Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei's Dimensional Gate

Wang Ye dared not relax for a moment, keeping a close eye on Lu Mingfei's legs, and stretched out his hand to block Lu Mingfei from getting close, always maintaining a certain distance, enough for him to run away.

To ordinary people... even in his own eyes, Lu Mingfei was no different from an ordinary person.

As long as you feel it and use your abilities to peel away the layers of "mystery" surrounding him, that "mystery" will bare its fangs at you, and a chilling cold will rise from the depths of your soul, making you tremble uncontrollably.

He had experienced the dangers that came with the warlock's own abilities; he knew they could be coveted by those with ulterior motives and could be taken away by others.

He had also felt the danger brought about by the warlock's own abilities. In the face of "fate," he could only glimpse and influence some minor matters, and he also deeply felt the unfathomable nature of "fate."

Large beads of sweat rolled down Wang Ye's forehead from the corners of his eyes. He forced a smile, suppressed the hollow, hammering sound in his mind, and forcibly calmed his mind.

He thought to himself with a self-deprecating smile, "Wang Ye, Wang Ye, don't overestimate yourself."

Just as he was about to cup his hands in greeting, he immediately remembered that he was no longer a Taoist disciple, so he quickly put his hands down and exchanged a few pleasantries.

"Brother Lu, how have you been?"

"Not bad, just a lot of trouble lately." Lu Mingfei shrugged.

Troublesome matters? You're not planning to wipe out some powerful force that has existed for generations, are you? Wang didn't voice his suspicions.

"What are your plans next? I mean... is there anyone you don't like?" Wang Ye wanted to consider his words carefully, but in the end he decided to get straight to the point.

He didn't dare to ask Lu Mingfei about it in the inner realm, only verbally. As for Liu Yanyan, he didn't even dare to ask her much.

"Don't you like it?" Lu Mingfei didn't understand why Wang Ye asked such a strange question from the very beginning.

After all, the other party was once his benefactor, providing him with a huge amount of personal wealth, so answering a few questions is still necessary.

"I don't have any plans. I'm a lazy bum. When I have time, I travel; when I don't, I play games and occasionally go to work. That's all."

"You work at Dudu Tong?" Although Wang Ye was a bit tired lately, he wasn't completely unaware of what was happening outside.

"I'm just doing temporary technical guidance to make a living," Lu Mingfei said modestly.

Wang Ye's impression of Na Du Tong was neither good nor bad. Maintaining the balance of the supernatural world... As the inheritor of the Eight Extraordinary Techniques, he would stir up chaos in the supernatural world and cause it to become unbalanced. He was unsure how good Na Du Tong's attitude towards him would be.

If this possibility exists, Lu Mingfei might become a means, or rather a candidate, for Na Du Tong to deal with them.

From now on, let alone seeing Lu Mingfei, you'll have to run away as soon as you smell his scent, or you'll bleed from all seven orifices because of the technique.

He remembered that Lu Mingfei could be bought with money.

Wang Ye's gaze lingered between Liu Yanyan and Lu Mingfei. What would he do if it were Zhang Chulan?

Shamelessly beg for mercy? He couldn't do that.

He has some understanding of human relationships and social dynamics.

"Are you getting married soon?" Wang Ye asked.

"Not yet, but it should be soon." Liu Yanyan estimated her salary, wondering when she would be able to save enough for the dowry money that Lu Mingfei had casually agreed to.

“Perfect timing. I might not have time to attend your wedding later, so I'll cover the wedding gift money in advance.” Wang Ye opened his phone.

Having half of an eight-figure balance deducted gives the feeling that you're not using your own money.

He didn't even blink. All of this was earned through his own hard work and by sponging off his parents. As long as he behaved himself and didn't go to any secluded places of cultivation, his father would support him for life, even if he lived a life of extravagance and debauchery.

That should be enough, right? Wang Ye figured that he'd spent some money asking Zhang Chulan to protect his family, and there wasn't much left.

He cautiously observed Lu Mingfei and his companion.

Lu Mingfei picked up his phone and glanced at it. He saw the balance skyrocketing, reaching a number he never dared to imagine. His eyes widened in surprise, his mouth agape, and he froze on the spot.

Standing next to Lu Mingfei, Liu Yanyan was curious as to why he seemed to have been paused, so she leaned closer and followed his gaze to the numbers on his phone. She was equally astonished and speechless.

Suddenly, Lu Mingfei's hands began to tremble. He swallowed hard, engaged in a brief, intense, and difficult internal struggle, and finally spoke:

"Mr. Wang, has someone threatened you? I'll take care of it for you. I'll make sure it's clean and efficient, and no one will suspect you." His gaze was firm, his eyes resolute, and he had an expression of being ready to die for his cause.

"Huh?" This sentence left Wang Ye momentarily bewildered.

He clearly remembered that he was giving money as a wedding gift, not hiring a hitman.

Why does this guy start by talking about killing people?

He almost forgot that this guy used to hang out with Zhang Chulan. He thought Lu Mingfei was going to kneel down and acknowledge Zhang Chulan as his father.

Liu Yanyan sensed something was off: Wang Ye was confused and embarrassed, while Lu Mingfei was resolute and murderous.

He reached out and tugged at Lu Mingfei's hand, which brought Lu Mingfei back to his senses.

"This is a gift, not a hiring fee," Liu Yanyan whispered a reminder.

“Being rich is just being arrogant. Everyone else gives a few hundred dollars, but this guy gave eight figures. I’ve never even seen anything like it. I can’t exactly offer myself to him, can I?” Lu Mingfei replied in a low voice.

"You dare! You're not allowed to sell your ass!" Liu Yanyan pinched Lu Mingfei's hand hard until Lu Mingfei let out a soft cry of pain before she stopped.

"I asked around and found out that Wang might also be a successor of the Eight Extraordinary Techniques. The company's attitude towards the Eight Extraordinary Techniques is unclear. Wang probably wants you to let him off the hook next time you see him."

"This?" Lu Mingfei cleared his throat.

Wang understood that he also needed to express his opinion.

"Don't worry, Mr. Wang. You are our benefactor. I will never forget your great kindness. In the future, as long as it is within my power, come to me and I will definitely get it done for you," Lu Mingfei assured him, patting his chest.

Only then did Wang Ye breathe a sigh of relief. With Lu Mingfei's words, the huge weight that had been hanging over his heart finally lifted.

It seems that things that can be done with money are really easy to handle, without even needing to say much.

If it weren't for his exceptional skills, he would have been content to go back to sponging off his parents.

"See you later." Wang Ye stepped back in front of Lu Mingfei.

Lu Mingfei stared at Wang Ye's receding face and body, puzzled. Why was he walking backwards? Was he exercising?

"What should I do?" Lu Mingfei asked, holding his phone, somewhat at a loss.

"What else can we do? We'll just live our lives as they come. Do you expect to wear several gold chains and have a mouthful of gold teeth?"

"Wearing a big gold chain is fine, but wearing a big gold tooth means you'll only be able to live off a woman."

"Isn't it good to be a kept man?"

"I want to gnaw on a bone."

"I'll have pork ribs when I get home tonight."

"I want to eat sweet and sour pork ribs."

"I'll make it for you when I get back."

While they were talking, Wang disappeared into the crowd.

Wang Ye arrived at a deserted street corner, leaning against the wall and panting heavily, raising his arm to wipe the thick sweat from his forehead.

“Lu Mingfei seems more dangerous than before. My sorcerer’s intuition tells me that if I use Qimen Dunjia to check him, he will really die.”

After a brief encounter with Lu Mingfei, he not only forgot who he was going to see next, but also, as he was about to take a look at the table, his hand, which had been halfway through, finally fell down.

Having just left Lu Mingfei, he didn't even have the courage to start a game; he was so scared he almost lost his mind, and his stomach clenched.

He frowned, trying to recall a rather troublesome character he definitely had to meet.

“…Zhang Chulan!”

Make a phone call and arrange a meeting place.

After meeting Lu Mingfei and then Zhang Chulan, he suddenly felt that Zhang Chulan's matter didn't seem so serious.

Having weathered great storms... no, it should be said that he experienced raging waves and towering tidal waves before realizing that what he had experienced before were just minor storms, none of which had reached the point of overturning his understanding or frightening him.

Compared to what he was worried about, the affairs of these two people were insignificant.

Firstly, there's Feng Baobao. Her choices will affect the fate of many people. Her fate carries great weight, influencing Zhang Chulan, who is with her. Even though Zhang Chulan knows the dangers of Feng Baobao, he still keeps working and searching for ways to unlock the secrets within her.

Secondly, there is Ma Xianhong, who also has someone behind him who is similar to Feng Baobao, who will also affect the fate of many people, and who is also using some means to operate in the world of supernatural beings. The Divine Refinement of Biyou Village may just be the beginning.

They are all doing their utmost to plan and move forward towards their goals, even at great cost.

Many extraordinary individuals have had their destinies altered by their choices.

Of all the tricks woven by the Eight Extraordinary Skills, these two are the most active, one in the open and the other in the shadows.

In contrast, Lu Mingfei could not see clearly, and even dared not see, the weight of this person's fate; he had only changed the fate of one person.

Wang Ye's gaze moved upwards from the mottled asphalt road to the trees rustling in the breeze, then moved further up to the distant skyscrapers that came into view, with brightly colored billboards lining the buildings, above which was a clear blue sky.

The dazzling sunlight shone on the area. Under the azure sky, amidst the bustling city traffic, Wang Ye stood on the street, gazing into the distance.

He couldn't see what was deep in the sky, just as he couldn't see Lu Mingfei.

The sound of brakes reached Wang Ye's ears, followed by the clatter of the van coming to a sudden stop.

An unpleasant face popped out of the car, a faint smile on its face, and waved in greeting, "Master Wang, no, Mr. Wang, are you done with your work?"

Wang Ye opened the car door with practiced ease and slumped into the back seat. Zhang Chulan's stubborn and annoying face suddenly became adorable. "Drive quickly, get as far away from here as possible."

Zhang Chulan pulled down his sunglasses, gestured for Feng Baobao to drive, and asked in confusion, "Isn't this your home? Why are you going as far away as possible? Have you encountered a plague?"

"I didn't see him. I saw Lu Mingfei, but seeing him was like seeing a plague god to me," Wang replied weakly.

At this moment, Wang Ye gave Zhang Chulan the feeling that he had been thrown into a black mine and worked for days and nights without rest, looking exhausted, powerless, and haggard as if he had been drained dry.

Zhang Chulan was somewhat surprised and a question arose in his mind.

He knew a thing or two about Lu Mingfei's background, at least he had spent time with him at the beginning and had a general understanding of his temperament, so why was Wang Ye so afraid of Lu Mingfei?

A sorcerer even stronger than Zhuge Qing could be so afraid.

He glanced at the patterned tie that Feng Baobao was reluctant to take off around her neck; she had even worn a suit specifically to match the patterned tie.

Based on the information I had gathered about Lu Mingfei, I had a guess.

Wang wouldn't have been able to figure out what happened to Lu Mingfei through some method, would he?

“I’m familiar with Lu Mingfei. Did he make you angry? I’ll take Bao’er and go teach him a lesson right now.”

"Zhang Chulan, that's enough!" As soon as Wang Ye heard that he was going to see Lu Mingfei again, his hand instinctively went to the handlebars, ready to jump off the bike at any moment.

Wang Ye's reaction surprised Zhang Chulan.

"Are we still going to find Lu Mingfei?" Feng Baobao stared blankly at the stunned Zhang Chulan and the nervous Wang Ye.

"Don't go."

Zhang Chulan and Wang Ye said in unison.