Lu Mingfei, become the King of Elden!

Chapter 354 People Manipulated by the Flames of Ambition

Time flew by. Under Lu Mingze's intimidation, Lu Mingfei tirelessly studied in the alchemy room. Although his skills were still clumsy, he was no longer in danger of blowing himself up.

Before setting off, he took the time to visit Qi Lan. Under Lu Mingfei's questioning, the curly-haired Indian-American man finally confessed and told Lu Mingfei everything from establishing the fan club to its operation.

Lu Mingfei's eyes widened as if he had heard something unbelievable.

"What? You're saying Zero is one of your people too?"

His voice rose unconsciously.

Qi Lan was startled by his intense reaction; her curly black hair swayed gently as he nodded.

"Yes. Although Zero rarely participates in activities, she always manages to obtain the most valuable information and photos."

At this point, the handsome young man of Indian descent suddenly realized he had said too much and hurriedly shut his mouth.

But under Lu Mingfei's gaze, which carried the majesty of an ancient dragon, few could conceive of lying. The golden light flowing in those eyes seemed to pierce through everything, making people involuntarily want to tell the truth.

"Photos?" Lu Mingfei narrowed his eyes. "Qilan, tell me honestly, what photos?"

Qi Lan unconsciously took a half step back, beads of sweat appearing on her forehead.

"It's just... some photos of daily life," Qi Lan stammered. "Zero always manages to capture some very valuable images that help us research your deeds."

Lu Mingfei was even more confused:
"Why are you researching my deeds? Are you going to write a biography for me? I'm only 20 years old. What I wrote wouldn't even be enough to wipe my butt for two days."

Qi Lan lowered her head meekly, her voice growing softer and softer:
"Yes, we will archive those materials in order to create a biography for you."

Lu Mingfei was completely stunned. He opened his mouth, but for a moment he didn't know how to react.

“So,” he began with difficulty, “how much ‘data’ have you actually collected?”

Qi Lan cautiously glanced up at him, then quickly looked down again:

"All your public and private schedules since you enrolled, as well as your favorite dishes in the cafeteria."

Lu Mingfei was completely speechless.

Looking at the devout Indian youth before him, who seemed like a believer, he suddenly understood why prophets in history either went mad or became great figures—it would be strange if they didn't go mad after spending all their time studying these inexplicable things.

“Listen, Chilan,” he sighed, “stop all of this. I don’t need biographies or fan clubs.”

Qi Lan suddenly looked up, a hint of panic flashing in her eyes:
"But... this is something Zero specifically instructed us to continue."

Mentioning Zero's name gave Lu Mingfei another headache.

“I will speak with Zero myself,” he finally said. “Until then, cease all data collection activities.”

Qi Lan nodded reluctantly, but her eyes clearly said, "You're in charge."

As Lu Mingfei turned to leave, he felt a sense of anticipation for his upcoming trip to Italy for the first time.
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As dusk settled, the Bugatti Veyron's engine roared low over the mountain road.

Lancelot gripped the steering wheel skillfully, his profile appearing exceptionally handsome in the dim blue light of the dashboard.

“The chairman has to go to an executive meeting,” he explained, “so I’ll take you there.”

Lu Mingfei slumped in the passenger seat, feeling the coolness emanating from the leather seat.

This Bugatti Veyron was a bet Caesar lost to him, but he's never driven it—maintaining one is more expensive than having a girlfriend; the gas money he spends is enough to eat at the cafeteria for a month.

"Thank you for your help," Lu Mingfei said weakly.

He was still thinking about Zero and that damned fan club, feeling that his dark history was spreading at a terrifying speed.

As the car approached the airport, Lancelot suddenly spoke:
“I heard some news from my family.”

He didn't reveal what information he knew, but simply nodded to Lu Mingfei:

"Have a safe journey. Lionheart will always be your support."

Lu Mingfei was taken aback.

This guy definitely knows something about the board meeting; that's not surprising. Lancelot—that name screams old-school European secret society family.

He twitched the corner of his mouth:

"But I'm still an honorary member of the student council."

“This is different.” Lancelot paused, then said, “You are a man with the heart of a lion.”

Lu Mingfei was stunned.

He recalled the yellowed photographs he had seen in the Lionheart Archives.

The airport lights were already flashing ahead.

Lancelot parked the car steadily in front of the terminal, got out to retrieve Lu Mingfei's luggage, and then quickly left. He also drove the car back to the academy for Lu Mingfei.

Afterwards, he transferred to a Gulfstream business jet and traveled to Italy with Angers.

The black "Gulfstream G550" made a deafening sound, tearing apart the clouds.

This ultra-long-range business jet is designed specifically for businessmen, celebrities, or politicians with a net worth of billions.

Traveling on this private jet, they can fly across the Pacific Ocean while sleeping for a few hours, boarding in the darkness of New York and waking up in the early morning of Paris. It is designed to be extremely quiet; usually when flying in the stratosphere, VIPs cannot even feel the engines running. The designer said that it flies like "a giant blue whale swimming in the deep sea."

But the Gulfstream was extremely noisy; besides the roar of the engines, passengers could even hear the sharp whistling sound of the wings tearing through the air. Above was the brilliant Milky Way, below was the pitch-black sea, hidden in the black clouds, which resembled the ocean, like a tiger shark charging at full speed towards its prey.

This Gulfstream was the principal's prized possession, rarely used except when attending auctions around the world. Angers would then retrieve this treasure from the hangar. This was partly for the sake of the academy's prestige, and partly because he needed to return to the academy with some "forbidden items related to dragon civilization" after the auction.

Taking this flight broadened Lu Mingfei's horizons.

Angers was still wearing that sharp black suit, his solemn expression making him look more like a funeral director than a principal going to a board meeting.

He clearly noticed Lu Mingfei's gaze, turned his head slightly, and said:
"Are you nervous?"

"No."

Lu Mingfei shook his head.

“You have a great mindset,” Ang Zhe nodded. “At your age, I wouldn’t dare say I have this kind of mental fortitude. After all, you’re about to meet the highest-ranking leaders of the largest mixed-race organization on Earth.”

As Lu Mingfei gazed at the night view flashing past the window, a sentence suddenly came to mind.

“He’s nothing more than,” he said, “a man driven by the fires of ambition.”

(End of this chapter)