Brass Dragons in the Dragon World

Lu Mingfei limped along the unfamiliar stone-paved road, surrounded by quaint traditional buildings. Several stalls displayed bronze artifacts from the Western Zhou or last week, with the owners sitting to the side, waiting for the fish to bite.

This is an antique street near Shilan Middle School, notorious for ripping people off. Most of the items there are made of nickel alloy with a bit of lead, but they insist on calling them gold.

There are some genuine items, but most are fish caught by fishermen in water pits. Don't try to find a bargain easily.

For a first-year junior high school student, this place is almost unattractive. Lu Mingfei touched his arm, where he had been injured earlier and now had bruises.

Lu Mingfei recalled what had just happened. He and Lu Mingze had just finished school when they were surrounded by people not far from the school.

The ringleader was the classmate who had clashed with him in class before. Instead of telling the teacher, he chose a way that seemed more satisfying: to find someone to beat up the Lu brothers.

"The Lu twins, I'll beat you to a pulp today."

The classmate who blocked the way was surnamed Qian and named Xinxin. He was somewhat unkempt in appearance, and some classmates privately called him "gorilla." His personality was also as irritable as that of a gorilla.

With an arrogant expression on his face, Qian Xinxin led a group of high school students to surround the Lu brothers. Lu Mingfei had heard that this guy lived up to his name, that his family was very rich, and that his father was a big boss, but he never expected that he would do such a thing.

"Brother, what do we do?"

Do you remember what the instructor said?

Lu Mingfei recalled what the instructors had said when they were teaching them military boxing at summer camp:

"Don't think you can take on ten people just because you've learned a little boxing. There are more of them than you. Run, understand?"

Exquisite boxing skills are meaningless in the face of numbers. Lu Mingfei reached for the water bottle in the side of Lu Mingze's backpack and whispered to him:

"Let's run together later."

The next moment, Lu Mingfei grabbed a water glass and threw it to the left. The metal bottle spun and hit a person on the head. The person cried out in pain and covered his head with both hands, creating a gap in the encirclement.

"go!"

The two ran towards the gap. Despite their young age, they were facing a life-or-death situation and both unleashed speeds far exceeding their usual limits. They split up and each chose a path to escape.

"Damn it, go after him!"

Qian, the student, delivered the standard villain lines and led a group of people to chase after Lu Mingfei. This was the guy who had pinned him to the table. He was going to pin Lu Mingfei to the ground and show him who the coolest guy in the class was.

A group of people chased each other, and Lu Mingfei took several blows to the hand. Fortunately, the group was chasing him; if it had been that fat Lu Mingze, he probably would have been surrounded and beaten up long ago.

And so, Lu Mingfei, relying on his remaining strength, managed to shake off the group, but this also left him disoriented. He had just started school and had no idea what the area around the school was like; moreover, the roads in Minzhou City were winding and convoluted, and Lu Mingfei was now somewhat panicked.

"Isn't this Mingfei? What are you doing here?"

Lu Mingfei turned his head and saw two people sitting at a table by the roadside. He recognized one of them as his uncle who had suddenly appeared: Lu Ande.

"Xiao Lu, what's this?"

"My nephew is studying at Shilan next door."

The speaker was the owner of the antique shop next door. Ande's teahouse had just opened and no one came, so Ande had to come out to chat with people. After a while, he started chatting with the owner of the antique shop next door, who was also very free.

"Shilan is a good school."

The antique shop owner looked to be over sixty years old. He was playing with a string of prayer beads in his hand, chatting and laughing with Ander.

Andra passed by Lu Mingfei and looked at the bruises on his arm.

"What's wrong? Did someone bully you?"

"Uncle De, I'm fine. I just fell on the way."

Lu Mingfei didn't want to cause trouble for this suddenly appearing relative, so he refused to say what had just happened.

"Bullshit, just say what's wrong, I'll take care of it for you."

Ander stared intently at Lu Mingfei and gently patted his shoulder.

"Tell me about before..."

Lu Mingfei remained silent for a while before finally making up his mind. He sniffled, suppressing the urge to cry, and stammered out what had just happened.

"Hitting a live target, so arrogant at such a young age?"

Driving a living person into the foundation of a building is a method of destroying evidence of a corpse. Some superstitious people believe that this can ensure the building is of better quality.

Ander clenched his fist and slammed it on the table, making the teacup on the table tremble.

"If he dares to touch you, I'll make sure he never sees the sun rise again."

While Ander was angry, Old Hu, the antique shop owner standing nearby, suddenly realized something.

"Qian Xinxin, is his father's name Qian Sichuan?"

Upon hearing the elegant and refined name Qian Xinxin, the antique shop owner immediately realized what it meant.

"Old Hu, do you know him?"

Old Hu fiddled with his prayer beads, revealing a profound and unfathomable smile, looking every bit like a fortune teller.

"Let me tell you, back then..."

Before Lao Hu opened his antique shop, he also worked as a feng shui master for a while and had some connections.

He once heard a colleague tell a story about a wealthy man who wanted to name his son. So he consulted a feng shui master to look at his birth chart. The feng shui master said that the son's five elements were lacking metal, and the name Xinxin would be the most suitable.

"That guy is a fraud. He's never been to school. He just made up a name like Xin Xin, and that rich guy actually believed him."

Old Hu could barely contain his laughter, and Lu Mingfei, standing beside him, was also amused and burst into laughter. He never expected that his classmate's unique name would actually come from a scam.

"At the time, this matter spread like wildfire in our circle, and everyone thought that Qian Sichuan was a sucker."

On the other side, Ander listened to Lao Hu's narration and nodded. Such a unique name, there was probably only one like it in Minzhou.

"Don't worry too much, I'll pick you up tomorrow. Anyone who dares to touch you, I'll make sure they don't see the sun tomorrow."

Ander said goodbye to Lao Hu, pulled Lu Mingfei into the house, took a hot towel from the kitchen, and handed it to Lu Mingfei.

"Apply some heat first, then I'll call Gucheng."

While Lu Mingfei wasn't paying attention, Ander applied a healing spell to him, which significantly reduced the bruises on his arm.

Half an hour later, Lu Gucheng and Lu Mingze picked up Lu Mingfei, who was playing a game of beach landing, at a teahouse. Before Lu Mingfei could shoot down the last plane, his uncle pulled him back home.

After the others left, Ander made a phone call using the shop's landline.

"Hello, yes, it's me. Help me find someone... Just send it via fax."

After a while, when the city lights were already on, the information that Ander needed finally arrived.

The balding, middle-aged, overweight man in the file tapped the photo lightly with his finger. He was so bored lately that he decided to find something to do.

such as……

Let's teach this guy a lesson.

Chapter Ninety-Four: The Ghost-Toothed Dragon Viper

That night, Ander carefully perused the documents in his hands, marveling at them.

Qian Sichuan was born into a working-class family. His parents were workers at the Jinchuan Cannery. They were honest and hardworking people, but their sons were all troublesome.

Qian Sichuan was the fourth son in his family. He had three older brothers named Qian Dachuan, Qian Erchuan, and Qian Sanchuan. These four brothers were considered the troublemakers in that factory back then.

Later, Qian Sichuan came to Minzhou to make a living, relying on the skills he learned from fighting in the factory to earn money by working as a game arcade operator.

Later, with the large-scale development of Minzhou, there were many construction sites. Qian, who had been clever since childhood, borrowed money from someone in Sichuan and bought a truck to transport construction waste to the construction sites.

This guy is thick-skinned, ruthless, and audacious. He gradually grew stronger with his skills and eventually monopolized the construction waste in a small area. His dump trucks also increased from one to dozens.

These dump trucks mostly cover their license plates with mud and overload their cargo beds to transport construction waste, making them virtually undetectable by traffic police.

Over the years, the nearby residents have suffered greatly from these overloaded and speeding dump trucks, but Qian Sichuan has made a fortune by relying on these dump trucks.

These kinds of information can be easily found through investigation, but while the dump trucks can be identified, it's difficult to get money out of them. In Sichuan, however, there are ways to get away with it by simply saying they are temporary workers.

Looking at the news in the file about the dump truck hitting and injuring the old man, Ander shook his head. This guy was too much. Ander was already considering whether to beat him to a pulp.

Actually, sinking into the sea isn't so bad; driving a live stake seems to carry the risk of being discovered.

Turning the page down, the next section detailed Qian Sichuan's family relationships. Looking at the information, Ander sighed:

"These guys really know how to have fun."

According to the records, Qian Sichuan and his wife had no children, while Qian Xinxin, who attacked Lu Mingfei, was registered under another woman's name.

In other words, Qian Xinxin was actually the child of a mistress, but she was also Qian Sichuan's only child.

What's even more interesting is that Qian Sichuan's wife and his mistress each own a house, but these days Qian Sichuan has been staying at a third place, not either of those two addresses.

"Good heavens, there's also Xiao Si."

Ander was stunned. This guy was already in his fifties, and all I could say was that he was still going strong. Judging from his pace, he probably wanted to have another son.

Ander took out a napkin, wrote down an address on it, got up, closed the shop door, and hailed a taxi.

"Master, to Buckingham Estate."

Buckingham Estate is where Qian Sichuan recently stayed overnight. It's a newly developed villa area in a relatively remote location, and not many have been sold, probably because the name sounds too rustic.

Along the way, Ander discussed with the driver whether the newly built roads were useless. They arrived at the still desolate villa area. The European-style facades looked like the kind of nouveau riche like Qian Sichuan would like.

"Sir, you..."

As Ender approached the gate, the security guard came over, so Ender discreetly rewarded him with a Charm of Humanity.

"I live here, but I forgot my keys."

The security guard, still somewhat dazed, opened the gate for Ander and gestured for him to enter.

"Please come in."

With the aid of magic, Ander entered the villa area without any hindrance. Under the cover of the lush surrounding plants, Ander's figure gradually disappeared in the moonlight.

Sometimes invisibility is really useful, especially for sneaking into locks or stealing things from the Blue Dragon's vault.

"It's time to go see that Qian Sichuan."

Following the house number, Ander arrived at a villa, easily climbed over the wall, and landed in the villa's small back garden.

Ander had already observed that the door between the back garden and the house was unlocked, allowing easy access to the house.

Pulling open the sliding door, Ander stepped onto the wooden floor. The house was spacious, with bottles and trash scattered on the ground. After turning a few corners, he could see a dining table with several dishes on it.

The faint sound of a woman's moans echoed in the quiet house, suggesting that Qian Sichuan was engaged in some pleasurable activity.