Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei's Dimensional Gate

Seeing the secret base again now, I can only feel how pathetic my past self was.

Lu Mingfei sat calmly to the side, staring blankly at the lock screen of the photo taken at the Tianshi Mansion bonfire party. After a long while, he finally unlocked his phone.

Turn off all settings that allow communication with the outside world, including the network.

After all, Kassel College, located in the United States, has inherited the American tradition of spying on other people's privacy.

Nono once used Norma, an artificial intelligence from Kassel College, to collect and profile all of his information on the Internet, and Nono used this information to make targeted judgments about him.

Kassel College really knows how to violate personal privacy. Could this "cult" be training spies?

If that's the case, then this is a big problem.

Parents who graduated from Kassel College could very well be “international fugitives”.

Lu Mingfei sighed deeply. As an "S"-level, he might not be as lucky as Zhang Chulan. At least Zhang Chulan was able to survive in the cracks and had the mind and strategies to stir up trouble.

He doesn't even know the truth about this world, except that he knows his world is called "Dragon Race"?

Dragons? Could it be... a group of "superhumans" gathering to slay dragons?

Things feel like they're getting more and more complicated.

There are even more "complex" things for him to deal with right now.

The half of the house, which was paid for with his own child support, is no longer habitable.

It's time to pack up and leave.

......

Inside a room, the sound of mahjong tiles clashing back and forth echoed.

The women's laughter could be heard intermittently; three women who looked to be in their thirties were playing mahjong with their aunt.

"Oh my, what a lucky hand! I won!" the curly-haired woman said with a smile, holding the cards her aunt had just played.

"Mingze's mom, you're not having much luck today, you've lost another three thousand." The heavily made-up woman teased.

The aunt, unfazed by the teasing, retorted, "It's normal to win and lose in mahjong. Don't let money ruin the bond between us sisters."

After pausing for a while, under the gaze of the other three, she reached for the designer handbag that was so close at hand. The distance was so close, yet it felt like it was a world away to her.

His hand landed on the bag, slowly opening it and counting out thirty bills from a stack of red banknotes, counting them over and over again.

Only after confirming that everything was correct did they hand over the money.

The curly-haired woman skillfully took the money and placed it directly on the table. A flicker of greed flashed in her eyes, but it vanished in an instant. She then smiled and praised, "..."

"Mingze's mother, you are so lucky. You are a full-time housewife and don't have to do housework. You are the only wealthy lady like this in our area."

"Oh, not at all. It's all thanks to my husband. He entrusts his salary to me without worry and fully supports me being a housewife. Such a good man is rare. He's a model husband, and all men should learn from him," the aunt said modestly.

"I'm so envious. Unlike us, our husbands often become cold or violent towards us because we play mahjong, and they don't even let us see their salaries," the heavily made-up woman sighed.

"You should get a divorce while you're still young and pretty, and move on to the next family soon, otherwise you'll suffer for the rest of your lives." The aunt felt superior after being flattered, and smiled smugly. She closed her bag, then suddenly stood up. "It's almost noon, I should go back and cook. Next time, next time we'll have a good fight."

The aunt turned around, her smile vanished, and she quickly adopted a bitter and resentful expression before stiffly leaving the room.

After confirming that her aunt had closed the door, the curly-haired woman placed the three thousand in front of the others.

"Take it all out and see how much we can get."

The three of them took out nearly ten thousand yuan in small amounts and started counting it, their mouths constantly chattering about gossip.

"I really don't know where this ugly freak got her luck. She actually found a coward like Lu Gucheng. Not only did she hand over all her salary, but she was also scolded like a dog."

"Not only that, but Lu Gucheng is the only one in his family who works. Yet, his family can still afford to send two children to elite schools and buy a BMW. I really don't know what underhanded methods they used."

"I heard that the skinny Lu Mingfei is the son of Lu Gucheng's brother. She often gives Lu Gucheng's family child support, and a lot of it at that. Could it be that she's having an affair with Lu Mingfei's father and making Lu Gucheng raise their child? Otherwise, why would she give so much child support?"

The curly-haired woman exclaimed in surprise, "Her? She wasn't that pretty when she was young. Any rich person who would be interested in someone like her must be blind. She'd be so ugly that even a homeless person wouldn't bother to pick her up. Who would want such a shrew who doesn't know what's good for her?"

"It's all ordered, three thousand two hundred yuan per person." The heavily made-up woman pushed the other two bills in front of the others, and the arrival of a stack of red bills silenced them.

The aunt couldn't hear the conversation among her card-playing friends; she had already returned home.

Pushing open the door, I found myself in an empty living room. Frustrated, I kicked off my shoes and walked into the kitchen in my slippers.

"Hmph, you three pathetic wretches. I only let you win because I pitied you. Next time, I'll win it all back with interest."

The aunt was still preoccupied with what happened at the mahjong table. She glanced around the kitchen with displeasure and discovered that the Cantonese sausages that should have been placed there two hours earlier were missing.

After searching high and low, it was still not found.

"Mingze, did you eat the sausage?" Auntie asked gently.

"I don't have time to eat," Lu Mingze replied simply.

"Strange, could it be that Lu Mingfei went online again?" the aunt muttered to herself in suspicion.

No, even if I go online, I'll leave my things at home before going online.

That scoundrel Lu Mingfei must not have money for internet access, so he used all the money I gave him to pay for internet access.

All these years I've been feeding this ungrateful wretch, he even embezzled the money meant for buying sausages, acting like he's never seen money before.

He's useless at everything except cooking. He doesn't create any value for the family, but instead consumes their resources and doesn't help with any household chores.

Lu Mingfei has become increasingly arrogant lately, thinking that being admitted to a foreign diploma mill gives him the right to be cocky.

The frustration of losing money, coupled with his past habit of acting arrogantly, and the shock and suspicion arising from the sudden setback, gradually filled his mind, and all of Lu Mingfei's past "mistakes" were brought to the surface.

Anger was building up, even his breathing had a slight creak, like a Chihuahua seeing an outsider, poised to explode.

The sound of the door being pushed open drew her attention. She stormed into the living room, glaring coldly at Lu Mingfei as he walked in.

Lu Mingfei came into her view.

Just as she expected, she came away empty-handed, without even a novel illustration, let alone Cantonese sausage or discounted milk.

His anger suddenly erupted, and he opened his blood-red maw and roared.

"Lu Mingfei!!"

Chapter 99 You actually dared to hit me

My aunt's roar was like a shrew from the east bank of the river.

With an invincible aura, he roared at Lu Mingfei, who had just entered the house.

Aside from being a little irritating to his eardrums, Lu Mingfei felt nothing else from the roar; it was as if he were facing a mad dog barking wildly.

Oh, and this mad dog is actually my relative.

Lu Mingfei narrowed his eyes and raised his arm to prevent the spit from landing on his face.

What are you barking like a dog?

She patted the spot where she had been yelled at earlier. It was an outfit she had bought for herself, which she treasured dearly and couldn't afford to get dirty. She said with a hint of disdain.

"You lost money again. Go yell at those women who won. The only difference between you, who only yells at your family, and a Chihuahua who's a bully at home, is that you stand on two legs!"

Lu Mingfei glared fiercely at his speechless aunt and continued.

"I've been missing for a month, and this is your fucking attitude?!"

"Do you still want my parents' child support? Do you still want to continue living here? Don't forget, half of this family's mortgage payments were made with my child support!"

After speaking, Lu Mingfei pushed aside his aunt who was blocking his way and walked towards the room he shared with Lu Mingze.

The aunt was intimidated by Lu Mingfei's fierce gaze. Her eyes widened, her mouth was half open, and she gasped for breath. She took a step back in surprise and stared in astonishment at Lu Mingfei, who was refuting and insulting her.

I can't believe what I'm seeing.

Normally, Lu Mingfei would bow and scrape, like a terrified dog, not daring to approach her as his mistress, and not even having the courage to look her in the eye.

What's wrong with Lu Mingfei? How dare he talk back to her!

They've really got some nerve; if you don't discipline them for three days, they'll be climbing on the roof and tearing off the tiles!

Enraged, her body trembled violently. Her sore spot was touched, and her face turned red and her neck thickened instantly. Her eyes widened, and she breathed heavily, brewing something like a lit firecracker with its fuse burning.

"You think you've learned something new just because you went out for a trip?! Don't think you're so great just because you know a few foreigners. I raised you, you have no right to talk back to me. The child support is what I'm entitled to. What's wrong with you living in my house and helping with my mortgage?"

After her aunt shouted out her anger, she calmed down a bit and realized that Lu Mingfei's gaze was not the usual meek and submissive look of a helpless person.

Like a vicious and violent villain, he could cruelly kill and devour anyone who offends him at any time.

People say that even a murderer's gaze is nothing more than this.

Her aunt's desire to continue arguing with him vanished considerably. She didn't even dare to follow Lu Mingfei back to his room. Her heart was pounding violently, as if it were being frantically pounded.

Unable to suppress his curiosity, Lu Mingfei wondered what was going on. Only two hours had passed, yet he seemed like a completely different person. Could it be that he had been suppressed too much and had finally rebounded?

She had heard of children who were severely oppressed developing thoughts of killing their elders.

Lu Mingfei had always lived under her tyranny. Her suppression of Lu Mingfei was extremely severe. Since she could not surpass Lu Lincheng's family in this generation, she would surpass them in the next generation.

As a result, her mentality gradually became distorted, and she became immersed in the pleasure of seeing the children of such outstanding people gradually become inferior to her own children.

If Lu Mingfei were to have any thoughts of rebellion, he himself would probably be the first to suffer.

Fear instantly gripped her heart, like a sword hanging over her head, slowly descending. She was filled with anxiety until Lu Mingfei entered the room. Only then did she dare to move her hands and feet, staggering into the kitchen, taking out a boning knife, holding it with both hands, and pointing it at the kitchen door.

No, no, no!

No, no!

"How could that be? This is a society governed by the rule of law! This is a society governed by the rule of law!"

"Someone will definitely uphold justice! Someone will definitely do it!"

The aunt leaned against the window, her hand trembling as she pointed a sharp knife at the kitchen door.

His eyes were bloodshot as he stared intently at the doorway, listening carefully to every sound, ready to throw the boning knife at any moment.

On the other side, Lu Mingfei pushed open the door and saw Lu Mingze staring at the computer desktop, idly sliding the mouse.

Lu Mingze turned his greasy face with its double chin towards Lu Mingfei, glancing at him sideways with displeasure.

"Lu Mingfei, what have you done now? Go apologize to my mom right now. Don't you want to eat lunch?"

Lu Mingfei slapped Lu Mingze across the face, leaving a handprint on his greasy face instantly.

"You call my name too?"