Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei's Dimensional Gate

When Lao Tang woke up, he found himself all alone.

He remembered that his nose had been blocked just now, and the next second... the next second, he immediately looked down at his body and thankfully nothing was missing.

He was simply strapped to a steel chair with a concrete base.

"Waaaaah? (Is anyone there?)"

His mouth was stuffed tightly, not just sealed like in movies, but with a towel or something similar stuffed directly into his mouth and then plugged from the outside.

It can only make a whimpering sound.

What did he do to deserve this? Why is he always having trouble wherever he goes?

Is he just having a run of bad luck lately? Maybe he should wear red underwear to ward off bad luck.

A wave of desolation washed over him. He had just returned to his hometown when he was tied up and hadn't even seen his friends. He was in a truly miserable situation.

Only after he finished grieving did he turn his attention to his surroundings.

This is a warehouse, about the size of a football field. The goods on the shelves have been almost completely emptied. The place where he is is very empty, with nothing around.

If he had superpowers, he would have run away long ago.

Perhaps I can even give Lu Mingfei a helping hand to repay him for the care he has given me during this time.

Old Tang rocked the chair back and forth in an attempt to move it, and as you can imagine, he realized that he was just an ordinary person.

"No need to waste your energy, Ronald Tang, an American of Chinese descent."

The warehouse door opened, and a young man came to him. His clothes exuded nobility, and he always walked with his head held high, looking down on people.

Old Tang suspected that his nostrils had been trained to produce sound waves comparable to those of a bat, otherwise he wouldn't be able to walk without falling over.

"It really took a lot of effort to catch you." The young man pinched Old Tang's face harder, as if he were talking to himself, but also as if he were talking to Old Tang.

"You lowly thing, you're really lucky that someone would give you 100,000 US dollars."

“I, Zhao Xuzhen, will not let you die without knowing why. You died because of him, the little boy who destroyed our headquarters.”

Zhao Xuzhen took out a photo and pried open Lao Tang's eyes, making him stare intently at the photo.

Old Tang recognized the little boy in the photo. This was the guy who had been following him all along. What was his relationship with him, and why was he being involved with him?

Zhao Xuzhen burned the photos.

The Zhao family is an outstanding mixed-race family, both in mainland China and Europe, and I, who enjoy the title of knight, am one of the most outstanding mixed-race families in the Solomon Temple.

Zhao Xuzhen should have married Jiang Wanzhi, who was also of noble lineage and had a previous marriage, and then had children of noble lineage. However, that woman ran away and came to this so-called small place to develop her career. She even married a cowardly coward, which made her feel extremely humiliated.

He felt that something precious had been taken away from him, something that belonged only to him—the woman who bore him children of noble blood.

He used his privileges to summon a dragon, intending to forcibly take the woman away and make that coward watch him and the woman hold their wedding.

But just as he was putting his plan into action, headquarters suddenly lost contact.

He, who was expected to become an elder, stared at the ashes of the Solomon Temple headquarters for a long time without saying a word, his fingernails digging until they bled.

Enraged, he injured the coward, but unexpectedly, the Zhou family intervened, using powerful alchemical weapons to force him into a retreat.

He kept in mind the Zhou family's meddling, as well as the Jiang family's dishonesty and ungratefulness.

After calming down, they investigated the culprit through informants near headquarters: a little boy, and the catalyst, Ronald Don.

Seeing the little boy chasing Ronald, he had an idea. He could kill Ronald and frame the Zhou and Jiang families, thus getting the little boy to eliminate the two families for him.

He could also use this opportunity to annex two families, become the top power in the country, rebuild his own Solomon Temple, and have those outstanding female hybrids give birth to outstanding hybrid offspring for him.

Old Tang shook his head frantically, indicating that he really didn't know the little boy.

But the person in front of me just wouldn't listen.

He just kept talking to himself.

"I can't let you die so easily, because the destruction of your headquarters has deprived me of the possibility of becoming an elder, and has deprived me of the possibility of collecting women of high bloodlines!"

Old Tang strongly suspects he has been kidnapped by a mentally ill person.

Because of their own unpleasant experiences, they take their anger out on him and vent their dissatisfaction on him.

This time, we're really screwed.

Zhao Xuzhen flexed his fingers and punched Lao Tang in the face, blood staining the towel in Lao Tang's mouth.

Zhao Xuzhen showed no sign of stopping, as if venting his pent-up anger, throwing punch after punch.

He laughed when he saw Old Tang spitting blood.

Remove the towel that was stuffing into Lao Tang's mouth.

"The screams are more exciting, just like a woman's."

Anger burned in Old Tang's chest, his eyes gradually sharpened, and a very faint golden light emerged from the depths of his eyes.

Zhao Xuzhen punched Lao Tang in the cheek again, knocking out a tooth.

He suddenly stopped and listened to the sound coming from his earpiece.

"Boss, two men have come in. They want Ronald Don, whom we kidnapped. They'll kill us if we don't give him to them."

"Kill them? How could a teenager possibly kill a second-generation species? The Zhou family must be exaggerating to solidify their position." Zhao Xuzhen had heard this rumor when he was pursuing Jiang Wanzhi.

He's not the reincarnation of Xiang Yu, the Hegemon-King of Western Chu, so how could there be such a powerful boy?

Before he could even turn around, he heard a scream through his earpiece, "Boss, that guy with the knife killed our brothers before we could even lift a finger..."

"Fools, use your Word of Power to kill them. Don't let them ruin my good time."

"...Boss, we used them, even rockets! Those two weren't hurt at all. The flames from the explosions bounced off an invisible wall. More than a dozen of our brothers were seriously injured. That guy is coming! Boss, help us—"

Zhao Xuzhen spat, "Useless things, then kill Ronald first, and then kill you intruders."

He had just taken off his headset when he heard a voice he recognized before, "Solomon's bastard, who are you planning to kill?!"

Old Tang vaguely heard a familiar voice, and tried to speak but only murmured, "Ming Fei..."

"You half-bloods think you can compare to me?"

As the whistle blew, a dark figure crawling on the other side of the warehouse came to Zhao Xuzhen's side, its head hanging down in front of him.

This is a fourth-generation species with excellent bloodline, whose strength is comparable to that of a third-generation species. It is tamed by the Temple of Solomon. Even such a powerful dragon has to kneel at its feet, let alone a weak hybrid.

Zhao Xuzhen approached the dragon's head as if walking towards a throne, and took the reins that had bound the dragon for life.

As long as he stands on the dragon, he can kill even an S-rank dragon.

Old Tang stared blankly as this enormous creature suddenly appeared, his pent-up anger dissipating. He hadn't expected that such fantastical creatures actually existed in this world, and Lu Mingfei was no match for him.

He wanted to shout for Lu Mingfei to leave, but being injured, he could only call out Lu Mingfei's name softly.

boom!

The warehouse door was kicked open, sunlight streamed in, and a person stood upright in the sunlight.

"Old Tang, are you still alive? If you're dead, I'll go on a killing spree!" Lu Mingfei shouted.

"Arrogant brat!" Zhao Xuzhen pointed a finger, and the dragon, resembling a winged lizard, lashed out at Lu Mingfei with its tail.

Old Tang clearly saw the tail rapidly approaching Lu Mingfei. With all his might, he shouted, "Mingfei, run! There's danger!"

Snapped!

The powerful tail whip lashed through the air and struck Lu Mingfei.

"Die, you brat!"

Zhao Xuzhen laughed loudly, "Everyone who offends me must die."

"Oh? Is that all you've got?" Lu Mingfei grabbed the whip with one hand and scratched his chin with the other.

Zhao Xuzhen gasped.

Lu Mingfei, who had just barged in, caught an attack comparable to a third-generation species with one hand?

Is this something that mixed-race people can do?

"Attack! Keep attacking you, you damned stupid dragon!" Zhao Xuzhen stomped on the dragon beneath him again and again.

Upon hearing the command, the dragons opened their enormous mouths and exhaled breath that condensed within them.

Suddenly, the room was filled with a brilliant golden light, and a pair of golden eyes as bright as the moon flashed by, accompanied by an irresistible voice.

"Shut up!"

The dragon instantly shut its mouth, its body trembling uncontrollably, as if it had seen a mouse with a cat.

"Stupid dragon, I am your master! Kill him!" Zhao Xuzhen said angrily, stomping on the dragon under his feet again and again.

Lu Mingfei glanced at Zhao Xuzhen and saw Old Tang, who was tied to a chair.

"Brother, I'm late."

Lu Mingfei left a trail of white lightning as he arrived beside Lao Tang and untied the ropes binding him.

He carried Old Tang away.

Old Tang whispered in Lu Mingfei's ear.

Watch out behind you.

Zhao Xuzhen had given up on the terrified dragon clan and was now wielding a sharp blade, aiming for Old Tang's back.

He suddenly realized that no matter what he did, he couldn't get any closer to the two of them.

They could only let Lu Mingfei carry Lao Tang away.

At this moment, he lost control of his body and seemed to be able to only watch helplessly as everything happened.

His body's instinct made him look down to see what had happened, but his body fell to the ground piece by piece, and half of his head rolled on the ground for a long time before stopping.

The last thing he thought of before losing consciousness was, "When did he do it?"

Upon seeing Lu Mingfei leave, the dragons smashed through the warehouse and fled in panic.

I had only taken a couple of steps when I encountered a boy holding a Japanese sword, with a small mountain of more than a dozen corpses at his feet.

As if sensing something, he turned his head, his glowing eyes fixed on the dragons who had just escaped, his Japanese sword already poised to strike.

the other side.