Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei's Dimensional Gate

"This is the contact information for our company. If you really want to return to China to develop your career, you can contact us." Attorney Zhou handed Lu Mingfei an ordinary business card.

Lu Mingfei glanced at the information above; it only contained the words "Zhou Family" and a phone number.

"Can I get vaccinated abroad?"

"...Okay, but I don't recommend you call home from abroad. It's very likely to fail. Norma from Kassel College will intercept the call based on the importance of the information you're giving, or even hang up the call directly."

Although Lu Mingfei was somewhat displeased, he did not show it.

Artificial intelligence is so annoying; there's no way to even become a traitor.

Lu Mingfei watched Lawyer Zhou leave.

Even if you know the true world of dragons, what difference does it make? Life goes on, and studies must continue.

Watching the countdown timer in the corner of my vision, counting down second by second, I ate my food listlessly.

There's nothing fun to do lately.

Ah! I've got it.

He took out his newly bought phone and sent a message to Lu Mingze.

A tragic article written from the perspective of "the setting sun," depicting a gambling mother, an alcoholic father, an injured younger brother—basically, the most miserable aspects of life, ending with a caption.

"goodbye......"

It ends tragically.

For a long time, the other party ignored him and didn't even come online. Normally, the other party would have replied and comforted him eagerly.

Oh no, I seem to have become the butt of everyone's joke.

Feeling extremely frustrated, Lu Mingfei decided to walk back to his little apartment.

......

Zhou Qihua returned to his temporary residence.

He took off his custom-made suit, revealing neatly arranged scales on his arms that gleamed eerily in the sunlight. With each breath, the scales exhibited a peculiar rhythm, contracting and expanding.

He folded his suit jacket and changed into a loose-fitting casual outfit that would allow him to move around easily and cover the scales on his arms.

He took the pocket watch out of his suit pocket, stared silently at its metal case, and hesitated to open it.

"I'm sorry, child. I failed to protect you back then. This time, I will personally send that guy down."

The pocket watch and suit were placed together, along with a stack of documents.

Just after Zhou Qihua left, a series of intermittent crackling sounds came from his suit.

"Old Zhou! You've completed your mission of contacting the students at Kassel College. You should come back now. Where have you been?"

The voice rang out again, broken and intermittent: "Damn it, Lao Zhou, you're not going to get revenge, are you? Don't be impulsive. That guy is from the Solomon Temple Society, and we don't have any solid evidence to prove that he did it."

"Old Zhou! Old Zhou!!"

The sound lasted for several minutes before stopping.

Zhou Qihua got into a taxi, and soon the car stopped. He generously tossed down a few red bills.

He arrived at a company that was a Sino-foreign joint venture. The investors were in England, and the CEO's name was Ross Zhao, who was also of mixed Chinese and foreign descent.

Since the company was founded, the missing persons rate in this city has increased slightly, as has the situation in nearby cities.

Zhou Qihua went to great lengths to find out that Ross Zhao would be attending a press conference today and staying for two days, seemingly to prepare for someone's arrival.

The company entrance was already crowded with people, who were extremely interested in this person of mixed Chinese and foreign heritage who insisted on returning to China to develop his career.

There seemed to be a person surrounding the center of the crowd, and the people closest to the center seemed to be calling that person "General Manager Zhao".

The bodyguard wearing sunglasses lowered his head and muttered something to Ross Zhao.

"My lord, there are other mixed-race individuals from other families nearby. Should we avoid them?"

Ross Zhao answered the reporters' questions with a smile, and whispered to his bodyguard, "It's that guy again. Lure him to a secluded place and kill him with Deadpool."

"clear."

Zhou Qihua watched the crowd move from afar as several bodyguards followed Ross Zhao into a small van where no light could penetrate.

He found a taxi that was still watching the show nearby and casually took out a wad of cash.

"Follow the car in front."

"Just you wait and see, I'm known as the Prince of Flying Cars."

Zhou Qihua stared intently at the van in front of him, wishing he could dissect it bit by bit with his gaze.

The taxi sped along, keeping a respectful distance, while the van drove into a gloomy, dark alley.

"Stop, that's enough. You can wait outside." Zhou Qihua hurriedly stopped the driver who was about to drive into the dark alley.

"If I don't come out in half an hour, you can leave on your own."

The driver glanced at the bill, which was at least ten thousand yuan. Even if he worked for two months, he might not earn as much as he did today.

"How could that be? With a boss as generous as you, how could I possibly let you walk? So even if I have to wait here all day, I have no problem."

"..."

Zhou Qihua ignored the driver.

The fact that the other party drove into the alley meant that they had already figured out my whereabouts.

The other party should have a mixed-race person around them who can sense bloodlines.

He walked into the alley alone.

The three men stood not far from him. One of them was tightly chained, his body hunched over, letting out a low growl. His disheveled hair and a pair of golden eyes that gleamed with ferocity stared intently at Zhou Qihua, who had just walked in.

“You are merely a member of a branch of the Zhou family, while I am a candidate knight of the Solomon Temple. How dare you? Where do you get the courage to face me?”

Ross Zhao waved his hand, and the bodyguards released the chains binding Deadpool. Like a wild horse, Deadpool extended its severely deformed claws and opened its mouth, spewing a foul stench, and charged wildly toward Zhou Qihua.

He got into the van and left the alley without looking back.

Zhou Qihua carefully observed Deadpool, a monster who was once a hybrid, but now, due to the Dragon Blood Curse, had become a bloodthirsty monster.

He could tell from the bone structure of the face that the person was a native East Asian.

"True Word Technique..." Zhou Qihua's figure changed instantly, he grew taller and became much more robust, and his golden eyes shone through dark contact lenses, emitting a faint yellow light.

The fearless and brutal Deadpool would not let go of the hybrid with dragon blood flowing through its veins.

The clumsy lunging movements were like those of a child wielding a sharp blade in front of Zhou Qihua; although the attack was powerful, it was completely disorganized.

Relying on his years of practice in Baguazhang, he easily dodged the attack, raised his large, rough palm high, and slammed it down heavily on Deadpool's head.

A sickeningly loud cracking sound of bone splitting rang out.

Deadpool staggered a few steps, blood that had long since lost its normal color flowing from the corner of his mouth.

He collapsed to the ground with a thud, convulsing.

Zhou Qihua took out a small folding knife from his pocket, easily cut open Deadpool's skin, found the target organ, and stared at the organ in his hand.

His mouth moved but no sound came out, and this continued for several minutes.

puff.

He took a bite, blood splattered everywhere, fragments of organs flew everywhere, and his clothes were stained with blood.

The sounds of tearing and biting came from the alley.

"oops."

thump!

A figure fell from a height, crashing heavily to the ground. He slowly sat up, clutching his backside, facing outwards, and limped away.

He muttered curses under his breath: "Damn apprentice, he didn't even put a safety harness on me when he was fixing the air conditioner. He's trying to kill me."

Zhou Qihua stopped eating and looked at the figure not far away. He saw a thin, limping figure, a familiar voice, and a very exquisite watch on his wrist.

"Mr. Lu?"

Lu Mingfei's heart skipped a beat. He'd been recognized. He was wearing a fake beard; how could he possibly be recognized?

"No, you've mistaken me for someone else." Lu Mingfei didn't turn around and quickened his pace as he walked away.

"Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you." Zhou Qihua put down the offal that he had almost finished eating.

Lu Mingfei slowly turned around, nervously swallowing.

"I don't believe you. You just killed a humanoid monster and ate it. I think I taste better than the monster, so I'm scared."

Zhou Qihua wiped the filthy blood off his body and grinned, revealing a chilling smile.

"I have no reason to eat you, and you haven't awakened your dragon blood yet, so you're not edible."

Lu Mingfei felt a chill run down his spine. He was taking a walk when he saw Zhou Qihua and, curious about how mixed-race people in China carried out missions or how they usually operated, he followed him.

I happened to see the other person eating the monster from the rooftop.

The bloody and horrific scene caused him to slip and fall from the rooftop to the ground.

Fortunately, after practicing Qi for a period of time, my physical fitness has improved a lot, and the way I fell was relatively correct, so it was just a little painful but nothing serious.

So it turns out that hybrids really do devour each other. So the method the other party mentioned earlier for increasing strength is this kind of method?

No wonder no one is willing to improve the strength they are born with, as the price to pay is too heavy.

Could this treacherous world get any worse?

Lu Mingfei had already formed Yang Wu Lei in his palm and suddenly asked a question, always on guard against the other party.

"Is it good?"

Zhou Qihua glanced back at the Deadpool, who had lost most of his organs, and gently shook his head.

"No, dragon blood is highly poisonous. Even though the dragon blood in a hybrid's body has been neutralized by human blood, it still retains a considerable amount of toxicity."

Without losing his mind, Lu Mingfei's thinking was very clear. He frowned as he looked at the person in front of him who had helped him agree to the lawsuit and told him what the world of mixed-race people was like.

This made it difficult for Lu Mingfei to take action against the other party.

"Zhou Qihua!" A deep voice suddenly rang out from the sky, and several figures landed near Zhou Qihua.