Dragon Clan: Force me to be reborn and slay dragons

Chapter 371 The Unexpected Thunderstorm

"When the moonlight shines on my face, I think I'm about to change my appearance. There's a soup called Meng Po's soup; drinking it will make you forget everything from the past."

Dinner was hot pot again. Lu Mingfei hummed a song while stirring the soup. Xia Mi, who was passing by with a drink, felt like she was being subtly insulted and couldn't help but glare at him.

You're the one who's Meng Po! Your whole family are Meng Po!

After glaring at him, she couldn't help but glance at Chu Zihang. Seeing him intently carving patterns on a squid with a knife, seemingly oblivious to Lu Mingfei's implied meaning, she felt slightly relieved.

I'll beat you to a pulp one day!
Xia Mi snorted softly, then glanced sideways at the Bronze and Fire King brothers who were busy working by the barbecue grill, and sighed inwardly that the Dragon King's reputation had been completely ruined by them.

Constantine also felt that it was a bit silly of him to use a fan to heat up the stove, but watching Old Tang skillfully flip the skewers and sprinkle various seasonings, he couldn't help but think of the days when the two brothers were doing alchemy together.

Back then, they were like that too. The elder brother was in charge of forging, and the younger brother was in charge of controlling the temperature. With the brothers working together, their strength could break metal. That's how the Seven Deadly Sins, which could kill the Dragon King, were created.

The sparks rising from the oven reminded Constantine of forging under the setting sun, a memory of his lost youth.

Old Tang was busy at work when he caught a glimpse of Constantine out of the corner of his eye, his eyes suddenly unfocused as if he were lost in thought. He casually stuffed a crispy-on-the-outside, tender-on-the-inside sausage into Constantine's slightly open mouth.
"What are you thinking about?"

With a scalding hot sausage stuffed into his mouth, Constantine instinctively wanted to spit it out, but it tasted pretty good, and it was baked by his brother himself, so he couldn't bear to part with it. He took a bite—it was fragrant and crispy, something we all loved—and then said:
"It feels a bit strange, is this what human life is like?"

He and his brother used to sit together on the throne, looking down on all living beings, and he had never experienced such a lively scene before.

Fingel, who had stayed in his room all afternoon, was moving bottles of wine. Ryoma Kaoru, who was reluctant to admit it but had indeed won his brother's favor, was preparing dipping sauce. The new blond Daqin (ancient Rome was called Daqin) man was setting up a pan to fry steak, and his suit made him look a little out of place among the others.

The red-haired girl, who looked a bit dull but whose bloodline was so strong that even he was somewhat wary of her, sat next to Lu Mingfei playing games and occasionally accepted his food.

Jormungandr was like a butterfly, sometimes hovering around her male lover and pointing fingers, sometimes running to the Qin people's pot to watch, and sometimes provoking Lu Mingfei, showing no trace of the Dragon King's majesty.

Despite their vastly different social statuses, they appear remarkably harmonious and not at all jarring.

Perhaps this is what they call the warmth and vitality of everyday life.

Old Tang smiled, picked up a lamb skewer and stuffed it into his mouth: "You'll get used to it. There's a long road ahead. I'll take you to America sometime when I have the chance."

Before he came to China, he always thought America was alright. Although gangs were rampant in the slums, and gambling, prostitution, and drugs were everywhere, and there were corpses and police everywhere, he still lived a relatively carefree life.

But after coming to China, he realized what true enjoyment meant; the Chinese really weren't willing to suffer any hardship when it came to food and drink.

He's only been here a few days, but he's already so happy he's forgotten all about America and is only thinking about Shu.

He didn't know it before, but after coming to the mountain city, he discovered that he actually had a Sichuan stomach.

Spicy! Delicious! Powerful!
The trip is a bit rushed. Tomorrow he's heading north to Beijing to find Fenrir. He wants to eat a lot tonight. Mingming said there's a delicious thing called douzhi (fermented mung bean juice) in Beijing, and he can try it then.

Constantine nodded noncommittally, then looked at Lu Mingfei and saw him pinching a piece of houttuynia cordata and feeding it to Erii. The girl was so engrossed in her game that she didn't notice, but after taking a bite, she understood what it meant to blindly trust someone.

"Whoa! Sakura, what did you give me to eat?!"

The good-natured Erii wore a pained expression, spitting out the strange taste of houttuynia cordata, feeling for the first time that Lu Mingfei was a bad guy.

"Hehe, a specialty of Sichuan." Lu Mingfei chuckled.

He just did it on a whim, being a bit cheeky. Erii isn't picky about food; in her previous life, she didn't mind scallions, ginger, garlic, or cilantro, but she couldn't stand houttuynia cordata, and it's the same in this world.

After taking a few sips of her drink, Erii waited until the sweet fruit juice filled her mouth and slightly suppressed the strange taste of houttuynia cordata before puffing out her cheeks to avoid Lu Mingfei's outstretched hand. Then, she shrugged and backed away a little distance, no longer accepting his feeding.

Lu Mingfei chuckled, casually stuffing the remaining bit of houttuynia cordata into his mouth. His expression was slightly strange, but he didn't spit it out.

He can't actually eat it, so I'll just make a houttuynia cordata crepe and feed it all to Fingel later.

Fingel had finished moving the beer and was putting the champagne into the ice bucket when he suddenly shivered, looked up alertly, and felt that someone wanted to harm him.

But looking around, no one was looking in his direction. Just as he was wondering what was going on, he saw Caesar beckoning to him.

Thinking the steak was cooked and they needed someone to test it for poison, Fingel immediately took the plate and went over.

This was cooked by the student council president, the young master of the Gattuso family, and Kassel's number one rich guy. If this were in the college, those girls would fight tooth and nail for it.

If he can manage to snag a piece and list it on the Night Watchers forum for auction with cold chain shipping, he'll probably be able to pay off his credit card debt on his own soon.

However, Caesar stayed for dinner not just to show off his culinary skills, but to wait for news from Fingel and to see what the situation was like at the Chen family's place.

But after working for most of the day, there was still no news. If it weren't for Fingel's decent reputation in intelligence, he would have suspected that the guy had been sleeping upstairs the whole time.

Fingel was greatly disappointed, but he still recounted all the information he had found about the Chen family.

There wasn't much useful information. The Chen family had always presented themselves as a wealthy and powerful clan, but no one knew whether they were outwardly glamorous while secretly harboring filth and corruption.

Fingel spent an entire afternoon digging, even using backup hidden energy sources, but the information he found didn't go very far.

The head of the Chen family, who is also Nuonuo's biological father, is a heartless and ungrateful man.

If Caesar's biological father was a pure scumbag who only cared about sex and not about feelings, then Nono's biological father was probably a heartless scumbag who always replaced his old wives with new ones, abandoning them when their children weren't good enough and replacing them with the next one.

However, his control over the Chen family is impeccable. He rose to power with ruthless methods and then worked hard to eliminate dissidents. It is no exaggeration to say that the Chen family is now his personal fiefdom.

Over the years, he has done a lot, the most important of which is to strengthen overseas investment and cooperation. Fingel even found out that the Chen family and the Gattuso family had many unknown transactions.

This was the first time Caesar had heard of this either. He respected Nono's privacy, and since she was unwilling to talk about it, he wouldn't take the initiative to investigate, as that might reopen her old wounds.

Moreover, he didn't want to ask that old geezer Frost for help; he didn't want to owe that rascal a favor.

"There's also Nono's biological mother. She died when Nono was very young. After that, Nono's relationship with her family plummeted, and that's when she returned to China from Europe to study."

Fingel focused on the key points that Caesar would care about, and although he tried his best to be objective and fair, Caesar had a similar experience and directly linked Nono's mother's death to the Chen family.

Indeed, people who have experienced the same pain and suffering always tend to gather together; this is another manifestation of the sorrow of blood.

As he thought this, his gaze inadvertently drifted to the two couples over there. Lu Mingfei and Erii both came from troubled backgrounds, but their individual fighting skills were ridiculously strong.

He was aware of Chu Zihang's situation. Although it sounded like he was using someone else's wound as an example, he genuinely wanted to learn from Chu Zihang's life story.

Her parents died and remarried.

It's a pity that good people don't live long, while evil ones live on for a thousand years. Given the extent of Pompeii's harm, Caesar suspected that the old man might still be alive and well even after he died.

As for Xia Mi and Ryoma Kaoru, I won't comment since I don't know the full story.

Old Tang had been in contact with the rest of the group, and all he knew was that he was a lone bounty hunter. He never expected that he would find his long-lost younger brother in the mountain city. This made him suspect that all the things Lu Mingfei did when he came to the mountain city were to find Old Tang's younger brother, rather than because he received a revelation in his dream that a dragon king was about to be resurrected here.

But as I said before, without evidence, no one will believe your wild guesses.

Fingel rattled off a string of words, revealing that he had actually already told Lu Mingfei about the information, and then resold it at a high price, successfully receiving the intelligence consulting fee from Caesar, in cash.

Based on the phone call and Fingel's intelligence, Caesar also became suspicious of the Gattuso family, worried that his account was being monitored in real time and that they might discover something amiss from his transfers to Fingel.

It was a bit pointless, but as expected, real money made him feel the reality of the world more than virtual numbers, especially the smug look on Fingel's face after receiving the money.

Let him know that he still asked for too high a price.

Before long, the grand dinner officially began. Caesar, who was always in the center of attention, could only sit in a corner this time, watching them clink glasses and laugh loudly, which was an experience he had never had before.

Fortunately, he was preoccupied with other things and didn't pay too much attention to the difference.

Moreover, observing people and things from the perspective of an observer and analyzing their personality traits has a unique charm.

Chu Zihang was a real mood killer. Everyone else was laughing, but he just had a cold, expressionless face and couldn't utter a single word. He was practically the atmosphere destroyer.

Fortunately, Xia Mi kept chattering, which made Caesar realize where the two complemented each other.

Everyone had drunk some wine, and they were slightly tipsy after the meal. Caesar had a good tolerance for alcohol, but he also drank a few more glasses than usual, and his consciousness became somewhat hazy.

He saw Lu Mingfei go out under the pretense of getting some fresh air to sober up, without taking anyone with him, and he didn't return for about half an hour.

I was a little curious about what he went out to do, but Lu Mingfei didn't even bring Chu Zihang with him, so there was no way he could tell me what he did.

However, given Caesar's years of experience mingling in high society, Lu Mingfei's outing was most likely to be to meet with the head of the mixed-race family to discuss some unspeakable secrets and negotiate the distribution of profits after the goal was achieved...

Besides that, he really couldn't think of anything else. It couldn't be that Lu Mingfei would sneak into the bottom of the river under the full surveillance of Kassel College and try to excavate the Bronze City ruins by himself, could it?

That's a bit far-fetched.

After taking a shower, Caesar quickly recovered from his drunkenness. Instead of returning to the temporary base in Kassel, he stayed at a guesthouse and planned to set off with the main force early the next morning.

Nono doesn't like long phone calls; he usually chats online. He sits on the edge of the bed in his pajamas, holding his laptop, and tells her about his day.

Nono was very interested in Erii, who was in the same color scheme as her, and Xia Mi, her best friend Susie's potential rival. The conversation mainly revolved around the two of them. Caesar was already used to his girlfriend's unconventional ways, so he catered to her interests and discussed the two beautiful girls with her.

However, they were already taken, and he also had someone he loved, so he couldn't keep staring at them. He stopped talking nonsense after Nuonuo boarded the plane.

After finishing, he typed for a while, read a book, and waited for the noise outside to stop before lying down to sleep.

Nothing happened that night, but Caesar was awakened by a loud rumble of thunder the next day.

He opened his sleepy eyes, and after turning his head to see the dark sky outside the window, his eyes quickly cleared. He got out of bed and opened the window, and immediately heard the howling wind on the river, like the wailing of ghosts and wolves.

Outside the window, the rain poured down relentlessly, and the distance seemed shrouded in a thick fog, making it impossible to see where the mountains met the sky.

"Didn't the weather forecast say today would be a sunny day?" Caesar frowned. Thunder rumbled in the sky, lightning flashed in the dark clouds, and the torrential rain kept irritating the Yangtze River, as if it would reveal its violent side to the world at any moment.

The formation of thunderstorms requires sufficient water vapor, an unstable atmospheric stratification, and enough lifting power, which happens to be exactly what the commotion caused by the resurgence of the Bronze and Fire Kings provides.

In the sweltering summer, a large amount of the Yangtze River evaporated; the elemental turbulence caused by the Dragon King's fall, and the earthquakes resulting from Norton's resurrection and the self-destruction of the Bronze City...

Norton, you've really done a lot of harm!
It's unclear how widespread this thunderstorm will be. If it disrupts airport operations and causes flight delays, that would be a real problem.

After changing my clothes and going downstairs, I found Chu Zihang sitting there watching TV. The local TV station was broadcasting about the sudden thunderstorm, and two experts wearing glasses were talking eloquently to the camera.

Good news, the thunderstorms will not cover a large area.

Bad news: Chongqing has issued a yellow alert for thunderstorms and strong winds. Gusts are currently reaching level 8, accompanied by strong lightning. Residents are advised to stay at home and not go anywhere.

Caesar watched the news, his eyebrows almost knitted together.

If we wait several hours before heading to Beijing, won't it be too late?
Nono is already on the plane. Unless there is a hijacking or a crash en route, she will definitely arrive in Beijing this afternoon.

Without them, wouldn't she be like a lamb thrown to the slaughter?!

I glanced out the window at the surging river; no boat dared to stay on the water, as the strong winds and waves could capsize it at any moment.

Caesar frowned, searching for a solution, when he saw Lu Mingfei yawning as he came down. He quickly went up to him and asked if he had any ideas.

“That’s easy, just go directly to Yichang Airport.” Lu Mingfei had already planned it out. So what if there was a yellow thunderstorm warning? He could just walk the same route he came by.

Last month, when he came to Chongqing, he was surrounded and intercepted by Kassel College, so he ran to Yichang and then returned to Fuzhou.

“I know that too, but the question is how to get there?” Caesar certainly knew that he needed to go to another city to avoid the thunderstorm, but the problem was that in the current weather, any mode of transportation would be affected and its speed would be greatly reduced.

“If we were driving, it would take at least four or five hours.” Caesar unfolded the map and began to study it, but Lu Mingfei’s slightly meaningful voice came from the side:

"Who said we were going to drive?"

(End of this chapter)