Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei Doesn’t Want to Become a Night City Legend

Chapter 25 Prosthetic Installation (Please read and vote)

Afterwards, Lu Mingfei returned safely to the residence arranged for him by Old Wei, who was sent there by David and Rebecca.

In the car, Rebecca kept laughing at Lu Mingfei, saying that he looked like a rich girl who went to a bar to drink and was sent home by her family.

Will Lu Mingfei feel humiliated by this?

1d100 = Oh, sorry, Lu Mingfei's dignity is fixed at 0 (

He hugged Rebecca and called her the big sister. The irritable loli was so happy that she was about to pick up the car for Lu Mingfei, but David had no choice but to stop her.

A few moments
“Is there a mission the next day?”

At night, on Bradbury Street, on the side road next to Victor's Clinic, Lu Mingfei staggered out of the car. Seeing that David had instructions, he walked over happily to ask for details.

"No, just a brief training session - at 4 pm. If you need a prosthetic device installed, remember to finish it before then."

David raised his hand slightly which was leaning against the rear window and pointed at the box in Lu Mingfei's hand.

That was the target of Lu Mingfei's outing this time. It contained an Arasaka Technology Sian Westin of unknown model that was absolutely not available on the market.

".I see."

"Well, see you tomorrow then."

David's hands were paralyzed outside. He knocked on the car door and the black car started quickly. But the driver disappeared in a moment.

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"David, you're so optimistic about him? You even arranged training for him? I don't remember the underworld being so gentle now."

Inside the car, the driver, whom Lu Mingfei had never seen speak before, finally spoke.

"Well, Falco, what, do you have a different opinion?" David asked the driver named Falco.

"He's still very immature."

The driver didn't hide it either.

"Just like David before~" Rebecca interrupted from the passenger seat, "Like a frightened quail!"

“It’s not that exaggerated.”

"The school is the same, the family situation is similar, and he even got into trouble with the Whirlpool Gang and the Scavengers - could it be that you recruited him out of compassion?" Falk continued to ask.

David: ".It would be a lie to say there isn't one, but compared to those, don't you think that child is special?"

Falk: "Special?"

The city's street lights were pulled into lines of neon in his eyes. David paused for a moment and gave the answer.

"Eye."

"It's not the golden eyes, but the look in their eyes. It's not defiant, but it's not timid either. I don't know how to describe it, but it's the kind of eyes you'll never see again in Night City."

Golden eyes.

Of course Lu Mingfei asked David related questions, but these eyes were just an urban legend. After all, even David himself didn't know what his eyes represented.

But that didn't stop him from instinctively finding it amusing.

David propped up his face and looked out the window quietly. "I think he will be extraordinary when he grows up."

"I'm not denying that. After all, he's a lot like you. I'm just worried he won't have the chance to grow." Falco turned the steering wheel. "Not every genius in Night City gets the chance to thrive. Furthermore, your proactive recruitment of him is like sending a signal to the outside world: 'David's team is protecting Lu Mingfei.' This will only worsen our already difficult relationship with the Whirlpool Gang. Honestly, you're still willing to recruit him even at this cost. How much do you think he's worth?"

so?

Rebecca in the passenger seat frowned as if her brain had short-circuited, pinching her chin and shaking her head. She didn't think so much when she recruited Lu Mingfei.

And David. He had a cheerful look on his face.

"Like you said—he's a lot like me, so I'd bet on him."

At this point, it meant that he had made up his mind, and Falco felt that there was no point in saying anything.

In fact, he was not opposed to Lu Mingfei joining the team, but he thought it was a bit strange that David and even Lucy had a strong liking for Lu Mingfei. He was afraid that if this newcomer who was difficult to manage died accidentally, it would affect David's already unstable prosthetic erosion rate.

But now that things have come to this, we can only take it one step at a time.

Thinking of this, Falco simply shook his head and joked.

"Actually, you two have one thing in common, did you know?"

"Huh? What?"

"What what?" Seeing Rebecca and David looking at him, Falco gave the answer with a wicked smile while looking at the rearview mirror inside the car.

"—You are all underage."

Trivia.

David Martinez.

Age: 17
The air was stagnant for half a second, and then Rebecca burst into laughter, while David sat back in his seat with an embarrassed look on his face, muttering that seniority in the underworld had nothing to do with age, and that things in Night City could not be summed up by age. The car was filled with a happy atmosphere.

".Don't tell Lu Mingfei about this."

“Yes~~~~”*2
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"Good evening, Mingfei."

Lu Mingfei walked towards Victor Clinic with a panicked mood. However, the clinic was on the underground floor, and right above the clinic was their good neighbor——

Misty's Esoterica

It looked like a mystical shop whose specific contents were unknown. It was a bit like the fortune-telling shops that little girls of Lu Mingfei's generation would have liked. In fact, the shop did have things like tarot cards and crystal balls on display.

The shop owner, Misty, had short, dirty-blond hair, heavy makeup, a preference for purple and black, and a spiked necklace. Her look was quite... Gothic? Lu Mingfei didn't quite understand this.

However, although Lu Mingfei was a little uncomfortable with Misty's image, he liked Misty herself.

She is gentle, intellectual, and smart.

When talking to Misty, he always had the feeling that 'she respects you' and 'she is watching you'. The last time Lu Mingfei had this feeling was with Chen Wenwen.

Misty often takes care of Old Wei's business, and Lu Mingfei also becomes familiar with her.

Seeing her greeting him, he smiled kindly.

Seeing Lu Mingfei's expression, Misty jokingly said softly, "You're back so late, aren't you afraid that Victor will punish you by making you stand at attention? Or maybe he'll just leave the door open for you?"

"No, no, no, Old Wei wouldn't be so cruel."

"No, but if I smell the blood, cigarettes and alcohol on you, I might say that's not the case." Misty stepped forward and gently pulled up Lu Mingfei's sleeve, sniffing it. "It's quite fresh. You must have provoked the Whirlpool Gang by this smell."

"Oh my god! You are Sherlock Holmes!" Lu Mingfei was shocked.

"Who is Sherlock Holmes? It's just that this blood has their signature stimulant smell." Misty shook her head and handed Lu Mingfei a small purple bottle. "Here, this is a potion to increase luck. It can also cover up your smell."

"Ohhh! Thank you, thank you!"

"No need to say thank you. Just remember to introduce your new friends to the store next time." Misty smiled and turned back into the store.

Not long after, Lu Mingfei entered the clinic.

Victor was indeed still working late into the night, his arm turning a screwdriver with extreme precision, adjusting a machine in front of him.

When Victor saw Lu Mingfei come in, he didn't even glance at him. He just said calmly, "You're back? Did you run into any trouble?"

“Uh,” Lu Mingfei said, choosing his words carefully. “I did encounter it, but I solved it, probably.”

"Ok?"

Old Wei stopped moving.

"Forget it, you should know your limits. So, do you have anything to say to me?" Unexpectedly, Old Wei looked as if he had expected it.

"Yes, the first thing is that I may have to do some temporary work occasionally recently." Lu Mingfei said nervously.

"That's fine. Your deliveries aren't that frequent anyway," Victor agreed. "But don't take on too many deliveries, or you'll wear yourself out."

"Well, the second thing is, Lao Wei, you know, I trust you the most. Um, ahem, I got a Sian Westin model that should be pretty good - can you help me install the prosthesis?"

"Well, no problem, it's just installing the prosthesis. I..." Old Wei raised his eyebrows and accepted the commission easily.

He reflexively turned his chair and reached for his tools.

But when he got half of it, he stopped talking.

"—Wait, what did you say?"

Old Wei turned his head suddenly.

"Who wants to install prosthetics?"

(End of this chapter)