Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei Returns from Sekiro

Jiu Deya and Ye Sheng were inexplicably moved. They had actually escaped from the Bronze City and even ran to an open-air food stall a few kilometers away to eat crayfish in a mixed pot of thirteen-spice and garlic flavors.

"Here, Aki, you try it first." Ye Sheng peeled the shrimp shell and fed the shrimp with the Thirteen-Spice flavor to Aki.

"Sheng, you eat too." Even before drinking, Aki's face was slightly flushed as she began peeling shrimp. It was obvious to anyone that they were deeply in love. Lu Mingfei, however, seemed to have something stuffed in his mouth, choking him and unable to speak.

He should go to the next table and have a drink with someone, instead of being a super bright 100-watt third wheel here.

"Maybe I can dig out the photos of my senior classmates and take another look," he thought. But the moment the spicy shrimp touched his tongue, he immediately put the thought out of his mind.

While the two people across from him were still whispering sweet nothings, his bag was already full of shrimp shells.

"What are your plans after the mission is over?" He licked his fingers and took a sip of his ice-cold beer.

"This..." Ye Sheng said apologetically, wiping Jiu Deya's mouth with a napkin.

"Aki and I are preparing to apply for marriage with the college and hope to hold our wedding this year."

"Get married!!!" Lu Mingfei's shrimp fell to the ground.

"You guys are kidding, right?" He grabbed a bright red crayfish, cut open its back to remove the meat, and then put it into the sauce, stirring it over and over again.

“I’m not kidding.” Aki looked at Ye Sheng firmly.

"Cherish the people around you, or you'll easily miss them."

"Isn't the pace a bit too fast?" Lu Mingfei slowly put the shrimp covered in sauce into his mouth, chewing and chewing and chewing. Two friends he knew suddenly sent him wedding invitations. Good heavens!

He still has his first kiss, while everyone else is already planning their weddings. Is he out of touch? Or has the world changed?

“Dragon slaying is a high-risk profession,” Ye Sheng said softly. “If it weren’t for divine intervention, Aki and I would have died in the Bronze City.”

"I've completely figured it out." Ye Sheng smiled, revealing his teeth.

"A man must be responsible and must face his own feelings directly."

"You absolutely have to be my best man then," Ye Sheng said, toasting Lu Mingfei.

"I will definitely come," Lu Mingfei said. He drank the pale yellow wine, bubbles and all, in one gulp. Looking at the pair of mandarin ducks in front of him, Lu Mingfei felt a deep sense of emotion and was truly moved by the beautiful love in the world.

Perhaps he really should take the first step and give it a try. The Moniach. This wrecked warship was towed ashore, to a deserted, desolate area.

The enormous ancient dragon corpse was covered by a black tarpaulin. Mans had just finished communicating with the relevant personnel.

With the "Kuimen" operation concluded, he no longer needed to worry about the remaining matters; others would handle them. The technicians, like ants on a hot plate, scurried about the damaged deck, tallying battle damage and casualties.

Mans quietly went to the stern of the ship, took down the lifeline, led it to a dark little room, locked the door, doused it with gasoline, and threw down a lit cigar.

He was very careful throughout the process, and no one saw him. The flame suddenly rose, illuminating his tired profile. With trembling hands, he cut open a new cigar and lit it in the bright flame.

His face was covered with scars, a white bandage was tied around his forehead, there was a long, thin slit on his left cheek, and many other small wounds, some new and some old.

He sat on the cold bench and sighed. He didn't know if concealing the truth was the right thing to do, but Lu Mingfei had saved his and his students' lives, and the lives of all the crew members. They should have been killed by Gu Long, sinking into the unknown depths of the Yangtze River, their flesh and blood devoured by small fish and shrimp, becoming nourishment for nature.

He has the leisure to smoke here, all thanks to that Chinese kid he initially thought was a dangerous element.

As a professor with more than ten years of teaching experience, he was well aware of the limitations of alchemical bullets in the modern era.

Bullets capable of forming giant ice flowers were unheard of. Lu Mingfei's weapons had been personally inspected by him before boarding the plane. The bullets and guns were ordinary, even somewhat outdated. He also found nothing unusual about the knife, an ancient Japanese sword from a long time ago.

He couldn't understand how Lu Mingfei could use ordinary guns and ordinary bullets to shoot ice flowers that could freeze dragon breath, or how he could use a Japanese sword to summon lightning to knock down a living ancient dragon.

The ancient dragon was hit by a specially made alchemical bullet. Even if it was quickly treated with dragon fire, a small amount of deadly poison would still spread throughout its body. The fact that it used a suicidal impact was enough to prove this.

Although the bullets couldn't penetrate its dragon scales, its condition was definitely not good, but even so, everything that happened on the deck was too unbelievable.

That's simply unbelievable; those four words are the only way to describe it. As Lu Mingfei fired his first shot after being pulled up by the lifeline, Mans used the steel blade on his arm to cut the signal wire.

There were only three lifelines with signal lines: one connected to his large diving suit, and two connected to Ye Sheng and Jiu Deya.

The lifeline on Lu Mingfei's body was not connected to a signal cable, and the lifeline of the two had long been broken. Therefore, the underwater ice and fire flower was not captured by Norma, and only the four people involved knew about it.

The key's inexplicable weeping, the bronze human face's fear and submission—all these signs indicated that Lu Mingfei's identity was not simple. He had not previously made any attempt to conceal it, but considering Lu Mingfei's determination to go down the passage to save Ye Sheng and Jiu Deyaji, he struggled and ultimately made this decision that violated the rules.

Perhaps he had always admired such courageous people. He wished he had had that courage ten years ago, and could have opened the hatch and run towards that figure without hesitation.

He suspected that Angers knew something, otherwise why would he have sent Lu Mingfei all the way here the day before the operation?

They waited quietly for the flames to burn out. Norma only managed to capture the moment he shot the golden dragon in the eye with a sniper rifle; afterwards, all communication devices were instantly destroyed by the ancient dragon's impact.

The final report stated that Gu Lao died from the deadly poison of the alchemical bullet. He told the crew that Lu Mingfei's strength was...

"SS" level classified information, no one is allowed to disclose it. It's unknown how long it can be kept secret, but letting Lu Mingfei's abnormality be exposed like this is definitely not a good thing.

The Secret Party has never been a charitable organization; having lived to this age, he has long since seen the truth. The day all the Dragon Kings are destroyed, this world will be engulfed in a cataclysmic upheaval.

Many people participate in the dragon-slaying cause simply for revenge, like him, like the principal. In the end, what exactly is a dragon?

They are different from all other organisms on Earth. Their genes, cell structure, and scale composition have been analyzed since the last century, but nothing useful has been found.

Humanity still knows nothing about dragons and cannot comprehend the principles and structure of the power of words.

Chapter Ninety-Seven: A Place to Stay

"Hey, I'll be back soon. I have some new ones in my suitcase, don't worry, they're unworn. Go rent a four-seater car, I'll come to your dorm after I finish my report." Lu Mingfei called Lao Tang on the CC1000 train.

Jiu Deya and Ye Sheng were in the row in front of each other, wearing the same pair of headphones and watching a Hong Kong zombie movie. It was the kind of zombie that was dressed in Qing Dynasty official clothes and hopped around, which wasn't scary at all.

But Lu Mingfei could hear the girl's shy cries, see two heads close together and their headphone wires connected, and the air was filled with a sour smell.

Here's a joke: the operations specialists in the execution department are afraid of jumping zombies. At this moment, Lu Mingfei finally understood Mr. Lu Xun's article.

—People's joys and sorrows are not the same; I just find their noise annoying. Putting on his headphones, Lu Mingfei continued watching "Katekyo Hitman Reborn!"

The real world is all heresy! I only love two-dimensional characters! In this cold and indifferent world, only his overheated phone can give him a little warmth.

304. Old Tang, who had just taken a shower, was only wearing a pair of bright red underwear, which he had found in Lu Mingfei's suitcase. The underwear was both red and large.

"Where do you rent a car?" He had a white towel draped around his neck, and he was quite well-built and looked rather muscular.

"Just post it on the forum. Rent it in my junior brother's name, and someone will deliver the car right away." Fingel typed on the keyboard, pressed enter, and sent the edited post.

Old Tang leaned back in his chair, his unkempt hair dripping wet onto the floor, carrying the scent of shampoo. A few seconds later, the post was flooded with replies.

[Where are you going, junior Lu Mingfei? I'll give you a ride (selfie in a sports car).] [Want to go to my villa?]

(Selfie at the big villa)

"Look at this Lu Mingfei, he's such a loser. So many senior girls ask him out, but he doesn't like any of them." Fingel flipped through the profiles of each ID, grinning smugly at the selfies on the avatars.

"So, you're pretty brave, and you have a girlfriend?" Old Tang patted Fingel's shoulder.

"Just kidding, I'm super brave, okay? How could I not have a girlfriend!" Fingel spread his right palm.

"It's right here. I sleep with her every day."

"Holy crap! Did you wash your hands?! Don't come any closer!" Old Tang jumped back.

"Don't hide!" Fingel stood up.

"Let me see if you're developing normally!" Amidst the chaos, Old Tang put on the old coat he took out of the dryer.

"I'll go get the car keys." Fingel cleared his throat and combed his hair in front of the mirror.

"Do you want to come with me?"

"If I don't go, do you have the money to pay the rent?" Old Tang pulled out his vest, which was tucked into his waistband.

“No rent is required,” Fingel said. “You probably don’t know what ‘face’ means. Among the students of Kassel College, who would dare not give my junior brother face?”

"Wow, is he really that good?"

"At least for now."

"Alright, go ahead, I'll wait for you to come back here."

"Okay, see you later." Fingel took the keys and went out.

"See you later," Old Tang replied, scrolling through his phone for famous Italian restaurants in Chicago. This dorm room, which no longer belonged to him, was now empty except for him.

A secret black helicopter arrived in Kassel. Hilbert Jean Angers took a copper canister half his height from the safe and jumped nimbly off the aircraft.

There were masked, armed guards around, like special forces soldiers. Mans got off the plane from the other side.

“Norton’s egg, an unprecedented discovery.” Angers gently stroked the surface of the brass jar, his eyes gleaming sharply.

“Decid how to deal with it?” Mans asked.

"Dissection." Four burly men with bronze skin pushed in an alloy safe. Angers personally locked it and scrambled the combination.

"Human sacrifices over thousands of years have only put the Dragon Kings to sleep. They will cocoon themselves and wait to be resurrected."

"In the past, people used alchemical artifacts, cold weapons, and even evil witchcraft as weapons to fight against the dragons, but their limitations prevented them from completely killing the Dragon King. Now, we have obtained a weapon—a weapon to eliminate them once and for all—that is science!"

"Until now, we have failed to obtain a perfect specimen. Dragons and their skeletons are too difficult to acquire. The only ones we have captured are cubs, which are not fully developed and lack sufficient research value. But today will be a historic day, because we will dissect the Dragon King! To study the mystery of their resurrection!"

"Is the team all raised?" Mans asked.

“Most of the experts have arrived, and some are on their way,” Angers said. “It’s a meticulous project that will last for several days, and they will be involved soon.”

"So eager?" Mans frowned.

"Will we no longer perform MRI scans?"

“There’s no need for that. Just open the jar and we’ll get all the information inside.” Angers directed his men to push the safe into the room, while he and Mans followed behind, keeping a close watch on the outside world.

“But the copper pot isn’t actually made of copper; it’s made of some unknown alchemical material,” Mans continued. “Norton is the King of Bronze and Fire, and both fire and metal are vital forces that awaken him. So what’s sealing him can’t be metal. How do you plan to open the copper pot? By force?”

“‘Gray tin solution,’ a liquid obtained from ancient Egyptian tombs, can corrode its outer layer,” Angers said.

“Since you’re ready, let’s begin.” Mans no longer objected to Angers’ suggestion.

It seemed that everything had been arranged. From the moment Lu Mingfei and he boarded the plane, he had no choice but to stay put.

But it doesn't matter; if it yields the secret to the dragons' resurrection, it's all worth it. A vengeful person is willing to stake everything.

"Ring ring ring ring~" Old Tang's phone rang again. An unfamiliar number. He hung up, wanting to continue looking at the restaurant's signature dishes, but that annoying phone rang again.

"Are you ever going to stop?! You're making harassing calls, aren't you?!" Old Tang wanted to curse. He tried to hang up, but the person on the other end was like a persistent toad, calling back again and again.

Aside from Lu Mingfei and Finger, only those persistent real estate salesmen would want to chat with him like that.

Old Tang couldn't resist any longer and decided to answer the phone and give the other end a sweet, freestyle chat.

The first thing I heard when the call connected was a weak voice.

The voice trembled with tears, carrying a sense of loneliness, like a lost child squatting on the street crying because they couldn't find their parents.