefore, I will use whatever channels are available."

If Fingel truly possessed brain-computer interface technology before Lu Mingfei appeared, then regardless of his stance, he would have possessed a wealth of intelligence—Lu Mingfei was certain of this.

But is Fingel willing to talk about it?

Or rather, can he say it?
"How did you find out about the things in North America?"

Fingel did not answer directly, but instead asked a question in return.

"I'm a little stronger now than when I enrolled," Lu Mingfei said, touching the side of his neck.

"Hmm, if you want to know the answer, why don't you just hack into my brain?"

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This time, Lu Mingfei didn't answer.

Also.

Fingel gave a wry smile.

Given my junior brother's personality, he probably wouldn't do such a thing to a friend.

that--

"My story is short and not very interesting, so it won't take up too much of your time."

Say it.

Fingel began to tell his story.

"Just as you said—I was a survivor of the Greenland Incident, a brutal war in which almost all the best students in the academy perished, and only Professor Schneider and I survived."

"After that, I told the outside world that I was traumatized by the incident, which caused my academic ability to plummet. My former classmates had already graduated, and the freshmen who remained were all deceived by my acting skills."

"To those within Kassel, namely the principal of Angers and some of the faculty and staff, I claimed that because of that incident, they had lost trust in the school and were therefore unwilling to continue their duties. The principal is a good man; he agreed and allowed me to stay here."

"Everyone at school thought I was just a useless coward who would hide my sharpness after being injured, but... everyone has another side."

Fingel smiled.

“I have never hated the principal. Even though he sent me on that mission, what I hated was the person who gave me the mission information and the board of directors who were only interested in their own interests and didn’t care about the consequences.”

"In order to investigate their background, I had essentially broken away from Cassel, the cradle of hybrids, a long time ago."

"It's not because I have a problem with Kassel, but because I realize that as long as I stay here, I will inevitably be controlled by various forces and will have no chance to contact the real world."

"So...North America?" Lu Mingfei asked.

"To put it more bluntly, I am in charge of the network operations of a joint company led by North American mixed-race individuals. We created the company to combat the potential 'mixed-race wave' in the future."

Lu Mingfei had a premonition. "The company name is..."

Fingel, unsuspecting, replied.

"Militech: Military Technology"

(End of this chapter)