Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei Returns from the New Three Kingdoms

Chapter 188 Tang Wei, the Disliked One

Tang Wei stayed in his office.

To be precise, it's under the desk.

He was incredibly glad that he had spent a lot of money to buy this exceptionally thick huanghuali furniture in order to show off.

This thick material now gives him a strong sense of security.

He was holding a box, the corners of which were digging into his ribs, causing him pain, but he didn't dare to move an inch.

Just now, all the security guards on his floor disappeared.

It disappeared completely.

They have absolutely no sense of loyalty.

He could even hear the sound of orderly footsteps, like a fire evacuation drill, coming from the end of the corridor, reaching the stairwell, and then further away.

The sound was amplified by the empty stairwell, sounding like a well-trained army evacuating.

The evacuation was so smooth that it seemed like a pre-arranged procedure, not a spur-of-the-moment decision.

It's like this thing was prepared by these people a long time ago... What kind of prank show is this?

It's too ridiculous.

The abstract point is that he needs to give this box to his client at 7 p.m. tonight.

He thought to himself, "I'll just wait here a little longer."

Today he made a special effort to strengthen the defenses, and the building was packed with people upstairs and downstairs. Not even a fly could get in unless everyone left.

Then everyone left.

Nobody called him or anything.

Even if you just knock on his door like a college student and ask him a question, what then?

Are you going or not?

He probably just put on a coat and left.

Unfortunately, no one knocked on the door.

It's no wonder that bosses are hated.

He felt like that unpopular roommate who missed 8 a.m. because no one greeted him.

The difference is that at most you'll get called out and have points deducted at 8 am, but missing out here could mean losing your life.

He was carrying a box and holding an ashtray in his hand. Ashes stained his fingers, and the mingled nicotine and cold sweat created a smell that had never been so unpleasant.

With his other hand, he pressed the landline phone he had ripped off, and the receiver emitted intermittent busy signals.

Every sound seemed to remind him—how arrogant you are when you ask people for favors, now no one will listen when you ask for help.

So at that moment, he urgently called his father to give instructions for his passing.

The call finally went through.

He had just opened his mouth to say something when footsteps suddenly sounded from the other end of the corridor.

Not urgent.

Not slow.

Each step was very steady.

It was as steady as stepping on his heart.

The footsteps grew closer and closer, until he could hear the faint sound of the soles of the shoes rubbing against the ground.

He was so close that he could hear the rustling of the fabric, so close that he felt the air was compressed, so compressed that he had to breathe carefully.

Tang Wei's hand froze in mid-air.

On the other end of the line, his father was still asking him what was wrong, whether he had gotten into trouble again. His father said, "You brat, what are you trying to do by not saying anything after I call you?"

He couldn't say a word and could only abruptly end the call. As he did so, his finger slipped, and his fingertip brushed against the edge of the ashtray, causing a sharp pain.

The father, realizing something was wrong over the phone, began to excitedly ask his son if he had been kidnapped or something.

The footsteps stopped outside the door.

It was quiet outside.

It was so quiet that it was as if the entire floor consisted only of this one door and the person inside.

Then came the knocking on the door.

thump.

thump.

Two times.

not heavy.

Each tap was executed with perfect precision, as if someone were picking up a package.

The rules made Tang Wei even more frightened in an instant, because the person who really wanted to kill him didn't need rules at all.

As for whether this person is a deliveryman or not...

Damn it, what right does a deliveryman have to disperse an entire hallway of security guards?!

Moreover, he could clearly feel that aura even across the corridor.

You mean such a terrifying person works as a deliveryman?

Are there no selection criteria for delivery drivers? He's going to file a complaint!

His throat tightened.

The box felt like a block of ice in his arms.

The ashtray felt like a piece of iron in his hands.

He shrank even smaller under the table, his knees pressed painfully against the drawer, his lips trembled, but he finally squeezed in.

Give a sentence.

"please...

Please come in.

"Click".

The door handle turns.

The sound of the metal structure being gripped and slowly pressed down was particularly clear at that moment, like a fine needle pricking the ear.

The door was pushed open.

A sliver of light from the corridor streamed in, only to be quickly overwhelmed by another light.

Golden color.

It's very bright.

It was so bright it looked like someone had pointed a searchlight at his face, so bright that Tang Wei instinctively raised his hand to block it.

The gaps between his fingers were all gold, and even the dust floating in the air was clearly illuminated, as if each grain of sand was shining.

He felt his heart pounding, as if it were about to leap out of his chest.

Lu Mingfei stood there.

He was wearing a coat, under which lay a human-shaped silhouette, which, illuminated by the overly bright light, resembled a monster with a prominently protruding cervical spine.

What's most frightening is his eyes.

His golden eyes shone like the sun.

It's not "with light".

The room was indeed illuminated.

The area under the rosewood table, which should have been in shadow, now had a thin layer of gold.

The smell of gold was mixed with ash, the smell of smoke, and the cold sweat and nicotine on Tang Wei's body, making him want to vomit.

He was scared.

The mere presence of the other person filled him with such fear.

Lu Mingfei took a step inside.

That step was very light.

Tang Wei felt that the entire office had been lowered by half an inch by this step.

He could hear his heart pounding wildly in his ears, like someone was hammering his ribs.

He wanted to say something, to explain something, to ask who he was, to shout that he had called the police, but his mouth was dry, his tongue felt stuck to his palate, and he couldn't even swallow.

As Lu Mingfei's voice fell, his golden eyes dimmed slightly.

He suddenly realized that he had forgotten to undo the power his younger brother had given him.

This is also an advantage; it's so seamless that it's practically undetectable, like it's not even turned on.

However, I'll be very calm, and my tone will be as even as if I'm asking what I want for lunch.

"Where is what I asked for?"

Tang Wei was taken aback.

He was stunned, as if his soul had been pulled out of his body and then stuffed back in by those golden eyes.

He suddenly remembered what he was holding in his arms, why he had crawled under the table, that he had to deliver the goods at seven o'clock that evening, and that he had just been on the phone making his final arrangements.

As if waking from a dream.

He handed the box out with an almost ingratiating speed.

He handed it over too quickly, and the corner of the box hit the table leg with a dull thud. He was startled and shuddered, afraid that the noise would anger the monster at the door.

The box was handed to Lu Mingfei.

Lu Mingfei reached out and caught it.

My fingers gripped the edge of the box; it was very stable, as if the box had no weight at all.

The light from the golden eyes was still shining.

The light made Tang Wei's face turn pale.

The light was so intense that he didn't dare blink, fearing that if he closed his eyes, this person would be standing in front of him, asking him the next, even more deadly question.

However, the other party did speak up.

"Remember to explain to your old man that I'm not a kidnapper."

Tang Wei could only nod mechanically until the monster got closer and he could see it clearly.

He was just a boy carrying his back.