Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei Returns from Warhammer Retirement

Chapter 275 Old Tang: You have a new order

"You're awake, bro."

A pair of warm hands dragged Chu Zihang out of the darkness.

"I'm not like that."

After a brief trance, he understood everything.

"It seems that you have gained a lot from this dream trial."

Lu Mingfei looked at his forehead, the red brand had already leaked a faint texture.

"Yes, I have witnessed kinship, kindness, courage and betrayal."

Chu Zihang nodded.

He confessed to Lu Mingfei everything he had experienced.

This is a necessary process, and Lu Mingfei also took on the role of the chief priest of the war group.

"Hammer and fire, I remember them. But in real memory, he helped me modify the shotgun, so he got my help and didn't get kicked out of the settlement."

He recalled and said.

In the bottom nest, such a normal family relationship is abnormal, so Lu Mingfei has a deep memory.

To help them, it might not be a good idea to maintain this point.

Hearing the real ending, Chu Zihang felt a little comfort in his heart.

He stood up, went to the Emperor and knelt down on one knee and began to pray.

Lu Mingfei watched him silently, without telling him the final outcome.

A mutant attack hit Blackwater Den, and when he arrived, there was only a leftover arm in the blacksmith's tent.

In the lower hive capital, no one can be lucky all the time.

While thinking, Lu Mingfei caught a glimpse of the night watchman waving at him from the corner of his eyes.

"what's up?"

He walked up to the vice principal and asked.

But the other party just shook his head, and then led him all the way outside Norton Hall.

"Boy Lu, I have something to remind you."

said the vice-principal.

"You said."

Lu Mingfei nodded.

"The effect of spiritual suggestion will become worse and worse, unless the intensity of the suggestion is continuously increased. But at the same time, the mental impact of death in the dream will become stronger and stronger until the real death."

said the vice-principal.

"I understand."

He was not surprised by the vice principal's words.

There is also a link of mental hypnosis in recruit surgery, and there are not a few candidates who have fallen into madness in this environment.

"Aren't you going to tell them?"

asked the vice-principal.

"Of course I'll tell them, why do you ask that?"

Lu Mingfei expressed his incomprehension.

"Oh, I thought you were the kind of single husband who took care of everything by himself."

The vice principal said bluntly.

"If necessary, I will, but not yet. The Emperor has seen their courage, and this difficulty is nothing to them."

He looked across the gates of Norton's Pavilion to his fellow Chapter members, a benign smile on his face.

It is really a kind of luck to meet so many outstanding young people when I return to my hometown.

"Your expression now is exactly the same as when Ange saw you."

The vice principal complained.

"That's probably what the heroes see and agree with."

Lu Mingfei had a rare boast.

"Too lazy to chat with you old monsters, I went back to see the good things Fingal got me."

The vice principal made a nauseous expression, turned and left.

"The deciphering of the bronze tablet is up to you."

Lu Mingfei said.

"Look at your mood."

The vice principal waved his hand and walked away slowly.
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In a slum area of ​​Brooklyn, an Asian youth is walking with his head bowed.

The hot people around are scattered all over the street in twos and threes, like wild monsters spawned everywhere in RPG online games.

Some of them were smoking, some were showing off their newly purchased T-shirts, their malicious eyes followed the youth, and they made provocative voices from time to time.

The Asian youth was unimpressed, he had lived in this neighborhood for a long time, and the way to avoid trouble was not to understand them, preferably not even make eye contact.

Once they find an excuse to provoke trouble, they will be beaten at least, and peanuts at worst.

But fortunately, maybe these people hate the smell of yellow skin, so they don't bother him much.

As for why other people with the same skin color would be robbed, that's none of his business.

The Asian youth walked quickly and returned to the house he rented.

He quickly closed the door, locked it again, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Every time he goes out to buy something, it's like an adventure. Well, when will he save enough money to live in those high-end neighborhoods patrolled by strong white men.

The Asian youth unbuttoned his loose coat, and spread all kinds of convenient food and discounted drinks inside on the bed.

He tore open a bag of potato chips and poured it into his mouth, then opened a bottle of iced Coke and took a sip.

"Beautiful!"

Young Asians couldn't help shouting out the dialect they learned from Chinese netizens.

After the ceremony was over, he turned on the screen, and the penguin flashed continuously in the lower right corner.

"Let me see which of my defeated subordinates will come to me to continue my previous humiliation."

The Asian youth smiled and clicked on the message.

"Old Tang, kill two games?"

The netizen whose profile picture is braised lobster in a pot of oil said.

"It's this guy. He was ridden in the face by my flying dragon the day before yesterday. How dare he invite you to fight today? I'm sure you'll never come back!"

Old Tang smiled confidently, and was about to reply when he stopped suddenly.

He closed his eyes and took out his wallet, then opened a slit to take a look.

No miracle happened, Franklin did not appear in a superposition state.

"Damn, there is meat in the meat bag, why is there no money in the wallet? Fraud, this must be fraud!"

Old Tang was talking nonsense, and at the same time he was fingering like flying on the keyboard.

"Wait for me for 10 minutes, brother, I'll see if there is any live pick-up. It's almost impossible to open the pot recently."

Ignoring the taunts such as "No way, Run has lived such a miserable life after arriving in the United States", he opened the hunter website.

Yes, this good-for-nothing who can only stay at home and play games, and see the high-flying gangsters walk with their heads down, is a hunter, and the registration time is not short.

With Old Tang's lazy and self-contained personality, it is impossible to work part-time. He can only go to the hunter website to find small jobs that are not black and white, and earn a little money to maintain his life.

As for how he found this website, it was also because of a coincidence.

That day when Old Tang went to buy burgers at Subway, he was bumped by an impolite guy as soon as he entered the door.

When he got up and wanted to complain, the man had already left, but he lost his wallet.

Old Tang naturally wouldn't be a good citizen, so he picked up his wallet and left.

In addition to a few pieces of change in the wallet, there is a piece of paper with the website address written on it.

He logged into the website out of curiosity, then registered a hunter account out of nowhere, and then started taking jobs.

He still has self-knowledge about himself, he doesn't accept all the hard jobs that make him want to wield knives and guns at first glance, but only accepts soft jobs such as express delivery, tracking, and finding resources.

Of course, relying on this is definitely not enough to support yourself.

So Old Tang would occasionally take on some slightly harder jobs.

For example, go to the grave.

He seems to have a natural resistance to supernatural things, such as those ancient tombs where he can't get in and out, and he has nothing to do with it, and some curses that are rumored to be very effective in the industry have no effect on him.

As for why he lived in such poverty with such a talent, he had to mention another talent of Old Tang.

Poor god possessed.

No matter how big the order he made, it won't be long before he loses his underpants because he hits someone else's car by bicycle, falls into the sewer while walking, or the bank detects improper transactions and freezes his account.

When he believed in various religions and couldn't change his fate against the sky, Old Tang basically accepted his fate.

He felt that his luck was probably exhausted during the mission, so he didn't accept any more orders for the tomb during this period.

It's not that he's washing his hands, but that he's waiting, waiting for a shocking order, waiting for a chance to turn around.

Now, this opportunity has come.

Old Tang opened his mouth and looked at the hottest post on the website.

"Go down to the water hole to get a set of ancient handicrafts, and offer a reward of 2000 million US dollars."

The font of 2000 million US dollars is specially marked in red and highlighted, which is shocking.

(End of this chapter)