Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei Returns from Sekiro

He was quite certain that he couldn't possibly have anything to do with such a tall and beautiful woman. Even without seeing her face, her Miss World-level figure alone was enough to make anyone's nose bleed.

What could this female agent, who seems to have stepped out of some strange movie, possibly have to do with this loser from the bottom of the world?

He was wearing unbranded cheap clothes from a street stall, and he didn't look rich at all. His appearance was also average. You couldn't possibly rob him of his virtue, could you?

Or does this beautiful woman simply prefer younger high school students?

Lu Mingfei retreated step by step. He didn't want to fight because all the moves he knew were killing moves, each one aimed at taking a life. There was never any concept of stopping short of killing.

Even when practicing with the immortals of the Buddhist temple, their attacks were all aimed at vital points, so it was best to avoid fighting if possible.

But the beautiful woman in front of him didn't think so. She pulled out a gleaming steel knife from the side of the motorcycle, and with a flash of silver light, the black shadow slashed straight at him.

"So fast!"

Lu Mingfei was taken aback by the sudden outburst; he never expected that someone would bring such a dangerous weapon into the streets in a society governed by law.

"Officers, what are you all doing?! Someone here is carrying a controlled knife! Quickly take her to the police station for a pork chop rice!"

He dodged the attack with a backflip, but his backpack wasn't so lucky. Both shoulder straps were severed, and the gray backpack, along with a stack of books, fell to the ground with a dull thud.

"This guy is serious!"

Lu Mingfei was a little unhappy.

One reason was that the backpack was slashed, but more importantly, he couldn't see the woman's reverence for life.

If it were an ordinary male high school student, that blow would have been fatal.

The blood squeezed from the artery would gush out like a fountain, and the powerless body would fall to the ground, staining the ground red, with only the warmth slowly slipping away from the fingertips.

The scenery before your eyes will gradually blur, until you can only see nothingness, as if you have fallen into an ice cave, which is dark and cold.

Even after experiencing it thousands of times, Lu Mingfei still hated that feeling.

Life is precious, and no one has the right to control another person's life and death.

He became a little more serious, raised his head, and looked at the willful little girl who needed to be taught a lesson.

In an instant, Chen Motong felt an overwhelming pressure, as if a million embroidery needles were piercing her body from all directions.

Those lazy eyes held the scent of a lone wolf; at this moment, the good-for-nothing high school student transformed into a ruthless killer.

Chen Motong had never believed in the existence of murderous intent before, but now she did.

The air seemed to freeze. Her limbs stiffened, and her body felt like a rusty machine without oil. But the willful little witch never gave in. Under her helmet, she stared directly into Lu Mingfei's eyes and stabbed him forcefully.

But the next second, her knife suddenly lost power, as if someone had stepped on it.

"See through!" One of the secrets of ninjas is that when facing a thrusting enemy, if you seize the right moment, you can break through many of the enemy's stances and cause them to be stunned for a considerable period of time.

The frail figure disappeared, followed by a heavy blow to her right wrist. Intense pain shot through her; she felt as if her joints and bones had shattered.

Lu Mingfei kicked the woman in the knee, forcing her to kneel on the ground.

"Don't use the knife in your hand to measure the weight of life." The cold words came, and the steel knife was pressed against the woman's neck, sending a chill down her spine.

Preaching is useless; broken bones are better lessons.

Chapter Nine: She gave so much.

What is life? This is a very philosophical question.

In Lu Mingfei's view, life is about being able to breathe fresh air every morning and eat large mouthfuls of soy milk, steamed buns, and fried dough sticks.

He was an ordinary person, ordinary from childhood to adulthood. The only thing that could be considered elegant was that he read a lot of sad European and American literature with Chen Wenwen in the literary society.

Civilized people like to reason with others, but he doesn't, because he's a vulgar person.

In Ashina, no one will listen to your reasoning. Even if you speak eloquently and perform like a clown, no one will slow down their sword strike.

Violence may not solve all problems, but it can solve most of them.

That arrogant and domineering woman who dared to slash people in the street, with such a great figure, is now kneeling on the ground, not daring to move.

The feeling of having your life in someone else's hands is definitely unpleasant; that cold, straight steel knife was pressed against the beautiful woman's carotid artery.

With just a simple swipe, she can have a once-in-a-lifetime experience.

Lu Mingfei was all too familiar with this. Having experienced thousands of deaths, he understood even better the intense fear that erupted from the depths of his genes.

The most basic instinct of living beings is to survive, and this cannot be changed.

You don't feel pain, you've never had your skin cut by a cold blade, you don't know what it feels like to have a bullet lodged in your chest, so of course you don't care.

Only when the roles are reversed will the perpetrator understand how much pain and suffering the person kneeling on the ground begging for mercy endured.

He didn't want to kill her; he just wanted to make this woman understand how precious life is, something that can't be treated as a joke or something to be trifled with.

Lu Mingfei looked around. This road was relatively remote, with few people passing by, and there wasn't even a surveillance camera.

This woman must have been deliberately waiting here to ambush someone.

There was nylon rope on the motorcycle, which he used to tie the woman to the motorcycle and remove the black helmet.

Her loose, dark red hair clung messily to her face, and she appeared to be sweating profusely.

This is undoubtedly a beautiful face, but her expression is somewhat distorted.

The beautiful woman gritted her teeth and glared fiercely at Lu Mingfei, as if she wanted to devour him whole.

"Why did you cut me?" Lu Mingfei asked.

"Hmph!" The beautiful woman snorted coldly and turned her head away.

"who are you?"

"Humph!"

"Are you a pig? All you do is grunt and squeal?"

"You're the pig! Your whole family are pigs!" Chen Motong cursed.

When has the little witch ever suffered such injustice?

At the academy, Caesar's underlings would come to greet her every day, and outside, because of her beautiful face, she easily gained the favor of others.

She was born with a silver spoon in her mouth, a willful and noble little princess. She couldn't sleep comfortably even if there was a pea under her mattress, let alone have the experience of being tied up with ropes in the street.

"Don't worry, I'll call 110." Lu Mingfei took out his phone and pressed the dial button.

He was acting in self-defense. The red-haired woman was unharmed except for some bruises on her wrists, so there was no way he could be blamed for it.

However, Chen Motong was getting a little anxious.

She wasn't afraid of going to the police station; Kassel College had a fast track, and Ye Sheng and Jiu Deya could easily get her out. But wouldn't it expose her if she went to Lu Mingfei to cause trouble on her own?

The key point is that not only did she fail to cause trouble, but she was also subdued and tied to the will-o'-the-wisp, which was extremely humiliating.

As an A-grade mixed-race individual, she has always given the impression of being elegant, dashing, and incredibly handsome.

She could accept being punished for causing trouble, but she could not tolerate being humiliated by being tied up and having a third person know about it.

"No! You can't call the police!"

"Who are you? Why should I listen to you?"

"10."

"what?"

"I'll give you $10."

“I think we can talk.” Lu Mingfei hung up the unanswered call, his expression serious.

......

Whistling, I went back inside. Lu Mingze hadn't returned yet; he was probably still lingering in some corner of the school.

The shoulder straps of the backpack have been sewn on; it only cost 10 yuan, and I got it done at a clothing store near the school.

They often help students with some strange modifications, such as shortening zippers or cutting skirts lower, which don't cost much, usually around ten yuan.

"One hundred thousand US dollars, it really is one hundred thousand US dollars!"

He gently stroked the black card in his hand, as if caressing a young girl's smooth and tender skin.

What's wrong with a pretty older woman just wanting to find a sparring partner?

He also asked if the other party needed hands-on guidance, but was politely declined.

But it doesn't matter. With this money, it doesn't matter whether I get into university or not.

By July 17, he will be an adult, and he will be able to apply for a visa without a guardian.

He turned on his computer and searched online for how to apply for a Japanese visa, but he was still a bit confused.

Travel visas can only be issued for a maximum of 15 days; any longer and you will be deported.

It seems I still need to take the university entrance exams, and it would be best if I could study abroad so I can stay there for a longer period of time.

He always felt that Ashina and Japan were inextricably linked, and he had a premonition that he could find what he wanted there.

Miyazaki Hidetaka, far away in a certain island nation, sneezed. He took out a tissue to wipe his nose, stopped in front of an izakaya, looked at the wooden dachi hanging on the wooden door and the masked ninja sign, and an idea suddenly popped into his head.

Once their team grows bigger, they must develop a fighting game based on the ninja theme!

We must make this game perfect! The graphics must be exquisite! The combat must be exhilarating!

However, this is just a prediction. Their team is working on a groundbreaking hardcore game called Demon's Souls. To be honest, he's not sure if there's a market for this kind of suffering-based game.

But everyone has to have dreams! He didn't want to follow the trend of games that had already become popular and then make a replica.

This is a road that no one has ever traveled before. They are the pioneers, and they will light the bonfire for those who follow.

...

After dinner, Lu Mingfei opened QQ and made a video call with Lao Tang.

Lu Mingze was watching the 8:30 soap opera with his aunt in the living room. Tears streamed down his face as he saw himself reflected in the tragic male leads.

Oh, sunset! Where are you?! The snake longs to see you again!

Those words seemed to be written on that large face.

Lu Mingfei felt a little guilty, never expecting that a small joke could cause his cousin such heartbreak.