Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei's Dimensional Gate

"Excuse me, may I ask who you are?" Lu Mingfei asked cautiously.

He was once again prepared to run away, thinking that he might be able to fight against the Four Madmen, whose offensive methods were not strong.

But the person in front of him gave him a very dangerous signal.

"Calm down, calm down, don't get carried away, don't get carried away." Xiao Zizai patted his face, forcing himself to calm down, took a few deep breaths, and restrained the murderous intent that had just been fully revealed.

"I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Xiao Zizai, male, 39 years old, a bit brutal, a temporary worker in East China. You should know what a temporary worker is, right?"

“I know.” Lu Mingfei looked at the other person suspiciously.

Feng Baobao is a temporary worker, but she's incredibly capable, even though she's not very bright.

Why are all the temporary workers so "normal"?

However, the killing intent emanating from the other party makes it impossible to determine whether it is genuine or not.

If the opponent isn't right, Lei Yanpao might really escape, and if he stays, he won't be able to defeat them.

Whether to run or stay, it was a dilemma.

"Could you give me Yongjue?" Xiao Zizai tried his best to keep his slightly trembling voice normal.

This... is a "feast", an unparalleled "feast"!

This trip to the Celestial Master's Mansion actually brought an unexpected surprise.

“I can’t make that decision. I’ve already reported it to my supervisor, and I need to take the person back to report.”

“Benefactor Lu, this man is not a temporary worker. He is a member of our Quanxing sect and has a grudge against me. Let’s hurry, or it will be too late.” Lei Yanpao’s voice came from the woods, sounding anxious and flustered.

"..." Lu Mingfei ignored Lei Yanpao's voice. It would be a miracle if you believed him. Yuan Tao wouldn't have been fooled so badly.

"You don't mind if I make a phone call, do you?" Lu Mingfei asked Xiao Zizai warily.

"Please go ahead." Xiao Zizai's voice conveyed composure and confidence.

Lu Mingfei then realized that his phone had lost signal again, and he stood there awkwardly.

"No signal? Do you need to use my phone?" Xiao Zizai smiled "kindly".

Chapter 88 Lu Mingfei, you finally showed some manliness today.

Lu Mingfei wanted to use it, but because Xiao Zizai was too scary, he didn't dare to go over.

The two people froze, or rather, all three of them froze.

"Would you like to toss me your phone?" Lu Mingfei asked cautiously.

“Okay.” Xiao Zizai nodded and tossed his phone to Lu Mingfei.

Lu Mingfei immediately dialed Xu Si's number.

"Fourth Brother, I'm in trouble. I've run into Xiao Zizai, a temporary worker from East China. He wants the Thunder Smoke Cannon I have, but I'm not sure if he's really the one."

"......?" Xu Si remained silent for a while.

Lu Mingfei didn't hear any sound from the other end for a while, wondering if he had dialed the wrong number. He picked up his phone and checked the number to make sure it was correct, but he still didn't know why the other party wasn't responding.

"Fourth Brother?"

"Huh? Oh, let me confirm." The phone then hung up.

Waiting is always agonizing, especially when the other party claims to be your colleague but looks like someone from a rival company, and wants to take someone from the rival company away from you.

A middle-aged man emerged from the dark woods, his bald head forming a "single-arch bridge" of hair.

"I understand your situation. This matter is quite urgent." Dou Le adjusted his heavy breathing.

He sensed Xiao Zizai's murderous intent but didn't take it seriously, thinking he might have encountered a fool from the Quanxing faction.

But when Xu Si called, he got nervous. An innocent kid, who was also the disciple-grandson acknowledged by the Old Master, was a big deal. He rushed over without stopping.

Although I know Xiao Zizai knows what he's doing, a young upstart like him has no sense of propriety. If a fight breaks out, things will get really serious. The Old Master will definitely take action against the company, and Xiao Zizai will most likely lose his job.

"I am Dou Le, the head of the East China region. This is Xiao Zizai, a temporary worker under me. Lu Mingfei? Xiao Lu, the Lei Yanpao Gao Ning you captured was once a disciple of Master Jie Kong. He injured a fellow disciple and fled. Xiao Zizai was also once a disciple of Master Jie Kong, so it's a feud between fellow disciples. You can rest assured that you can leave it to us to handle."

Lu Mingfei recalled the appearance of the person in charge of the East China region; his bald head, with hardly any hair left, looked exactly like the person in front of him.

Having largely lowered his guard, he returned the phone to Xiao Zizai.

“Benefactor Lu, no, Lu Mingfei, you and I are the only people in the world who can use the Twelve Labors Formation. Even if we don’t care about the monk, we should care about the Buddha. I was captured by you and should be handed over to Xu Si. How could you suddenly hand me over to someone else?” Lei Yanpao’s voice came from the woods.

Lu Mingfei scratched his head awkwardly, thinking that next time he arrested someone, he would gag them.

The two of them continued to wait for Lu Mingfei to make a choice, as if they hadn't heard anything.

Lu Mingfei remained unmoved, but Lei Yanpao panicked.

He knew Xiao Zizai's methods and nature; he was cruel and bloodthirsty. Falling into his hands was really worse than entering the fortress and being made a fool of every day.

"Mingfei! I still have a million in savings. As long as you hand me over to Xu Si, I can legally give all of this to you. Moreover, I will teach you how to upgrade the Twelve Labors Formation to its ultimate level!" Lei Yanpao's voice was rather anxious, and his voice unconsciously rose a few octaves.

Lu Mingfei still ignored Lei Yanpao's shouts.

How could he not be tempted?

That's a million-dollar deposit! A million!

But... Xiao Zizai was putting too much pressure on him. Even if he was shameless, he had to be shameless at the right time.

He could only mourn the millions who had already passed away.

"Lu Mingfei! You can't do this to me! Your Twelve Labors Formation was taken from me! I'm practically your master! You can't hand me over to Bao Jing!" Lei Yanpao became more and more agitated as he spoke, even shouting.

Still, no one responded.

thump!

A loud thud of someone kneeling came from the woods.

"Lu Mingfei, I beg you, I beg you! Take me away, and I will cooperate fully to enter the Dark Fortress. I will enter the Dark Fortress, as long as you don't hand me over to Bao Jing, you can do whatever you want with me!" Lei Yanpao seemed to have given up struggling and cried out in sobs.

Dou Le had already gotten through to Xu Si and handed the call to Lu Mingfei.

"Xu Si's."

"Just hand the person over to Lao Dou, and he'll take care of things 'cleanly' for us. You'll never see him again. From today onwards, the Twelve Labors Formation is no longer the ability of the Four Madmen of Quanxing, but the ability of an employee under the name of Na Du Tong Company. You can use this ability without restraint!" Xu Si briefly explained the situation.

Lu Mingfei nodded.

"Brother Xiao, thank you for your trouble. Lei Yanpao is right there." Lu Mingfei pointed behind him, quickly ran to Dou Le, who, despite his rapidly falling hair, seemed relatively safe, and returned the phone.

He breathed a sigh of relief when he confirmed that the murderous intent was no longer lurking around him.

"Lu Mingfei, you are ungrateful! I taught you the Twelve Labors of Love Formation, but don't think that joining Na Du Tong will free you from your Quanxing identity!" Lei Yanpao's voice echoed in the woods.

"Lu Mingfei, damn it..."

Before he could finish speaking, the trees shook violently, abruptly interrupting Lei Yanpao's next words.

Dou Le glanced at where Xiao Zizai had just been, patted Lu Mingfei on the shoulder, and pushed him away.

"Young man, you seem quite nervous. You haven't been in the world of supernatural beings for very long," Dou Le reassured him.

Lu Mingfei nodded.

"Don't be nervous. I'm an exception among the temporary workers under the person in charge. Zizai can be quite fierce at times, but he's usually very easygoing," Dou Le continued to reassure him.

A murderous intent that gushes like a fountain—that's considered fierce? Are you kidding me?

Lu Mingfei didn't dare to reply. Xu Si was the regional head, and he could easily pry what Lu Mingfei wanted out of him with just a few words. This person, who seemed even more experienced than Xu Si, was even more so.

I had no choice but to adopt the strategy of "not answering".

If they manage to pry out something they can't say, they'll most likely be sent to the bunker. Xu Si described that awful place in a terrifying way, like scaring a child, but it's very effective.

Dou Lejian saw that Lu Mingfei did not reply and assumed that the other party had some concerns.

"Don't worry, Xiao Lu. People from Quanxing rarely speak the truth. What he said just now was definitely trying to drag you down with him. What nonsense about formations? Once Gao Ning is dead, whoever controls him will use his methods. Don't worry about it, just let things take their course."

Dou Le pushed Lu Mingfei toward the Celestial Master's Mansion.

Lu Mingfei pursed his lips and just kept nodding.

No matter what the other person asks or says, just nod.

This instantly killed Dou Le's interest in Lu Mingfei, who had been somewhat curious about him.

......

"Shh..." Xiao Zizai's eyes were bloodshot, and he had a creepy smile on his face, with his finger to his lips.

With his other hand, he gripped Lei Yanpao's neck, silencing him completely.

“Brother Yongjue, I have always wanted to meet you for so many years, but I never expected that we would meet in this way.”

"Waaaah..." Lei Yanpao struggled with all his might, his arm lashing out at Xiao Zizai, but it felt like hitting a piece of steel.

His pupils trembled, and a look of despair surfaced deep within his cunning eyes, as large tears streamed down his cheeks.

He deeply regretted participating in the Quanxing Mountain raid, regretted not running away immediately after seeing Lu Mingfei, and regretted never having been so curious as to seek out Shen Chong's dog in the first place...

He couldn't utter a word of pleading, letting Xiao Zizai's terrifying gaze scrutinize him. Those eyes were like a scalpel, cutting open his flesh and severing his soul.

The mere act of being scrutinized felt like being in an ancient ice cave, the chill penetrating to the very soul.

This was the second time he had felt extreme fear since Lu Mingfei's glowing eyes.

"Senior brother's method is very good. It torments people's meridians, causing them to have emotional breakdowns and organ damage. The weak die on the spot, while the strong live out the rest of their lives in a half-dead state. The lucky ones can never recover to normal."

"Although it's a bit slow, isn't that a huge pleasure for someone like you who enjoys seeing others break down?"

"We are the same kind of people, only we are involved to different degrees and use different methods."

Xiao Zizai dragged the Thunder Smoke Cannon along the ground. The rugged mountain road should have caused the Thunder Smoke Cannon to bleed from friction, but Xiao Zizai's skillful handling left it unharmed.

"The attack on Longhu Mountain by the Quanxing sect involved people from North China, so my preparations this time were rather rushed, and I was unable to give you the ultimate enjoyment, senior brother. I sincerely apologize for this."

Xiao Zizai felt as if he had done something wrong and offered a deep apology to Lei Yanpao, whose face was filled with terror.

"Senior brother, today is my birthday. I'm quite satisfied with this 'first time eating meat', but your arrival has disrupted the plan, so that has become just a side dish before the 'main course'."

"I will take you to my humble abode so that my senior brother can experience my respect for you!"

Xiao Zizai pushed up his glasses in front of his bloodshot eyes, his expression a mixture of emotion, expectation, and sympathy.