Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei's War Journey

"Why didn't you shoot?! Why torture me?!" The co-pilot's pained and contorted face appeared before Lu Mingfei, along with the images of the people Lu Mingfei had killed.

"Road...does our meat taste good?" Canesa and Roy, their faces covered in blood, grinned and shouted in unison.

"Lu, you're more like a monster than we are now." Perez, with a knife stuck in his chest, wore a strange and sarcastic smile as he slowly pointed at him.

"I'm not a monster! I just want to live!" Lu Mingfei shouted, waving his hand violently to try and shoo away the blood-stained faces in front of him.

"We just want to live!!!" The faces of everyone in front of him were twisted abnormally, then merged into a huge, hateful and painful ghost face, which roared and pounced on him!

"No!!!" Lu Mingfei sat up abruptly, breathing heavily.

"Lu Mingfei, what are you yelling about in the middle of the night! If you want to make noise, go outside and do it. Don't disturb my sleep!"

On the other bed in the room, the chubby Lu Mingze was startled awake, muttering impatiently before turning over and covering his head with the blanket.

Lu Mingfei's heartbeat gradually calmed down, and he realized that it was just a nightmare. When he subconsciously reached out to touch his surroundings, his fingertips touched a cold, hard object—the Smith & Wesson M10 revolver.

He remembered clearly that he had put it under the bed before going to sleep, so how could it suddenly appear next to him?

A chill ran down his spine, more terrifying than any nightmare.

Could it really be, as the item description says, that a vengeful spirit is attached to it and causing trouble?

He glanced at the deep night outside the window, then at the broken alarm clock on the bedside table. It was one o'clock in the morning. After the nightmare and this strange discovery, he was wide awake.

After hesitating for a moment, Lu Mingfei picked up the revolver and tucked it inside his down jacket. He planned to go for a walk or find a place to have a drink.

Without disturbing anyone, like a cat at night, he silently opened the window, nimbly climbed over the windowsill, and, following the air conditioner units and railings on the exterior wall of the old residential building, landed steadily in the alley below in a few leaps.

With a strengthened body, this movement is a breeze.

The streets were empty and quiet in the early morning, with only the dim streetlights casting long shadows on him, but looking at the surrounding buildings, he still felt as if he were in another world.

Lu Mingfei didn't know where to go. He only had five yuan on him. Normally, he would have gone to an internet cafe for an all-nighter, but right now he just wanted to drink. However, five yuan could only buy a bottle of beer at most, which was not enough to get him drunk. He didn't even know if he could buy a bottle of Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor) with five yuan.

Just as he was lost in thought, figuring out what to do next, a sleazy voice rang out behind him: "Hey, kid, stop right there."

Lu Mingfei stopped and slowly turned around. He saw three punks with brightly colored hair, wearing tight pants and loafers, sauntering towards him with self-important and condescending expressions.

"Kid, you're unlucky to have met us." The thug leading the group, with his exaggeratedly dyed purple hair and bangs that almost covered one eye, pointed at himself with a crooked mouth and said.

"If you know what's good for you, hurry up and hand over your money. If we're in a good mood, we'll spare you some pain."

Lu Mingfei watched quietly as the three thugs approached, their faces bearing mocking and threatening smiles, without a ripple of emotion in his heart.

Normally, he would probably be begging for mercy by now, but after experiencing the hell of the Andes Mountains, this kind of threat from the streets and alleys seemed ridiculously childish to him, and even made him feel a little inexplicably irritated.

"Hey, are you deaf? Hand over the money!" Seeing that Lu Mingfei didn't speak and just looked at them with those empty eyes, the purple-haired thug felt that he was being slighted, so his tone immediately became vicious. He took a step forward and reached out to shove Lu Mingfei's shoulder.

Just as that hand was about to touch Lu Mingfei, Lu Mingfei moved.

The revolver was pointed directly at the head of the purple-haired thug.

"Get out of here," Lu Mingfei said in a low voice, he was in a bad mood.

The purple-haired thug, with a gun pointed at him, was stunned for a moment, but instead of showing fear, he put on an even more disdainful sneer.

"Damn! Who are you trying to scare with that toy gun, you idiot, you've been watching too many movies!"

He didn't believe that someone would casually pull out a real gun; in his opinion, it was most likely a high-quality replica bought online.

To prove his disdain, the purple-haired thug slammed a gleaming butterfly knife away, the blade clumsily twirling between his fingers.

Seeing this, the thugs with green hair and yellow hair immediately followed suit, brandishing their folding knives. The three of them formed a triangle, surrounding Lu Mingfei in the middle, their faces showing a mocking, cat-and-mouse expression.

Lu Mingfei frowned as he looked at the three thugs around him. He had an urge to shoot, but he quickly realized that this was a society governed by law.

If he actually shot and killed those three people, he would be on the front page of the news tomorrow and become a nationally wanted criminal. His life would be truly over then. Besides, he's not some kind of psychopathic killer; how could he kill people so casually?

"Hand over the money now!" the purple-haired thug yelled, thrusting his butterfly knife toward Lu Mingfei's neck.

Just as the cold blade was about to touch Lu Mingfei's neck, Lu Mingfei's left hand struck first, grabbing the purple-haired man's wrist like an iron clamp.

At the same time, he turned the revolver in his right hand around and used the hard metal handle to smash it hard into the purple-haired man's nose!

"Ugh!" Purple Hair let out a shrill scream as blood gushed from his nose like a floodgate opening. Tears and snot streamed down his face as he curled up in pain, staggering backward and dropping the butterfly knife to the ground with a clatter.

It all happened so fast! The other two thugs didn't even see what happened; they only saw their boss suddenly scream and retreat with his face covered in blood.

"Damn it! Get him!" The blond and green-haired men were both shocked and furious, brandishing their folding knives and charging forward from the left and right.

Lu Mingfei's eyes were icy cold. Although he couldn't kill people casually, he could still teach them a lesson.

Instead of retreating, he stepped forward to face the blond-haired man, slightly shifting his body to avoid the blade coming from the blond-haired man's blade. At the same time, he bent his left arm and delivered a vicious elbow strike that accurately hit the blond-haired man's ribs.

Crack! The sound of bone breaking was clearly audible.

The blond man's face contorted instantly. The excruciating pain nearly suffocated him. Like a boiled shrimp, he curled up and collapsed, only able to gasp for breath in agony.

Almost simultaneously, Lu Mingfei swung his right hand, which was holding a revolver, backward, and the butt of the gun slammed heavily into the temple of the green-haired thug who was attacking from behind.

Green Hair didn't even utter a sound before his eyes rolled back and he fainted on the ground, the folding knife in his hand rolling to the side.

The whole process took only two or three seconds.

The three thugs who were so arrogant just moments before were now all lying on the ground. One was covering his face and nose and howling in pain, another was curled up and convulsing in agony, and the third was completely unconscious.

Lu Mingfei stood there, slightly out of breath, not because he was tired, but because he was forcibly suppressing the surging violence within him. He had discovered that after obtaining Isaac's memories, he had begun to enjoy using violence.

He looked at the three pathetic thugs on the ground, a hint of disappointment flashing in his eyes.

He's too weak; he can't even stretch his muscles properly.

He bent down and searched the purple-haired man's body, finding his wallet inside. Inside were several crumpled hundred-yuan bills and some loose change. He then searched the other two men as well, and together they had about six or seven hundred yuan.

"Thanks." Lu Mingfei put the money in his pocket and whispered to the groaning purple-haired man on the ground, his tone flat and without any emotion.

He didn't glance at the thugs again, turned around and continued walking towards the front of the street, his figure quickly disappearing into the night.