Lu Mingfei, become the King of Elden!

Chapter 234 Requires Tools

I already told you to be careful.

Lu Mingfei's voice rang out lazily.

He was still holding a half-eaten cake in one hand, while the other hand hung casually at his side, as if he had just swatted away a fly.

He patted non-existent dust off his hands, his tone slightly disdainful:
"Let's negotiate. Why resort to physical violence? And you even tried to slap our principal's chair? Do you think you can just slap our old principal's bones like that? If you break them, you'll have to pay for it!"

The room was deathly silent.

You can hear the needle drop.

Those young elites who had just been so self-assured were all frozen in place, their faces drained of color, their pupils contracting in shock and fear.

They didn't even see how Lu Mingfei moved! They only felt a gust of wind hit them, and then their companion was embedded in the wall!

The speed was far beyond their ability to capture dynamic visuals, leaving only a shocking result.

Han Gao's cloudy old eyes flashed with golden light as he stared intently at Lu Mingfei, his fingers tightening slightly around the wine glass.

Angers seemed to be jolted awake from his thoughts. He stopped humming and looked at Henkel with a hint of apology:

“Oh, my apologies. Henkel, it seems my student doesn’t like people getting too close to me, especially… when he’s emotional. Young people are always a bit too protective, which makes their reactions a bit intense. I’ll definitely teach him a lesson. Kassel will cover all the repair costs.”

He paused, then turned to Lu Mingfei, his tone carrying a hint of reproach:
"Mingfei, this is extremely rude. Hurry up and apologize to Mr. Han Gao and this friend!"

Lu Mingfei pursed his lips, seemingly somewhat unwilling. He slowly took a few steps forward, and the only sound in the room was the sound of his pacing.

He stopped and looked at the young man who was embedded in the wall and was unconscious.

"Uh, sorry."

Lu Mingfei spoke, but his tone sounded insincere, even a bit lazy:

“In our area, from top to bottom, from the principal to the gatekeeper, everyone hates people who keep talking about wanting to be an emperor and establish a regime.”

He tilted his head, as if genuinely curious:
"You say you want to rule over ordinary people? On what grounds? Just because you think you have a bigger fist, a special bloodline, and that you have some pitiful amount of violence?"

Lu Mingfei shrugged, his expression turning somewhat amused:

"What a coincidence! I grew up among ordinary people, and my compulsory education was all about 'the people being the masters of the country' and 'history is created by the people.' And now you're suddenly spouting this old-fashioned feudal rhetoric of 'I'm a Celestial Dragon, I want to be the new emperor'..."

"So you see, the logic is simple. You want to speak with violence, fine. But when you brandish that pitiful amount of violence and find that the other person has something much bigger and heavier... then you can't blame others for helping you wake up, right?"

Lu Mingfei raised his head, his gaze slowly sweeping over everyone present. His golden pupils resembled two burning suns, radiating an ancient and majestic aura.

Everyone instinctively avoided his gaze.

"Oh right, what did you just say, 'Don't charge too much for the dead,' and 'Someone always has to step on the wheels of history'?"

Lu Mingfei tilted his head slightly, his expression calm:

“You’re right, history is a wheel of steel. My great-grandfather, Lu Shanyan, was one of those who were crushed by this wheel.”

He reached out and gently patted the dust off the young man's immobile shoulder. The gesture was gentle, yet it sent chills down the spines of everyone who witnessed it.

"So when I hear someone say such things so casually, I really want to ask—who do you think you are to judge those who used their flesh and blood to prop up the wheels of history?"

That's the gist of it. I wish you a speedy recovery.

Having said that, he stopped looking at the appalling "artwork," turned around, and walked back to Angers' side, reverting to his sleepy demeanor. The entire lounge was silent, save for heavy breathing and the occasional soft thud of plaster chips falling from the wall.

Angers stood up, straightened his suit, walked to the wall with the figures embedded in it, and looked at it with a hint of regret:
"Tsk tsk, it seems this young gentleman needs a good rest, and perhaps he also needs a good orthopedic surgeon and a psychologist."

Henkel's grand vision of 'sharing,' 'a new era,' and 'becoming the new dragon race' seems to have to end here for today.

He turned to Lu Mingfei, his tone relaxed:
"Mingfei, is the cake delicious?"

"It's alright, but a bit too salty. It would be better to have some black tea with it."

Lu Mingfei smacked his lips:

"Principal, can we go out now? I think I can smell roasted lamb chops."

"Of course, it seems the main course is about to begin."

Angers smiled and nodded again to Henkel:
"Excuse me, Henkel. I hope this little mishap won't spoil your appetites."

After saying that, he led Lu Mingfei out of the lounge with ease. Before leaving, Lu Mingfei casually took another cookie from the waiter's tray at the door.

This time, no one dared to speak up and stop them, and no one even dared to look directly at the young S-class who was holding a wooden box and looked harmless.

The crimson door closed gently, separating the inside from the outside into two worlds.

The deathly silence in the lounge lasted for a full minute, with only the occasional patter of plaster dust falling from the walls as proof that time was still passing.

Finally, Han Gao slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, a breath that seemed to have been accumulating in his chest for a century.

He slowly pulled his hand out of his pocket, and two old-fashioned golden swivels were placed on the table.

Alchemical Wheel - "Texas Dawn".

"Get him down."

Henkel said calmly:
"Call the doctor. Be careful not to let the bone fragments pierce your internal organs."

The young people seemed to snap out of a daze and rushed forward in a fluster.

But when they tried to pry their companion out of the wall, they found that the force of the embedding was astonishing, as if it were not a person, but a bronze statue cast in concrete.

However, he is not dead yet. Hybrids have high bone and muscle density, and the bloodline of young people is not low either.

"Tools are needed."

Someone said in a trembling voice.

Henkel did not turn around; his gaze remained fixed on the closed door, as if he could see through the door and into the departing figure.

"Then let's go find the tools."

His voice was devoid of emotion.

"Or are you saying you can't even handle such a small matter?"

They sprang into action immediately; some ran out to find the estate's security guards, while others tried to pry open the cracks in the wall with brute force.

Han Gao slowly walked to the wall, stretched out his withered fingers, and gently touched the spiderweb-like crack. He could feel the violent power within his fingertips.

(End of this chapter)