Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei Returns from Sekiro

The lock hasn't been broken yet, but it's almost broken; it's already teetering on the brink of collapse and about to enter its retirement phase.

“1, 2, 3…” Lu Mingfei counted silently in his mind.

Continuing to cut the lock would interfere with his judgment of the number of enemies, so he stopped.

"There are 65 in total, nearly 30 of them are armed. This is a bit tricky." He heard the click of the magazines locking into the guns.

In a 1v1 situation, he's not afraid even if his opponent is armed; he can quickly end the fight and incapacitate them. However, once the number of opponents exceeds five, he becomes somewhat overwhelmed.

Moreover, the outside was a narrow passageway. Through the gaps, you could see that there was no cover in the passageway, which was as clean as Finger's wallet.

If he just ran out like that, and they opened fire, Lu Mingfei would undoubtedly be riddled with bullets. He had to find something to shield himself.

A ninja's specialty isn't unparalleled skill; assassination is his forte. He must first escape the gaze of the crowd and hide himself in the darkness.

He pressed his face against the crack in the door. He couldn't see the armed officers from this side, but there was a faint light shining from afar, and he knew those people were standing in the light.

This is the end of the corridor. There are wooden planks on the wall at the end, and the blizzard pounded against them, making a creaking sound.

It was a window made of wooden planks, and he was very close to it. He could reach it with a light jump as soon as he went out.

If he survives the first round of shooting, he can break through the window and escape!

What? You're saying there's a blizzard outside?

He was never afraid of blizzards; in the snow, he could better conceal himself.

Four flashes of light, sparks flying, the rusty steel bed board became the best shield, and the four metal pillars welded to the cement floor had neat cuts.

Lu Mingfei stood the bed board upright and stacked it on the door. The size was just right, and the two were pressed tightly together, like a couple deeply in love.

Then, brilliant red sparks began to explode once again.

The officers were startled by the sudden clap of thunder, beads of sweat forming on their foreheads. The nurses huddled close to the officers to ease their unease.

Unfortunately, no officer was enjoying the softness on their back; everyone's eyes were fixed on the door, with 30 dark gun barrels lined up neatly. There was no doubt that they were well-trained.

With a final, loud crash, the padlock, larger than the weight used to weigh an elephant, fell to the ground and spun around a few times.

With a muffled sound, the door slowly opened outwards.

There is such a sound in this world, like Satan opening an iron gate to hell for you, where the lava of the volcano had already spewed forth.

Footsteps were heard, followed by a crisp sound, and someone immediately fired at the thing.

With the first shot fired, everyone pulled the trigger.

The poor glass medicine bottle was shattered into pieces, and even the world's best puzzle master could not restore the original medicine bottle from the snowflake-like shards of glass.

The decoy was successful. Although some calm individuals refrained from firing ineffective shots, this was the perfect opportunity.

Lu Mingfei kicked open the heavy iron door, took off the shield on it, threw it into the air, and his figure leaped up as well.

There was no time to react after the trigger was pulled; a few bullets struck the bed board, leaving some black marks.

The icy wind lashed their faces, and outside the window, a raging blizzard raged, as if the end of the world had arrived.

Chapter Fifty-Five: The Beast Transformed from Desire

There is a huge Christmas tree in the hall, with a portrait of Lenin hanging on the wall, the treetops level with the roof.

Every year, there are lively celebrations for Christmas, and the Christmas tree is full of gifts. Only around Christmas time can the children of Swan Harbor dress up in festive clothes, wear hats with leather ear flaps, and eat popcorn and ice cream, just like the children in Moscow described in the book.

Officers, nurses, and children huddled in the golden hall. It was 8:20 p.m. The doctor was supposed to give a speech at 8:00 p.m., followed by soothing music, and then men and women would huddle together and dance cheek to cheek.

But no one could get in touch with the doctor.

The crowd kept their distance from the closed door, as if afraid that the darkness outside would swallow them up.

The air was filled with an intoxicating aroma. Today should have been a day of celebration, as the Lenin was about to arrive with replenishment supplies.

The doctor announced over the radio that Major Bondarev from Moscow had managed to help Black Swan Port solve its winter supplies problem, and supplies would soon be no longer an issue.

Since supplies were no longer a problem, there was no need to be frugal. The doctor generously took out spirits and cigarettes from the warehouse, and distributed perfume and stockings to the nurses. Potato stew with beef was served for dinner every day.

Major Bondarev also said that the children from the orphanage would be sent back to Moscow in batches to attend high school.

Only four people were selected in the first batch: Sergei, Markov, Yakov, and Khorkina, because they were the only ones old enough to attend high school.

Renata was the youngest of all the children. Sergei and Khorkina were both fifteen, and Yakov was sixteen. They looked very different from the thin and small Renata.

The boys had grown sparse mustaches, while the girls' breasts had become fuller, and their waists swayed gently as they walked.

The hall was filled with delicious food and dishes, even cakes and fruits. The chefs didn't know how much supplies were left in the warehouse, but they just did what the doctor asked. Anyway, the supply ship had already broken through the ice and arrived, and the supplies for next year would be transported to the warehouse.

The girls' scent mingled with that intoxicating aroma, making one's mouth dry.

Khorkina's choice of a semi-transparent white dress was daring, with a large V-shaped opening in the back, revealing her straight back and a white camisole bra. Her long golden hair was styled into a high ponytail, and her slightly trembling shoulders made people want to hold her in their arms and cherish her.

Yakov leaned closer. "Khorkina, don't be afraid, I'll protect you."

He straightened his chest as he said this and took Khorkina's hand.

Normally, even if boys and girls held hands, they would be punished by the nurses. But the nurses didn't pay any attention to the children. They were pressed close to the officers, their bodies as supple as snakes, as if they were using the officers as trees to climb and twisting on them.

The officers held guns in one hand, while brazenly reaching into the nurses' collars with the other.

Yakov and Khorkina pressed themselves together; he was trying to whisper comforting words in Khorkina's ear, but instead bit down hard.

Khorkina's eyes were glazed over, and she trembled as she embraced Yakov. Suddenly, Yakov's hand moved down Khorkina's waist.

This wasn't just happening here; many more boys and girls were getting together.

Khorkina's stockings were exposed to Renata's view. Renata and Zorro the Bear hid in a corner, coldly watching these indulgent people.

The second hand of the clock ticked, making a rhythmic mechanical sound. These people seemed to be immersed in another world, reveling as if tomorrow were the end of the world. Even though Zero had just escaped from the cage, they did not stop.

They were completely different from usual, turning into beasts and forgetting shame.

Renata frowned. The intoxicating fragrance seemed a little too strong, abnormally strong, even more so than she knew.

She had already walked around the room when she came in, reviewing the layout of the room once again.

"Renata, are you scared?" Someone walked over.

Anton, his face flushed, leaned against the wall. Anton lived in room 14, was a year older than Renata, and was thin and pale with a patch of pale yellow down on his narrow face.

Anton stared intently at Renata with his brownish-yellow eyes, licking his dry lips back and forth with his tongue.

"Are you hot?" Anton asked in a strange voice.

Renata didn't reply, but quietly squatted down, letting Zorro lean against the wall and sit on the ground.

“I’m sweating.” Anton approached step by step.

He reached out and placed his hands on Renata's shoulders, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down, his eyes fixed on Renata's snow-white shoulders beneath her shawl.

Renata gently patted Zorro's head. The teddy bear was still smiling; its eyes were two crosses sewn together with black thread.

The girl seemed oblivious to the boy rushing towards her, or perhaps... she simply didn't take the boy seriously.

Anton missed, and Renata nimbly turned and went around to the side.

Her petite frame gave her a great advantage; on the basketball court, it's always difficult to defend against someone who is short.

With a quick whip kick, Anton let out a strange cry and his right leg landed on the red carpet on the ground.

"You! You!" His eyes were bloodshot, and he was breathing heavily through his nose like a bull in a bullring.

Renata's strength was too weak; her frail body couldn't launch an effective attack. She had used all her strength, but it only caused Anton pain for a short while. However, she found the right angle, so at least the limping Anton couldn't catch her.

They were playing a game, oblivious to the little drama unfolding around them. Everyone was lost in their dreamlike fantasy, and one officer even put down his gun and went to kiss the nurse's lips.

Panting heavily, Anton thought Renata was like a slippery bar of soap, slipping from your grasp just when you thought you had her in your hand.

Renata picked up the teddy bear. Although she wasn't panting, there were already a few tiny beads of sweat on her forehead; she was too weak.

How strong can you expect a child who grew up in a materially impoverished orphanage to be?

Although all children eat the same food, some are just naturally gifted and can grow strong even without adequate nutrition. Perhaps there is some mysterious force in their bodies that supports their healthy growth.

It was time to leave. The officers and nurses had entered a pink paradise from which they would never wake up, and no one, except Anton who was chasing Renata, would notice the disappearance of a petite girl.

Those pipes were for supplying heat to various areas. She remembered that intricate map; if it were today, somewhere she could find the food, transportation, and...weapons she needed—heavy weapons.

Chapter 56 The Masked Thief Lu Mingfei

The raging blizzard, the soft snowflakes propelled by the cold wind like sharp blades, cut into your face, yet you don't bleed. Because of the cold, the blood congeals into a block before it flows out, and he feels his blood is about to turn into ice.

Lu Mingfei was wearing the uniform of Kassel College. The uniform had no hat and no extra strips of cloth to cover his head and face, but fortunately he still had a senior's thigh-length scarf in his pocket.

The purple silk scarf was made of very good material, smooth and soft like silk, and the quality was guaranteed. Covering my head with it at least provided some protection from the sharp cold wind, so that I wouldn't be unable to open my eyes.

The ground was covered with snow, the lake was frozen, and huge blue icebergs stood in the distance. This place seemed to be a port, with a lookout tower on the high platform and a gray lighthouse standing in the wind and snow, but its light was off, like a frozen watchman waiting for a cargo ship that would never come.

There was no one outside. There were sentry posts, but no one was on duty. Perhaps it was because the blizzard was too fierce. In such extreme weather, if you didn't stay indoors, you would soon be buried by snow. When the snow stopped, you even had to find a way to push all the snow away from the doorway before you could open it.

Lu Mingfei lowered his head, tucked his hands into his sleeves, and jumped towards the lighthouse in the direction the wind was blowing.

His shoes were not suitable for moving in the snow. Every time he jumped and landed, white snow would seep in through the gaps. The best way to move in the snow was to glide, rather than sticking his feet into the snowdrifts and pulling them out. This would not only consume a lot of energy, but also make him move at a snail's pace.

It was so cold outside. In this kind of weather, skin would stick to the cold iron, and when you separated them, you'd tear off a piece of bloody flesh along with the skin.

The lighthouse door was locked, but compared to the large lock from before, the small padlock was like a son meeting his ancestor.

The wind caused the small lock to rattle against the metal door latch. Lu Mingfei drew his knife and cleaved the lock cylinder in one strike. The door opened inward, and he entered the room, placing an iron rod against the iron frame behind the door.

It was dark here, and there was a strong musty smell; it seemed like no one had been here for a long time.

The lighthouse was not a large space, with an iron ladder leading to the top. Lu Mingfei dismantled the wooden table, struck the iron bar with a wedge, and lit the fireplace. The dim light illuminated the cramped space.

He was full of energy because he had just had a hearty meal in the principal's office in Angers.

He found a dirty brown cotton-padded jacket and gloves on the wall, along with goggles, skis, and poles for gliding.

The cotton-padded coat was too big and would restrict movement, so Lu Mingfei simply cut off the sleeves and used the inner layer of fabric with cotton stuck to it as padding. He also cut open the lining of his school uniform and stuffed it with a lot more cotton.

Having Kusabiru by my side makes all the difference; it's the best partner, always there to help with any difficulties.

As he warmed himself by the fireplace, the flickering flames cast shadows on Lu Mingfei's face.

It was obvious that he was hostile to the people of this port; the weather was so cold that he felt as if he had arrived in the Arctic.

"What on earth is going on?! All I want is to go to university! Is that so difficult?!"