Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei Returns from Sekiro

If it were some unknown student who could use the power of words to achieve this level, Susie wouldn't be too surprised. The hybrid inherited an ancient power from the dragon race and named it the power of words.

That is a power that transcends the rules of physics and the realm of science; it is the deepest mystery of the world.

But this is Kassel College!

Under the Night Watch's commandments, no one is allowed to use incantations. That guy managed to cut bullets with a knife simply through his physical abilities and reflexes. Although it's theoretically possible given the physical capabilities of hybrids, theory is just theory and is vastly different from reality.

She listened attentively to Principal Angers' lecture, "The Genealogy of Dragons," which mentioned that many ancient emperors had dragon blood.

Especially in ancient China, emperors called themselves "Sons of Heaven" (or "True Dragons"), and their lineage granted them immense power to unify the world.

With her black hair, black eyes, and slender build, Susie was very familiar with Chinese people because Chu Zihang was Chinese.

She felt that the grim, masked man was the Chinese emperor who had crawled out of his ancient tomb. Qin Shi Huang's tomb hadn't been excavated yet, had it? He must have used some kind of alchemy to preserve his life. Today was his resurrection day. He had crawled out of his tomb, which had been sleeping for thousands of years, and traveled thousands of miles to America to end his own life.

My God! She must be crazy! The whole world has gone crazy!

A murderous aura permeated the silence, and with the final thud, the masked man's hand gripped the railing of the rooftop.

It was a fair and clean hand, unlike the hand of the person holding the knife, because it was too fair and delicate, with smooth and tender skin. Even Tang Sanzang's flesh wasn't that fair and clean.

Susie held her breath, cold sweat beading on her forehead. Her chances were slim, but her pride wouldn't allow her to kneel down and surrender.

She stopped treating this as a game a long time ago, because Qin Shi Huang was there to kill her, and that masked man was not a player at all!

Under such murderous intent, no one would think this is a game.

She is a strong-willed girl who will not yield even when faced with an opponent she cannot defeat.

Although it was rushed, the trap has already been set!

It's now!

She bit her Colt pistol, gripped a rope in her hand to adjust her direction, tensed the muscles in her right forearm, and pulled hard, sending a specially made net shooting out from the upper left, straight towards the masked man.

That's a specially made alchemical net from the Equipment Department, made with the latest research and development of ultra-strong materials. It has a special metal device that, once activated, instantly produces super-strong adhesion.

Once caught in the net, Deadpool cannot escape.

This equipment is still in the testing phase, and the equipment department calls it "Peter Parker," named after Spider-Man.

There are still some minor flaws. In the original plan, "Peter Parker" should be mounted in a net-catching gun, so that the net can be shot out by simply pulling the trigger. However, this is difficult to achieve because the metal device that activates it is very sturdy and must be removed manually. We have not yet found a portable gun that can remove the metal device by pulling the trigger, which requires a lot of strength. It is not as fast as using the left and right hands in a slow motion.

This is Susie's last trump card. As long as this net catches the masked man, she can turn the tide and win!

I still have six bullets left in my Colt pistol. I'll press it against your head and shoot. I don't believe you can dodge it!

bingo!

Susie's eyes lit up. The mysterious man was gripping the railing with one hand and holding the hilt of a knife with the other, unable to make the wide leaps he used to. The net covered a large area; this was a sure kill!

Susie won!

That's how it should be, unless the masked man is willing to drop his weapon, sense this deadly danger in a flash, and then make the right decision.

Lu Mingfei's combat intuition enabled him to achieve this.

Without hesitation, he threw the "Muramasa" sword in his right hand.

The blade, reflecting a cold light, pierced through the gap in the brothel and shot straight towards Susie.

With his right hand free, Lu Mingfei released the railing with his left hand and used both hands to grab the eaves of the rooftop.

Playing extreme sports on a cliff? For Lu Mingfei, it's as simple as eating and drinking.

He used his arms to pull himself up and quickly moved his body to the side.

The net missed its target and stuck to the brothel, where even the wind couldn't blow it away.

Now, it's time to hunt.

I've said it before: at close range, guns aren't that effective. I mean, guns simply can't hit wolves!

The wolf leaped high, blocking out the sun in the sky. Susie narrowly avoided Murasame's knife, which fell to the ground.

Susie fell to the ground. She didn't have time to get up and could only shoot.

This was her only chance. Once the masked man picked up "Muramasa," she would be plunged into the abyss of death. The murderous aura almost solidified into a tangible form, stimulating every nerve in her body.

The final exam for the shooting course was shooting at fast-moving targets, a total of twenty. Susie scored two hundred rings, but she felt her score was fake because after six shots, she was pronounced dead.

She did everything perfectly, without any flaws. Even veteran agents who had been working in the Execution Department for many years could not have done better than her without using any spells.

This is the absolute difference in strength, power, reaction, and beast-like intuition. She didn't lose tactically, but lost because of certain things that cannot be improved through training.

The wolf picked up the knife to kill.

But at that moment, a deafening broadcast blared.

"Lu Mingfei! Stop! This is just a game!" Professor Guderian's voice came over the loudspeaker. "Don't touch that sniper, she's our student, your senior!"

“No one died! This is not a terrorist attack! You student over there, listen up, put down all your weapons, don’t resist, raise your hands, squat down, we’re coming right away. Lu Mingfei, don’t move either, just stay where you are.”

The professor sounded very anxious.

Then, the murderous aura dissipated, and the wolf's eyes became dull and lifeless.

Looking at the girl crouching in the corner with her hands raised, he was completely bewildered.

He took off the silk scarf and looked at the pistol, dagger, mask, and black combat uniform that were thrown on the ground.

Susie reacted quickly. The moment she heard the prompt, she put the same effort into attending the ball with Chu Zihang into changing her clothes in just over ten seconds.

Beneath her combat uniform was a delicate short skirt and white shirt; she was a beautiful and youthful foreign female student.

Chapter Forty-Seven: The Boss

The timeline of this chapter is the night Lu Mingfei took the train.

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Coordinates: 119°E, 26.08774°N, Aspasia Restaurant.

It was 3 a.m., a time when all the staff should have been resting. The star chef from abroad should have been fast asleep, and wouldn't have gone to inspect the high-end ingredients that had been shipped from their place of origin until the morning, and to pre-process the ingredients for the guests who had reserved seats and menus.

But today is different. The place is brightly lit, and a bright red carpet stretches from the entrance to the road. A roaring helicopter lands in this quiet little town. It doesn't belong to the military; it's just the obedient vehicle of two women.

The waiters, dressed impeccably, lined up in two rows along the red carpet to greet the guests. Half an hour earlier, they had been awakened by a phone call to extremely distinguished guests. After tonight, each of them would receive a reward that would change their lives.

$10 is all you need to do is get ready and present your best self to the guests within half an hour. Everyone will receive this reward, whether it's the cleaning lady or the smiling hostess at the door.

The kitchen was bustling with activity, and their pay was even higher. No one wanted to ruin the banquet. Lured by the money, everyone became tiny cogs, forming a sophisticated machine, all for a small banquet with a small number of guests. But the reward for this banquet was more than their wages over the past ten years.

Two radiant women wearing sunglasses made their entrance.

A very young woman, wearing a Christian Dior size 2 suit, Christian Louboutin black heels with red soles, and Wolford black stockings, appeared to be around twenty years old, about 165-170 cm tall, and weighing approximately 50 kg. She was dressed quite elegantly.

She was beautiful, with a slender and graceful figure, but the waiter dared not easily use the word "sexy" to describe her, because the woman next to her was the epitome of "sexy".

Just one glance at her and you'd feel that this word was created for a woman like her.

This was an unprecedented beauty. Many beautiful women dined at Aspasia, but she was unlike any other beauty the waiter had ever seen. What distinguished her from other beauties was not their looks or figure, but their aura. Her charm carried an eerie, stern quality.

There was no grand welcoming salute or marching band; all the waiters bowed their heads, white handkerchiefs draped over their chests, exuding elegance and humility.

They were welcoming the arrival of the Queen, not the female companion of some nobleman.

As the Queen approached the door, a pure-looking young girl, barefoot and dressed in pure white like the goddess Newe, knelt before her, carrying a rosewood barrel on her head.

The wooden barrel contained ice and a bottle of champagne—a 95 Perrier-Jouët Belle Epoque, someone's favorite champagne.

Rosewood furniture is the most beautiful example of classical furniture. It is beautiful, but it is slightly toxic. If you accidentally get water on your fingers, you may get infected when you use it.

There was a faint fragrance in the air, his favorite perfume, which he had used not long ago.

Another fair-skinned child presented a tray with a handwritten note inside: "Come have a drink. The menu is already ordered. I'll be waiting for you at the table in 15 minutes."

He had been here before the Queen, and all these entourages were arranged by him. Everywhere he went bore his mark. The title "boss" is truly fitting for such a person.

"Why did the boss call us here?" Mai Shude swirled the wine in her glass and took a small sip.

Before liberation, this building was a French merchant's villa. Aspasia bought it and renovated it, preserving the historic elm wood flooring. All four walls were demolished and replaced with floor-to-ceiling windows. The partitions between rooms were broken down, and the floors were also demolished, revealing an eight-meter-high dome with a huge chandelier hanging above.

At this moment, the chandelier was brightly lit, and in the huge space, eight carefully selected male waiters were arranged in a circle, their backs to the central dining table, like subjects guarding a king.

But one area was empty; the eight waiters occupied only four-fifths of the circle, and the remaining one-fifth consisted of a single, transparent floor-to-ceiling window that had been wiped so clean it seemed to be nonexistent.

Darkness shone in from there, as if harboring a demon that devours souls.

Mai Shude and Su Enxi leaned against each other, one holding a wine glass and drinking, the other eating Korean BBQ-flavored potato chips.

"I don't know, who can guess what the boss is thinking?" Su Enxi stared out the window, her pupils reflected in the window, but the crunching sound of the potato chips she was chewing didn't match the elegant style of the place.

In other organizations, if the boss suddenly summoned them, the female employees would rush over to touch up their makeup and offer their concern. But Jiu De Mai and Su Enxi were in no hurry. They just waited idly for time to pass and chatted about random topics.

This is the boss's habit. He doesn't summon his assistants like a local tyrant. He wants them to meet him in the best and most relaxed state. Sometimes he will even order a truffle dinner at a restaurant and then give them a card after the meal to tell them where the meeting is.

The boss is always very patient, except for this time, when they were summoned urgently.

The boss never discusses work-related topics with his assistant at the dinner table because he wants his assistant to be satisfied with the dinner he arranges. He only shows up after the meal to listen to his assistant's feelings.

If the assistant feels that dinner is good and makes her feel refreshed, the boss will be very happy. Never be impatient and ask about work halfway through the meal, as this will frustrate the boss.

But today, he broke with his long-standing habit and actually arranged the meeting at a Michelin-starred restaurant.

There must be something very important and urgent, so important that he has to break his own rules.

Fifteen minutes later, the majestic monarch sat down at the dining table, dressed in black lacquered and gold-embroidered southern barbarian boots. In the sweltering summer heat, he wore a nomadic woolen hat, and a servant dressed like a eunuch helped him with his attire.

There are four seats in total. The owner sits in the main seat, facing the black floor-to-ceiling window. Opposite him is a huge tablet with a blonde girl on it, whose skin is so white it's almost cold.

Mai Shude and Su Enxi sat on the left and right sides of the boss, while the waiters began to serve the dishes.

It seemed like an illusion, but Jiu De Mai and Su Enxi felt that there was a smile on that face, even though he was clearly not smiling. It seemed that the boss was in a good mood today, and hopefully the work wouldn't be too difficult.

Chapter Forty-Eight: The Most Terrifying Monster

The plates were brought out, and a white porcelain plate was placed in front of each person.

The blonde girl on the screen seemed to be in a quiet, deep mountain forest. She was surrounded by darkness, sitting on a makeshift folding chair with an umbrella standing in the shadows. In the darkness, waiters were serving her food.

Mai Shude and Su Enxi sat upright, but their pupils couldn't help but dilate when the dishes were served.

Because what was served was not fine German cuisine, but... a roasted chicken wing.