Lu Mingfei, the Martial Saint of the Dragon Clan

"Didn't you say that a typhoon is coming?"

"Why is it sunny again?"

"This weather is really weird."

"Who says it isn't?"

Han Ye carried his guitar to Ziyang Street in a daze.

I don’t know where this person slept in the corner last night. His hastily tied high ponytail was still mixed with grass clippings.

"Brother Lu, Brother Lu..."

He muttered and walked back and forth twice.

Gradually it stopped.

No one was seen.

It shouldn't be.

At this time, Lu Mingfei should have set up a stall long ago.

Han Ye scratched his head.

"It's not him, but he's also sleeping in?"

After thinking vaguely for a long time, but feeling uneasy after all, Han Ye simply turned around and headed towards Laojing Alley.

When he came out of the alley, his face looked even more confused.

He looked back strangely.

"Who are those guys?"

Han Ye muttered and left.

I just passed by a boy carrying a tennis racket bag.

Han Ye yawned and covered his mouth with his brown gloved hands.

The boy who passed by had a cold face and was as silent as an assassin in martial arts.

In the same moment.

The two turned back.

Chu Zihang and Han Ye looked at each other.

He looked at the man's gloves.

Han Ye smiled awkwardly.

Chu Zihang nodded and looked away.

To be far away.

"Susie."

He said.

"Investigate that person."

His partner answered neatly in the headset.

"receive."

Enter Laojing Lane.

On both sides are moss-covered walls.

The sun shines on the cold-faced boy.

Under the broken hair is a pair of calm eyes.

He met a pair of wary eyes, and they were separated at the first touch.

Chu Zihang frowned slightly.

Since entering Laojing Alley, there have been two men in black every three meters. They have occupied every favorable terrain. Chu Zihang silently calculated in his mind. He found that even if an elite special team invaded, there would be These black-clothed men were stationed there. Most of them had to rush ten meters, or at most twenty meters, and then they could only leave the corpses on the ground before evacuating.

Chu Zihang firmly believed in his judgment.

As the current president of Lionheart, he has the experience of executing six perfect missions. Although he is only a sophomore in terms of academic qualifications, in terms of true level, I am afraid that even the best among the special forces will be compared to Chu Zi. Aviation is also far behind.

After all, comparing an ordinary person to an A-level hybrid is too bullying.

What's more, this A-level is also an elite reserve specialist in the executive department. He is known as the killer of embryos. Murasame has produced countless dangerous hybrids. He is also the dream lover of countless girls in Kassel.

The two men in black stared at Chu Zihang and made a few hidden gestures. One continued to monitor, and the other raised his collar and reported.

Chu Zihang discovered this keenly.

There is a commander.

He judges.

There are people hiding in the dark.

Such a level of security.

Even if it is a scientific research base for taboo projects, it is nothing more than that.

Chu Zihang thought.

Don't ask him why he knows what the security of the scientific research base is like.

Then we have to tell the story of a small armed organization in the Middle East that accidentally discovered a hybrid.

The process can roughly be summarized like this.

Chu Zihang rushed in.

Chu Zihang is unstoppable.

Chu Zihang went on a killing spree.

Chu Zihang left and left a bomb behind. He never looked back to see the explosion.

In addition, Chu Zihang finally took away three children who served as experimental subjects.

The youngest is six years old.

And their original companions numbered twenty.

Chu Zihang's thoughts flew away for less than a second.

He was pulled back again.

This time, I was just looking for Lu Mingfei to meet his S-class junior and try to get information from him.

They traced Qianmian's last traces and found that the painting "Waiting for the Flowers to Bloom" was circulated from Lu Mingfei.

Perhaps this S-class student, who is comparable to a principal, can provide more intelligence for their actions.

Then Chu Zihang can take Murasumi to chop Qianmian to death, and then call it a day so that he can go back to school to eat the German secret-flavored pork leg.

Of course, Su Qian hesitated several times before the action. Based on her understanding of Chu Zihang, she was really worried that the president of the Lion Heart Club would frighten their S-class disciples during this trip.

Along with the task of observing Lu Mingfei, there was also the past life of this S-class person.

What should I say?

It can no longer be said that the S-class is different.

That was just plain mediocre.

Susie flipped through the material three times.

Heck, who would dare to believe it? Our S-class students from kindergarten to senior year of high school, the most glorious thing on their resume is actually the director of the high school literature department.

The specific duties of this director are to collect activity funds and weekly readings of classics. The director is called a director in line with the style of an aristocratic school like Shilan Middle School. Most people would call this kind of person an errand boy.

Su Qian stared at Lu Mingfei's ID photo when he was a freshman in high school. The young man in it was smiling cautiously.

She just couldn't understand it.

Such an extremely ordinary guy.

It's actually an S-class comparable to a principal.

But when she talked about this with Chu Zihang, Chu Zihang, who usually only thought about missions and training, actually spoke for the first time.

He looked at the boy in the photo.

"He is my junior brother."

"Very strong."

Susie wanted to say more.

But was interrupted by Chu Zihang.

"I know."

He said.

"But S-class."

"The future is his."

Susie could only feel helpless.

This was the first time she saw Chu Zihang protecting someone like this.

Did he and Lu Mingfei know each other before?

But judging from the information, there is no way that a school boy from Shilan Middle School and a loser could have any interactions with each other.

Susie didn't know.

In fact, Chu Zihang is probably the only one who understands this.

The reason why he defended Lu Mingfei so much.

It was because of that rainy day when the Maybach was scrapped.

From then on, he kept thinking about it day and night.

After all, human memory is such a fragile thing.

He couldn't accept being forgotten.

Forget any information about that man.

Even one frame.

A word.

After all, he is Chu Zihang.

It's the last trace of that man left in this world.

And precisely because of countless memories.

Chu Zihang also remembered Lu Mingfei deeply.

That day, the playground was full of luxury cars, and Chu Zihang stood alone in the corridor waiting.

He saw Lu Mingfei running to find someone to give him a ride.

Can't hear clearly what they say.

Then he saw Lu Mingfei running back with a sneer.

Probably because of a bad experience.

Suddenly Chu Zihang wanted to stop him.

He called Lu Mingfei and told him to wait and come with me.

But before he could speak, the boy had covered his head with his school uniform and rushed into the rain.

Fierce and decisive.

At the time, he didn't understand why he had the urge to stop Lu Mingfei.

It was only through countless recollections later that I finally realized this.

Probably, he saw his own shadow in Lu Mingfei.

They are the same.

A dead child who is equally lonely and stubborn.

Chu Zihang occasionally thinks about it.

If he had stopped Lu Mingfei that day and got into the Maybach with him, would the outcome have changed?

Most likely not.

Maybe it would implicate Lu Mingfei, causing the young man to get lost on the highway in the heavy rain, unable to walk or escape.

Even if I finally get out of the Maybach with myself.

So what?

Chu Zihang thought.

In fact, there are some changes.

At least, if there was Lu Mingfei, he wouldn't be so lonely.

However, Chu Zihang also thought about another possibility.

A possibility that made his heart long for it.

What if, on that rainy day, he followed Lu Mingfei, covered his head with his school uniform, and rushed into the rainstorm headlong.

In this case, the man would not come to pick him up.

The Maybach doesn’t have to hit Highway 0 either.

Everything is still the same.

He will complain about the man breaking appointments again and again.

The man smiled apologetically.

There is no need to pull out the divine sword and rush towards the god.

Only a lonely figure was left to him.

And countless lonely memories in the future.