Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei's Bullet Screen Wish Machine

Chapter 108 Fingel: This is my brother, Old Tang.

"Name?"

"Ronald Don".

"gender?"

"You even need to ask that?!"

"You are American."

"That—male, both physically and mentally."

Inside the security room, Fingel sat imposingly on a folding chair, with a notebook in front of him and an ashtray beside him.

The cigarette burned quietly, and the face shrouded in smoke was illuminated by the blue light of the screen, making it look like a Smurf.

Across the table, Old Tang sat on a small stool, his shoulders drooping, looking like a quail.

There's nothing I can do; I'm simply not as skilled as them.

Damn it, who invented this bronze throne?

Ronald Don really wanted to swear.

The burly man's skin changed color, and Old Tang immediately used a lightning-fast slide to save him—the Bronze Throne could even block bullets, while he didn't even have a knife in his hand. He probably wouldn't be able to break through the defense even if he broke his own bones.

You're invulnerable to swords and spears, so what else is there to say? This round is yours.

Fortunately, Fingel didn't make things difficult for him; at least Fingel himself didn't think he had made things difficult for the guy.

Xiao Li woke up very early, but after waking up, he fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. Now, his snoring is deafening, almost drowning out their conversation.

This is an uncommon phenomenon. Simply put, it is caused by shock and mental exhaustion. After waking up from fainting, the body and mind are completely relaxed, and the person naturally becomes sleepy and falls asleep.

Fingel, meanwhile, was interrogating Old Tang.

"What are you doing here?"

He tapped on the table.

"You know, I'm a hunter."

Old Tang gave an American-style shrug: "I got a job on the Hunter Network. The employer wants me to go to the headquarters of Zhaoda Group to find a jar."

"A jar?"

Fingel frowned.

"Yes, a bronze pot, taller than a person."

Old Tang pulled a photo out of his pocket. "It looks like this."

Whether it was a misperception or not, after Fingel took the photo, Old Tang seemed to feel that the laptop screen brightened up slightly.

"I had a few glass tubes in my bag, and the employer said to record a video of me pouring them into a jar —"

Old Tang was very straightforward; he laid out all his tasks, even including watering the money tree by the door.

After he finished speaking, he found that Fingel had fallen silent. Old Tang was a little uneasy—could this guy have figured out the trick to the jar and then want to kill him and steal it?

"Is there a time limit for your task?"

After a long while, Fingel suddenly spoke.

"Three months."

Old Tang scratched his head and said honestly that the employer was giving him too much time.

"They probably didn't tell you that Zhaoda Group is actually a hunter organization disguised as a company."

Fingel spoke leisurely: "The entire Zhaoda Group has one boss, two secretaries, four accountants, along with clerical staff, hunters, security guards, and canteen aunties, totaling five or six hundred people. Everyone has their own division of labor, just like a small court with strict hierarchy."

The company is full of talented people; although they are far less capable than me, each of them is just as capable as you.

"Is this really true?!"

"Absolutely true."

Fingel confidently declared, "Bro, with your amateurish skills, don't even think about getting in head-on."

"I never intended to force my way in—"

Old Tang muttered something to himself.

"And what if this thing isn't even at company headquarters?"

Fingel spoke with a hint of persuasion: "Take the warehouse for example, but think about it, the warehouse of a hybrid organization is naturally heavily guarded, you definitely can't get in."

Old Tang's face fell instantly. He couldn't complete the mission, he lost the bounty, and he almost got beaten up.

The thought of having to pedal his tricycle back to the old man who collects scrap metal and then take the map home when it gets light fills Old Tang with a profound sense of helplessness.

"but."

Just then, Fingel's heavenly voice suddenly rang out: "I have a plan."

Old Tang noticed that the solemnity and seriousness on the other person's face had disappeared, replaced by a profound wisdom.

"How will you teach me, sir?"

Old Tang immediately asked for advice.

"Strong fortresses are always breached from within."

Fingel gave him a look.

Old Tang blinked, somewhat confused.

"The person who can help you is both far away and right in front of you!"

Fingel held up a hand and said decisively, "After it's done, we'll split it 70/30, I'll take 70% and you take 30%."

"How come I only achieved 30%?"

Old Tang almost jumped up. "Putting aside the fact that you were making a 50/50 hand gesture, you were just chasing after me and attacking me, and now you've betrayed me? That's too fast!"

June Fourth.

"Fifty-five."

"June 4th, I'll cover for you."

Fingel conceded, "How about 100% mission completion?"

"really?"

Old Tang looked suspicious.

"I know a master craftsman who makes counterfeit cultural relics."

Fingel flicked his cigarette ash, took a puff of the two-yuan-and-fifty-yuan pack of Daqianmen cigarettes, and said with a air of superiority, "Since the employer is watching a video anyway, why not make a fake one?"

Old Tang, the honest and upright hunter, was stunned.

Old Tang went back to his tricycle.

Fingel patted the laptop keyboard. On the computer screen, a girl in bright blue rested her chin on her hands, her large eyes cascading with numbers.

EVA, the "reverse personality" of Norma, the super artificial intelligence at Kassel College.

EVA: "You should know what that jar is, right?"

Fingel: "Hmm, a urn, or rather, a cocooned egg—why would anyone send him to find this?"

EVA: "Lu Mingfei went to Bronze City, but according to the ship's executive officer, he only took out the Seven Deadly Sins and did not hand them over to the Academy."

Fingel: "The principal paid nearly 300 million for the salvage operation and was impeached for squandering the board's donations—although he gets impeached every now and then."

EVA: "And then you were sent here to protect, or rather, monitor, an S-class freshman who refused to enroll."

Fingel nodded: "Is there a problem with Old Tang's identity?"

"His identity is not in question, but I think I have it in my database."

EVA said, "The above only shows that Old Tang is a free hunter who dropped out of high school, which is basically consistent with his own description, but my database has been tampered with."

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"I see."

Fingel pondered for a moment, "Don't tell the principal about this, and don't tell anyone else."

"This is against the college's rules."

"But you always give in to me, right?"

On the screen, the glowing girl rested her chin on her hand and made a strong "hmm" sound.

The next day.

Zhaoda Group.

Inside the security guard's room.

The burly German man, who looked like a bear, patted the young man next to him on the shoulder: "Let me introduce you, this is my brother, Old Tang."

California sunshine.

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Lu Mingfei got up feeling refreshed.

Open the wishing machine panel.

[Received Chen Wenwen's first kiss] — Wish fulfilled.

Through his interaction with Chen Wenwen, Lu Mingfei explored various methods and finally completed the task correctly, earning wish points.

[Borrowing Chen Wenwen adds a healthy touch to Zhao Menghua's life] — Wish fulfilled.

Lu Mingfei initially thought he had to do more, but he underestimated the power of the stolen scripture.

As a tool related to cause and effect, the word "steal" in "Stealing Fortune Sutra" is in its literal sense.

After Lu Mingfei snatched Zhao Menghua away and took away this marriage, any possibility between Zhao Menghua and Chen Wenwen was completely lost.

Yesterday, Chen Wenwen had a lot of wishes posted online, one of which seemed easy to do: "Play scratch-off lottery tickets with Chen Wenwen."

Lu Mingfei ran to the lottery shop next to the hospital and bought a stack of scratch-off lottery tickets. The two of them happily scratched for a long time on the hospital bed and finally won twenty yuan.

But what Lu Mingfei couldn't understand was that the mission was not completed, and he suspected that he had bought the wrong lottery ticket.

Pick up your phone from beside your pillow.

Chen Wenwen: Lu Mingfei.

Chen Wenwen: Lu Mingfei, are you asleep?

Chen Wenwen: I have something I want to tell you.

Chen Wenwen: What we did was wrong.

Chen Wenwen: No, it's not that it's wrong, what I mean is————

Lu Mingfei glanced at them briefly and saw that there were probably dozens of entries. At first, they were all short sentences, but later they turned into very long short essays.

The earliest message was sent at 2:32 AM.

Lu Mingfei thought for a moment and replied with a message: "Good morning."

Before he could even put down his phone, Chen Wenwen immediately replied, "Good morning!"

Then, separated by the phone screen, we fell into cyber silence.

After a while, Chen Wenwen finally couldn't hold back any longer: "Um, about what I posted yesterday, you—just pretend you didn't see it."

Well, the artsy girl's brain was probably quite chaotic last night. In her little essay, she imagined no fewer than ten possible futures with Lu Mingfei. In short, she wrote about how wonderful it would be for her.

After waking up in the morning, reason prevailed, but unfortunately, the message couldn't be retracted.

It's clear that Chen Wenwen is very serious about including Lu Mingfei in her future life plans. Lu Mingfei, while touched, said it was a good strategy, but he wanted to make some modifications.

Living with only two people would be too lonely.

Lu Mingfei: "Want to come out and talk? It's Saturday."

Chen Wenwen: "I sprained my ankle and need to rest at home. I can't go out."

This is a lie. Lu Mingfei had already healed Chen Wenwen's sprain before she returned home.

"Shall I go visit my sick classmate?"

"No, my parents are here!"

Lu Mingfei thought to himself, "I saw your dad at the community clinic yesterday; he even thanked me."

However, young girls are easily embarrassed, and pushing them too hard can backfire.

After exchanging a few words, Lu Mingfei ended the conversation.

the other side.

Chen Wenwen's home.

The artsy girl put down her phone and cupped her cheeks in her hands.

When Lu Mingfei kissed her, she felt completely dizzy.

She grabbed him in a daze, let go in a daze, and was finally taken to the community hospital by him in a daze.

I don't know how it happened, but my sprained ankle just mysteriously healed.

Chen Wenwen only remembered that on the way to the hospital, she was sitting on the back of the bicycle and holding him very tightly.

How could she have been kissed by Lu Mingfei so suddenly? — Just thinking about it made the artsy girl's face burn and her head feel incredibly hot.

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