Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei Returns from Sekiro

Who doesn't like being praised by their teacher? If it were Lu Mingfei, he would also prefer to attend his cousin's parent-teacher conference, receive his award certificate, and give a speech to the envious parents below with a big smile, and then go down on stage to exchange experiences in educating children with the parents, rather than sitting in a corner listening to the teacher loudly criticize so-and-so for being late again last week and getting the lowest score in the exam this week.

But sometimes, Lu Mingfei would fantasize that one day his mother would suddenly appear, wearing beautiful diamond jewelry and fashionable clothes, and take his hand to attend a parent-teacher conference.

He had never shared these fantasies in his mind with anyone, but at this moment, he realized once again that his parents loved him and were even willing to give their lives to bring him into this world.

He took out the photo from his pocket and gently wiped it with his palm. The man and woman in the photo were smiling happily, and he smiled happily too.

A huge wave of discussion swept through the stage as countless students debated who Lu Mingfei's parents were, while also being deeply moved by their profound love.

Chu Zihang stared at Lu Mingfei, who was looking at the photos.

He knew about Lu Mingfei's family situation, that Lu Mingfei was staying at his aunt's house, and that he had a chubby cousin.

He saw something in those eyes that was the same as his own.

Professor Manstein continued his monologue: "Although Lu Mingfei was born safely, no one let their guard down."

"After discussion, we decided to send him back to China until he grew up safely. This year, Kassel College sent him an application for admission. Before that, the undercover agents had been observing him for eighteen years, because no one knew whether his dragon blood would go berserk and turn him into a Deadpool!"

“We have been granted permission to release some of the materials and observation reports.” Professor Manstein put down the black file bag and took out a pile of photos.

“I don’t think anyone would want to be on guard against their comrades turning into Deadpool while on a mission!” Manstein picked up the photos one by one and displayed them on the screen.

Most of the photos showcased Lu Mingfei's exceptional skills, such as leaping over the community fence while carrying a barbecue takeout box, or moving nimbly across high-rise buildings like a monkey while holding onto the eaves. But these photos were unimportant because the students and professors had already seen the video and knew of Lu Mingfei's remarkable abilities.

The most explosive and impactful image is the photo of Lu Mingfei, panting and sweating profusely on the ground with his number tag still on, and the last one, with a cold and murderous look in his eyes as he holds a steel knife to a woman's head.

Although they look the same, no one would think they are the same person.

"Many people have probably heard of multiple personality disorder," Professor Manstein continued. "When switching between different personalities, people with multiple personality disorder can even use completely irrational skills. For example, even if they have never learned to drive, they can skillfully shift gears and speed on the highway when switching personalities."

"Given Lu Mingfei's unique circumstances, it's not surprising that a dragon-like Deadpool personality could emerge. Therefore, we request that Lu Mingfei be placed under 24-hour surveillance! Of course, we will not carry out an inhumane death sentence on him, but keeping such a ticking time bomb in a classroom full of ordinary students is undoubtedly an extremely irresponsible act! Every student and teacher has the right to know about Lu Mingfei's danger!"

The room fell silent immediately.

...

"We have reached our destination."

Old Tang parked his motorcycle on the side of the road, unzipped his jacket, and took out the black card from his pocket.

This is a gate with a strong sense of history, featuring granite carvings of eagles and lions, with solemn and imposing statues of armed guards placed on both sides.

Old Tang saw the armed security guard, took off his helmet, raised his hands, and waved his black card vigorously to prove his identity.

Chapter 80 Missing out on a billion

The sea breeze blew in through the window. Frost Gattuso was working on documents. His playful brother was off having another good time. Since being appointed acting head of the family, he hadn't had a single day of rest.

A thick stack of documents sat on the antique table. Sunlight shone on his gray hair, reflecting light like a crushed silver mirror, fine and dazzling.

The room's furniture was classic and elegant, and an old-fashioned black dial telephone placed on the table suddenly rang.

"This is Frost Gattuso." His calm face was etched with deep nasolabial folds, and his black suit was always impeccably tailored.

He listened quietly to the voice on the other end of the phone and put down the documents in his left hand.

After hanging up the phone, he stood up from his chair and rang the phone.

Meanwhile, around the world, four phone calls rang simultaneously.

At the Kassel College, Hilbert Jean Angers rose from his seat and left the room under Mans's watchful gaze.

Old Tang entered through the main gate with ease. The security guards didn't even search him; they let him in and even saluted him respectfully.

Upon entering, a medieval castle-like building comes into view, with green lawns, crimson pebbles, and a rustic architectural complex...

A strong sense of history washed over him. Old Tang had assumed the mission location would be a secret camp with tents set up, where a bunch of fierce-looking special forces soldiers with camouflage painted on their faces would greet him. But he was completely wrong; the place was deserted.

His only feeling was tranquility. The wind blew the yellowing ginkgo leaves down, the warm afternoon sun shone on the cobblestone path, and the white marble statue at the main entrance sprayed water in the pool, making the water shimmer. Everything seemed peaceful and harmonious.

The flock of pigeons flapped their wings and flew away from the ground, landing on the red roof of the church in the distance; his bad luck was acting up again.

He could never get along well with small animals. When he saw a stray cat abandoned in a cardboard box on the street, he would walk over and the kitten would just curl up in the corner of the box and tremble. If he even reached out his hand, the kitten would let out a piercing cry.

He had actually thought about getting a cat. Living alone always felt like something was missing. Sometimes when he woke up in the middle of the night, he couldn't help but open his mouth and call out someone's name, but after the first sound came out, he realized that there was no one by his side.

This place looked like a duke's summer resort. Old Tang looked around and, apart from the security guards at the gate, couldn't find a single living person. The pigeons' eyes were fixed on him, and his back suddenly felt numb, as if a cold wave from Siberia had entered his collar.

"Let's hand in the documents and get out of here. This place feels weird." Old Tang sniffed and took out his phone to follow the navigation.

Walk through the garden with its climbing vines and cross over the arched bridge carved with lions.

The scenery was like a fairy tale wonderland; he had only ever seen such beautiful landscapes in movies. He could take a picture and upload it to a paid wallpaper engine to use as his computer desktop.

His past mission locations were either dark, damp mud tombs or desolate, scorching deserts. He had never been to such a nice place before. However, he didn't feel any particular excitement. The exquisite vases and superb gardening skills couldn't even catch his eye.

"Keep going, he's waiting for you," the employer sent as a final message.

Old Tang saw a figure in the distance. The silver-haired old man smiled and waved at him. His straight back made one think of things like tombstones and clock towers.

"Are you here to collect documents?" Old Tang untied the rope binding his chest and took out the black document bag.

He folded the black card on top of the file bag and handed it to the old man.

The moment the notification lit up, a text message arrived confirming the arrival of the full $1, not a penny less; it seemed even the employer had paid the transaction fees for him.

Old Tang looked at the huge circular building behind him. He heard a commotion, which meant there were still living people here. It wasn't a mirage or a ghost town, which eased his unease somewhat.

The saying "We should have reverence for the unknown" is applicable in any context.

"Welcome." The old man spoke in fluent American English, took the document bag and black card, and said, "Would you like to come in and have a seat? We're having an event."

"Never mind," Old Tang shook his head.

He should go.

Being a hunter is a profession that requires constant vigilance; one cannot easily lower one's guard just because the other party shows goodwill.

If an employer is willing to spend $10,000 to transport a document, it's definitely not some glamorous photo of a beautiful woman or the latest issue of Time magazine; without a doubt, the bag contains classified information.

Don't ask what you shouldn't ask, and don't be curious about what you shouldn't know.

Haven't you seen how many idiots in TV dramas and anime lose their lives because of momentary curiosity? They could have gone home and married after committing this heist.

Old Tang would never make such a basic mistake, and he would not show any unusual behavior.

Complete the mission and then leave; that's the way a qualified hunter survives.

"Then I'll excuse myself from seeing you off." The old man bowed slightly. "Please take care."

"Of course." Old Tang nodded and turned to leave, retracing his steps.

He remained vigilant until he stepped out of the gate, where the security guards saluted him again, standing ramrod straight.

When he reached the motorcycles hidden by the roadside, he finally couldn't help but cheer.

"Holy crap! This money just came in so easily!" He whistled cheerfully, looking at the balance in his card with a broad smile. "Yay! This is awesome!"

He took out the scratched card, kissed it, and planned where to take those two cowards out to dinner the night after tomorrow.

The engine roared up again, and the motorcycle sped along the highway. However, the ecstatic Old Tang did not notice that to the left of the tire tracks, gasoline was dripping intermittently from the fuel tank, soaking the gray highway into a deep black.

...

In the center of the hall, Angers strode confidently to the highest platform and snatched the gavel from King Solomon's hand.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the meeting is temporarily adjourned due to special circumstances. We will now supplement the information regarding Lu Mingfei's refereeing." Angers banged the gavel hard. "At the same time, all members of the Board of Trustees are also listening to this meeting remotely."

Manston narrowed his eyes immediately; he had never heard the school board members behind him mention this before.

Angers smiled at Mans and waved to his old friend.

The period has been drawn; from the moment he received that file folder, the ending was already predetermined.

It didn't contain documents, but checks—checks worth one hundred million dollars.

This check will be shared equally between Kassel College and the six board members. It comes from the board member who has never attended a board meeting, who provides substantial funding every year but has never intervened in matters.

His method was simple and brutal: he would shove the whole cake into your mouth, leaving you choked and speechless.

His first move demonstrated his boldness to everyone.

The world is about to change.

He came with only one intention: I'm protecting Lu Mingfei.

Chapter 81 Voting

“Norma, connect the channels for the board members,” Principal Angers said.

"Yes." A calm female voice came from the five laptops, which were placed on the committee's table as Angers took the stage.

Mans sighed, turned and left the venue.

No one paid attention to this serious and demanding professor. He was not popular among the students as a lecturer because he was too strict and his courses were extremely difficult. Angers mouthed softly to his back, "Return safely."

"Norma, next, Professor Masafumi Tomiyama will supplement Lu Mingfei's information." Angers stepped down, and the new information began to play on the screen.

Masashi Tomiyama, the psychology instructor, switched places with Guderian and gave Lu Mingfei a big hug: "Leave it to me."

“Mr. Tomiyama, it’s so good to see you again,” Lu Mingfei said.

"Me too, it's great to see you again." Masashi Tomiyama patted Lu Mingfei on the shoulder, stepped to the front, and picked up the microphone.

"Please look at this blood test report." A bunch of professional English terms and trace element levels appeared on the screen.

"Professor Guderian and I were among the first teachers at the academy to come into contact with Lu Mingfei. Due to certain special circumstances, Lu Mingfei was in a coma when he arrived at the academy on the CC1000 train. When I received Lu Mingfei, I conducted a comprehensive physical examination on him."

"This includes dragon's blood concentration testing, muscle cell analysis, and heart rate recording..."

Masashi Tomiyama kept using technical terms.

This report is obviously not true. He did not draw blood from Lu Mingfei that day, but only performed the most basic health checks, including measuring heart rate and respiratory rate.

All the data showed that Lu Mingfei was in very good health, but that was all. Further examination would require specialized equipment and a team, meaning that the report was basically fabricated.

However, the coma and examination did occur. With the school board giving up on further investigating Lu Mingfei, this record is enough to shut everyone up. In fact, it's just a formality now; Manstein next door is already packing up his documents and preparing to leave.

Few students could discern anything amiss from the medical report. As they listened to Masashi Tomiyama's analysis, the atmosphere became lively again. Many continued to chant Lu Mingfei's name, while Finger, holding the banner, never lowered his hand—he was the true love.

The tenured professors carefully examined the data in the medical examination report, and many noticed suspicious points. However, the laptops representing the school board members were placed in front of them. They glanced at the confident Principal Angers and knew how things would unfold.

Even if one were to raise questions, it wouldn't be at a time like this.