Dragon Clan: Force me to be reborn and slay dragons

Chapter 395 I'm too lazy to waste my breath on you, you don't deserve to listen.
When a five million dollar business deal came knocking, the owner of Fenglongtang knew who the distinguished guest he had divined was.

So it's only natural that the couple strolling leisurely on Liulichang Street at this moment were no ordinary customers, but rather deadly harbingers of doom.

And now, a jinx has arrived.

Watching the young couple, dressed like ancient scholars and beauties, slowly walk into the narrow alley, the owner of Fenglongtang swallowed hard, forced himself to calm down, peeked out and pretended to check the weather, and then slowly retreated back into the shop.

Despite the sweltering heat of midsummer, the deep, winding alleyways exuded a cool breeze, but even the coolest breeze couldn't cool the heart of the owner of Fenglongtang at this moment.

I should have just run away instead of dawdling. Now I'm stuck in this dead end, and there's really no other way but to jump over the wall!
Peeking through the cracks in the doors and windows, I saw the young couple walking and talking in hushed tones, looking relaxed and carefree.

The owners of nearby shops sprang into action, enthusiastically going out to solicit business, trying to entice the two big spenders into their shops like brothel owners trying to lure them in.

However, the two who had been welcoming customers from every shop on the street just moments before now ignored the enthusiastic greetings from both sides, and without stopping, headed straight for Fenglongtang deep in the alley.

Now everyone knows who this young couple went to see.

"It still has to be Old Master Lin."

"Although the store is not big, its reputation is truly excellent."

"That's enough, let's leave this business to Old Master Lin. He hasn't made a sale in days. That young man is carrying so many things; if he buys two more, he won't be able to carry them all."

The shopkeepers around looked at each other and unanimously gave the lucrative deal to the owner of Fenglongtang. Clearly, the old man had a good relationship with his neighbors and they all thought he was a nice person.

They were kind-hearted, unaware that Lin Fenglong, hiding in Fenglong Hall, was cursing inwardly:
Go and stop them! What are you all standing there for?

They're always so eager to grab business, how come they're suddenly all about respecting the elderly and caring for the young?!
However, no matter how angry he was, he couldn't change the young boy and girl's decision, and they continued walking towards Fenglong Hall.

Yangjiao Hutong is narrow and secluded, with mottled gray walls and traditional roof tiles of varying heights on both sides, making it seem like a completely different world from the bustling main street just a few steps away.

Lu Mingfei held Erii's hand and walked at a leisurely pace, like a prince and princess on an incognito visit.

Erii curiously surveyed the suddenly quiet alley. Her fiery red dress, even in the relatively dim light, still shone brightly like a dancing flame, making her snow-white skin and beautiful features stand out.

Lu Mingfei's expression was indifferent, even a little cold, which seemed out of place with the leisurely shopping atmosphere.

His gaze was fixed on the small shop at the deepest part of the alley, which had a sign that read "Fenglongtang". The door was tightly closed, and a royal blue cotton curtain hung down, as if it were not going to be open for business today.

But everyone in the alley saw Lin Fenglong leisurely return after finishing his breakfast, and he had just opened the door to check the sky.

Lu Mingfei initially had only serious suspicions, but after seeing the man's appearance and demeanor, as well as the weasel circling the entire alley, he was certain.

He slowly walked to the front of Fenglong Hall. He could sense that the old man inside was preparing to escape by climbing over the wall. With a slight smile, he gently knocked on the door.

After two knocks, the shop door creaked open. The interior wasn't brightly lit, but light shone through the paper windows, revealing countless ostentatious dust particles.

There are tables and wooden boxes of various sizes here. The stove on the counter is not burning incense, so the shop is filled with the smell of old wood, old paper and a faint damp and musty smell.

The display shelves were filled with all kinds of porcelain and bronzes, and there were calligraphy and paintings on the walls, as well as thread-bound books, Tang tri-color pottery, stone inkstones and brush washers. It seemed like they sold everything.

Lu Mingfei shouted towards the empty shop:
"Mr. Lin, are you there?"

In the backyard, Lin Fenglong, who was about to jump over the wall, froze in place. His seemingly old but still strong and powerful body looked like a centenarian on the verge of death.

He had a premonition that if he dared to jump, he would leave his body in the shop, only letting his head fall out of the alley.

He glanced at the baggage he had slung over his shoulder, sighed silently, and thought to himself that his life was in grave danger.

He had been waiting for this day for a long time. Although it wasn't Angers who came knocking, Lu Mingfei was clearly more terrifying than Angers. After all, that old monster was just too shameless with his words, making him almost invincible against people.

Lu Mingfei is different; he can actually kill the Dragon King.

Fortunately, while Lu Mingfei is strong, he is definitely not as cunning and shrewd as an old fox like Angers.

He might be able to escape with his life by using a little trick.

Let's see. If he really came to our door to do business because he received some inside information, then there's still room for negotiation.

If not... then it all depends on how much of his silver tongue he has left.

Soon, as Erii curiously looked around and Lu Mingfei stood with his hands behind his back waiting, a thin old man wearing a bamboo shirt lifted the curtain and walked out from the back room.

"Oh my, you two gentlemen are dressed so handsomely. It is an honor to have you visit our humble shop."

The newcomer had short, gray hair, deep-set features, and the same iron-gray eyes as Angers and Finger. Despite being a European, he spoke fluent and authentic Beijing dialect.

Lu Mingfei sized him up, a half-smile playing on his lips: "Mr. Lin speaks excellent Chinese. You must have lived in China for many years, right?"

This man's accent is the same as Caesar's; both speak with a Henan accent.

However, the latter's tutor was from Henan, while the former...

“I’m from Henan.” Feng Long walked to the counter, bent down and took out a plate of sandalwood incense, preparing to light it and put it in the incense burner to dispel the stale smell in the room.

Before Lu Mingfei could ask further, he began to explain on his own, as if he had repeated it countless times.
"My parents were Germans who were stranded in China during World War II, but unfortunately they died in the war. I was raised by a kind couple from Henan."

So don't let my Aryan face and German blood fool you; I actually have a Chinese heart.

As he said this, his gaunt face seemed to reflect the light of righteousness, giving off an air of "I can talk, I can love my country."

"Is that so? Mr. Lin, this shop has been open for a long time, right? How did you come up with the idea of ​​going into the antique business?" Lu Mingfei glanced around casually and could see that many items on the cabinet behind the counter had been moved, leaving many empty spaces and revealing traces of no dust.

Clearly, someone had moved things recently, and in a hurry, without even tidying up or putting things away properly.

This was unlike the habits of an old antique dealer. He didn't mention buying anything, but his expression practically screamed, "Old Deng, I'm here to check your records." Lin Fenglong was sweating profusely inside, but dared not show it on his face.

“Sigh, the Henan couple who adopted me used to have a stall on this street. Back then, their wish was to own their own shop. I didn’t have much ability to make a lot of money, but at least I was able to fulfill their wish before they passed away.”

He lit the sandalwood incense, put the lid on the incense burner, and pointed to the items in the shop, smiling as he greeted them:
"Please feel free to look around. If you see anything you like, just let me know."

"No rush." ​​Lu Mingfei smiled at him, but there was no smile in his eyes: "Can you tell me how you got your name? In Beijing, the city you were adopted in, even if you were to name your adopted son, it should have been something like Lin Jianguo or Lin Weiguo."

Upon hearing this, Lin Fenglong's back was instantly soaked with sweat, but he remained calm and was about to explain when Lu Mingfei, without giving him a chance to speak, said pointedly:

"Could it be a transliteration of your German name, Mr. Lin?"

“No, that’s not it. My parents came to China to escape the war. Our ancestors weren’t nobles, so how could they have ‘Feng’ in their names?” Lin Fenglong’s laughter was a little strained, and his expression was also a little unsteady.

This is no different from holding a gun to his temple and interrogating him.

"I don't think so." Lu Mingfei glanced at the empty counter, and instead of displaying a few old photos like other shops, he went straight to the point:

"As far as I know, Your Excellency's full name is Friedrich von Long."

As the words fell, the shadows of Yangjiao Hutong seemed to stretch infinitely, and the smoke from the sandalwood incense inside Fenglongtang twisted like a dying snake.

The color drained from Lin Fenglong's face at a visible speed, and a hint of undisguised panic flashed in his iron-gray eyes.

"Sir, you flatter me. I only know one person by the name Friedrich—a field marshal in Nazi Germany." His dry throat bobbed laboriously as he forced a smile, trying to salvage the situation.

“Our family came to China to escape the war, so this name is unlucky.”

Friedrich Wilhelm Paulus was the first Nazi German field marshal to be captured during World War II.

But Lin Fenglong was certain that he had absolutely no connection with this unfortunate fellow.

Of course, their experiences were somewhat similar; they were all captured and then chose to surrender.

Paulus, after being captured, chose to testify at the Nuremberg Trials, while he chose to be a shameful traitor, personally sending his former comrade to his death.

Lu Mingfei chuckled softly, his laughter laced with cold mockery. He strode forward, an invisible pressure spreading with each step, making Lin Fenglong almost unable to breathe.

"A hundred years ago, at the Kassel Manor, the first generation of Lionheart Society members." Lu Mingfei's voice wasn't loud, but every word was like a knife, precisely dissecting the other party's layers of defenses and pretenses:

"You sent a dragon king into the manor and caused all the original Lionheart members to gather there, resulting in them being surrounded by Deadpool."

"Sorry, I don't understand what you're saying." Lin Fenglong, or rather Friedrich Fenglong, turned cold, his fake smile vanishing.

"I'm just a German antique dealer. If you're here to buy antiques, I'm happy to oblige. But if you're looking for something like dragons or Deadpool, I suggest you go to the bookstore on the next street. They sell American comic books."

Upon hearing this, Lu Mingfei's eyes revealed a hint of disappointment: "I thought you had the guts to choose betrayal back then, and dared to stay in the capital to do business openly under the guise of Fenglong, a name that sounds similar to yours. I didn't expect..."

Before Lu Mingfei arrived, he had made many assumptions. He thought that this traitor would make excuses, make excuses that he had no choice, admit it frankly and sigh that retribution had finally come, or ask if Angers sent him. But he never expected that this guy would be like a coward, pretending that he knew nothing.

Are you trying to play ostrich with me?
Originally, Lu Mingfei had planned to stage a scene like Zhuge Liang scolding Wang Lang, calling him a "gray-bearded old thief" and a "white-haired scoundrel," and then force him to reveal some clues. But now he was too lazy to even waste his breath.

Ultimately, he is nothing more than a spineless dog who has been hiding for nearly a hundred years, even doing business in dark corners where the sun doesn't shine. What integrity or backbone can you expect from him?

"Forget it, I'm too lazy to waste my breath on you. You don't deserve to listen."

He activated his golden eyes, his pupils displaying a kaleidoscope of colors, and stared at Friedrich von Long, whose expression had drastically changed:

"Let them tell you what they have to say in person!"

Word of Power: Dream Eater!
boom--! ! !
The invisible expansion of the domain and the terrifying mental power instantly shattered Friedrich von Long's defenses, dragging him into the deepest fears of his heart.

Friedrich felt a blur before his eyes, and the dim scene of the Fenglong Hall around him peeled away like shattered glass.

The next moment, the desolate heat wave mixed with dust and smoke blew against his face, the heavy smell of blood and gunpowder filled his nostrils, and he heard the sounds of clashing weapons, the roars of wild beasts, and the screams of dying humans!

He was horrified to discover that he was no longer the old man hiding in the antique shop, but had turned back into the archaeologist in a formal suit from over a hundred years ago.

He was standing on a devastated battlefield, the ruins of the Kassel estate where the tragedy had taken place!

All around, shadowy figures were battling countless Deadpools and dragon subspecies.

"Friedrich! You traitor!" A furious roar exploded from behind him.

Friedrich turned around abruptly and saw a young man covered in blood, with eyes as sharp as a hawk's, staring intently at him, his folding knife dripping dark red blood.

That was Angers in his youth!

Those eyes burned with a deep-seated hatred that seemed to devour him.

"Why? We trusted you so much!" another voice rang out, filled with the sorrow and anger of a lion.

The blond-haired Menek Cassel emerged from the smoke, his body now inhuman, battered and broken, his bronze scales shattered, blood flowing from his wounds and scorching the ground like boiling lava, leaving it pitted and scarred.

He had a pair of broken, bluish-gray membranes trailing behind him, but his eyes were clear and pained, and also held an uncontrollable rage.

"Why……"

Lu Shanyan's figure appeared, with a huge hole in his chest, his golden eyes were dull and lifeless, and two lines of thick, bloody blood slowly ran down his face.

(End of this chapter)