In another world, Lu Mingfei is learning card making.

"What are you doing? Is it a demolition project?"

Auntie, her hair disheveled and shuffling in slippers, rushed out of the inner room. Upon seeing what Lu Mingfei had done, she yelled, "Good heavens! Have you gone mad? Why didn't you knock before opening the door? This security door cost over three thousand yuan! The little money your parents gave you isn't even enough to cover your expenses!"

Lu Mingfei ignored her completely, only concerned with finding a bed to sleep in—he had already used today's "spark," and he felt he couldn't win an argument with this prematurely menopausal shrew by just talking.

Even if Spark was used, it's unlikely to be convincing, since Spark only gives people a good state of mind, but it can't make them do things they wouldn't normally be able to do.

Seeing that Lu Mingfei didn't speak, his aunt became even more agitated. She strode up and blocked Lu Mingfei's path, pointing her finger directly at his nose, and her voice rose another octave:

"Stop right there! I'm talking to you! Can't you see the mess you've made of this door? I haven't even settled the score with you for the fight a few days ago, and now you're vandalizing it again. Are you trying to drive me crazy?"

"Let me tell you, you're not sleeping tonight until you explain this clearly! Do you know how expensive it is to maintain a new car that your uncle just bought? Do you know how hard it is for us to save money and send you to school? Look at you, always causing trouble, how do you treat us?"

"A new car?" Lu Mingfei waved his cane, making a whooshing sound. "That BMW? Auntie, do you know how long it would take my uncle to save up to buy that BMW?"

Auntie's face froze, as if she had been slapped.

"What...what did you say?"

Aunt's voice instantly turned sharp and shrill, like a wild cat whose tail had been stepped on and howled.

No, it doesn't sound that good.

"What do you mean?!"

Startled by the fierce roar, Lu Mingfei almost admitted that he had said something wrong.

But when he gripped it tightly, the icy coolness of the 'Divine Iron' that remained even after prolonged handling brought Lu Mingfei back to his senses—

Alex Mercer remained unfazed by Blackwatch and the American army. "I just saw an auntie, what's there to be afraid of!"

Lu Mingfei stared intently into his aunt's eyes and asked, word by word:

I asked, "BMW, where did you get the money?"

Her aunt's lips trembled, her face flushing red and then pale. Suddenly, she reached out and grabbed at Lu Mingfei's collar!

Lu Mingfei's eyes lit up. The practice he had done all day had etched the memory into his muscles. With a lift and a strike of the short stick, he shifted his weight and caught his aunt's outstretched hand between the stick and his arm.

Feeling the greasy texture of his aunt's arm, Lu Mingfei felt nauseous: "Can't answer? Fine, I'll ask another question."

"Auntie, I remember you lost 1200 last time. Which hand did you use to lose it?"

"You... Ah!!!"

Before his aunt could answer, Lu Mingfei twisted the stick, dislocating one of her arms on the spot.

Lu Mingfei looked at his aunt, who was holding her arm and wailing, and couldn't understand why she was crying so hard. It was just a dislocated shoulder, why was she crying so much?

When he and Rong En were sparring, they both dislocated their joints, were treated and helped back in place, and then they could continue sparring, right?

Oh, right, I didn't help him back.

Actually, it's not really Lu Mingfei's fault. When he and Rong En were treating dislocations, they always handed the dislocated joint to the other person to be helped up. This was the first time they used it in actual combat, and who knew someone would try to pull the dislocated joint back in?

But we're not afraid of going back. Rong En said that our treatment is comparable to that of the old doctor in the village who treats sprains and bruises—although only in the treatment of dislocations.

Lu Mingfei spun his aunt, who had fallen to the ground, around her, and with a twist and pull, put her bones back in place.

Then, ignoring his aunt who was lying on the ground in shock and uncertainty, he went into the room and lay down on the bed to sleep.

When Lu Mingfei woke up, the sun was high in the sky. He picked up the Divine Iron in his hand and got out of bed.

He usually sleeps very well, falling asleep at 10 p.m. and waking up at 6:30 a.m.

But it's easy to go from frugality to luxury. Even though it's only been a week, he's already gotten used to the double bed he slept in at school and the mattress that was so soft it could distribute pressure to every corner of his skin. Now that he's back, he just can't sleep in a plywood-framed iron bed.

If you can't sleep, you'll wake up late, so Lu Mingfei didn't get out of bed until almost noon.

The first thing to do after getting up was, of course, to get something good to eat—but now, there was no magic school cafeteria here, and no free meat or Yorkshire pudding, so Lu Mingfei could only run to the kitchen and scavenge for food as much as possible.

...Next week, I must learn how to craft the gourmet series of magic cards.

Lu Mingfei made up his mind and took out some smoked bacon from the outside of the refrigerator to cook and eat.

Having finished foraging for food, Lu Mingfei finally decided to head to his beloved school. But as he walked, his mind, still foggy from a restless sleep, gradually cleared: Something seems off today.

First, there was his aunt. It was noon, but she wasn't home. Instead, she ran out to do something. She didn't even hide the foreign snacks that Lu Mingze was "specially provided" for—that box of smoked bacon—and let Lu Mingfei take it out and eat it.

Secondly, there's his uncle. Even if he pretended not to know last night, seeing this front door this morning should make him realize what happened at home. But the fact that he didn't drag Lu Mingfei out of bed is rather strange…

Lu Mingfei rubbed his chin twice, deciding to stop thinking about these things—he would go to school first, and as Rong En had said, he would "punish your enemies," and punish that guy who spewed filth...

But just as he reached the school gate, that person walked right towards him. However, compared to his arrogant, bruised and battered appearance yesterday, his face was now filled with fear. The moment he saw Lu Mingfei, he trembled and rolled into a ball—

"Hey buddy, what's wrong with you?" Lu Mingfei stopped him with his cane, and he obediently stood still. Judging from his expression, it seemed as if if Lu Mingfei were to utter a few angry curses, he would kneel down and beg for mercy, pleading for the life of a commoner.

Well, it has to be said, Lu Mingfei had considered what this person would be like after the "punishment": Would he be beaten into submission and become his servant? Would he gather a bunch of hooligans to come knocking again, only to be beaten up once more? Or perhaps he'd simply be spineless enough to seek out the teacher again, only to have Lu Mingfei beat up the teacher once more...

—But Lu Mingfei never imagined that before any punishment even began, the enemy would turn into a bunch of spineless wimps.

No, if I consider this soft-legged shrimp an enemy... then what am I? The superior species of the soft-legged shrimp, the cartilaginous fish?

"Tell me honestly, what's going on?"