Lu Mingfei, why are you slaying dragons if you're not involved!

Chapter 258 Boy and Man

Lu Mingfei sat in the audience, where he was to be the headliner, so he could relax for a moment. But actually, he would much rather be backstage preparing than being an audience member.

Although he didn't know what preparations he should make.

Preparation for the performance? Not really. At his current level, he can play it effortlessly. To prepare for any unforeseen circumstances? It's impossible for him to achieve another breakthrough or improvement in such a short time.

But it's much better than sitting here surrounded by people!
Lu Mingfei awkwardly avoided the gazes that kept falling on him. In the past, it wouldn't have been a problem, after all, one should be responsible for one's actions... But now that Mr. and Mrs. Liu were here, he was still a little embarrassed.

If looks had a killing power, I'd probably be riddled with holes by now.
Thinking this, his gaze settled on a still empty seat, Chu Zihang's seat. But since his senior brother hadn't arrived, he had no excuse to leave.

So what exactly did my senior brother do?
Lu Mingfei frowned slightly, feeling somewhat uneasy.

He was about to get up when he stopped.

At this moment, the surrounding lights went out one by one, leaving only the crystal chandelier base in the center of the dome still lit, signaling the start of the performance. The guests, who had been exchanging pleasantries, consciously quieted down, and then a man in a black tuxedo walked onto the stage.

"ladies and gentlemen……"

……

"boom!"

A thunderous roar erupted, and the moisture that had been accumulating for days was finally released. Raindrops fell, striking the windshield of the speeding Mercedes-Benz S65 AMG, the small splashes of water reflecting the burning golden eyes.

Chu Zihang looked up slightly, and dark clouds swept across the vast expanse like a soaring dragon. Lu Mingfei's prediction was correct; such torrential rain was rare in winter. However, these clouds had accumulated slowly over several days, so neither the meteorological bureau nor the unit responsible for monitoring the flow of abnormal elements had noticed the problem.

On the one hand, it's a subtle influence; on the other hand... dragons have always been proud creatures. Whenever they are resurrected, they want to announce their return to the whole world. How could they be willing to hide their identities for so many years?
But there are always exceptions. Just as a dragon has nine sons, each different, it's not surprising that an old turtle among them likes to hide in the sewers.

He stared straight ahead. After Zhao Menghua got into a car, he drove onto the overpass. Logically, Chu Zihang could call the traffic police to report the minor for driving without a license... But he knew this time was obviously unusual, because even with his driving skills and the horsepower of his Mercedes S65 AMG, he couldn't catch up with that small-displacement BMW on the open overpass.

If that BMW hadn't undergone some outrageous illegal modifications... then there must be some other reason.

The rain intensified rapidly, with splashes of water bursting onto the windshield one after another. The wipers swung back and forth like crazy, but to little avail. Within seconds, a massive curtain of rain enveloped the entire city.

A familiar smell filled the car—the smell of a cold storm. Chu Zihang had seen many storms, but this smell was unique. He had encountered it twice before: once on the elevated road shrouded in a curtain of water, and once in the valley yesterday.

The mark on my shoulder blade started burning again. The taillights of the small BMW in front of me were blurred in the almost impenetrable rain. The shadow of a tollbooth was faintly visible directly ahead.

Chu Zihang calmly stepped on the brakes.

He was no longer in a hurry, and given the other party's obvious urgency, he had even less reason to rush. The excellent braking performance allowed the Mercedes to come to a complete stop quickly, even on the rain-soaked road.

The tollbooth, which was supposed to be far away, was strangely brought to within five meters of him in a very short distance. The tollbooth barrier was raised, as if issuing a silent invitation. Then, the sound of a car horn came from ahead, and the headlights pierced the rain as the car slowly moved forward. A rusty Maybach appeared opposite Chu Zihang, and in the driver's seat was a boy who looked very familiar to him, soaking wet and with red eyes.

The Maybach did not cross the toll gate, nor did the Mercedes S65 AMG. At this moment, the rain curtain was like a mirror and also like time itself. The man and the boy looked at each other, and the slightly immature "start" was accompanied by the roar of the engine.

Chu Zihang released the brake and stepped on the accelerator.

The boy's lips were about to curl into a smile, but the smile froze and vanished before it could even appear, because the power from the engine roar did not propel the Mercedes S65 AMG forward; before that, the man had already smoothly shifted into reverse!

When a boy learns not to act impulsively, he can be called a man.

The incantation that had been chanted softly for so long finally rose to a high pitch at this moment. The sound of the windshield shattering came from the reversing Mercedes S65 AMG. A piece of recycled metal, glowing red-hot, slashed through the rain with a sharp momentum. The cold raindrops fell on it, but they did not make the red color fade in the slightest. Instead, it became even more magnificent and bright!

The bomb, which is already in a very short balance, does not need a sophisticated detonator to detonate it, because the basic fire element that makes up the bomb is compressed into it by the most violent and crude means. It only needs a tiny bit of weight added to one side of the already fragile balance...

Nibelungen is an independent space. As such a vast space, it cannot be perfectly integrated with the real world. Therefore, it is necessary to use a large amount of water to neutralize the conflict in order to open a "door".

This "door" can be anything, such as the giant cliff crevice that looked like a coffin yesterday, or this place that looks like a tollbooth!

When the door is open, anything can pass through.

So the reddened recycled metal plate passed through the tollbooth without any hindrance. During the process, it continued to glow redder and brighter. At first, it was just like an incandescent light bulb that had been turned on... but when it was about to reach the Maybach, it was as dazzling as the sun!
The boy stared indifferently at the approaching sun, not flinching an inch. His image changed, like a small mountain of eight-legged pegasus and a cyclops standing behind a flickering light when the television signal was bad.

His gaze swept past the unremarkable object and coldly fixed on the receding taillights of the Mercedes S65 AMG.

Until a crack of melting finally appeared on the recycled metal plate.

A torrent of fire elemental energy erupted forth!

His golden eyes, like those of a gas lamp, suddenly moved over, and the rain intensified abruptly.

But it was too late. The massive amount of fire elements were finally able to stretch their bodies, excitedly releasing the light and heat that should have been theirs!

"boom!"

(End of this chapter)