Lu Mingfei, become the king of gambling in dungeons!

Big Bear Avatar: "Senior, your avatar is quite rustic, it makes me want to buy QQ coins."

Initial penguin avatar: "I don't know what to change it to, I've been using this one since I registered."

The bear avatar said: "Senior, I heard you're studying at a prestigious university abroad, something like the University of Kassel? Is it well-known?"

Initial penguin avatar: "Not very tall, currently a sophomore in college."

The user with the big bear avatar said: "Senior, I'm a senior in high school this year and I want to apply to universities abroad. Do you have any recommendations? Is the University of Kassel difficult to get into?"

Initial penguin avatar: "Our school has a rather unique admissions process. Do you have a specific city in mind, such as Austin, Ann Arbor, or Boston, which have many prestigious universities?"

Big Bear Avatar: "Hmm... I'm still considering it. I'm a little worried that I'm not strong enough."

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Big Bear Avatar: "Senior, is the part-time job you mentioned really that demanding?"

Initial penguin avatar: "Primarily for performance; if you're confident, I can send an email to that coach right now."

Big Bear Avatar: "This is too formal and powerful! I'm quite confident in this aspect. Senior, give me three minutes to think of my thank-you speech."

Initial penguin avatar: "Okay, I have a course design to complete."

Chu Zihang remained calm and rarely started new topics, but he answered every question quickly. He could provide targeted answers to various topics raised by Lu Mingfei, and he was not perfunctory.

"You're really giving me face, senior brother," Lu Mingfei thought, "but it shouldn't be me who's being given face."

Liu Miaomiao... How could this person be so incredibly powerful?!

Who would have thought that I, Lu, could be so mistaken? Could that unknown, cunning junior be her? Was she just "feigning sleep to lure the enemy"?

Lu Mingfei had a vague feeling that something was wrong. Between the lines, Chu Zihang seemed to have some impression of him, and that sympathy and concern had nothing to do with Liu Miaomiao.

How did my senior come to know about this alumnus? Where did this concern come from?

He had a very good impression of Chu Zihang in Genji Heavy Industries. Chu Zihang was a very righteous person, and he was the one who worked the hardest to save him in the early stages.

It's not that others hesitated and didn't put in enough effort when saving Lu Mingfei, but when Chu Zihang saved people, he was in a state of not valuing his own life but valuing Lu Mingfei's life. Perhaps it was because he had lost something in the past.

He occasionally said some strange things, like when he was dying he said something like, "Live on, let's smash the axle of the wedding car together." When Caesar heard this, he didn't immediately agree, but waited a while and came over seriously and said, "Live on, I also look forward to that day."

In Lu Mingfei's view, Caesar and Chu Zihang seemed to have some personality clashes and didn't get along. He played the role of a lubricant in the middle, much like the relationship between the head of the household and his two concubines, each with their own unique abilities. But they were all genuine friends, the kind of relationship where you could trust them with your back.

I wonder which unlucky guy will get his axle smashed by the three brothers, or maybe it's the axle of the wedding car. Could it be that Chu Zihang's crush is getting married...? Maybe we should invite Yuan Zhisheng too. I always feel like he's often isolated by the trio at the heavy industry company.

He had previously thought that his friendship with Chu Zihang began at the University of Kassel, but now it seems that Chu Zihang may have noticed him back in high school.

Lu Mingfei blinked. He wasn't exactly flattered by his friend, but he felt as happy as if he had met a like-minded companion while watching the sunset alone. It turned out that you already knew about me, and that you had already shown me kindness.

Overwhelmed with emotion, he quickly typed, conveying his goodwill to Chu Zihang.

"Senior brother, you can smash the axles of whose wedding car you want from now on. I fully support you."

"I'm a little sleepy, senior brother, see you in my dreams."

Inside the hotel, Chu Zihang stared quietly at the blue message popping up on his phone.

He sat cross-legged on the crystal velvet carpet, taking the sacred sword Murasame from its black box and wiping it clean. After wiping it, he sheathed it, like a samurai using the blade as a mirror to examine his eyes before killing someone.

Of course he remembered Lu Mingfei.

I've relived that rainy night in a disheveled way over and over again, and everyone I met that night was marked by his deep, unforgettable presence. In particular, that person's helplessness at that time was somewhat similar to my own later state.

It's a really good thing to be able to help people who are similar to yourself.

Contrary to what Lu Mingfei had imagined, he was neither in the US after his lunch break, but had just arrived at a coastal hotel after getting off a plane.

The wooden eaves of the upscale hotel's terrace slant against the twilight, and several vintage yellow lamps stand in the water. The blue sky is splashing ink onto the sea through gaps in the clouds, and where the infinity pool meets the distant sea, tourists appear as translucent fish.

This is Trinidad and Tobago, located in the southern Caribbean Sea of ​​Central America, adjacent to the coast of Venezuela.

The country's territory consists of Trinidad, Tobago, and 21 smaller islands. Its capital is Port of Spain. The country has a land area of ​​5128 square kilometers, which is only equivalent to the size of an average prefecture-level city in China. It is best known for its oil refining business.

He wasn't there to conduct scientific research; he was there on an internship assignment from the Executive Department to hunt down out-of-control, dangerous hybrids, and any form of violence was permitted if necessary.

His recent life schedule has been very tight. Sometimes he is still fulfilling his duties as the president of Lionheart Association at school in the morning, and by the afternoon the plane has already left North America.

After reading all the messages Lu Mingfei had sent on his phone, a rare look of bewilderment appeared on Chu Zihang's face.

He understood the reasoning; Lu Mingfei probably wanted to show that he was grateful and wanted to repay kindness.

But... why smash the axle of the wedding car?

Shaking his head, Chu Zihang wrote an email and sent it to the coach at the Children's Palace. He also slightly modified the greeting he had written for his mother beforehand and sent it to her as well.

Now it's time to put all distracting thoughts aside.

I've been having too many distracting thoughts lately, which might be an ominous sign. He even inexplicably fell asleep during a club debate.

"Norma, report the current location of Commissioner Ryder and the logistics team."

After removing his colored contact lenses, Chu Zihang put on sunglasses to cover his burning golden eyes, attached a miniature wireless headset and prepared special effects steel-core bullets, and pushed open the door with his weapon case.

Judging from the filthy atrocities committed by the target, tonight will likely be... a night of burning and bloodshed.

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[Attention adventurers! Normal mode is now available. In this mode, the monsters in the dungeon do not have any base stat boosts.]

The new dungeon "Beijing Subway Station" has arrived. The dungeon objective is to survive for a sufficient amount of time.

"Breathing sounds... twenty-two, Deadpool? Doesn't seem like it."

Upon entering the new instance, Lu Mingfei opened his pale golden eyes, clasped his hands to loosen his muscles, and then pressed his neck.

Just to be on the safe side, he gave himself two vials of evolution medicine beforehand. The negative effects of a small amount of evolution medicine were not even comparable to stimulants for him; at most, they were like the side effects of Red Bull.

While relieving the stiffness in his neck and shoulder muscles, he looked around at the scene, guessing which corner Deadpool would pop out from to offer some warmth.

It was a poorly decorated internet cafe. Judging from the noise, the environment was smoky and chaotic. The walls of the private rooms were covered with basketball tournament posters and photos of obscure female celebrities.

There was a pile of nutritional drinks and instant noodles on my computer desk.

There are quite a few Chinese decorations, so it must be in China, but this isn't a subway station, is it?

Someone is approaching the private room, walking and stopping intermittently, perhaps asking for directions or confirming something.

"Coming for me? Trying to use violence to interrogate an NPC? I'm not very good at that."

Well, his first thought was to resort to violence, and without realizing it, he's become a complete violent person. It's true what they say, you become like those you associate with.

Lu Mingfei listened to the sound of each footstep as the person approached, loaded the magazine, pulled the silver-gray slide, and began to bore the pistol, making basic assessments.

He seemed to be an ordinary person, rather thin and frail.

The girl with chestnut hair, wearing a white dress, entered through the door. Her flowing black hair was adorned with a familiar butterfly hair clip. She walked slowly at the doorway, as if she were having some kind of internal struggle.

"Lu Mingfei".

"Chen, Chen Wenwen?"

Startled for a moment, Lu Mingfei quietly put away the Desert Eagle he had just hidden on his back and closed his eyes, which were now glowing with golden light.

Running through dungeons can even lead to encountering old acquaintances. It's possible that the Deadpool in this dungeon can materialize based on one's imagination, like the ghosts and monsters in Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio.

According to his imagination, he should transform into the terrifying red-haired priestess from Genji Heavy Industries. What's the use of transforming into Chen Wenwen? Ghost Brother, you're too outdated and can't keep up with my ever-changing romantic versions... Lu Mingfei thought with his eyes closed.

Damn, why is this Golden Eye so unreliable? It won't turn off when it should.

His mind remained highly focused, a habit formed from hundreds of bloody lessons. No matter how relaxed or careless he was normally, he would act as if he were entering a battlefield once he entered a dungeon.

It was raining heavily outside, and Chen Wenwen's white dress was mostly soaked. She lowered her head, her wet hair dripping down. At that moment, no one would have any romantic thoughts about her; instead, they would feel a sense of dread, like seeing a female ghost.

"I had no other choice but to contact you..." Chen Wenwen sobbed. "I've asked so many people these past few days, but none of them believed me. So I had to leave you a message on QQ... I spent the whole afternoon calling you on QQ, but you didn't come online. Luckily, I installed a QQ account that can track IP addresses, so I found this internet cafe."

Unable to pinpoint what was amiss, Lu Mingfei quietly took out the Desert Eagle he had just hidden behind his back, and with one hand behind his back, used his five fingers to remove the magazine and replace it with a tranquilizer dart.

Big sister, it seems like we already ended things in our second year of high school... Pshaw, we never even started.

NPCs in the storyline?

A honey trap?

Will five hundred Deadpool axemen suddenly pour out of the private room?

"Zhao Menghua has gone missing..." Chen Wenwen looked up at Lu Mingfei, her beautiful eyes filled with red veins, her long eyelashes unable to hide her tears.