Lu Mingfei, who studied Dragon Clan before slaying the dragon

The name "Mai Shutoku" flashed on the black Iphone. This was the phone Lu Mingze gave him, because the system of the black N96 was probably under Norma's surveillance and had nothing to do with Kassel College. Lu Mingfei usually uses this iPhone when communicating with people.

"You should call me Mai-senpai." A charming female voice sounded on the other end of the phone.

"Don't do this to me!" Lu Mingfei didn't answer her words at all, "Please explain, I cut off my finger to take blood and gave you the coordinates of the seven deadly sins that you salvaged from the Bronze City. Why? Just sold it to the auction house?"

"You have to ask about potato chips. You know, that girl is our finance minister. I only do manual labor. How can I decide this?" Mai Shutoku dismissed Su Enxi in just a few words. Sold.

There were vague sounds of blame and curses on the other end of the phone, and then there was the sound of chewing potato chips vigorously.

"Let Su Enxi answer the phone." Lu Mingfei tried his best to suppress his anger.

"Um... Enxi, she's not with me anymore. I'll ask her to call you later..." Mai Shutoku said vaguely.

"Ma Yi!" Lu Mingfei shouted angrily, "Don't even think about playing football with me! I heard it, Su Enxi is right next to you, if you don't give me a reasonable explanation today, I won't let you go!"

Lu Mingfei's threat seemed quite intimidating, and complaints such as "It's all your fault" and "What should we do now" came to mind on the other end of the phone.

In the past half year or so, Lu Mingfei and the three of them have become quite familiar with each other. Many tasks will be communicated in private to see if there is sincere cooperation. He thought that the bridge of trust has gradually been built strong and substantial. , but I didn’t expect that it suddenly collapsed with a “bang” today.

Creatures like women are indeed born liars!

"Ming Fei." Potato Chip Girl's voice came from the phone, "The auction is just a formality. Anyway, the seven deadly sins will definitely fall into your hands in the end, right? The secret party is not short of money, but I am here Money has been tight recently, so why not if you can pick up their wool?"

"It sounds very reasonable... No!" Lu Mingfei suddenly reacted, "You have collected a lot of money from the secret party, and the secret party has obtained the seven deadly sins... What about me? How can I be the last to fall? Aren’t you unable to catch anything?”

"Hey, who doesn't know that you, Lu Mingfei, are now the perfect candidate to succeed the leader of the secret party? If you ask that old man Angers for a set of alchemy swords for fun, will he still reject you? This thing has reached Kasai There is essentially no difference between the one in the hands of the Er Academy and the one in your hands." Su Enxi was persuasive, "We spent nearly two million U.S. dollars just on the cost of salvage, okay? Mai was almost regarded as some kind of snorkeling girl by the people from the Hainan Navigation Administration. Catch the perverts.”

"Stop talking about it. It's impossible for any normal person to catch that girl. I have fought and cooperated with her. She is as slippery as a loach!" Lu Mingfei yelled.

"Don't think I can't hear you, who are you talking about?" Mai Shutoku over there dodged the phone and her voice became sharp with anger.

No man has ever described her in such vicious terms!

"Okay, okay, who doesn't know that Mai, you are naturally beautiful, sexy and unrestrained, and have nothing to do with a creature like a loach." Su Enxi comforted Mai Jiude on the phone, and then changed the subject, "As for Ming Fei, wait a minute. Once the auction funds arrive, you will naturally receive a portion of your reward.”

"How much?" Lu Mingfei asked calmly.

"A quarter."

"Deal!" Lu Mingfei made the final decision without any complaints.

"So, there is no problem that money can't solve! You are helping the secret party spend money, but you are making money for yourself, so don't complain!" Su Enxi said carelessly.

"Wait a minute, I have another question." Lu Mingfei said, "The principal said that this auction contains a set of alchemical armor that is suspected to be the Dragon King level. Do you know what the situation is?"

"Did Ange also get this news?" Su Enxi sounded a little surprised, "No wonder, it is not difficult to find out this using the secret party's methods."

"I can tell you for sure that it is not suspected to be Dragon King level, but a set of Dragon King level alchemical armor. It is of the same rank as the Seven Deadly Sins. It was probably made by the world's greatest alchemist, the King of Bronze and Fire." Su Enxi Shen Sheng revealed this secret.

"So...if the Seven Deadly Sins are the weapons of the Lord of Bronze and Fire, then wouldn't this set of alchemy armor be the armor of the Lord of Bronze and Fire?" Lu Mingfei asked, silently thinking about something.

"No." Su Enxi denied Lu Mingfei's guess, "There is no such record. I guess that this set of equipment was made of bronze and fire for another Dragon King, a Dragon King who is closely related to him. The specific one is not yet known. Know."

"Then what's the origin of this item?" Lu Mingfei dug into the details.

"According to rumors, the origin of this armor is China... It was mailed by SF Express across the country, and it was a collect item. The anonymous seller is very low-key and has never been seen. Sotheby's Auction House also strictly abides by this The principle of keeping the identity of the seller confidential is difficult to delve into," Su Enxi said.

SF Express sends alchemy equipment... Lu Mingfei deeply feels that this seller is also a talent.

"understood."

Lu Mingfei nodded, and there was a roar in the distance. He saw a magnificent black Lincoln car driving towards him. In the sun, the polished body of the car shone with a bright luster, like a long black car on the sea. whale.

"I'll hang up first." Lu Mingfei didn't wait for recovery, quickly pressed the red end call button, and put the iPhone into his pocket.

"Mingfei!"

"Wait a minute!"

"Hey...I haven't finished speaking yet!"

Su Enxi looked at the communication on the screen that had been unilaterally cut off by Lu Mingfei. She angrily grabbed a handful of potato chips and stuffed them into her mouth, her chest heaving violently.

"Damn it, I haven't reminded him that our agent is also following him, they have to cooperate with each other!" Su Enxi stuffed potato chips in her mouth and cursed vaguely, "This guy didn't listen to what was said and just hurriedly handed over the phone. If you die, why don't you rush to reincarnate?"

"A difficult boy." Mai Shutoku sighed.

"Who says it's not the case!" Su Enxi bit the potato chips into pieces.

…

The black Lincoln was traveling through the busy city and suddenly turned into a small road in an alley without warning. The name of "Pennsylvania Road" was written on the gray sign.

Two rows of skyscrapers sandwich this gap-like path, like a crack in the high wall that blocks the sky. These buildings were built in Chicago's most luxurious metropolitan era, in the 1950s. It has a long history of sixty years.

Over time, the limestone surface has peeled off, revealing the desolation of the run-down nobles. The sunlight is completely blocked by high-rise buildings. The long and narrow streets are dark and deep. At the end of the road stands a huge square building. There are no windows on the towering walls, only near the top. A row of large exhaust fans is slowly rotating, like the most closed prison cell in the world.

Chicago Civic Opera.

This was once a place where celebrities gathered. Sixty years ago, luxury cars and modern girls gathered here every night. Courteous gentlemen came here with their young female companions to enjoy elegant piano music and musicals. , every time a guest arrives, the waiter is responsible for chanting the name of the distinguished guest loudly, like a ceremonial announcement.

But it has long since declined. Today's young people go to movie theaters, shopping malls or amusement parks for dates. The opera house is the glory of the previous era. Occasionally, people come and leave after a performance, which is due to the old feelings.

But today it came to life again. Cars and sports cars from almost all high-end brands were lined up at the door, with red, white, yellow and green taillights flashing like neon.

The heavy car door opens, and a man in a black tuxedo or evening dress gets out of the car. He wears a white embroidered shirt, and has a parted or slicked-back hair that only appears in old movies, with a thick layer of hair oil on his head. .

And then the hand that sticks out from the car is often wearing long white velvet gloves, and a small silver diamond-encrusted women's watch is worn outside the gloves. The man holds the hand at the fingertips, and gently pulls out the mink-clad dress. The beautiful female companion in the formal dress stepped on the ground with her slender heels, and her long legs stretched out in graceful arcs.

Men and women walked arm in arm towards the opera house. In the mist, time seemed to go back sixty years, to Chicago in the golden age of 1950.

Until a shiny black Lincoln slowly parked next to the red carpet at the entrance of the Opera House. The very discerning waiter could see the old-school and aura of this car at a glance. He trotted down the steps and came with a spring breeze on his face. Go to the car window.

The black privacy-protecting car window slowly lowered, and a young hand with sharp joints stretched out, holding a dark red invitation card between the slender index and middle fingers.

The waiter hurriedly took the invitation and read the somewhat unfamiliar and strange name loudly: "Welcome Mr. Ricardo!"

It was like welcoming a chief who came from afar.

The driver got out of the car, his waist straight and his black clothes with gold-plated buttons on them.

The eyes of the guests coming and going were closely followed... If the driver was so magnanimous, how magnanimous should this "Mr. Ricardo" be?

The driver opened the door of the back seat respectfully, and a young man with light blond hair came out and glanced at the guests coldly. He was tall and expressionless, and he was as noble as the largest chaebol in South Korea. .

He put on black sunglasses to cover his handsome face, lifted up the cuffs of his striped shirt and took a look at the exquisite Patek Philippe watch.

"Sir, the auction is about to begin. Please come with me." The waiter bowed to the young distinguished guest.

The distinguished guest waved his hand expressionlessly, turned around and walked to a silver extended Bentley in the back, bowed slightly and opened the door, "Please, sir."

The guests who stopped in front were astonished, thinking that this impressive young man... was just the one opening the door!

Then what kind of extraordinary bearing should the rightful owner have?

The car door slowly opened, and the real owner appeared. A foot wearing Adidas sneakers first reached down from the back seat...Wait a minute, Adidas sneakers?

The guests on the left and right looked at me and I looked at you, and a question arose in their minds at the same time: Did this gentleman... put on his servant's shoes by mistake when he went out? It’s not that Adidas’ sneakers are not good, but on occasions like today they always seem a bit...

But then there was something even more confusing that made them all confused and silent... another kind of dressing up.

Following the sneakers, a pair of Levi's wide-leg jeans came into view, then a Calvin Klein long shirt, then an unattractive and overly young face, and then a black rag with no hairspray or hair oil. Hair... No suit, no windbreaker, no leather shoes, not even any decorations or a modern female companion. This young man stepped out of the Bentley with high expectations. He was so plainly dressed that he looked like he was at the gym instead of a celebrity event. auctions!

Little did they know that the only CK long shirt on the young man that looked worthy of their attention was a gift given to him by his senior brother on his birthday last year... Lu Mingfei would not be willing to spend thousands or tens of thousands to buy it. A piece of clothing!

For a while, the guests coming and going looked at the young man dressed in "returning to nature" and didn't know whether to sneer or admire him.

"What's going on, Ming Fei? Where are the Armani suit and Rolex watch I prepared for you?" Ange's deep voice sounded in his ears, and the accustomed principal sounded a little... confused at the moment.

"Principal, I tried it, but it's really awkward to wear... isn't CK good? At least I'm still the one who stands out, right?" Lu Mingfei tidied up the tiny microphone hidden under his chin.

Angers was silent. For a moment, he didn't know what to say. This young man always seemed to bring him different surprises... Was he different? That's true, after all, Lu Mingfei's dress is no different from wearing slippers and vest to get married.

"Please... please come with me." The waiter stuttered and led Lu Mingfei inside. They walked through dimly lit passages, various passages that looked like they were flowing through sewers, and the smell of various perfumes and scents in the air. The smell of hair oil mixed together can no longer be described as "fragrant", but "overwhelming", which can make people feel dizzy.

Until they came to the interior of the opera house.

The strong contrast between darkness and light reminded Lu Mingfei of a text he learned in junior high school, "The Story of Peach Blossom Spring"... "In the beginning, it was very narrow, and only then can people understand. After walking dozens of steps, it suddenly became enlightened."

The sky-like pillars are painted dark red, and the giant diamond lamps one after another reflect colorful light. The golden dome and the four walls are painted with Western gods, gorgeous and hideous, and the velvet carpets are painted with colorful lights. The Juliet rose, filled with crimson spirit, guided the distinguished guests to their seats with serial numbers engraved on yellow bronze plates.

Lu Mingfei followed the waiter and walked through the strange eyes. The distinguished guests looked at him as if they were looking at some out-of-place monster. The waiter who led him also had a shameless face and a cold face the whole time... Although he was dressed up Really different.

Until he sat down at the seat marked "No. 24", he looked around, his curious and mocking eyes sweeping over him, like an overwhelming tide that seemed to drown him.

Is it funny? Maybe... Lu Mingfei also smiled for some reason, sitting alone in the corner without any words.

Don’t be timid, suppress it first and then raise it!