Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei Returns from Sekiro

Lu Mingfei looked hesitant.

The principal offered very generous terms. If he participated in the "Kuimen" program, his annual scholarship would double, amounting to $200,000 per year. In addition, his winter internship grades were perfect, meaning he wouldn't have to do any assignments this winter and could have a good year.

Furthermore, the "Introduction to Dragon Family Genealogy" course, which is overseen by the principal this semester, is exempt from the exam, and students can also choose two more courses to be exempted directly from the exam.

Upon returning from the mission, participants will receive an additional bonus based on their contributions, with a minimum of $10 in cash.

“To ensure everything goes perfectly, we have been preparing for the ‘Kuimen’ project for a long time,” Principal Angers said. “Actually, you don’t need to be there at all. You just need to stay on the boat, fish, and enjoy the breeze.”

"Then why did you invite me?" Lu Mingfei asked.

“Because a school board member is very interested in you, he promised that if I could persuade you, he would give Kassel College a generous reward.” The principal rested his elbow on the table and stated the facts frankly.

"That school board member must be after my body, right?" Lu Mingfei felt a chill run down his spine. This sounded like a plot from some cheesy novel, where a domineering CEO falls in love at first sight with a commoner girl and spends a lot of money just to create an opportunity to meet her and win her smile.

There are clearly more suitable candidates than him, such as Senior Caesar, who is obviously much more experienced than him.

But then he suddenly realized, was it because Caesar didn't seem like the kind of man who would be swayed by money that he approached him?

He was indeed quite tempted. He could get money and be exempt from exams. He found several textbooks this semester difficult to understand, so it would be great to get credits so easily.

"How long will the mission take?" Lu Mingfei asked.

“The execution will take place tomorrow night,” Principal Angers replied. “We’ve been conducting drills since last year, and if all goes well, you’ll be able to board the plane back to school the day after tomorrow, which is Friday.”

"What if something unexpected happens?"

“It depends on what kind of accident it is.” Angers paused and said, “Due to the level of secrecy, I can only tell you the follow-up details after you confirm your participation in this project.”

“What I can tell you is that it’s best not to expect anything to go wrong outside of equipment and human intervention, because that’s really dangerous, extremely dangerous.” Angers poured himself a cup of hot tea. “If I were you, I would choose to stay at school and sleep in. Professor Mans is away on business, so tomorrow morning’s first-year class of Magical Mechanical Design will be canceled. You can stay in bed until noon.”

“Uh…” Lu Mingfei scratched his head.

"You don't know Professor Mans yet? He's the one who brought your case at today's trial. Professor Manstein was just persuaded by him to play the villain." Principal Angers took a sip of his red tea. "Perhaps you won't have to attend his classes anymore the day after tomorrow, otherwise he might make things difficult for you in class, calling on you every day and picking you out to answer questions."

"By the way, Mans is still Chen Motong's advisor. He has already completed the file transfer procedures with me, transferring Chen Motong's file to Manstein's. If you're not going, remember to inform that naughty redhead girl for me that her advisor has changed."

Principal Angers spoke of these matters in a nonchalant manner, without putting any psychological pressure on Lu Mingfei. However, Lu Mingfei could tell that Professor Mans Rundstedt was handling these procedures with the awareness that he would never return.

The dangers of the Kuimen Project seem to be higher than imagined.

"Can I know how many people will be participating in this program?" Lu Mingfei asked.

"There are about 100 people, mostly people you don't know. Some are mixed race, some are ordinary people, and some are your seniors. Ye Sheng and Jiu Deya are your interviewers. Do you remember them? They also participated in this project."

Lu Mingfei pictured Ye Sheng's delicate face and the smile of Sister Jiu Deya.

No wonder he couldn't find them at the academy; he even wanted to treat Ye Sheng and Jiu Deya to a meal.

While on the CC1000 train, Professor Guderian had told him about the obligations of students in Kassel.

There are many mixed-race people around the world who are not so kind. They use the power of words to break the law and indulge their desires. Some of them even degenerate into dead servants. Whenever this happens, it is a tragedy that involves at least dozens of lives.

Even armed police officers would find it difficult to handle such cases. Once Norma determined that a case was unusual, she would transfer it to the Kassel executive department for processing.

Students with high bloodline rankings generally join the Executive Department after graduation, cleaning up these scum who threaten social security around the world. They are like the special departments that often handle special events in movies and TV shows.

As for dragons, those things are very rare. Even if they appear, specialists of ordinary levels cannot come into contact with them.

When Lu Mingfei signed the contract, he assumed that he would join the Executive Department after graduation. His academic ability was indeed not very good, but when it came to fighting and killing people, he was quite skilled.

“I’m participating in the ‘Kuimen’ project.” Lu Mingfei looked up and pushed the documents and pen back.

Isn't the timing perfect? ​​I'll be back on Friday, and then go out with Old Tang Finger in the afternoon. It won't take up any time, and I can also treat Ye Sheng and Jiu Deya to a late-night snack tomorrow night, getting everything sorted out in one go.

He's been away from the country for over half a month now, and he really misses the ham sausages and grilled chicken wings from the night market.

Moreover, the rewards are indeed generous; these are bonuses that ordinary people might not earn even if they worked hard their whole lives.

In the past, you could earn this much money just by doing odd jobs, and you could also gain work experience along the way. Why not?

Although it was dangerous, someone had to do it, and he was prepared for it the day the agreement was signed.

"As expected of our 'S' class freshman, you have guts." The principal put the document away. "Norma will arrange your itinerary tomorrow. Professor Mans will explain the details to you on the plane. Don't worry, he's not an emotional person. He takes missions more seriously than anyone else."

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Chapter 89 Moths and Streetlights

Old Tang was lying on Lu Mingfei's bed.

Fingel was on the top bunk, and when he looked up, he could see the corner of his untidy bed sheet that had fallen down.

Fingel's bed sheet was completely different from Lu Mingfei's. Lu Mingfei's bed sheet was entirely crimson with embroidered flowers, giving it a vintage feel and cultural characteristics. It must have been brought from his hometown. Fingel's bed sheet was military green, and his quilt was also a monotonous green, like a uniform style purchased from a wholesale market.

This college is really bizarre, built deep in the mountains and forests. Are those armed security guards there to keep wild animals out of the forest?

Lu Mingfei and Finger called the old man "principal," but perhaps he was overthinking it; this should indeed be a prestigious school with a long history.

"I'm back." Lu Mingfei pushed open the door and came in.

"What does the principal want with you?" Fingel poked his head off the bed.

“He asked me to go out and do some social practice tomorrow.” Lu Mingfei closed the door. “I won’t be back until the afternoon after tomorrow. Let’s just squeeze in together today. Old Tang can sleep in my bed tomorrow. When I get back, it will be a holiday.”

"What time are you leaving tomorrow?" Fingel climbed out of bed and rummaged through the closet.

"We'll leave at eight o'clock after breakfast," Lu Mingfei said.

"Are you going to do social practice as soon as school starts?" Old Tang sat up. "Is the principal planning to promote you?"

"It's not impossible," Lu Mingfei said, sitting on the bed. "After all, I'm dashing, handsome, and have striking features..."

“Stop bragging.” Fingel brought over a small table and threw a deck of cards on it. “Come on, let’s play a few rounds. You can pick one: Dou Dizhu, Flip the Cards, or 10.30.”

"You know how to play Dou Dizhu?" Lu Mingfei skillfully pulled the cards out of the box. "Old Tang, do you know how?"

"Yes," Old Tang replied. He had played cards quite a bit in the Chinese community.

"Let's play Landlord then." Lu Mingfei divided the cards into two neat stacks, held the sides of the cards with his thumb and the rest of his fingers, pressed them into an upward arc, and then placed them on the table. He released the pressure with his thumb, and the cards were slapped together in left-right order, making a series of crisp sounds.

"How much to bet?" Old Tang pulled up a small stool and sat down on the other side.

“I have no money.” Fingel raised his hands.

"Two yuan, in RMB, capped at four times. If you don't have the money, just write an IOU and pay me back when you have it." Lu Mingfei handed the shuffled cards to Lao Tang, who skillfully flipped over one in the middle.

“Okay.” Fingel rubbed his hands together.

Night fell, and all was quiet.

"A 3."

"2!"

"I'm sorry."

"Shunzi".

"bomb!"

"You can beat me in a second! You can kill me in a second! You beat Fingel with seventeen cards today, and I'll eat this whole table right now!"

"Hehe, Shunzi."

"what!!!"

"Can you please be quiet? Other people need to sleep!"

...

The next day, Old Tang opened his eyes from a daze.

He vaguely saw Lu Mingfei and Finger standing on the balcony talking about something.

"You're awake." Fingel brought over a slice of bread with butter and a carton of milk.

"Is Lu Mingfei leaving?" Old Tang inserted the straw into the milk carton. On the balcony, Lu Mingfei was talking on the phone.

“There’s still a while,” Fingel said, tearing off the IOUs stuck to his face one by one and stuffing them into his pocket. “Let’s go to the theater to return the suit, otherwise we’ll have to pay extra if time runs out.”

"Okay." Old Tang yawned, sat up, and found the suit he wore last night and folded it neatly.

As they walked out of the dormitory, Lu Mingfei waved goodbye to them.

After the two figures disappeared from sight, Lu Mingfei put down his black-screened phone, found the wedge-shaped object wrapped in cloth and the Makrov pistol under the bed, and locked the dormitory door.

...

At 17:23 Beijing time, the black Gulfstream G550 roared and tore through the clouds.

This ultra-long-range business jet is designed to serve businessmen, celebrities, and politicians with identities worth billions. It can cross the Pacific Ocean in a matter of hours. When you board the plane, it is still a golden sunrise. At this moment, the sun, glowing with the reddish hues of sunset, is already close to the distant mountaintop.

“I don’t care why they put you in this operation, but remember, I’m the commander-in-chief here.” Professor Mans said sternly. “If you have any questions, you can ask me. I’ll put whatever you want on your resume. So, ‘Special Supervisor,’ do your job.”

"I guarantee the mission will be completed." Lu Mingfei nodded.

Professor Mans assigned him a job: standing guard on the deck, keeping watch for any unusual situations. To put it nicely, he was called a "supervisor," but to put it bluntly, he was a "stable boy" who didn't have to do anything.

Just consider this a vacation; he's never been to the Three Gorges Dam before.

Professor Mans may have a fierce face, but he was easier to get along with than I expected. However, the flight experience was really bad. The Gulfstream G550 was supposed to be a comfortable and quiet business jet, but after the equipment department's modifications, it became a roaring behemoth. The speed increased, but the noise level was seriously excessive, and the seats were changed from soft seats to hard seats.

Lu Mingfei's buttocks were almost numb from the vibrations, but Professor Mans maintained the same constipated expression. During the first hour of the flight, he explained the entire process of the "Kuimen" plan to Lu Mingfei in detail, which was quite conscientious.

The plane arrived at Yichang Three Gorges Airport, where a secret runway had been prepared by the mixed-race organization in China to welcome them.

After taxiing down the runway, the plane landed safely, and Lu Mingfei smelled the moist air with the scent of earth.

After getting off the bus, they were immediately taken to the Three Gorges Dam by a special vehicle; the service was excellent.

The "Moniah" is a tugboat, but it looks like one. In fact, it is a warship, and even a Category 12 storm cannot shake its hull.

"Mans Rundstedt, Lu Mingfei has arrived at his post!"

Professor Mans saluted, and Lu Mingfei stood beside him and saluted as well. The people on the deck also saluted them. Then, a ladder for boarding was lowered down from above. Lu Mingfei walked up the ladder and saw Ye Sheng and Jiu Deyaji wearing diving suits.

“I will now be in full command of the ‘Kuimen’ operation.” Mans put on his military cap, his expression serious. “All units, send your operation reports and exercise results to the captain’s cabin. The operation is scheduled to begin at 8 p.m., with everyone assembling on the deck at 7:30 p.m. for a headcount.”

"Yes!" the sailors replied emphatically.

"The mechanical department is to inspect the equipment. The rest of you are free to do as you please."

"Yes!" everyone responded in unison.

Seeing that Professor Mans hadn't assigned him any tasks, Lu Mingfei dashed off to Ye Sheng and Jiu Deyaji's side, since these were the only two people he knew there.