Lu Mingfei, become the king of gambling in dungeons!

Chapter 80 The Night of the Assassination Attempt (Part 1)

"You won't be getting any more midnight snacks from now on." Lu Mingfei sighed, as if he were uttering a harsh statement without any real threat, or perhaps a declaration of the end of the world. He got on his Honda VTX1800 motorcycle and turned around to leave.

He glanced at his watch; there were still three hours and seven minutes left until Lu Mingze and his promise to "strike Tokyo's death knell six hours later."

Even now, it turns out he still favors that devil and is still willing to believe that some of the things he said were sincere.

Just as the younger brother understands the older brother, the older brother also understands the younger brother's thoughts.

He is now heading to the Yamanaka Shrine of the Hebi-Hachi family. Tachibana Masamune has hidden a vial of ancient dragon blood in the shrine. According to Tachibana Masamune, this vial was originally intended for the Hebi-Hachi family patriarch, Genji Chisei, to use in a life-or-death struggle, but now he has gladly accepted it.

Having only one piece of ancient dragon blood is far from enough. Even entering dragon form won't turn the tide. Just looking at the data, you can tell that Lu Mingze is not comparable to the useless siblings Jormungandr and Fenrir. If it were those two dragon kings, they would probably be instantly killed by Lu Mingze—Fenrir might be able to withstand a few more hits.

Just as Lu Mingfei was lost in thought, his phone rang. It wasn't the one his staff member had given him, but the iPhone that Lu Mingze had given him. It seemed to be his own phone at this moment.

Instead of using the Apple phone that Lu Mingze had given him to record the clapper sound, he deliberately took someone else's phone.

The moment he realized the purpose of the clapper, he subconsciously thought of keeping it as a backup plan. As soon as he heard the sound of the clapper, Lu Mingze could no longer be affected.

He had indeed always been somewhat wary of Lu Mingze. The younger brother and older brother could more or less guess each other's thoughts, but Lu Mingze guessed his thoughts more often, while he guessed Lu Mingze's thoughts less often.

"Hey, Caesar?" Lu Mingfei, his thoughts wandering, answered the phone listlessly. "Get to the point, or the number you dialed is out of service."

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"Where have you been? Damn it, get back to the shop and serve some customers!" Caesar's voice was somewhat inaudible; he was probably dancing in the cabaret while holding some incredibly heavy object.

"Young Master Gattuso, the more I hear you, the more you sound like a madam calling a courtesan home." Lu Mingfei was utterly speechless. What kind of time was this for him to be picking up a customer like that?

"Come back quickly! Chu Zihang and I can't fight alone!" Caesar cried out urgently.

Is this how you use the phrase "one hand cannot clap"? How can two people not clap? — Lu Mingfei's lips curled into a grin.

"Chu Zihang and I really can't do without you."

Caesar's constant urging was getting irritating to Lu Mingfei, who impatiently accelerated to top speed. "What the hell are you rushing me for? I'm saving this planet! You have no idea what kind of overpowered thing I'm about to face. I'm about to explode! Do you even know my predicament, buddy?"

Caesar didn't reply. Lu Mingfei heard a loud crash over the phone, as if something weighing hundreds of kilograms had collapsed the sofa.

Lu Mingfei asked, puzzled, "What's that sound? Are you playing sumo wrestling over there, buddy? Judging from the sound, you're taking on five opponents at once?"

"This is the guest that Chu Zihang and I are currently receiving, along with her group of girlfriends," Caesar said in a low voice.

"—Then your situation is indeed worse."

"That's alright. I can handle any woman with ease. My arms can protect my chastity while allowing them to lean on me."

"Hehe, I admire you so much, Mr. Italian Load-Bearing Wall."

Lu Mingfei hung up the phone after saying a few words of comfort, and immediately another call came in.

The person who called this time didn't even have a contact name, but Lu Mingfei still answered while speeding along. He was probably lonely right now and needed his friends to come over and chatter nonsense.

The endless downpour in Tokyo was really disturbing the peace. Lu Mingfei activated his forbidden domain—or rather, his royal domain. The unfolding royal domain expelled the rainwater from his side, and dark winds surrounded him. At this moment, he felt a long-lost sense of dryness and comfort.

Driving a motorcycle while riding the Royal Domain Windbreaker, I wonder if that's the most embarrassing thing to do in the Royal Domain.

After waiting for more than ten seconds, there was still no human voice on the other end of the phone, only a familiar cat meow.

"She asked you where he is?" The old man on the other end of the phone translated impatiently. Only then did Lu Mingfei realize that the person who called him was Erii. Erii's words would cause someone to die, so she usually couldn't speak.

The reluctant translator was Uesugi Koshi, and judging from the content of the translation, he clearly brought strong personal emotions into his work.

Uesugi gritted his teeth: "She said she freaking doesn't know how to feed this fat cat!"

"I don't really know either. It's so fat, I guess I can just feed it some canned food." Lu Mingfei then remembered that he still had his cat "Little Bird Swimming". He had almost forgotten about this fat cat and just tossed it aside before fighting the king.

Uesugi Koshi almost ground his teeth to powder: "She said she really misses you, she said she wants to come see you."

"I'm fine, don't come looking for me, I'll be back soon—" Lu Mingfei's comforting lie got stuck in his throat. He didn't want to tell Erii that kind of lie. He wouldn't go back, whether he won or lost.

If you win and leave the instance, and lose and start a new one, what does it matter?

He was a little tired.

Winning game after game, becoming more and more unparalleled, but that damned loneliness never really left; it was just suppressed by a phantom-like dream.

Once he was tired and relaxed, the sense of separation between reality and illusion hurt him so much that he grimaced.

Actually, it would be better to accept Lu Mingze's one-quarter deal. Lu Mingfei thought terribly, if he accepted Lu Mingze's deal he would have everything. Erii would remember that he liked him in real life, he could sleep soundly and play all day long, and he could go to Kassel University and pretend to be a harmless S-class.

It's just the death of an important person. That person was so rebellious and disobedient, so let him die!

There are so many happy people in this city. Happy people all over the world gather in city after city. What does it matter if there's one more unlucky person? Lu Mingfei was choked by sadness and wanted to cry. He hadn't really changed much, but he had put on a layer of steel armor and mounted a steel steed.

Even if he wanted to cry like that, he would never want to go back to his aunt's house. He would rather die than go back to being that awkward guy who was looked down upon by everyone.

Being looked down upon is something one can tolerate, but for that boy who once lacked love, giving up on any of the important people he loved was a capital offense.

"Brother, do you want to make a trade? This is the final ultimatum: trade a quarter of your life for it—" Lu Mingze's complex voice rang in his ears.

"Get lost, get lost, I'll hang you up and beat you in a minute." Lu Mingfei pulled out his staff member's phone from his pocket in an annoyed tone, intending to play a clapper sound to hang up Lu Mingze's chat request.

"I, Lu Mingfei, have only just begun to experience love and being loved. I will take control of the perfect ending to my love myself, instead of relying on the devil's hand!" The boy riding the steel steed roared in a low voice before severing the connection with the sound of a clapper.