Dragon Raja: Reboot

The Maserati stopped on the speed bump on the side of the road.

"Ready? The mission is about to begin. You are going to an auction, and your identity is that of a wealthy but novice art enthusiast. You need to have some hobbies to reflect your status. Smoking a fifty-dollar Cuban cigar suggests your taste."

Angers handed Lu Mingfei a cigar encased in an aluminum tube.

"Got it! Got it all memorized. I, Lu Mingfei, a country bumpkin, oh no, I'm a tycoon! Because I've fallen for a lady at the art academy, I'm preparing to cultivate a unique artistic taste... Which son of a bitch wrote this script?"

Lu Mingfei took the cigar, put it in his mouth, and glanced sideways, clearly already in character.

Angers handed over another envelope, praising, "It seems to have been written by your dear roommate. I think it suits you quite well. Here is your invitation. Don't lose it. Norma opened an account for you at a bank in Zurich and deposited 200 million into it."

"Suitable? Ha, Principal, don't you know that some people, no matter how they pretend, can't hide their true nature?" Lu Mingfei took the letter, put it in his pocket, and casually tossed his head as he got out of the car.

He closed the car door, then, as if remembering something, leaned over the door and asked, "By the way, Principal, is there a limit to the bidding this time?"

"Upper limit?"

"Yeah, what if... I mean, what if!" Lu Mingfei said, sounding a little guilty. "What if someone goes crazy bidding against me? Think about it, what if there's a mole in the school who leaks the news about that thing, attracting competitors? Should I give up halfway and wait for another opportunity, or should I fight to the end to show our indomitable fighting spirit?"

Angers scratched his head: "A mole? There shouldn't be one, right? We hired you to be a shill, hoping that thing would become an obscure item, and you, as a nouveau riche, could naturally spend money on something that seems useless and then pocket it. But if someone really sees the value of that thing, then you'll have to use your S-class aura to intimidate them and make them back down!"

The older man had a look on his face that said, "I have high hopes for you."

"Wait, what's this S-level aura?" Lu Mingfei asked, bewildered. "Is it the aura of dominance? That stuff isn't as reliable as real gold and silver. Principal, if you don't give me a figure, I won't know what you're talking about!"

"Actually..." The older man hesitated for a moment, then shrugged and said, "You just need to get it. I just don't want certain people eyeing that thing. As for the price, it doesn't matter. The school board will cover it; someone will foot the bill for you. Don't be afraid, just go for it!"

Lu Mingfei praised, "I feel relieved to hear your words, Principal."

"See you later!" Angers waved with a smile, stepped on the gas, and the car shot forward.

Fortunately, Lu Mingfei dodged quickly and didn't stay behind to inhale the exhaust fumes.

He stood by the roadside, looking up at the sky.

The sky was crystal clear, and a white-winged gull that had wandered into the human city flew between the skyscrapers, leaving a silhouette in the air.

With your words, I really have no more psychological burden.

Lu Neize smiled broadly as he looked at the black Lincoln sedan slowly approaching him.

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Pennsylvania Road.

This is a hidden alley in the bustling city center, flanked by towering gray walls of skyscrapers. Over time, the limestone surface has peeled away, revealing the desolation of a fallen aristocrat.

At the end of the road stood a huge square building with towering walls but no windows, only a large exhaust fan near the top that turned slowly.

Chicago Municipal Opera.

Various high-end cars were parked at the entrance, their red taillights flashing in sequence, and the heavy doors opened.

The first to come down were men dressed in black tuxedos or evening suits, all wearing white embroidered shirts, their metropolitan-style parted hair slicked back with thick slicked-back hair oil, so shiny it was like a mirror.

Then, a hand emerged from the car, clad in long white velvet gloves, with a silver watch worn over them. The man grasped that hand and gracefully pulled out a modern woman wrapped in mink and veiled. Her slender heels touched the ground, her calves forming a beautiful arc, and white steam billowed from the sewer opening. The couple walked hand in hand toward the opera house.

It was as if time had reversed 60 years in an instant.

Return to Chicago in the golden age of 1950.

Ten minutes later.

As all the luxury cars gradually drove away.

A black Lincoln sedan silently stopped in front of the opera house.

Attracted by its old-fashioned style and imposing presence, the waiter hurried down the steps. The car window slowly rolled down, and a young, slender hand handed out a dark red invitation.

"Mr. Ricardo M. Lu, the auction has already begun. Would you like to go in now?" the waiter asked politely, calling out the unfamiliar name.

"Of course," the young man sitting in the shadows inside the car said with a smile.

"Please!" The waiter opened the car door for him and stepped aside.

A young man with a thick cigar in his mouth stepped out of the car. He was dressed in an expensive Armani bespoke suit, a white lace scarf, shiny Ferragamo shoes, and a brown Burberry trench coat draped over his shoulders.

The waiter looked surprised, not expecting this person's taste to be so...eclectic.

However, this is the taste of our distinguished guest, and as a waiter, he has no right to comment.

The waiter took the initiative to walk in front and lead the way for Lu Mingfei.

"Why aren't we here yet? The auction has already started." Angers' puzzled voice came through the wireless earpiece in his ear.

"We're at the door, there's a traffic jam on the way." The miniature microphone was hidden under Lu Mingfei's chin.

"Don't be surprised by anything you see, just follow along."

"Now we will be filming the 'Qing Dynasty Qianlong Period Famille Rose Gourd-Shaped Vase with Auspicious Longevity Design,' a piece of porcelain from the Qianlong period of the Qing Dynasty that represents the pinnacle of porcelain-making craftsmanship at that time..."

The auctioneer's powerful and evocative voice echoed through the spacious hall.

Lu Mingfei followed the waiter through the dimly lit corridor, where a faint scent of perfume lingered in the air.

He stood at the corner between the passageway and the hall.

The lights in the hall had been turned off, but the opera house was still brightly lit. What illuminated the place was no longer the crystal chandeliers, but hundreds of pairs of golden pupils!

Golden Eyes!

"Don't be surprised, everyone attending this auction is of mixed race, just like you and me. Find your seat and sit down, the auction has already begun." Angers' deep voice came through the earpiece.

The auction in the hall has begun, and the auctioneer has started bidding after giving a full introduction.

But at that moment, the sound of footsteps interrupted his bidding.

The leather shoes made a crisp, unusual sound as they stepped on the ground, as if stepping on the very lifeblood of the earth, giving everyone a slight jolt.

The people who had taken their seats slowly turned their heads.

Hundreds of pairs of golden eyes simultaneously locked onto the latecomer who was slowly walking down, and an unparalleled sense of majesty surged forth like a tide!

"Mingfei... what are you doing?" The principal's surprised and uncertain voice came through the earpiece.

Lu Mingfei smiled, took off his sunglasses, and casually tossed them to the waiter beside him.

Everyone saw the late young man, their eyes scanning his entire body with slight frowns. They couldn't help but sneer, chuckling as they discussed the young man's nouveau riche taste with those around them, as if a money-grubbing landlord had barged into a gathering of nobles.

Lu Mingfei closed his eyes, his smile fading, but he didn't stop walking, seemingly oblivious to the almost tangible, sticky pressure of authority pressing down on him.

And when he opened his eyes again.

Hot molten lava flowed in his dark golden pupils.

His intense gaze was cold and ruthless.

He surveyed the entire room, and no one dared to challenge him.

He once again offered everyone a polite, equal smile, and calmly walked to his seat in the sudden, deathly silence.

He had previously barged into this hall dressed in a jumble of designer clothes, and everyone was laughing at his taste, chuckling at how a nouveau riche had gotten lost and wandered into a nobleman's ball—it was both endearing and laughable.

But when he opened his eyes and looked around, no one dared to meet his gaze. They all instinctively avoided his majestic golden eyes, as if they had been stung!

Taste can lie.

But bloodline doesn't.

Mixed-race people take pride in their bloodline and naturally revere their lineage.

In that instant when their eyes clashed, they were all utterly defeated without a doubt.

This is definitely not a lake gull that has wandered into a human city!

It was a complete humanoid Tyrannosaurus Rex!

He masked his powerful and violent nature with his bizarre and ridiculous taste, like a lion in wolf's skin blending into a pack of jackals, who mocked his unconventionality.

When he reveals this true nature, everyone must remain silent as a sign of awe for power and lineage!

then.

The murmurs and whispers were swept away, replaced by a silence that represented reverence.

The hall fell silent instantly.

Yet, this tranquility conceals something indescribable.

Like thunder rumbling like snakes behind the clouds, you can neither see nor hear it, yet you can vaguely sense the grandeur and deadly danger behind the clouds.

The young man, keeping to his own pace, took his seat in full view of everyone. He ignored everyone and didn't apologize for interrupting the auction. He simply enjoyed the world as if he were the only one in it.

So arrogant.