Dragon Clan: No one wants me, Lu Mingfei.

Chapter 421 I am Constantine, and I have met some very bad people

The turbulent October in Asia is already halfway through, but America, far across the ocean, is still peaceful. Killings here and fires there, gang fights and bank robberies are commonplace, and do not cause the citizens, the beacon of freedom and democracy, to worry at all.

What's the old Chinese saying? All fear comes from insufficient firepower!
As long as you go to the weapon store frequently to buy guns and ammunition, you will never have to worry about running out of firepower.

"boom!"

A gunshot broke the early morning tranquility of the University of Chicago campus.

But soon, the students who were awakened by the gunshots did not hear the broadcast or the alarm, and realized that it might be the Chicago gangs cleaning out traitors or undercover agents of the rival gang, so they hugged their pillows and went back to sleep.

But there was one person who was an exception.

In front of the computer that was flashing with cold light, the young man with a happy face raised his head, revealing his very recognizable sunken eyebrows and a pair of dark circles under his eyes that were comparable to a panda's.

Old Tang!

Old Tang, who was studying at the University of Chicago in place of Shimura Nishihachi, rubbed his eyes tiredly. He had been reading materials all night. Although he didn't know how much he had read, he just felt that his brain was filled with knowledge and could not hold anything else.

Looking at the time, there was only an hour left until dawn. Old Tang finally couldn't bear the sleepiness anymore. He turned off the computer and fell on the bed, still muttering to himself why that damn employer hadn't come back yet.

As a bounty hunter, Old Tang, who has just started his career, has relatively good professional ethics. He always completes the missions he accepts diligently and responsibly, but he is far less flexible in his moral bottom line than his peers.

Therefore, even though his employer told him not to worry about his grades, he still worked hard to enrich himself, helping "Shimura Nishihachi"'s academic performance to steadily decline instead of plummeting, while constantly improving his own vision and knowledge.

Of course, it was definitely not because the respected teacher was deliberately targeting him and teaching him knowledge that he could not understand at all in every class.

Studying is the best way to help you sleep. The moment the back of Old Tang’s head touched the pillow for just three seconds, he immediately fell asleep.

In this dream, there is no damn calculus or damn physics machinery, no hunter website or those weird tasks.

In his dream, he returned to the motherland that only existed in the news. In the ever-flowing Yangtze River, the shadow of a huge monster could be seen shuttling beneath the current.

In the blink of an eye, he fell into a torrent that was beyond human control, and saw the magnificent bronze city hidden under the river.

Although he had never seen such a great building before, he strolled leisurely in the Bronze City as if he had been there thousands of times, or even as if he was back home.

The intricate maze could not stop him. He walked forward and finally arrived at the center of Bronze City, the hall where the Lord of Bronze City sat.

What surprised him was that the person sitting on the throne in the hall was an extremely thin boy who looked malnourished.

For some reason, the thin boy's face was covered with a shadow, and his true appearance could not be seen at all.

Old Tang, who had good observation skills, noticed that the thin young man who was suspected to be the Lord of Bronze City did not sit in the center of the throne, but only occupied about one-third or even less of the position at the edge, as if he wanted to share this throne symbolizing power and authority with another person.

But, who would he share it with?
Looking at the throne and the young man, Old Tang felt an inexplicable throbbing in his heart, but he didn't know where this throbbing came from. Could it be that he, Tang, was still dreaming of becoming a prince?
Just as he was puzzled, the young man sitting on the throne spoke. His voice was not as solemn and majestic as he had imagined, but rather a little timid and weak, which made people feel pity for him:
"Brother, you came to see me."

While the young man was speaking, a strong mental shock came over him. Old Tang felt a sudden buzzing in his head. Then, as if realizing that he was dreaming, his brain began to swell uncontrollably, and he wanted to force the dream to end and regain consciousness.

However, due to the interference of unknown factors, he did not wake up from the dream. He just looked at the young man with a dizzy head, who had stood up at some point and was facing him as if he wanted to walk down.

But after he showed vigilance, the boy put down the foot he had just raised and stopped where he was, a little at a loss, like a child who had done something wrong and made his brother unhappy and was afraid of being punished.

Why are you afraid? You didn't do anything wrong and I'm not angry!
Inexplicably, after seeing this scene, Old Tang felt a little irritated for no reason. He wanted to scold her, but before he could speak, he showed concern in a different way:

"Who are you and why are you here alone?"

Seeing that he was not angry, the young man in front of the throne relaxed his slightly tense body.

Perhaps because he noticed the concern in Old Tang's words, the young man's tone was filled with joy:

"Brother, I'm Constantine, and I've been waiting here for you to come back."

As soon as these words came out, Old Tang's head buzzed again. Still nothing happened. He just looked at the boy whose face he couldn't see clearly in some confusion, trying to think about whether one of his younger brothers accidentally fell into the sea when he was crossing the ocean, or stayed in his hometown.

But no matter how he searched through his memory, he still couldn't remember when he had a younger brother, so he stopped the meaningless search and asked directly:
"Why are you waiting for me to come back?"

Hearing this question, the boy named Constantine almost subconsciously shuddered, his voice trembling a little, like those tragic supporting characters in horror movies who might die at any time, reciting lines full of flags:
"My name is Constantine. I am now in a tributary at the end of the Yangtze River. I met some very bad people, some Yangko Stars.

Now I need your help. Transfer 300 yuan from the bank to help me return to Baidi City. Do you understand what I mean?

I salute you, salute! "

Old Tang: ???
His droopy eyebrows were tightly furrowed together, and he suspected that he was being tricked.

"No, what nonsense are you talking about? Telecom fraud has come to my head?" Old Tang took two steps forward and looked directly at the boy who seemed to be intimidated by his aura and shrank back a little. His voice was loud and full of righteousness:
"You kid, you didn't even ask before committing fraud. I, Tang, have always been a clean-handed person. If you can get a penny out of my pocket, I'll call you brother from now on!"

He had learned on the Internet before that the most popular telecommunications fraud in China now is to impersonate the victim's family member, saying that they are seriously ill and in the hospital or have injured someone and need to pay medical expenses, and then ask the victim to transfer money to a designated bank account in order to defraud and make money.

This kind of petty trick can only bully those middle-aged and elderly people who care about their descendants. It is completely useless for a young man like him who is almost on the road of no return.

And just at the moment when these words came out, the thin boy seemed to have his pain point poked, and suddenly rushed forward, wanting to have a real PK with him in anger.

Just when the distance between the two sides was less than ten meters, the Bronze City suddenly began to shake, and the sky and the earth spun as if it would collapse at any time.

Just when Old Tang saw that the situation was not good and was about to run away, the young man's gentle voice sounded again, with deep worry and reluctance:

"Brother, goodbye, be careful of that..."

Before he could finish his words, the dream completely collapsed. Old Tang's consciousness instantly fell into a chaotic state and he began to fall into a deep sleep.

At the same time, Xia Mi, who had just returned home from school and happily opened the door to turn on the game console to avenge her previous shame, realized something was wrong the moment she rushed into the house. There was an extra atmosphere in the family of 3.5 people that she did not like.

Somewhat familiar, yet somewhat disgusting.

Following the eye-catching and disgusting scent, she pushed open the door of the game room.

You don't even have to go in. Just push the door open and you'll see a brass jar as tall as a person leaning against the corner.

Xiao Longnu stood at the door, her golden eyes quietly lit up, and she read out the fine lines on the surface of the brass jar word by word:
"I dedicate my blood and bones to the great prince Nidhogg. He is the supreme, powerful, and virtuous being who rules the world with destiny - Norton."

The moment the word Norton came out of her mouth, the brass jar that was suspected to be Norton's bone bottle shook slightly, as if it had some reaction to her words.

Glancing at Lu Mingfei who was still dawdling at the door changing his shoes, and Eiry who was chattering nonstop, Xia Mi thought for a moment and decided not to let them rashly come into contact with the Dragon King.

She glanced around the room, held the feather duster that Xia Di bought when he had a brain seizure in her hand, and quietly closed the door of the game room.

Although the only way to decide life and death between kings is to draw blood, but now she is facing a man who is not the annoying Norton, so...

"Hey, hey, hey, I'm going to beat ten today!"

Since there was only one Constantine, Xiaolongnu had to settle for the second best and just beat him ten times.

Hearing the ping-pong-clang sound coming from the game room, Lu Mingfei, who had taken out his homework to help Eri with her homework, looked up in confusion and looked towards the direction where the sound came from: "What the hell are you doing, little shrimp?"

Xia Di, who had already turned on the TV and connected the game console, sat down on the sofa and took a leisurely and comfortable posture: "She is playing Mortal Kombat."

"Playing Mortal Kombat alone?" Lu Mingfei was confused. Among the three fighting game masters present, why did Xia Mi choose to hide in the game room alone to torture the AI?

Could it be that he was planning to secretly practice his special moves so that he could catch them off guard after he had mastered them?

"Heh, you think you can defeat us like this? You are too naive."

Realizing that he had discovered Xiao Xiami's sinister intentions, Lu Mingfei immediately pulled Eiry to finish her homework in order to free up more time for gaming.

He wants to prove through actual actions that there is no way to improve his skills by honing his skills against machines, and that he must face off against strong real-life players in order to continue to grow while being beaten and abused, and finally become a dominant boss.

Xia Di was happily playing games when a text message popped up on his phone beside him. It was a transfer information from the bank. The transferor was a retired Dragon King who was still sleeping soundly on the other side of the ocean.

Glancing at the message, he generously said, "I made a lot of money today. I'll treat you to a big meal later."

As soon as these words came out, the crackling sound of the game room stopped, and the little dragon girl poked out a small face full of joy: "I want to eat grilled lobster."

Although she didn't know where Xia Di found Constantine, since that guy brought the dragon back, he would definitely not sit idly by and watch her do whatever she wanted and bring harm to the child who hadn't even been born/hatched yet.

It would be better to take this opportunity to ask Old Xia to buy some delicious food to comfort her heavy heart.

After Xia Di finished printing, she retracted her head and continued to beat Constantine's bone bottle with a feather duster:
"Constantine, don't hide in there and keep silent. I know where you are!"

……

On the other side, Lu Tianming, who had received Xia Di and Chairman Shao in the morning, had returned to the villa in Peacock Residence.

No one came to greet her. It looked like Su Xiaoyan was having fun with her group of close friends again.

He saw Chu Zihang's shoes at the entrance. He thought that this stepson, whom he never had to worry about, should be doing his homework in the room.

Thinking of the figure who left in a dashing manner in the morning, Lu Tianming felt a little helpless.

Sure enough, it is not easy to deal with people from official agencies.

After Xia Di left in the morning, he and Chairman Shao immediately handed over the bottle that looked like dragon bones. They did not hand it over to the Dragon Group's branch base, but sent it directly to Xia Di's home.

They would only be asking for trouble if they kept this thing on their bodies. If it were to get out accidentally, those dragon followers who coveted the power of the dragon clan would certainly not let it go, and even the black and white forces in the mixed-blood society would target them.

In this case, the bone bottle will not be able to be preserved, and even the house may be attacked and turned into ruins, so the best way is to hand it over.

He put his things down, told the housekeeper Aunt Tong to call him when the meal was ready, and then walked into the study alone.

Today, I repaid the favor of the Black Prince Group's president and deepened the cooperative relationship between the two companies. I also invested a clothing factory that no longer had much value in the brand created by the boss lady of the Su Group. Overall, it was still a good deal.

I turned on my computer and logged into the forum where the most common topic was sending razor blades to Jiangbei. I opened the post that was treated as a joke by countless people, and after flipping through ten or so pages, I finally saw that person's message.

The message was still the same: "I have a wife, children and a warm bed," with no other instructions or requests.

I feel a little disappointed and a little worried. He has been missing for more than two weeks and there has been no news from him.

Logically speaking, given the country's efforts to protect talents, nothing should have happened to that guy, but things are unpredictable and one has to be careful. Especially since Xia Di can command the entire Dragon Team at will, he is really worried that that guy will be retaliated against.

When Lu Tianming thought of that mysterious man, a hint of reminiscence could not help but well up in his eyes.

It was on a rainy night seven years ago on an overpass. His car broke down unexpectedly, and a kind handsome guy passing by helped him fix the car. After that, the kind handsome guy helped him get rid of the competitor who wanted to get rid of him, helped him save his company that was on the verge of bankruptcy, helped him divorce the woman who wanted to share his property, and introduced him to a stunningly beautiful wife who came with a burden.

Thinking of the man with an embarrassed smile on his face, asking her to help take care of the mother and son, and requesting him to open the door in a bathrobe when Chu Zihang came for the first time, which led to him getting poked in the face with ice cream.

This elite man with a side-parted hair couldn't help but curse in a low voice:
"What a jerk."

(End of this chapter)