Dragon Clan: Force me to be reborn and slay dragons

Chapter 397 I will not enjoy this joy of revenge alone.
To be fair, it wasn't surprising to Lu Mingfei that the Gattuso family, a troublemaker, was behind Friedrich.

But he really didn't expect that, in addition to the King of Bronze and Fire and the King of Earth and Mountains, the damn King of Ocean and Water had also taken root in China and even established his own country.

This place is truly vast and rich in resources, and embraces all rivers, isn't it?
Moreover, if he wasn't mistaken, the one who devised the surprise attack on the Secret Service, cooperated with the Qing government, captured and turned Friedrich against the Qing, and sent Li Wuyue, the King of the Sea and Water, to the Kassel Manor just to buy time for development, must have been that bastard Odin, right?

If you calculate it this way, then in the five thousand years of Chinese history, all four elemental monarchs have made their appearances.

Do you even know what the true value of an East Asian monster room is? (Tactical lean back.jpg)
The golden eyes gradually faded, and the illusion of the Word of Power: Dream Eater receded like the tide.

Friedrich, who had been shattered in a nightmare and was almost turned into a rag doll, suddenly woke up. His face still showed undisguised terror and despair. He was clearly still reeling from the knife that Angers had pierced his heart. His emaciated body seemed to have lost all its strength.

Erii blinked. She only saw Sakura glance at the foreign boss, and then the boss suddenly froze, his face showing an expression of extreme fear. His whole body trembled violently, he was covered in cold sweat, and his mouth opened and closed silently, like a fish out of water. Finally, his eyes became unfocused, his pupils dilated, and he fell straight backward with a "thud" to the ground, his whole body convulsing.

Friedrich collapsed to the ground, completely losing control of his body.

Although he did not die from Angers's knife in the nightmare, it was clear that the damage inflicted on him by others in the dream was still faithfully reflected in his body. Even though there was no visible wound on his body, the excruciating pain lingered like a persistent ailment, even causing him to lose control of his body.

Friedrich could feel the presence of his limbs, and the sensation of pain and touch remained intact, but he couldn't move a single muscle. He could only lie paralyzed on the ground like a fish on a chopping board, staring at Lu Mingfei, who was dressed in black, with eyes full of fear and despair.

He knew very well that the boy in front of him had the ability to kill him in a nightmare, but the other party spared his life.

This was absolutely not because Lu Mingfei was merciful and spared his life, but simply because he still had value, or because he didn't want him to die too quickly.

Erii, dressed in a fiery red dress, grabbed Lu Mingfei's arm and looked curiously at the old man on the ground who seemed to be having an epileptic seizure, not understanding what was wrong with him.

Until Lu Mingfei lifted his foot and stepped on the thin foreign old man's chest, looking down at him and shaking the secret cell phone he had just found on him:

"What is the connection between the Gattuso family and that incident back then? And why did Frost contact you?"

He clearly remembered that Frost was Caesar's uncle, and had even called him specifically to tell Caesar to return to America and not to come to the capital to cause trouble.

There's definitely a big problem here.

The immense pressure surged through his chest, nearly draining the last bit of oxygen from his lungs, but at least it restored Friedrich's ability to speak; his voice, hoarse from the brink of mental collapse, was incredibly strained.
“I…I only…made contact with the Gattuso family at the end of the last century…I don’t know if they were involved in what happened before that…Frost contacted me because…he wanted to buy information about Fenrir, the Dragon King…”

"It seems you really do know a lot." Lu Mingfei raised an eyebrow. The old man has been rooted in the capital for a century, and he really hasn't lived in vain. He even knows that Fenrir is the Dragon King.

When will the transaction take place?

"It's not decided yet. I said... I'll give you a reply tonight." With Lu Mingfei's big foot pressing down on him, Friedrich was barely breathing, and his face was almost turning liver-colored.

Upon hearing this, Lu Mingfei raised his hand and beckoned. Immediately, a series of clanging sounds came from the back room of Fenglong Hall, and soon a briefcase flew over.

Upon opening it, one finds ledgers, cash, checkbooks, and other valuables inside. The only incongruous item is an old-looking, rough-edged paper book with the four large characters "Tianbian Dichao" (天变邸钞) written on its cover.

"Is this it?" He loosened his grip on his feet to prevent Friedrich from suffocating.

“Yes, this book…records the secrets of the Wanggongchang explosion during the Tianqi era of the Ming Dynasty…and interspersed within it is…a clue about the Dragon King’s slumbering place…” Friedrich gasped for breath, his lungs greedily drawing in oxygen:

"Frost offered five million dollars to buy this lead."

Lu Mingfei casually flipped through it; it was mostly filled with feng shui and strange tales, a jumbled mess of true and false clues. He had no interest in reading it, nor was there any need to.

After all, the dragon of the capital city is just strolling around nearby.

After the turn of the millennium, Kassel College sent multiple task forces to search for the Dragon King's tomb around the world, including several in China, with Beijing being one of the key locations. They clearly knew something and suspected that the Wanggongchang explosion was related to the dragon race, but they were unable to obtain useful clues like Friedrich did.

“Five million US dollars, as expected of Italian tycoons.” Lu Mingfei nodded, but still couldn’t quite understand why the Gattuso family would go to such lengths to buy this clue that could reveal Fenrir’s hiding place, since they knew he was in Beijing.

Is he worried that he might get there first and then slay the Dragon King to seize the dragon bones, or does he have other plans?
Considering the foolish things the Gattuso family did during the dragon-slaying operation at Kassel College, Lu Mingfei had reason to suspect that they were Odin's spies planted in the Secret Party, specifically tasked with hindering Kassel College and Angers.

Kassel and the Dragon King were fighting each other in front, while Odin hid behind and played the role of the fisherman.

Perhaps it was because he had killed two dragon kings one after another, preventing the battle between the snipe and the clam from taking place as scheduled, and Odin, the fisherman, had gained nothing, that he gave the clue in advance to let Kassel College and let them stir up trouble.

Or perhaps they aren't the only troublemakers.

Thinking about the bounty that directly topped the front page of the Hunter website, Lu Mingfei estimated that in the next few days, a steady stream of bounty hunters would flock to the capital from abroad, whether to slay the dragon or just to join in the fun, there would be no shortage of them.

With more people around, the water becomes murky, making it easier for some to take advantage of the chaos.

However, by now, the real "fish" has already been caught in his net.

No matter how turbulent the storm, he remained steadfast and composed.

So he didn't bother to find out what the Gattuso family was up to. After all, Friedrich was right there, and if he wanted to know, he could just let him ask.

Now, let's see if this old dog, who has been rooted in the capital for a hundred years, knows any secrets, such as the Chen family and the Chu family.

Just as Lu Mingfei was pressing Friedrich for answers, Chu Zihang and Xia Mi had finished their visit and left the Chu family's old residence.

Having weathered the changes of time and undergone renovations by two owners, this old house has long since shed the solemnity and weight that a family of dragon slayers should possess, becoming no different from countless ordinary courtyard houses in Beijing, quietly disappearing into the ordinary alleys.

Chu Zihang stood expressionless outside the courtyard gate. Unlike in the movies, he did not feel much of the so-called call of the family or the weight of honor.

The old house is just an old house—large, old, and representing an astonishing value in Beijing's prime real estate.

The history, glory, and mission of the Chu family have long been lost in the torrent of time, along with the bloodshed and separation of their fathers.

Although fate had ordained Chu Zihang to ultimately lead him to the battlefield destined for the Chu family, his experience was far better than that of his father and grandfather. At least, with Lu Mingfei's help, he successfully broke free from the shackles of fate and escaped a cruel twist of destiny.

"What do we say now? Go find Lu Mingfei, or turn back?" Xia Mi put her hands in her pockets and didn't mention the matter of buying back the Chu family's old house to Chu Zihang.

The real estate agent had been making grand promises, but Chu Zihang remained unmoved. His gaze as he looked at the enormous mansion was calm and serene, which told her that her future security deposit wouldn't be reduced.

In Beijing, where land is incredibly valuable, even though the mighty land and the king of mountains have slept here for thousands of years, all they live in is a huge basement, which fully illustrates the difficulties faced by those who drift to Beijing.

Therefore, she doesn't plan to develop her career in Beijing in the future. Once she successfully gets into Kassel College and obtains her diploma, she will return to the south and live a simple life of financial freedom with the money she has.

"Let's meet up with them first," Chu Zihang suggested, and Xia Mi readily agreed.

So the two of them went to Liulichang Street together.

As soon as the two "Gods of Wealth" turned into the narrow alley, the street vendors and shop owners were all heartbroken. What was there to see in those nooks and crannies? Why not come out and do some happy business with everyone?

Just as I was pondering this, I noticed another young couple coming down the street. Unlike the eye-catching pair who seemed to have stepped out of an ancient painting, one of them was a cold and aloof young man who never smiled, while the other was a lively and clever girl next door with a mischievous look in her eyes.

The merchants, who had just served Lu Mingfei and Erii and made a good profit, now turned their enthusiastic attention to the newly arrived young couple, crowding around them and enthusiastically hawking their wares.
"Young man, young lady, come and see our porcelain? Authentic Yuan blue and white porcelain!"

"Come and see the calligraphy and paintings, genuine works by Tang Bohu!"

"The jade bracelet has excellent translucency; it's a perfect match for this beautiful lady!"

The vendors chattered amongst themselves, practically shoving their wares in front of the two men.

Chu Zihang frowned slightly and subconsciously took half a step to the side, wanting to shield Xia Mi behind him, but Xia Mi pouted her pink lips and rang out in a clear voice filled with undisguised disdain:

"The antiquing technique is poor. The rust spots look unnatural, like they were applied with a paintbrush. The base is shiny and white; it probably just came out of the kiln."

"And this is a genuine Tang Bohu painting, the ink is so fresh. Could it be that when you dug up his grave, he suddenly came back to life and painted it for you on the spot to make you repent?"

"This jade? Tsk, the B+C grade is handled quite carefully, but the color is fake. If you soak it in water, it will probably all fall off!"

Her words were quick and crisp, each one hitting the nail on the head regarding the counterfeit goods. Her voice wasn't loud, but it instantly froze the smiles on the faces of the surrounding stall owners, turning them pale and then red.

A few suppressed chuckles escaped from the surrounding crowd, while other vendors who hadn't yet joined in stopped their advances.

Xia Mi stood with her hands on her hips, her short stature belying her imposing manner: "Do you think we're easy targets? You dare to show off this level of skill? Get out of the way!"

The vendors were rendered speechless by her scolding and sheepishly made way for her.

Under the almost awe-inspiring gazes of the vendors, Chu Zihang and Xia Mi's path was unobstructed.

Chu Zihang remained expressionless, but a hint of admiration flickered in his eyes as he looked at Xia Mi. Indeed, an antique expert understands antiques better.

Just as she was about to reach the entrance of the narrow alley, Xia Mi's gaze was drawn to a traditional costume shop on the opposite corner.

She exclaimed "Huh?" and stopped in her tracks.

"What's wrong?" Chu Zihang asked.

Xia Mi pointed to the empty shop window, where a magnificent red ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress) embroidered with a phoenix in gold thread had once hung, but it was now nowhere to be seen.
"I've had my eye on that dress for ages, but I never bought it. And now someone else has actually bought it?"

Her tone carried obvious regret and a hint of resentment. Chu Zihang was puzzled and was about to say that he would buy her one later when he saw a figure in a fiery red dress peeking out from the doorway of a shop deep in Yangjiao Hutong, looking them over.

Their eyes met, and the figure in the red dress waved at them.

Xia Mi: "..."

She looked at Erii, whose gorgeous dress accentuated her stunning curves, especially the height of her chest, which made one feel the deep malice of the world.

The two walked slowly into the alley and arrived at the shop with the old signboard. As soon as they entered Fenglongtang, the atmosphere inside the shop was obviously not right.

Lu Mingfei was beating up the old folks' home in Nanshan and kicking the kindergarten in Beihai. At his feet lay an old man with a face full of fear and numbness, holding a mobile phone and looking at something.

Chu Zihang's gaze swept back and forth between the old man on the ground and Lu Mingfei, finally landing on Lu Mingfei with a questioning look.

Lu Mingfei didn't intend to hide anything. He kicked Friedrich on the ground with his toe and told him everything he had just interrogated.

Chu Zihang understood immediately: "What do you plan to do with him?"

Lu Mingfei smiled, but there was no warmth in his smile: "Every wrong has its perpetrator, and every debt its debtor. He made the first Lionheart Society bleed back then, and now he has to pay for it himself."

Do you have Angers' phone number?

Under Friedrich's sudden look of horror, Chu Zihang nodded.

Before parting ways in Japan, he accepted Angers' mission to follow Lu Mingfei and also obtained the principal's contact information.

“Give him a call. I won’t keep this joy of revenge to myself.” Lu Mingfei gave Friedrich a bright and cheerful smile. “Pray that he will remember your years of friendship and give you a quick death.”

Chu Zihang glanced at the old man on the ground who was suddenly trembling violently, and without the slightest hesitation, he found Angers' number and dialed it.

(End of this chapter)