Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei returns from Warhammer

"We will fight to protect mankind. Courage and faith are our guns and swords."

"Sounds like... some lines from a comic book protagonist."

"The Emperor's aspirations are infinitely greater than theirs."

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Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang walked side by side downstairs in the community.

It was lunch time and there was no one on the road.

"Speaking of which, why do you keep wearing these black glasses?"

Chu Zihang lowered his sunglasses slightly, revealing a pair of golden eyes.

Lu Mingfei raised his eyebrows, not surprised:

"When did it mutate?"

"Is it a mutation..."

Chu Zihang thought about this word for a moment, then put on his sunglasses again and said calmly:

"When I woke up this morning and looked in the mirror."

"Whenever I close my eyes these days, my mind is filled with the scenes I experienced that night."

"After that night, my senses became clearer and more sensitive. It felt like...a normal person taking off his myopia glasses."

"It seems like there are a lot of mysteries surrounding your father."

Lu Mingfei said.

"He hid his true self very deeply. For so many days after the accident, no one asked about him."

"Including the boss of the Black Prince Group, even if he doesn't care about his 'missing' driver, he should still care about his more than nine million Maybach."

"But he didn't."

"The next day a new driver came to pick him up in a new Maserati, as if there had never been a driver like Chu Tianjiao."

Chu Zihang said that the two of them had already reached the gate of the community, and a Mercedes-Benz S500 was parked on the roadside.

"Then have you told your mother?"

Lu Mingfei asked.

Originally he didn't want to say anything, but since the other party was his first loyal battle brother here to believe in the emperor.

As a blood priest trainee in the battle group, he should also pay more attention to Chu Zihang's mental condition, so as to slowly guide him from an avenger to a loyal warrior fighting for mankind and the emperor.

"No, I don't want to disturb mom. Now that she has a new life, let her continue to live a carefree life."

Chu Zihang said.

"All right."

It seems that Chu Zihang's mental state is quite stable and he does not need to be enlightened.

Chu Zihang opened the door of the Mercedes-Benz and took out a black extended tennis bag.

"This... is for you."

He opened a section of the zipper, revealing the murderous black handle of the knife.

This was the second Murasame inserted into the door umbrella holder of the Maybach. The first one was held by Chu Tianjiao and cut off Sleibnir's four legs.

"No, you can keep it for yourself."

Lu Mingfei shook his head.

He is used to weapons such as chainswords and power hammers that can deal with large numbers of enemies at once.

Murasame's thin long sword is not suitable for him, so he should let Chu Zihang inherit his father's legacy.

"……OK."

Chu Zihang didn't say much and put the tennis bag back in the back seat.

"Then you want me to go with you to investigate that boss and see what secrets he knows about your father?"

Lu Mingfei asked.

"No...go to my dad's place first."

"There may be something we want to know there... Let's pack it up by the way."

Chu Zihang said calmly.

"good."

Lu Mingfei was in high spirits.

After realizing that there were aliens and false gods in his hometown, Lu Mingfei read a lot of domestic and foreign mythological stories these days.

Fortunately, he has re-adapted to the "diversified culture" of his hometown, and he will not suddenly shout "You bunch of false gods!" while reading and then burn the book.

But apart from knowing the name of the false god Odin who was severely injured by him, he found nothing else.

Now we can get more information about aliens and false gods from Chu Tianjiao.

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The Mercedes-Benz drove all the way to the edge of the city.

"My impression of my father was that he was a driver who only knew how to drive. He first drove for the city's tax bureau, then quit his job and went to drive for the boss of the then emerging Huanyu Group."

"A few years ago, the boss of Huanyu Group ran away with the money. After the company went bankrupt, he ran to the Black Prince Group again."

"He has been living here since he divorced his mother."

Chu Zihang stopped the car on the side of the road.

Ten years ago, this was the city's busiest "high-tech heavy industrial zone". Huanyu Group was the most popular leader here. The boss claimed to build Asia's No. 1 special metals base locally and defrauded countless banks of loans. .

But the efficiency of the factory was extremely poor. By the time the bank realized something was wrong, the boss had already taken the money and ran away, leaving only a huge mess.

Lu Mingfei followed Chu Zihang into this deserted and silent factory area.

The potholed roads were littered with glass shards and nails, and the rocks were overgrown with weeds, like a wasteland.

Of course, there are also residents in the wasteland.

Outside an abandoned factory not far away, several gray-haired middle-aged men wearing gray coats saw the two visiting teenagers.

After they looked at each other for a few times, they walked straight over.

"Hey, brother, are you looking for someone? I know this place well."

The looks and smiles on the faces of these middle-aged men were malicious.

"No need, I know the way."

Chu Zihang said calmly and ignored them.

One of the men quickened his pace and stopped in front of him.

What responded to him was the black tennis bag containing Murasame. With a "pop", the man covered his face and fell to the ground screaming.

"I don't want to cause trouble, but you don't want to mess with me either."

Chu Zihang's voice became cold, and then he continued to walk deeper into the factory area.

The men backed away in fear, not daring to continue to block him.

Lu Mingfei raised his eyebrows, said nothing, and just continued to follow Chu Zihang.

Until I saw a gray-white three-story building.

Most of the office doors in the building have court seals affixed to them, except for the one at the end of the first floor that has a piece of white paper taped to the door with the words "Media Asia Group Bankruptcy Liquidation Team Office" crookedly written on it.

There was only one person in the office, and he was dozing off on the table. Chu Zihang walked straight over and gently knocked on the table.

"Hello, Uncle Shui."

The middle-aged man raised his head blankly and looked at the cold young man wearing sunglasses in front of him.

"You...who are you?"

"Chu Zihang, Chu Tianjiao's son."

Chu Zihang said.

"Uh...oh! I remembered it. I often heard Lao Chu mention you, and now I see you are really extraordinary..."

Uncle Shui patted his head and put on a kind smile.

"Dad told me that if I came here to find him and he wasn't here, I could get the key from you."

Chu Zihang said.

"Oh, yes, yes, he told me many times... nothing happened on the way here, right?"

"What happened here?"

Lu Mingfei asked.

"Well, there is a group of quite troublesome guys who have settled here. I don't know what they are doing. Anyway, if you see them, you should take a detour... I found Lao Chu's room key, 062."

Uncle Shui rummaged through a lot of documents on the table and finally found a rusty iron key in the drawer.

"By the way, where did your dad go to make a fortune these days? I haven't seen him yet. He still owes me a meal of stewed intestines."

Uncle Shui asked with a smile.

"he died."

Chu Zihang looked calm.

The tears he wanted to shed had already dried up on that rainy night, and he was now waiting for the moment when he would kill the god with a knife.

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