Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei, Starting as a Seeker of the Law

Chapter 95 Angers, are you crazy?

In the brightly lit room, the bed was cluttered with all sorts of pillows and dolls, almost completely obscuring the three-meter-wide bed.

A fluffy rabbit, a round bear, a unicorn shimmering with sequins...

...If they weren't crammed together in all sorts of contorted poses, some people might mistake this for a toy shop.

But in this room that at first glance looks like a female college student's dormitory, the five monitors arranged side by side on the desk are not showing melodramatic idol dramas or variety shows.

Instead, it's lines, countless lines.

Each line is cold, precise, and constantly pulsating.

The red and green numbers flow like a waterfall, and the candlestick chart rises and falls like an electrocardiogram.

Five screens, five different stock market battlefields, a torrent of data weaving together in the dimly lit room into a silent yet boiling sea.

It was as if one person had already divided his forces into five groups to attack the battlefield.

The woman was sitting in a swivel chair.

She was wearing a plush pajama set with cartoon cat paw prints, the hood hanging loosely over her shoulders, revealing a section of her fair nape.

Her long hair was casually tied up, with a few stray strands falling beside her cheeks.

At this moment, she was slightly frowning, her body slowly scanning every corner of the room as the chair spun around.

My gaze moved from the bed piled high with toys to the flickering screen, then to the half-dead pothos in the corner, and finally back to my empty palm.

It looked like they were looking for something.

"What are you looking for?"

A voice came from the doorway.

Mai Shude leaned against the mahogany door frame, her slender figure silhouetted against the corridor light.

She was wearing a tight black bodysuit, her long hair tied in a high ponytail, and she was holding a freshly opened can of beer in her hand. She looked at Su Enxi, who was pacing around the room like a headless fly, with a hint of doubt in her eyes.

All that could be heard was Su Enxi saying in an unusually serious, almost solemn tone, "My things are missing."

Mai raised an eyebrow, thinking she was about to reveal some confidential documents, an encrypted USB drive, or some "special item" that the boss had instructed her to obtain.

She even instinctively straightened her body, her hand gripping the beer can slightly tighter.

"What is it?"

Then, she heard Su Enxi say, in a resentful tone like a child whose last piece of candy had been taken away, word by word, "My wine glass is gone."

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"I just poured in my last can of Coke."

Mai Shude remained silent for three seconds.

Then, she slowly lifted the beer can and took a sip.

"Su Enxi." She put down the jar, her tone calm and even. "Do you know that the tone you used just now made me think you'd lost the intelligence database?"

"Cola is more important than the database."

Su Enxi continued rummaging through the pile of toys with a self-righteous air, "That was the last can in my fridge! I poured it in a stemmed glass on purpose, you know, the sense of ritual? Now it's gone, the glass is gone, and the cola is gone too..."

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She suddenly stopped what she was doing, as if she remembered something, and abruptly turned to look at Mai Shude.

"Did you sneak a drink?"

"I'd steal a drink from your cola?" Mai scoffed. "I'd rather drink my bathwater."

"Then how come my cup is gone?" Su Enxi stood up, the cat paw on her pajamas twitching with her movement. "I clearly put it here, right next to the screen..."

Her voice suddenly lowered.

It wasn't that she found it, but rather that a voice came from her desk.

All her public affairs were managed by her subordinates, which is why she was able to get here.

Only her private calls, or — the boss.

She turned her head away, but Mai Shude moved even faster. With her long legs, she took only a few steps from the doorway to the desk and picked up the satellite phone.

"So what if you have long legs?" Su Enxi muttered as she walked over. "Whose call was that?"

Mai Shude didn't say anything, but simply handed over the phone with the screen facing up.

Su Enxi looked down.

The caller ID showed no number, only three characters displayed in extremely neat Song typeface on the small LCD screen—"You're not excited if it's not your boss calling?"

Su Enxi glanced at Jiu De Mai, took the phone, and pressed the answer button. "Nothing, nothing, report the situation. You and that person..."

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She hadn't finished speaking.

A male voice came from the receiver, calm yet authoritative, directly interrupting her.

"Do me a favor now."

"

""

Su Enxi's words came to an abrupt halt.

She held the phone, frozen in place.

That sound...

"I need to go somewhere remote to do something," the voice continued, its tone steady yet carrying an invisible sense of oppression.

"Lu Mingfei?"

Su Enxi recognized the voice, and her pupils dilated slightly. But she reacted quickly, almost instantly adjusting her tone to a businesslike, slightly languid one: "Need me to find you a place?"

"No." Lu Mingfei's voice came through the receiver, with the sound of wind and faint snoring in the background. "I need all the information about the King of Bronze and Fire, and help me find a phone number."

Looking for a phone number?

Su Enxi and Jiu Demai exchanged a glance.

"Who? Kassel College?"

Su Enxi asked, her fingers unconsciously tapping the table.

"Transfer me to Angers."

On the large screen in the room, two game characters were exchanging blows, with light and shadow intertwined with explosions.

The girl sat cross-legged on the carpet, her fingers flying across the buttons on the controller, her eyes sharp as a hunting eagle.

Just then, "Beep—Beep—"

The smartphone on the table lit up, accompanied by a dull vibration that hummed on the wooden surface.

"Damn it, who called again?"

The girl muttered irritably, her brows furrowed, but instead of stopping, her hands moved even faster!

The character on the screen seemed to understand her perfectly, and its attack instantly became ferocious, unleashing a series of dazzling combos.

The opponent's health bar was emptied in an instant.

"KO!"

Accompanied by rousing system sound effects and dazzling victory animations, the girl finally breathed a sigh of relief and glanced at her still vibrating phone on the table.

Caller ID: Kassel College.

No notes, no place of origin.

The girl stared at the screen for two seconds, and the brief moment of relief that belonged to victory on her face quickly faded, replaced by a layer of cold frost.

She reached out and picked up the phone.

"Angers, isn't it a bit inappropriate for you to hack into my phone like this?"

A low chuckle came from the receiver, delivered in a typical British accent, calm and relaxed.

"Good evening—or rather, depending on your time zone, good morning, dear Nuwa." Angers' voice was unhurried, as if he were merely chatting with an old friend. "I hope I haven't disturbed you... Were you playing games just now?"

Nuwa did not respond.

She got up and walked to the window, gazing at the deep night outside. In the distance, the city lights were shrouded in a hazy glow in the pre-dawn mist, like a cluster of stars sinking into the water.

"Let's get straight to the point, Principal." Her tone was still cold, but the sharp hostility from before had lessened, replaced by a more businesslike distance.

"When Kassel College calls, it usually means only two things: either you've gotten yourself into trouble again, or you've discovered something big."

"Your Majesty, Nuwa, is always so perceptive." Angers' voice held admiration, as well as a hint of barely concealed excitement. "This time it's the latter."

Nuwa sighed and said, "I hope it's not more astonishing than the 'iceberg show' you put on the Yangtze River last time."

She still remembers that day when several drones lifted icebergs and flew over the frozen surface of the Yangtze River, and countless people took photos and shared them online.

How much manpower and resources did they spend to barely quell those speculations?

Will they come again this time?

"According to reliable intelligence, the King of Bronze and Fire is about to awaken." Angers paused, each word slow and clear. "We need your assistance."

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What?!

Nuwa's voice suddenly rose, shattering the cold calm in an instant.

Is the source of this information reliable?

"It's intelligence from our S-class agents." Angers' voice remained steady, yet carried an undeniable weight. "Of course it's reliable."

Nuwa paused for a moment, her breath tightening slightly near the receiver. "How long until he recovers?"

"About a few days later." Angers paused, a rare hint of uncertainty in his voice, "We can't say for sure the exact time."

Nuwa's brows furrowed suddenly. Her fingers, gripping the receiver, tightened unconsciously, her knuckles turning slightly white.

What does "not knowing the specific time" mean?

Nuwa frowned; she was somewhat confused.

This kind of thing either has already happened, or we can predict roughly when it will happen.

I don't know what's going on.

"What is the purpose of your intelligence department?" Her voice turned cold, the previous businesslike distance replaced by a burning question.

"They don't even know the intelligence itself?"

Angers then dropped another bomb.

"In fact, the intelligence department in Kassel has not been involved in this matter." His tone remained calm, but it carried a strange undertone. "Currently, only we and the S-class agent who brought back the intelligence know about this."

"Are you crazy?" Nuwa's voice was filled with pure disbelief.

In her memory, Angers was indeed an avenger, but he was also always a maintainer of order. He had never acted so insanely.

Should we directly conceal information from the Dragon King?

Could it be that this old guy is planning to break away from the human camp? That's impossible!

"It's not that I'm crazy," Angers said with a calm that was hard to decipher, "it's just that I believe our S-class specialists are capable of handling this on their own."

Nuwa felt like a question mark should appear above her head.

She never imagined that such words could come out of Angers' mouth.

This man was a hybrid who had truly fought the Dragon King, and he knew better than anyone what the Dragon King meant to hybrids.

"You're sending a half-blood to fight the Dragon King? Is he your enemy?"

"Of course not."

"Then why did you do it?" Nuwa's voice suddenly rose, her nails almost digging into her palms. "Where exactly is the location where the King of Bronze and Fire was resurrected?"

"Under the Yangtze River"

"Go to hell, Angers!" Nuwa finally lost her temper, the words practically bursting from between her teeth, "You're not going to kill the newly born Dragon King? Are you waiting for him to grow a dragon body?"

The Lord of Bronze and Fire has a clear record of death. Not only are secret societies like Kassel College searching for traces of his slumber, but even the mixed-race people native to China have been looking for him.

After all, for the Dragon King, "death" is never the end, but merely a long slumber.

When they awaken again, they will be reborn in a pre-buried "cocoon," which is precisely their most vulnerable moment.

Having just emerged from its cocoon, the Dragon King did not have time to re-cocoon and could only walk in the world in a form similar to that of a human.

Without the blessing of the dragon's body, they cannot fully unleash their devastating incantations, and their power is far from its peak. This is the best, perhaps the only, opportunity to completely annihilate them.

That old bastard Ange actually plans to send only one S-class?

Did they even keep this intelligence, which was enough to shake the entire Secret Service, from Kassel?

"Don't you have anyone else working for you?"

Nuwa took a deep breath, suppressing the surging shock and anger in her chest, her voice as cold as iron, "Since it hasn't fully awakened yet, it means there's still time. Tell me its exact location, and I'll handle it."

She was able to maintain her position as the head of the Zhou family not only because of her almost ancestral pure bloodline, but also because she could perfectly control the Zhou family's "family heirloom," the Dragon-Slaying Platform.

Her idea is simple.

Since Angers is unwilling to mobilize the forces of Kassel, then she will take over.

But on the other end of the line, Angers' voice came through calmly, briefly and firmly: "No."

Nuwa almost thought she had misheard. "What did you say?"

"I said no," Angers repeated, his tone completely flat. "I believe our S-class can complete the mission, and that's what he asked for."

Angers,

Nuwa's voice was extremely low, "Do you know what you're saying? The King of Bronze and Fire, even if he has just been resurrected, is still the Dragon King! You're sending an S-rank, a young man who may not even have seen a battlefield, to face a newly born monarch? This isn't trust, it's murder, it's sacrifice!"

"Aren't you going to ask his name?" Angers suddenly asked.

"Name? What name?" Nuwa frowned. "Why would I need to know the name of someone you personally pushed into the fire?"

"Lu Mingfei".

"What?"

"His name is Lu Mingfei," Angers repeated clearly, "Is that enough?"

Nuwa was stunned.

Lu Mingfei.

The name was like a silent wedge, instantly driving into all her surging doubts and anger.

Those intense words stuck in his throat, as if he had suddenly lost all his strength.

If it were Lu Mingfei, if it were that boy, then she suddenly seemed to understand.

Angers' almost insane arrangement was suddenly given a logic that she could not refute.

An unusual silence fell over both ends of the phone call.

The sky outside the window seemed to brighten a little more, but the light appeared exceptionally pale.

"...What do you need me to do?"

Nuwa finally spoke, her voice carrying an almost absurd calm.

She felt like someone who had just slammed their rice bowl on the table and declared they were going on a hunger strike, only to be forced to sit back down, pick up their chopsticks, and then force the rice back into the bowl.

On the tip of his nose, it seemed as if an invisible, red, round clown nose had appeared out of nowhere.