Dragon Clan: Force me to be reborn and slay dragons

Chapter 427 No Beef, No Cilantro
Time flies, and Zhou Minhao really didn't expect that he would be waiting from noon until night.

They had just done something that shocked the world of hybrids last night, moving countless forces, but these overly young dragon slayers seemed to have completely ignored it and were all out having fun.

With the moon high in the sky, Lu Mingfei led Erii and Lao Tang to climb the Great Wall and visit the Forbidden City, putting their friendship to the test. After a big meal, Lu Mingfei finally led Ren and Long back to the hotel.

Zhou Minhao, who was almost numb from waiting, was on the verge of tears. He shouldn't have planned any surprises and should have notified everyone in advance before setting off. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been sitting in the hotel lobby for half a day.

The waiter looked at him as if he were a naive man who had suddenly been promoted and given a raise, only to discover his wife was cheating on him. He stormed into the hotel to catch them in the act, only to find that the person who had promoted him against all odds was his boss. After listening to the wall for a while with mixed feelings, he went to the hotel lobby to ponder the situation.

Well, although Zhou Minhao didn't know why the waiter's eyes could convey so much meaning, that was roughly the gist of it. After Lu Mingfei returned, he immediately went to greet him and found a quiet place to explain in detail the progress of their secret plan.

Upon learning that the major mixed-race ancient clans in China had reached a consensus and were only lacking some decisive evidence to justify their actions, Lu Mingfei directly forwarded all the evidence that Jiu Demai had photographed to Nuwa, bypassing Zhou Minhao, the middleman, who would have taken a cut.

"Hey, this is such a small thing, you could have just talked about it on QQ or over the phone. Why bother making such a long trip?" Lu Mingfei found it somewhat amusing.

I left in a hurry and forgot to inform Zhou Minhao, which prevented him from boarding the Wind-Riding Cloud-Breaking Spaceship.

However, if he had followed closely behind Madam Chen and rushed to another city to catch a plane to Beijing, perhaps Lu Mingfei could have taken him to Teacher Daye's Nibelungen last night.

Even if we don't just play a minor role, at least it gives people of mixed race in China a sense of participation.

After all, both Xia Mi and Chu Zihang bear the label of Kassel College. When they accomplish great things, people praise Angers and his team for their excellent training, rather than praising the Eastern mixed-race lineage for having a worthy successor.

"This matter is of great importance, so it's best to proceed with caution," Zhou Minhao said earnestly. "Besides, I'm here on the orders of Nuwa. Several heads of mixed-race families in the capital want to invite you to a meal."

Others would introduce promising young people to established, powerful figures, but with Lu Mingfei, it was the other way around. Even those big shots from mixed-race families in China, whose mere presence could make them tremble, had to be introduced by someone from the Goddess of the West in order to even have a word with Lu Mingfei.

This hand is absolutely amazing.

However, there was nothing that could be done about it. The head of the Chen family was no less powerful or influential than them, yet he was beaten by Lu Mingfei, who also took his child away, and he didn't dare to say a word. He even had to ask the people from Kassel College to reason with him. It's conceivable that these old folks probably had no face in front of Lu Mingfei.

This is perhaps the price they paid for standing by and watching, tacitly allowing Kassel College to handle dragon affairs domestically and continuously recruit talent to grow and expand.

With such a severe brain drain of mixed-race talent, it's no wonder Lu Mingfei has to look for promising individuals in overseas mixed-race societies.

Upon hearing this, Lu Mingfei suddenly thought of a scene.

That damn Jiang Wen is still chasing me!
Lu Mingfei was a little nervous, wondering if Nuwa had already spread the word that she was going to recommend him as the leader of the Eastern mixed-race people. That was why these mixed-race families that had dominated the capital for countless years were taking the initiative to sound out the situation.

If he agrees now, the invitations from those mixed-race families will appear before him tomorrow morning, and they will be written by the heads of the families themselves.

But Lu Mingfei knew that this was a society governed by the rule of law, and the title of martial arts alliance leader was outdated.

Even if he were to be put in charge of the mixed-race East Asians, he would only be a mascot, of course, a mascot wielding the Damocles' sword, ready to chop down anyone who dared to bark.

When discussing important matters with the heads of the Zhou and Bai families, Lu Mingfei made it clear that at most he would stand up for them, make the mixed-blood families who were only concerned with their own affairs recognize the current situation, and take charge of all domestic matters involving dragons, Deadpools, and dangerous hybrids.

Stop letting the guys from Kassel College overstep their bounds. Also, lighten the burden on the Zhou family, who are responsible but not capable enough, and whose members can't manage so many places even if they send all their family members out.

Therefore, its role is roughly that of a nuclear weapon in the hybrid world, not to be used lightly, but primarily for deterrence.

However, it is different from real-world nuclear weapons.

The latter, once launched, would inevitably trigger World War III, while Lu Mingfei, once he sets off, would cause explosions wherever he goes, and would be safe and pollution-free, emphasizing environmental protection.

Seeing that Lu Mingfei did not object, Zhou Minhao briefly introduced the mixed-race families that wanted to befriend Lu Mingfei. There were about seventeen or eighteen of them, and quite a few of them had significant influence and had ancestral ties with Lu Mingfei.

"So many?" Lu Mingfei felt a headache coming on when he heard Zhou Minhao say all this. He was originally a gamer, and in his previous life, apart from being taken out by Chu Tianjiao to broaden his horizons, his biggest social activity was going out to dinner with the gamers in the club.

Chatting and bragging together, talking about the girls you like, bragging about your skills, discussing the latest anime you're watching—it's all much more enjoyable than clinking glasses at a banquet where you have to read and understand every word.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Minhao immediately crossed out some of the candidates on the list, only selecting those who had connections with the ancestors of the Lu and Chu families, leaving only four people on his fingers.

Don't ask, the answer is no.

With the number of people dwindling, Lu Mingfei's expression grew increasingly strange, after all, there were exactly four of them sitting at the same table with the dog-loving tycoon who didn't eat beef.

Who says you can't kill someone without a gun barrel?
First, stab one to death, then three more against the wall!
How cruel!

Luckily, I don't eat cilantro.

Lu Mingfei tried to comfort himself by having Zhou Minhao relay messages to the family heads, agreeing to meet with them.

Since we're all friends who've fought side by side since our ancestors, it wouldn't be bad to invite Chu Zihang over for some morning tea tomorrow.

We won't bring our family members, since we attacked their relatives back then.

After parting ways with Zhou Minhao, Lu Mingfei knocked on Xia Mi's door, but no one answered. It seemed that the two of them hadn't taken advantage of their absence to hide under the covers and look at their glow-in-the-dark watches.

I have no idea where they've gone off to play; they haven't come back yet, even though it's so late at night.

Speaking of those who aren't coming back, there's also Zero.

Although strictly speaking, the combined time Lu Mingfei spent in his two lifetimes was not as long as his previous life, he still felt from the bottom of his heart that she was a junior who needed to be taken care of.

Her figure and appearance, frozen at the age of thirteen or fourteen, are exactly like those loli-like middle-aged women who only exist in comics!

"Hello!"

In an unknown underground base, the Ice Queen, who was expressionlessly monitoring the transport of dragon bones, suddenly sneezed cutely. She frowned slightly, looked up and around, but found no one deliberately causing trouble.

So, is someone talking about me behind my back again?
Is it Mai, or Eun-hee? Or... him?

After a short while, Ling, still confused, looked away and stopped dwelling on these trivial matters.

Yesterday, her boss called her to partner with Jiu De Mai to safely transport the dragon bones out of the capital without attracting anyone's attention. So she stayed by Fenrir's dragon bones every step of the way, strictly following the dragon bone transfer plan specified by Su Enxi, and personally supervising each step to ensure that nothing went wrong.

Mai Shude was only responsible for handing over the dragon bones to her, while she had other tasks to perform. She muttered that it was unfair, wondering why she did all the dirty and hard work. Sure enough, the boss was biased and doted on his cute little assistant.

Zero couldn't discern the emotions mixed in her rambling. She had always been a clumsy girl and could only feel that Mai was indeed working hard, running around doing all this.

However, this was his intention, and Enxi couldn't change the plan arbitrarily; she was just a heartless task machine.

As for Mai's favorite way to relieve stress, it's to hold her in your arms and give her a good rough time...

Just imagining herself, petite like a doll, being held and rubbed against by a sexy, long-legged mature woman makes Zero feel physically uncomfortable.

Her dislike of physical contact with people was secondary; the main issue was that when she was with Mai, she couldn't help but feel a little envious.

After all, her body was forever frozen on the day she escaped from Black Swan Harbor. She was reborn from the ashes, transforming from an ugly duckling into a swan, and was qualified to stand behind him as his beautiful assistant.

Although he never said it, she knew very well that he liked sexy beauties with big breasts, long legs, and perky buttocks.

But she had no room to grow, so when she saw Mai, even though she was as indifferent as she was, she couldn't help but feel envious.

If she had a figure like that... well, Xia Mi is still a better candidate.

Zero's thoughts inexplicably began to wander, but she quickly realized that her mental state was a bit off, and her small hand rested on the gun at her waist.

Just as she was about to draw her gun, a hand gently covered the back of her hand. It wasn't big, but it felt incredibly familiar.

More than a decade ago, on a day when it was snowing heavily, he used these hands to support her knees and carried her south, stumbling along the way.

"What are you thinking about, so engrossed?"

A familiar voice came from beside her ear. Zero turned her head and saw that the boy, who seemed to be frozen in that day, had appeared behind her at some point. He held her gun-wielding hand with one hand and her slender waist with the other. His chin was resting on her shoulder, and his warm breath as he spoke touched her ear, making it seem so real.

It felt as if he were really right beside me.

"you."

Zero wouldn't lie, and she wouldn't hide anything from him, after all, everything she had belonged to him.

"Very good, this is my cutest little assistant, always thinking of the boss." The boy in the black tuxedo smiled with satisfaction, let go of Zero's hand, and stood next to Zero, looking together at the workers moving the keel in the distance.

After being cut by Lu Mingfei, Fenrir's keel could be perfectly packed into the cargo box. To maintain secrecy, Su Enxi directly used the logistics supply chain in which she had invested to mix the keel with the goods being shipped to all parts of the country, thus deceiving everyone and delivering it to the designated location. Finally, the boss personally completed the assembly.

Few men dislike building toys; who didn't build toy robots when they were young? It's just that the toys owned by bosses are more advanced.

"These humans are really interesting." He stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze fixed on the busy workers ahead, but his words were on a completely unrelated topic:

"They clearly only see their children as tools to continue their bloodline or consolidate their position, yet they insist on wearing the cloak of 'fatherly love as vast as a mountain,' under the banner of 'for your own good,' and meticulously drawing up a so-called blueprint for their lives."

Once a child tries to break free from the control strings and deviate from the path set by the parents, the controlling nature is revealed, and they will stop at nothing to forcibly pull the child back onto the right track.

He paused, a cold smile curving his lips: "My brother is about to take action against the Chen family. I'm curious to know if he'll find the plot of a rebellious girl killing her father quite amusing."

Zero was initially puzzled, thinking he was recalling how, after escaping from Black Swan Harbor, he found her parents who had treated her as a precious experimental subject, handing her over to the Empire in exchange for immense wealth and trying to climb into the upper class, avenging her while trying to keep it a secret from her.

But after hearing the rest of his words, she quickly realized what he meant.

However, she didn't know how to answer that question.

After all, when she learned that her parents had only abandoned her as a tool to make money, she was filled with sadness, feeling that they didn't love her and that she was a pitiful creature no one wanted. She cried her eyes out, and her tears dripped onto the back of his neck, making him shiver from the cold.

Even if she were to return to that time with her current mindset, facing the man and woman who gave her life but also pushed her into the abyss, she probably wouldn't be able to wield the knife without hesitation.

Children who have been abandoned always harbor a persistent question deep in their hearts: Why?
Even if the answer is as cruel as simply "I don't want it".

However, whatever the answer may be, Zero is certain of one thing.

If she could ever go back in time, she would personally end their lives.

The reason was simple: she didn't want those hands, which held all her light and warmth, to be stained with dirty blood.

"If he knew, he'd be very angry," Zero said softly, glancing sideways at the boy.

They initially wanted to escape Moscow, shrouded in winter, and head to the warm south, but they were caught during their escape and forced to separate, remaining separated to this day.

“My brother is so smart, he must have guessed it long ago.” A faint sadness appeared on the boy’s face. “But he used to be so stupid, hopelessly stupid.”

Zero couldn't fully comprehend the deep sigh about the distant past hidden in his words, but she could clearly feel the surging sorrow beneath his calm tone.

She silently leaned her shoulder closer to him, bringing their figures even closer together, just like when they walked hand in hand across the 7,000-kilometer ice field years ago. In this clumsy yet sincere way, she tried to convey a tiny bit of warmth.

"Everyone longs to fall into a beautiful dream while they are asleep, but the more splendid the dream, the more heartbreaking the contrast when facing the pale reality upon waking, enough to drive the weak-willed to madness."

He continued softly, his gaze becoming distant, as if piercing through timelines: "But he is stronger than I thought."

(End of this chapter)