Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei's War Journey

Every time she thought of Jovini, she felt ashamed and couldn't hold her head up. If this matter were exposed, she estimated that she would never be able to stand up straight in front of Jovini again for the rest of her life.

"Mingfei! What... what are you saying!" Uncle Lu Gucheng was also completely anxious, and fine beads of cold sweat instantly appeared on his forehead.

They received large sums of child support from their older brother and sister-in-law every year, but instead of taking good care of the child, the child ended up in jail and had to rely on outsiders to pay for a settlement.

If Lu Mingfei's parents, Lu Lincheng and Qiao Weini found out, how could the couple ever face anyone again?

"We're family, why are you talking like two different people! We can discuss the money issue again..."

He rushed forward, instinctively trying to grab Lu Mingfei's arm to ease the tension, but was stopped in his tracks by a calm look from Lu Mingfei.

That look seemed to be asking, "Are we still family?"

Su Daqiang took in all of this, and his opinion of Lu Mingfei rose even higher.

This kid is not only good at fighting, but also has a meticulous and calm mind. He knows how to make use of all available resources and human psychology, and he has the potential to do great things.

He increasingly felt that the investment of 100,000 yuan was well worth it.

"Haha, okay." Su Daqiang finally spoke with a smile, breaking the deadlock.

"Since Mingfei has made his decision, Uncle Su will cover the 100,000 yuan for you first. As for how to pay it back, we'll talk about it later."

He said this to Lu Mingfei, completely ignoring his pale-faced uncle and aunt beside him, which was tantamount to admitting that Lu Mingfei had the right to handle this debt independently.

This action transformed him from a child who needed a guardian to an individual capable of independent dialogue.

He turned to Attorney Yan: "Old Yan, I'm leaving the rest to you. Make sure it's handled cleanly. I don't want to hear any rumors that are detrimental to Mingfei, or any subsequent legal troubles."

"Don't worry, Mr. Su, I know what to do," Attorney Yan nodded.

With that, the matter was completely settled. Lu Mingfei borrowed 100,000 yuan from Su Daqiang by using his own promise.

After Su Daqiang agreed to pay the money, it wasn't long before some necessary procedures were quickly completed, and Lu Mingfei was immediately released from coercive measures.

As the saying goes, money makes the world go round; at times, money and connections are the most efficient way to get ahead.

As I left the patrol room, the atmosphere grew increasingly cold.

The aunt dared not yell at Lu Mingfei anymore, but the resentment and fear in her eyes were almost overflowing. She now wished she could tear Lu Mingfei apart.

The uncle was distraught, as if he had aged several years in an instant. He felt somewhat guilty towards Lu Lincheng and his wife, who had entrusted their child to their care.

Returning to the home where he had lived for many years but which had never truly given him warmth, Lu Mingfei did not linger. He immediately began packing his meager belongings: a few old clothes, a schoolbag, and textbooks.

"You...you really want to move out?" his uncle asked in a hoarse voice, watching his movements.

"This is no longer my home, Uncle." Lu Mingfei zipped up the worn-out backpack, his tone calm and unwavering.

"Thank you for taking care of me all these years."

He didn't use the word "raising" because the so-called raising is more like a transaction.

A look of intense struggle and pain flashed across the uncle's face. After hesitating for a moment, he made up his mind. With trembling hands, he pulled a bank card from his inner pocket and handed it to Lu Mingfei, his voice so low it was almost inaudible.

"Here's a card for you. There's 50,000 yuan in it. Your parents will transfer money to this card every six months... It's enough for you to pay off the debts first."

"If you want to notify your parents, we won't stop you. However, we can't contact your parents either. They communicate with us by mail, but the mailing address is different every time. We can't call or send a letter."

The aunt watched coldly from the side, her lips moving as if she wanted to stop them or say something more sarcastic, but in the end she didn't say anything, and just turned her head away, showing them the back of her head.

She knew things were beyond repair, and that it might be better for everyone if Lu Mingfei, this scourge, left.

At least she no longer had to live in constant fear, worrying that he might cause even bigger trouble at any time, nor did she have to worry day and night that his mysterious parents might suddenly come back to check the accounts, and she no longer had to worry that Lu Mingfei might chop off her hand one day if he was unhappy.

The thought of that stable extra income every year just vanishing like that still filled her with intense resentment and heartache.

Lu Mingfei didn't say anything more. He took the bank card, slung his backpack over his shoulder, took one last look at the place where he had lived for so many years, and then turned around without hesitation, pushed open the door, and walked into the night.

He didn't look back. From that moment on, he was truly alone.

I can't contact my parents anymore, and I can never go back to this place I called home...

He truly had nothing left...

A huge sense of loneliness surged into his heart like a tide, enveloping him tightly, and he began to think of Nuonuo again.

If Nono were here right now, she would definitely give herself a big hug. I wonder how Nono is doing now, whether she's doing well in Chicago...

With his backpack on, Lu Mingfei wandered aimlessly through the empty, desolate streets. He needed to find a place to settle down first, then figure out how to make money to pay back Su Daqiang's debts and favors as soon as possible, and accumulate capital to go to Chicago.

Lu Mingfei was extremely glad that he had thrown away the revolver earlier. Otherwise, if the police had found out he had a gun at the station, he wouldn't have been able to explain himself no matter what, and he would probably have spent a long time in prison.

But where did that gun go? Hopefully it wasn't picked up by someone, but was just disposed of at a junkyard.

Just as Lu Mingfei was thinking, his foot kicked something hard, making a dull sound.

He subconsciously looked down and, by the dim light of the streetlamp, made out the outline of the object: a cold metal gun body and a familiar wooden grip. It was the Smith & Wesson M10 revolver that he had thrown into the trash can.

Lu Mingfei's pupils contracted sharply. He was 100% certain that there was no such gun on the road before, and how could it possibly be here? Wasn't it thrown into the trash can?

The gun seemed to have grown legs, or perhaps it was brought back to him by some unseen force...

Lu Mingfei stood frozen in place, torn between his inner turmoil and his reason. He knew he should immediately throw away the ominous weapon again and get as far away from it as possible.

However, after being surrounded by thugs and having a gun pointed at him, he realized that his strength was limited. In the face of absolute force, he was still very vulnerable, and a twisted sense of security came from the cold gun.

In this perilous and isolated world, he seemed to have only two things left: the skills of killing in his mind, and the gun before him that might harbor the souls of the dead.

After a long silence, Lu Mingfei took a deep breath, and finally bent down to pick up the gun and tuck it into his waistband. It was his only support now.