Lu Mingfei, become the king of gambling in dungeons!

"Lu Mingfei, this way! Run! The explosives we planted will detonate soon!"

No longer concerned about accuracy, Caesar unleashed his remaining ammunition at the Deadpool horde further away, providing full cover.

Deadpool is undoubtedly the most bloodthirsty and greedy predator; their sense of smell is more than ten times stronger than that of sharks.

Sharks can smell blood a kilometer away, but Deadpool's sense of smell far surpasses that level. Supernatural creatures with dragon blood cannot be viewed through the lens of common sense.

They craved the blood of Lu Mingfei and Yuan Zhisheng, especially Lu Mingfei, who was so close, and were eager to sacrifice themselves for him.

Even though the claws of the previous kin who pounced on them had been sliced ​​off by the machete, flesh and bone, and even though Lu Mingfei's handsome face looked somewhat ferocious with anger, they continued to maneuver and attack.

The number of Deadpools has increased from more than forty to more than seventy, even after Lu Mingfei killed five of them. Almost all of them that had previously flooded this floor have emerged from the corners.

Deadpools are incredibly resilient, especially these domesticated snake-like Deadpools. They are either strong or cunning individuals who have survived years of cannibalistic feasts, making them far more resilient than ordinary hybrids.

Even if one of them escapes, it can wreak havoc and ruthlessness on the neon shopping streets. Moreover, the dungeon has greatly enhanced each one under this premise. Without the alchemical longsword in his hand, Lu Mingfei can forget about cutting melons and vegetables.

Cutting off the supply line was effective because the elevator shaft was connected vertically, and the simplest passage to climb up from the bottom floor was temporarily blocked by the falling elevator, reducing the number of Deadpools on this floor by nearly half.

Although there is a sound system elevator on the middle and lower floors, Deadpool is not yet able to climb the stairs from the emergency exit to the first floor to press the elevator button.

"I'd like to run... Senior brother, you don't mind if I carry you in a princess carry, right? That way we can escape easily. I'll avenge you later."

With a cold yet efficient swing of his blade, Lu Mingfei spun and tossed the long sword to sever the throat of the deadly servant blocking his path, then, carrying Chu Zihang, he fought his way through a bloody trail.

There's something the panel didn't say: in other dungeons, he might only be able to perform at seven or eight out of ten of his stats, but in this dungeon, he can perform at thirty out of ten of his stats, and he can predict the movements of every Deadpool.

Within Genji Heavy Industries, he should be considered a "Super S-class"!

Under the influence of the evolution drug, he was both more excited and colder than ever before. Like a novice butcher rushing into a slaughterhouse, he tried to control the lives of all beasts and become a highly efficient tyrant.

Even with one hand, Lu Mingfei still demonstrated a brutal battlefield dominance, quickly reaching Caesar and Genjiro who were providing cover, and placing Chu Zihang in a "safe spot".

"I was thinking of chatting with you for a bit, but this isn't the place." Caesar sighed, angrily slapping the elevator wall. "Damn it, how long is it going to take for the elevator to get to the top floor? Why is it so slow!"

A normally operating elevator is unlikely to be this slow unless someone is blocking it, but in the current situation, it's clear that no one would have the time or inclination to do that.

The earthquake may have triggered some of the elevator's built-in safety modes, but the only certainty is that it is still functioning normally.

"Two minutes and nineteen seconds, that's not slow. This is the best time. If it's too early, we'll be roommates with Deadpool in the elevator shaft. If it's too late, it'll be even worse." Without thinking, Lu Mingfei threw the gun on his back over. "I'll cover you, you guys provide cover."

"What? The explosives I planted are going to detonate in about thirty seconds! And where did you get so many Chicago typewriters? And alchemical bullets?"

Caesar felt a chill as he took the gun and cocked it. Being blown up by the explosives he had planted was no honorable way for a Catholic to die; if it were those lunatics from the equipment department, they might be excitedly smiling in their graves.

The Chicago Typewriter is one of the nicknames for the American Thompson submachine gun, whose rapid-fire sound is similar to that of an old-fashioned printer from the 40s. Other nicknames include "Donkey-Killing Submachine Gun" and "Chicago Violin".

It also made an appearance in Resident Evil 4, as a special firearm with unlimited ammo for fighting monsters. Its appearance here feels inexplicably fitting, since fighting Deadpool in a confined space is exactly what a "survival horror game" is all about.

"They can't kill us from a distance, but the chain explosions two and a half minutes later will. This bunch of guns is a long story; you can think of them as freebies from playing StarCraft."

Making things up on the spot, Lu Mingfei grabbed his knife and headed towards the Deadpool group again.

As he ran, he stirred up a gust of wind, which came swiftly, and when he stepped into the sea of ​​fire, it was both warm and dizzying.

He seems to have become a fugitive now. When did it start...? It seems like it was not long ago, but it also seems like he always has been.

Every year during the school's Spring Festival Gala, he would sit in a corner, watching the beautiful Liu Miaomiao, who was a grade 10 pianist, play the piano on stage, and watching the boys with special skills dance gracefully in black suits.

He imagined a helicopter descending from the sky, its rotors slicing through the night. Sunglasses-wearing agents, their faces cold and aloof, would communicate with him about their mission as if no one else was around. At the party, the flowers and butterflies would all stare in dismay.

That's so cool! In my imagination, he's as dashing as the outlaws guys talk about when they're chatting, but that's not the real outlaw in his heart—it's just a youthful fantasy with the outward appearance of an outlaw.

What is the real outlaw in his heart?

He is someone who never tires of love; in other words, he is a tyrant of love.

During his last holiday in junior high, he became fond of a TV series called "Tokyo Love Story". He couldn't stop feeling sorry for the character Rika Akana. He really liked the character Rika Akana - jumping up and down to reach the shoes on the tree, confiding his feelings to the still life. Who wouldn't love a girl like that?

So at midnight, he kept browsing the forum about "Tokyo Love Story" until he came across a post saying, "Maybe one day you will get tired of Tokyo, and you will get tired of living." The netizens below replied with their own cities, some saying Luoyang, some saying London, some saying Cuba, and some saying Shulan. Lu Mingfei thought of his own coastal town, typed it out, thought about it carefully, and then deleted it.

The city is there, with its towering buildings, perfectly intact. You can get tired of a city's prices, a certain tourist attraction, or a certain alleyway, but you won't get tired of being far away from it. What you really get tired of being far away from is a certain period of time that represents a relationship.

Humans crave love and to be loved. They grow weary of loving the people here, and thus weary of this city and of living.

Humans cannot tire of love.

Lu Mingfei thought so.

If a person doesn't carefully nurture their love, how will they respond to their loving partner and friends in the future?

If you don't tire of love, you won't be afraid of loneliness. You can close the door, hug your well-preserved little wooden box, and wait quietly, as long as you don't fall asleep. When the right person arrives, hand over the wooden box of equal value to them, then puff out your cheeks and loudly tell the world, "I'm not alone anymore!"

When he decided to deviate from his original life path, he knew what price he would have to pay. When he became stubborn, he was like the kind of person who would try to punch a hole in a wall with his head. Stubborn people never get tired of it.

Today he came to save people with a knife, and naturally, he felt an overwhelming sense of resentment.

At this moment, he is undoubtedly a thug, the real deal.

"Will there be another chance to say it later?"

Halfway there, Lu Mingfei suddenly seemed to remember something. He turned his head slightly, looking up at his teammates who were familiar but not so familiar with him. The flames made his collar appear deep red.

Do you know what my high school life was like?

No one could respond to him immediately on this topic, so he started talking to himself.

"I haven't finished high school yet, but it's pretty much over."

"Before my senior year of high school, I was a terrible kid. I wasn't good at adapting to the world and couldn't go out and explore new territories. My territory was very, very small... so small that I was sometimes a little dissatisfied. There were only a few people who truly cared about me, a few friends who valued me, and I lost them hundreds of times."