Lu Mingfei doesn't want to be a superhero

Chapter 140 Oh my god! I'm being pestered by a little devil!

As dawn broke, in Lu Mingfei's bedroom at a luxury hotel next to Genji Heavy Industries.

Lu Mingfei rushed in—he was a little tired today, and he had to meet with Genji during the day, so he didn't have much time to investigate Genji Heavy Industries. Therefore, he planned to come back and rest first, and then go to Genji Heavy Industries to investigate when he returned in the evening.

However, after crawling inside, he witnessed a scene that nearly caused even the spirit to suffer cardiac arrest—

His body lay peacefully on the bed, and a handsome and cute little boy squatted beside him, drawing a face on him with a marker.

If the scene were different, and the character were different, Lu Mingfei might just treat him as a naughty kid, pick him up, give him a spanking, and that would be the end of it.

But the problem is that the little boy... he knows him!

No, it's questionable whether that thing is actually a little boy at all. After all, its true form is a demon! What form can't it take? Even a succubus in black stockings would be a piece of cake!

Lu Mingfei was now even starting to doubt if he was dreaming—the boy squatting next to him was actually that little devil who called himself "Lu Mingze"!

How is this possible! This doesn't make sense! Aren't you in another world?!

Even if you've become attached to me, I've already returned to my own world! How the hell did you manage to chase after me? Have you become one with me?!

Just as Lu Mingfei's pupils dilated in shock, the little boy crouching beside him turned his head, saw him, and exclaimed with delight, "Brother, you're back?"

That face, which looked as cute as a girl's, was now seen by Lu Mingfei as nothing short of a demon.

He never imagined that the demons of Tony's world could follow him into his universe.

According to the Ancient One, although the number of universes is vast and the number of beings is countless, the number of beings capable of traversing the multiverse is very small, and their power is naturally immense. For example, in the so-called "Hell," the beings who can freely travel between universes are mostly famous lords, each with their own myths and legends on Earth.

Being targeted by such a being is a chilling thought.

"How...how did you get here?" Lu Mingfei asked, staring at the little devil.

"How did you get here?" The little devil tilted his head. "Brother, I'm your younger brother, so of course I'll be wherever you are."

Lu Mingfei's lips twitched.

“Alright, no more joking,” the little devil said seriously, changing his posture to sit like a duck on the bed. “Brother, I’m here to do business with you.”

"You want my soul again, don't you?" Lu Mingfei couldn't help but roll his eyes.

“Of course, souls are the only official currency in Hell,” the little devil said with a grin. “So, brother, would you consider giving me a little bit of Hell currency?”

"No way!" Lu Mingfei shook his head decisively.

The little devil instantly put on a pitiful, tearful expression: "Brother, how cruel you are! I'm so poor in hell, I can't even afford a loaf of bread, and I'm starving all the time. Can't you have some compassion and let me make my first sale?"

Ha ha……

Lu Mingfei crossed his arms, staring blankly at the little devil's performance.

Still can't afford to eat? Who are you trying to fool, you hell lord who can travel through multiple universes?

After putting on a great show for a while without getting any feedback from Lu Mingfei, the little devil immediately dropped his tearful expression, sighed with a bitter face, and said, "Brother is too cruel. It's not easy for little brother to earn money."

"Do you have anything else to do? If not, could you please leave? No, even if you do, please leave." Lu Mingfei really didn't want to have anything to do with this little devil.

"Brother, don't be so cold. I even brought you breakfast!" The little devil pointed to the silver-plated food cart that had appeared by the bedside. On the cart were fried dough sticks, tofu pudding, pickled vegetables, and two steaming hot buns.

"I can't afford it, I can't afford it." Lu Mingfei shook his head repeatedly.

Is the devil's breakfast really that easy to eat? This isn't breakfast at all; it's practically eating your own soul!

“It’s free,” Lu Mingze said. “I’m not going to charge you for treating a big client to breakfast. Do you think I’m that stingy in your eyes, brother?”

"Really free?" Lu Mingfei confirmed.

"Absolutely free!" Lu Mingze patted his chest and guaranteed.

"You didn't tell me earlier!"

Lu Mingfei's spirit returned to his body, then he got up from the bed to get the steamed buns from the food cart, but found nothing.

“Don’t worry, this is a sample image,” Lu Mingze said from the side. “The actual product hasn’t been delivered yet.”

"You devil are so inefficient," Lu Mingfei complained.

"This is the efficiency for free? Why don't you upgrade to VIP service, brother?" The little devil paused, then added, "Of course, it'll cost hell money."

“I don’t think there’s anything wrong with a slow pace of life,” Lu Mingfei immediately changed his mind.

"Sigh... Brother, you're being too frugal. Don't you ever think about living a little more luxuriously?" the little devil sighed.

“If someone were to trade their soul for a breakfast to be delivered faster, it certainly wouldn’t be because they like luxury,” Lu Mingfei quipped. “They probably just don’t want their soul anymore.”

"Brother, when will that day come?" the little devil asked.

"What?" Lu Mingfei didn't react for a moment.

"Brother, when will you ever not want your own soul?" The little devil's tone suddenly turned somber, and he looked at Lu Mingfei with deep eyes.

“Absolutely impossible!” Lu Mingfei said firmly.

The little devil didn't say anything more, and his figure faded away like ink in water.

But before disappearing completely, he left behind a casual remark: "Brother, your breakfast will be here soon, but I suggest you wash your face first."

Lu Mingfei then realized that the little devil had drawn on his face earlier.

The little devil had disappeared. Lu Mingfei rushed to the public bathroom outside the bedroom. Sure enough, his face was covered with lines drawn in black ink. These lines were not just for show; they vaguely formed a majestic and ferocious face, as if Lu Mingfei was wearing a mask, or as if he had simply turned into a majestic and ferocious monster.

Lu Mingfei rubbed soap on his face, and fortunately, the pen the little devil used was easy to wash off. A few minutes later, there was no trace left on his face.

The doorbell rang at that moment.

Lu Mingfei hastily wiped his face with a towel, walked to the door, opened it, and paused for a moment.

The familiar silver-plated food cart was at the entrance, and the familiar breakfast was on it. All of this was within Lu Mingfei's expectations, but the person delivering the food surprised him. It wasn't that he knew the person, but rather that the person didn't seem like a waiter at all.

With long legs, a slender waist, and exaggerated curves, the waitress in front of him wasn't the most beautiful person Lu Mingfei had ever seen, but she was definitely the girl with the best figure he had ever seen.

She wore a mask, her hair was tied in a high ponytail, and her sharp eyes had a hint of red. Although she was dressed as a waitress, her aura was more domineering than that of the hotel owner, as if she were a queen traveling incognito or experiencing life.

"Your breakfast." She clasped her hands together in front of her lower abdomen, bowed slightly to Lu Mingfei, and then, without waiting for his response, left in her high heels without looking back, leaving Lu Mingfei with only a charming back view.

Is she a waitress here? Or was she the work of a little devil?

Lu Mingfei was a little confused, but too lazy to think about it too much. As he pushed the food cart from the doorway through the living room back into his room, he maliciously speculated in his mind—maybe that the supermodel waitress was actually Little Devil in drag, working in person?

Just as Lu Mingfei had this idea, in a space that did not exist in reality, the little devil suddenly changed drastically.

A moment later, the little devil lowered his head and looked at his body expressionlessly—he had transformed into a mature woman with a slim waist, large breasts, and long legs, and was even wearing a waitress's uniform.

Little Devil: ……

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Chapter 141: The Attack and the Secret of the Snake-Headed Eight Families

The next day, in the morning.

Yuan Zhisheng knocked on the door. Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang had already washed up and eaten breakfast.

It must be said that although the little devil coveted Lu Mingfei's soul, he was quite generous when it came to free gifts. The breakfast he brought Lu Mingfei was very generous, and even after Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang shared it, they still felt a little full.

"Here you are, here you are, good morning, Senior Brother Yuan..." Lu Mingfei opened the door and paused for a moment.

There are quite a lot of people outside.

Yuan Zhisheng and Ying were acquaintances, and Lu Mingfei recognized them at a glance, but behind them were two other men.

Lu Mingfei also had some impression of those two men. When they picked them up at the airport, the two of them stood behind Genji with Sakura, looking like bodyguards or subordinates. But he never saw them again after that. In the past two days, the only person accompanying Genji to receive them was Sakura.

Of course, this is also a good thing; a slender, office lady secretary is always better than two rough, old men.

Between the two men was a middle-aged man who was bound hand and foot.

"Senior Brother Yuan, this is..." Lu Mingfei was a little puzzled.

“It was Chu Jun’s mission target,” Yuan Zhisheng said. “Last night, someone in the family found a clue, so I sent someone to investigate. I wanted to gather some information first, but the people I sent out exceeded expectations and captured the leader of the Fierce Ghost Clan directly.”

Genjiro's words were half true and half false. The "slightly" was false. Except for a few ninjas of the Fuma clan who had important responsibilities, all of them had been transferred out. Even some spies planted within the Menggui Clan had started to move.

But he was truly surprised; he never expected that the culprit would be captured by the ninjas of the Fuma clan.

The Demon Clan has been conducting various researches and trades related to bloodline evolution potions, and related matters are highly valued. Genji has handled several cases related to bloodline evolution potions. The leaders of the Demon Clan are all hybrids with extremely high bloodlines, and the strongest one can even rival the heads of the five lower clans—but the Inuyama Clan head is not included. His combat power is in a class of its own among the five clan heads, stronger than the others.

The person in charge who was captured this time was much weaker. Their hideout was discovered in just one night, and several teams of elite ninjas from the Fuma clan wiped them out. Perhaps it was because this kind of research was not highly valued by the Demon Clan that the person in charge was not strong enough.

But no matter what, it's a good thing that they caught the person. This way, it shouldn't be so convenient for Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang to do whatever they want.

So after having the leader of the demons searched, Genjiro had his retainers, Crow and Yaksha, bring him over.

Genjiro and Sakura entered the living room, followed by Crow and Yaksha escorting the tightly bound middle-aged man in.

Chu Zihang had already gotten up from the sofa and walked over. Yuan Zhisheng pointed at the middle-aged man who had been brought in: "Chu Jun, this is your mission target. In addition, we have also collected the relevant research data from their base, which is stored in the branch. If you need it, you can take it back to the academy as evidence."

Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang were both somewhat surprised. Although Yuan Zhisheng had said he would help with the investigation, they never expected that the so-called investigation hadn't even started before the target was brought before them.

"Thank you," Chu Zihang said, looking at Yuan Zhisheng.

"Lord Chu, what are you going to do with him?" Yuan Zhisheng asked. "We can help you send him to the academy, whether he lives or dies..."

Lu Mingfei suddenly noticed that the middle-aged man who was bound had been expressionless, as if his soul had been drained, but at this moment a ferocious expression suddenly appeared on his face.

Lu Mingfei's expression changed slightly. He decisively stepped forward and kicked the middle-aged man in the chest. The middle-aged man was sent flying backward and crashed hard into a corner of the wall.

Then nothing happened.

Yuan Zhisheng, Chu Zihang, Ying, and the two men who were pressing down on the middle-aged man, whose conversation had been interrupted, all turned to look at Lu Mingfei.

Lu Mingfei was a little embarrassed: "I saw that person's expression change just now, and I thought there was some danger..."

The middle-aged man leaned against the wall, vomiting several mouthfuls of blood. His bloodline was indeed not high, so his physical condition was not strong. He had just been kicked by Lu Mingfei and was seriously injured. He struggled to spit out a few short dragon-script syllables.

The next moment, a burst of flames suddenly erupted from his body, and the flames were swept away in all directions by the shockwave.

An ice wall was generated almost simultaneously. Flames and shockwaves struck the ice wall, momentarily halting before shattering and melting it. But the next ice wall was already generated during this brief delay.

This was repeated several times. When the explosions subsided, a thick wall of ice stood in the hotel room, connecting the walls on the left and right, and the ceiling and floor on the top and bottom, almost dividing the living room into two parts.