Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei Returns from Japan

Countless dark figures rushed toward the box, while others chased after the fleeing group.

The man ran back with Chu Zihang and Lu Mingfei, but perhaps because he was middle-aged, he couldn't run as fast as the two of them and gradually fell behind the two children.

As the man watched Chu Zihang's figure recede into the distance, a slight smile suddenly appeared on his lips:

"You run really fast, you little rascals."

He suddenly stopped, spun around, and swung his sword, the blade flashing in the rain to create a crescent moon shape.

Chapter 7 The Darkness of the Torrent of Rain (7)

Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang heard a terrifying sound coming from behind them.

Just recently, they had heard this sound—the sound of severed muscle and shattered bones sinking into the rain.

They seemed to hear the shadowy figures wailing.

The two couldn't help but turn around, only to see the man wielding his knife like a lion, dazzling the eyes, with each strike chasing the next.

That was a level of swordsmanship beyond human capabilities, because it was so fast that the two of them could only see the man's afterimage.

Whether they were surrounding the men or were shadowy figures trying to chase after Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang, they were all cut into pieces amidst the flashes of blades and afterimages.

It was as if an invisible curtain of air opened up in the rain, centered on the man, blocking everything for them.

Chu Zihang never imagined that a man could be so imposing, and that man was his father.

He leaped into the driver's seat, turned his head, and shouted into the rain, "Dad!"

Without turning back, the man slashed away the shadowy figures that tried to catch up, then turned back and ran towards Odin!

Suddenly, he had a strange feeling, as if some thread between him and the man had been severed forever.

Another group of shadowy figures launched a counterattack, but the man's territory had already expanded and enveloped everyone.

Even a Maybach traveling at top speed couldn't shake off the shadowy figure, which seemed like a comical sloth in the realm of men, with all its movements slowed down countless times... except for Odin, who didn't slow down.

Odin drew Gungnir and struck, instantly unleashing a torrent of lightning that rained down from the heavens upon the man.

But the man ignored the lightning bolts, instead brandishing his knife, leaping high into the air on the shadows, and slashing!

Chu Zihang's eyes reflected the man's falling figure, like a kite with a broken string, plummeting straight into the shadows. The alchemical domain also retracted due to the severe injury. In an instant, blood mist filled the air.

"Son, drive away!" the man suddenly yelled at Chu Zihang.

Chu Zihang suddenly understood that the man had deliberately rushed towards Odin, intending to use him as bait to lure all the shadows away.

"Be obedient, and remember what you promised me." The man's golden eyes, stained red with blood, were fixed on Odin, but he was speaking to Chu Zihang:

"If I die, all I'll leave in this world is you. If you die too, I'll have nothing left. Trust me, live on, and we'll meet again someday. I still have some powerful moves to use. If you stay here, I'm afraid you'll get hit by an area-of-effect attack."

Lu Mingfei stared at the man in the shadows, his hands clenched into fists, his nails almost digging into his flesh. Once again, he faced this desperate and helpless scene.

"Lu Mingze!"

He pounded his fists on the passenger-side dashboard, calling out Lu Mingze's name.

But there was no response.

"Damn it, you little brat, that car is expensive, it's worth nine million! It cost so much money, even God can't stop it! Don't you dare smash it!" the man yelled.

Chu Zihang didn't know who "Lu Mingze" was, but he sensed the sadness that Lu Mingfei shared with him.

He looked at the keyless center console and realized what the man had been showing off to him.

There are three people who can wake up this car, and the third one is him.

"Start it!" he said.

The engine roared like a lion, shattering the chilling sound of the rain.

“Well done, son!” The man raised his knife amidst the shadows and blood mist.

Chu Zihang tried hard to recall the steps of driving: start the engine, shift gears, release the handbrake, and the car rapidly reversed under Chu Zihang's control.

The man had secretly taught him to drive, using this Maybach. They had once driven with the sunroof open on a dirt road in the countryside during springtime.

The stereo started playing automatically after the engine was started, playing "Daily Growing" on repeat. Once again, the daughter sang along with her father in the car.

Daughter, my dear daughter, my arrangements for you were not wrong.

I'll marry you to the son of a wealthy family.

Once I grow old, he will be the man you can depend on.

He is still young, but he is growing up.

Chu Zihang suddenly understood the song. These were the words the man wanted to leave him. He had lived a life of humble self-sacrifice, sending him into a wealthy family, hoping only that he could live a better life than he had.

He always said he would understand later. Now Chu Zihang understands, but what about the man... the man might already be dead.

He would never again hear a man speak with such nonchalant concern for him.

As the car drove downhill, the traffic lights at the tollbooth glowed faintly in the distance, signaling that we had truly reached the point where we would descend the bridge.

But unexpectedly, Chu Zihang suddenly slammed on the brakes, and in an instant, the tires screeched as the Maybach came to a stop in the rain, lying across the empty elevated road.

Lu Mingfei watched as Chu Zihang opened the skylight, breathing heavily with asthma, letting the torrential rain pour in through the skylight, soaking everything with its biting cold.

But he couldn't feel the cold. He felt nothing at all in his world except for the man's voice and that song playing in his ears.

"Start! Start!" he suddenly yelled at the center console.

The center console lights flickered on for a moment, but then immediately went back off.

This car is exhausted. Even the fiercest lion has its limits. Just like that man.

At that moment, he finally understood that he was truly about to lose that man.

Chu Zihang suddenly burst out of the car and sped off against the wind and rain on the overpass. Lu Mingfei was stunned for a couple of seconds before he reacted and burst out of his car to chase after Chu Zihang.

"What are you doing!" Lu Mingfei suddenly tackled Chu Zihang and roared.

"Let go!" Chu Zihang forcefully broke free from Lu Mingfei's embrace. His face was covered in water, making it impossible to distinguish between rain and tears.

"You want to go back? You're crazy!"

After undergoing physical training at Kassel College and grueling courses at the Advanced Education High School, Lu Mingfei's strength was already far greater than that of ordinary people.

But he felt that Chu Zihang seemed to have infinite strength, and he couldn't hold him back no matter how hard he tried, so he simply used his feet to lock Chu Zihang in place.

"Have you forgotten what your father told you? As long as you live, you will meet again someday."

Lu Mingfei held Chu Zihang tightly: "Right now, in the whole world, you are the only one who remembers your father. If even you die, then your father will truly disappear from this world completely."

Chu Zihang was stunned, and his hand, which had been trying to break Lu Mingfei's lock, finally dropped.

Lu Mingfei felt Chu Zihang's body gradually relax, but he didn't dare to let go of him immediately, and kept his hands and feet locked on Chu Zihang's body.

If there were a third person present, they would surely be reminded of that classic line from Stephen Chow's classic film "King of Destruction":

"Senior Brother locked up He Jin Yin? No, it's He Jin Yin who locked up Senior Brother!"

"I'm sorry," Chu Zihang said quietly. "You're right. If I die too, he will really disappear."

"Just figure it out."

Lu Mingfei exhaled, opened his mouth, and wanted to say something, but suddenly realized that he didn't know what to say next to break the uncomfortable atmosphere.

Damn it... don't make the atmosphere so awkward at such a sad moment.

Fortunately, Chu Zihang broke the silence: "Let go... I won't run away."

Lu Mingfei hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said, "Okay."

Lu Mingfei released his grip, and Chu Zihang slowly stood up from the muddy ground, staring blankly in the direction of the man. Lu Mingfei also stood obediently behind Chu Zihang.

Looking at Chu Zihang's lonely figure standing in front of him in the pouring rain, he suddenly felt a strange sadness.

To others, Chu Zihang always radiated brilliance, like a dazzling sun, inspiring admiration yet remaining unapproachable. But who knew that his world was actually shrouded in a torrential downpour, where not a ray of sunshine could be seen?

There may have been some sunshine before, but after today, there may never be any more.

Lu Mingfei couldn't bear to look at his back any longer, so he turned around, wiped his face in the rain, and when he looked up, he was suddenly stunned, and then his eyes widened in disbelief.

It was a small figure sitting on the roof of a Maybach, swinging her legs, gazing at Chu Zihang's back, humming a song.

The small figure seemed surprised that Lu Mingfei would suddenly turn around, her eyes flashing with a faint gold as she met Lu Mingfei's gaze across the distance.

Xia Mi.

Chapter 8 Liu Miaomiao's Invitation

April 2006, 7, sunny.

Just yesterday, the city was still experiencing the aftereffects of that torrential rain.

The dark clouds that had been looming over the city for days dissipated overnight.

The sun was scorching, and the sky was as clear as glass. Even the grass on the playground of Shilan Middle School, which had been ravaged by the torrential rain, had been renovated sometime during the rain.

It was as if that rain had never come at all.

Although the sky cleared, for some people, that heavy rain remained forever in their world.

Lu Mingfei's head was buzzing from the noise around him.

He originally planned to take a nap at the table at this time so that he would look more energetic when taking the group photo later.

He was a failure for three years in junior high, and he'll likely be a failure for another three years in high school. At least he can't let today, his graduation day with a group photo, be too unlucky...

He deliberately went to bed very early last night in preparation for today.

But as soon as he closed his eyes, the torrential rain, Deadpool, Odin, Maybach, and finally, those pale golden eyes haunted him like a nightmare.

A wail came from the next room; he'd probably gotten completely wiped out while playing Chenghai 3C again.

He's been yelling like that all night. If he keeps doing it, his aunt will take her anger out on him again tomorrow, blaming him for playing games all day and corrupting Lu Mingze.

But he doesn't play Chenghai 3C; he plays StarCraft. One is a MOBA, and the other is an RTS. They are not even the same game genre.

But Auntie couldn't tell the difference. She couldn't see the difference between the colorful little figures on the screen. She just thought that all games were equally shady and harmful!

Whatever. Anyway, I've been used as a punching bag by my aunt for more than a year or two. At least I have a normal room, which is better than Harry's situation.