Dragon Raja: Entry by Lu Mingfei

Lu Mingfei turned his head and looked at Lao Tang with some surprise.

He and his senior brother didn't drink tea, so they naturally wouldn't faint, but Old Tang, you drank it all in one gulp!

It's safe to say that it has the constitution of a dragon king, completely immune to the effects of the sleeping pills in the tea.

Seeing that three people were still standing, a hint of surprise flashed across Jessica's face, but she quickly regained her composure.

"It seems you didn't drink that tea. Unfortunately, your caution won't save you from death."

Jessica said with a smile.

She didn't feel that things were out of her control.

In her view, these three masked young people, even if they were strong, were ultimately no match for her "pet".

Lu Mingfei looked at "Jessica" who had shed her disguise.

He didn't expect that, catalyzed by "Su Enxi" and "Black Snake", Old Karl would so quickly choose to reveal his true intentions.

However, this actually makes things simpler.

All I need to do is defeat this guy in front of me.

Before that, Lu Mingfei planned to try another trick to see if he could get the whereabouts of the Imagination Stone out of the old man.

Is that really the case?

Then Lu Mingfei suddenly spoke, his voice lazy and somewhat nonchalant, and because he was wearing a Sun Wukong mask, he looked strangely mysterious.

"Stop pretending, Rosen Carl."

He shrugged, his tone casually dismissing the little trick:

"Actually, I had already discovered your true identity before we even entered the manor—Rosen Carl, the CEO of Dyson Corporation, a man who should have been dead."

"How did you know?!"

Upon hearing this, Jessica's gaze suddenly turned sharp as a knife, fixing on Lu Mingfei.

But soon, "she" regained her composure:

"Even if you figure it out, so what? It just means you'll live a few more minutes!"

"I know more than just that."

Lu Mingfei's tone remained nonchalant.

"Word of Power Mask, director of the Holy Palace Medical Association, expert in Deadpool research, and—the head of the Undead Legion Project. Am I right, Mr. Rosen Carl?"

"How...how do you know all this!?"

Listen to Lu Mingfei read out his most secret identity word by word.

Wearing the Jessica mask, Rosen Carl felt a chill run down his spine.

He was actually seen through.

The Word of Power: Mask is his greatest secret, known only to a handful of high-ranking members of the Holy Palace Medical Association over the years.

The identities of the members of the Holy Palace Medical Association, as well as the top-secret Deadpool Legion plan, were kept strictly confidential. Even within the Medical Association, very few people knew the full story.

The young man in front of me wearing a Sun Wukong mask actually knew everything!

He must be someone inside the organization!

There is no other possibility!

Old Tang, wearing a Pigsy mask, looked at Lu Mingfei with a completely bewildered expression.

He remembered Lu Mingfei's reminder before he entered.

"Holy crap! I knew this guy wasn't a good person the moment he walked in? That's incredible!"

"And when exactly did we investigate this guy so thoroughly?!"

Chu Zihang was no less shocked than Lao Tang.

Judging from Jessica's terrified expression, Lu Mingfei was absolutely right!

"Of course it's because I'm also part of the organization, and besides, my rank is higher than yours."

Lu Mingfei said lazily.

His purpose in this trip was never to find the murderer, but to find the Stone of Imagination.

In order to get clues about the Imaginary Stone from this old man, he had no choice but to "bluff" him like this first.

"I'm only here for the Dream Stone; I can't be bothered with anything else."

Lu Mingfei's tone suddenly became forceful, carrying an undeniable sense of pressure.

"As long as you hand over the Stone of Imagination, we'll leave immediately and won't bother you again."

"interesting."

Rosen Carl chuckled slowly, a laugh tinged with a sinister yet relieved air.

"It seems you're not a member of the Holy Palace Medical Association. I really don't know where you found out so many secrets."

His smile slowly faded, and the murderous intent in his eyes grew even stronger.

"Sometimes, knowing too many secrets isn't a good thing."

"What, you want to make a move?"

Lu Mingfei's eyes sharpened as he stared directly at Rosen Carl, his tone still languid, but now carrying a hint of sharpness:

"Or do you really think you can beat us? With those twelve dead servants hiding behind your door?"

Upon hearing this, Jessica's eyes turned cold.

His trump card, hidden behind the secret door, was seen through by this young man once again!

"Is it a word of power that involves insight?"

Old Karl thought to himself that he sensed the young man in front of him wearing a Sun Wukong mask was trying to put pressure on him through words.

Unfortunately, he saw through this little trick.

He didn't want to be like those foolish villains who, after spouting nonsense, were righteously killed by the protagonist.

All he wanted now was for these three masked men in front of him to die!

Without the slightest hesitation, a hidden door behind the study was quietly opened.

A pungent, nauseating stench of corpses surged forth like a tidal wave, mingled with the stench of dragon blood, making one want to vomit.

Immediately afterwards, twelve humanoid creatures, each over two meters tall, slowly emerged from behind the hidden door and approached step by step.

The skin of these humanoid creatures is a sickly pale white, so thin as to be almost transparent, with twisted blood vessels underneath that have a dark bluish tinge, like countless hibernating snakes slowly writhing beneath the skin.

Their eyes have no whites, only a murky blackness, and when they open their mouths, you can see sharp, fang-like teeth.

Deadpool!

These are non-human, non-dragon monsters that are mutated after hybrids cross the critical blood limit. They lose their human consciousness and their bodies turn into dragons under the influence of dragon blood.

I never expected that the person in front of me was raising a group of dead servants!

Behind the Tang Monk mask, flames seemed to burn in Chu Zihang's golden eyes.

He thought of that stormy night.

Hundreds of Deadpools once charged at them from that overpass!

Over the years, he had been searching for Odin's whereabouts, but to no avail.

But to my surprise, I saw the Deadpool Legion, which was artificially raised, here again.

"Kill them!"

"Jessica" said coldly.

"Preserve the body as intact as possible!"

"They are all perfect test subjects! And they will be your companions from now on!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the twelve Dead Servants simultaneously let out a hoarse, piercing roar, and their figures, like ghosts, swiftly pounced towards Lu Mingfei and his companions.

They were incredibly fast, so fast that only blurry afterimages remained, and their stench enveloped them as if it were a tangible substance.

Logically speaking, Deadpool has no reason, no emotions, no sense of good or evil; he only kills based on instinct.

But old Carl clearly possessed some method to control the Deadpools, who launched an attack under his command!