Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei Returns from Sekiro

“I wanted to say it too, but you didn’t give me the chance.” Professor Guderian buttoned up the pocket of his collar, where his cell phone was located.

His gaze was unfocused, and he dared not look Lu Mingfei in the eye.

Suddenly, a powerful march resounded throughout the campus, and the campus loudspeaker blared once again.

The doors of an unnamed building opened, and doctors and nurses rushed out, carrying insignia-marked briefcases and taking out syringes to inject the corpses.

Some people woke up, while others remained lying on the ground. Those who didn't wake up were all knocked unconscious by Lu Mingfei, including Chu Zihang.

About half of the people woke up, and they whispered among themselves, as lively as a sports meet, eager to know who this year's winner would be.

A small, old man with a bald head, wearing thin, round, gold-rimmed glasses, covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief, frowned, and sighed as he asked, "What's going on? Why aren't these people awake?"

“Reporting to Professor Manstein, these people weren’t anesthetized by Frigga’s bullets, they were knocked unconscious. We found bruises on their necks!” a nurse said.

He was breathing heavily through his nostrils, and his eyes seemed to burn with an inextinguishable rage.

"Who did this! This year has already gone too far! You have violated the special school rules for 'Free Day,' and I am reporting this to the principal! This event must be terminated!"

"Also, find the person who knocked you over! He has seriously violated school rules! I will definitely expel him, just you wait!"

Professor Manstein's eyes were like those of a cannibal; he wanted to devour Lu Mingfei alive and then put the bones, still dripping with blood, into a large pot of stewed Tang Monk meat to make a complete tonic soup.

However, Lu Mingfei on the rooftop was unaware of this.

“I’m leaving Lu Mingfei in your care. Nono, you’re familiar with him,” Professor Guderian said. “I have work to do, so I’ll be leaving now.”

"Don't worry, he's a good kid and won't pose a threat to you," the professor told Susie.

After saying that, he hurriedly ran off, as if he had something urgent to do.

"Wait! Professor! My phone is still with you!" Nono shouted, but Professor Guderian did not turn around; he had vanished without a trace.

It's unclear whether he deliberately took the phone or... intended to hand over the video footage to someone.

Chapter Fifty: The Postponed Trial

The bustling square was filled with a harmonious atmosphere, as everyone wanted to know who the winner was.

Finally, someone discovered Chu Zihang lying on the ground.

He lay on his back with a peaceful expression as medical staff lifted him onto a stretcher and put him in an ambulance.

"Did the student council win again this year?"

"Damn it! We have Chu Zihang now, why can't we still win!"

The Lionheart Society members sighed repeatedly, while the arrogant student council was still searching for their leader.

They are all elites, and elites would not stand in front of the losers and mock them like clowns.

Walking down the street, showing pity for the losers and expressing your apology is what an elite should do.

"We only have a slight edge."

"Not at all, we were just lucky. Chu Zihang is very strong too. We just won by chance."

"I'm very happy to have such a high-quality match. I'm sure you can win next year."

That smug expression made the Lionheart Society members clench their fists.

Everyone was searching for Caesar. The Lionheart Society hoped that the golden lion was lying on the ground, while the student council was hoping that their leader would hold a victory celebration.

The man who always wore a confident smile finally appeared before everyone. Susie and Nono were behind him, while Lu Mingfei followed dejectedly at the back.

Why did Lu Mingfei walk at the very back? Because if he walked next to Su Xi, the senior would turn pale with fright. Su Xi would have a slight adverse reaction just looking at his back. In order to take care of the senior's feelings, he had no choice but to walk at the very back.

"Wuhu! The boss is back!"

"Boss, sister-in-law! Awesome!"

The students cheered wildly, but Caesar's face was as hard and cold as iron, showing no sign of a smile.

Normally, he would have already popped champagne to celebrate, poured the gushing liquor over his and his brother's heads, danced with the ballet cheerleaders, and announced a grand ball at Norton House.

But today he didn't say anything; he just raised his hand to signal his underlings to be quiet.

The student council immediately stopped cheering, but their smiles remained undisguised; they stood tall and proud, like swans.

“Listen, my men, we are not the victors this year.” Caesar stepped aside, and Nono and Susie also moved to the side.

"There can only be one winner today. He doesn't belong to the Lionheart Society, nor does he belong to the Student Council." Caesar walked up to Lu Mingfei, who looked completely bewildered, grabbed his right hand, and raised it high.

The loud voice carried through the silent crowd.

"He is Lu Mingfei, he is this year's winner!"

A chorus of boos erupted from the crowd; no one believed that the little guy had defeated their leader.

"Boss, you're kidding, right?"

"Yes, tell us where the celebration banquet will be held tonight."

Caesar turned his head away and coldly stared at the noisy crowd.

“I’m not joking. I never talk to cowards. Only cowards refuse to admit their failures. You are all elites selected by me. I don’t want anyone to be so cowardly as to be unable to accept failure.”

The language was solemn and authoritative; it was definitely not a joke.

The crowd finally fell silent and turned their attention to the boy with the messy hair.

What's going on? Who am I? Where am I?

Lu Mingfei looked completely bewildered, like a little kid drooling while sucking his fingers, standing there not knowing what to do.

No one had ever explained to him that there was such a thing as a winner in Freedom Day. He thought it was just a violent game where you shoot me, I shoot you, and the person with the most kills gets the MVP of the match, and that's it.

“He knocked down Chu Zihang. I couldn’t beat him, so I surrendered.” Caesar said, “If you fall down, just get up. I believe you are not children who sit on the ground crying and calling for their mothers.”

"Did he knock down Chu Zihang, the president of the Lionheart Society?" Professor Manstein, accompanied by a team of armed men dressed in special forces combat uniforms, parted the crowd that had formed a circle, leaving a large opening.

“That’s right,” Caesar replied.

Professor Manstein stared at Lu Mingfei with a venomous gaze. He raised his hand, and immediately people stepped forward, surrounding Lu Mingfei as he walked.

"Did you knock him out?" Manstein took out a photo. In the photo, Chu Zihang was sleeping peacefully, with a slight smile on his lips, as if he was having a sweet dream.

"It was me..." Lu Mingfei answered guiltily.

He dared not look into that sharp gaze, because he had done something wrong, and that gaze was too much like his high school dean of students—cold and ruthless.

Boys' hair must not be longer than one inch, they must not wear outlandish clothes, and they must not bring cell phones to school. The dean of students is like a judge; once caught by him, you can only stand in the office and wait for the homeroom teacher to come and take you away.

Lu Mingfei had been caught for being late before, and the feeling was truly terrifying. He was like a pitiful young animal, cornered by a tiger. After the homeroom teacher took him home, he would get a scolding and the teacher would call his aunt. He would get scolded again when he got home. It was really horrible.

“Then that’s it.” Professor Manstein took out handcuffs, and with a click, the mechanism locked, binding his hands. “You are suspected of having very serious violent tendencies. According to Article 173 of the school rules, I have the right to arrest you.”

"Tomorrow, the academy's judgment seat will open for you, and we will deliver our final verdict."

Manstein's face was devoid of any emotion.

This is a mixed-race academy, filled with militarized management. Ten years ago, it was a military fortress hidden deep in the mountains.

Anyone with violent tendencies will be closely monitored, because dragons are genetically predisposed to savagery and killing, which is a sign of potential degeneration into a Deadpool and must be taken seriously.

"Ah..." Lu Mingfei opened his mouth wide.

Dudu lulu lulu~

The phone suddenly rang.

Professor Manstein's expression changed immediately upon seeing the caller's name; he answered the phone solemnly, like a soldier awaiting an inspection from his superior.

“Hello, Principal Angers.” Manstein’s voice was completely different from before, filled with respect and awe.

How was this year's Freedom Day?

"It's terrible. The students violated special school rules and turned the entire campus into a battlefield. Many people were injured and will probably be bedridden for several days. They also destroyed a lot of buildings. The air conditioners and elevators in Building 2 were all out of order, and many other buildings were destroyed. Our proud students, especially Lu Mingfei, are simply trampling on the dignity of the academy!"

He called out Lu Mingfei's name as if he had known him for a long time, and at the end his tone became like an interrogation.

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone.

"He's just a freshman who hasn't taken the '3E' exam yet. Let him go, Manstein. Students are students because they need teachers to guide them. We'll discuss the specifics after the exam results are out. The first thing to do now is to treat the injured students. I'm using my privilege to postpone Lu Mingfei's trial."

“As you wish.” Manstein glanced at Lu Mingfei, unlocked his handcuffs with a key, and looked at him as if he were a monster.

Chapter 51 The Man Behind the Scenes

Sunlight streamed in through the porthole, illuminating the screen in front of the person sitting in the shadows, which was playing a video on a continuous loop.

Extremely brief, only about 5 seconds long, the video shows two people: a woman wearing a black bodysuit and a black helmet, thrusting forward with a steel knife; her target is a seemingly ordinary male high school student.

But in an instant, the short-haired boy evolved into the most ferocious beast, transforming from prey into hunter. The steel knife suddenly plummeted downwards, but the black-haired man swiftly dodged it, snatched it from his grasp, and then delivered a whip kick to the woman's knee joint, placing the gleaming blade against her neck.

On the table, there were many other things, all of which featured the male high school student.

Photos of him jumping from apartment buildings, climbing up rooftops with a white plastic box and a bag of cola in his mouth, and leaping over the community fence...

In addition, there were a large number of text documents, stacked up and neatly placed on the table.

Someone knocked on the door, and the man pressed the pause button.

The video freezes at the last moment, with the high school boy coldly staring at the kneeling woman. His gaze is not human; it is like that of a cold-blooded animal, or the solemn and ruthless gaze of an ancient dragon.

Even through the screen, it felt as if a huge rock was pressing on his chest. That was not the look a human should have. The man had only ever felt this kind of pressure from one kind of creature—the dragon, which believed in the supremacy of power.

"Please come in."

The door was pushed open.

"So, have you handcuffed him yet?"

"No, the principal called and used his privileges."

“He is an S-level student personally selected by Principal Angers, and I know that the principal pays close attention to him.”

"With the principal protecting him, I'm afraid it will be very difficult for us to control him."

“Kassel College is not ruled by him alone. The vote of the school committee is the final decision. Lu Mingfei is too dangerous and must be locked in a closed room under 24-hour surveillance.”

"But..." the bald man hesitated, unable to finish his sentence.

"You said."