Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei's Bullet Screen Wish Machine

Jilin, Yanbian.

On a tour bus heading to Fangchuan Scenic Area.

"중국젊은애들은다어르신잘공경하는데, 요즘한국젊은애들은진짜예의가없다니까."

Wearing a sun hat and sportswear, the elderly man danced with joy.

Zhou Minhao translated at the top of his lungs:

"This old man said that young people in China are very respectful of their elders, unlike Korean kids these days who have no manners at all!"

"oh oh."

Lu Mingfei quickly gave a thumbs up, "Grandpa, you're awesome too!"

Zhou Minhao then gave a thumbs-up and translated for the Korean old man:

"He said you're this one! Absolutely fantastic!"

"Yoshi, yoshi!"

The old man imitated them, giving a thumbs up, and was very happy to have learned a new Chinese phrase.

Early this morning, Lu Mingfei and Zhou Minhao boarded the tour bus.

Lin Fenglong, or rather Friedrich, was on the bus in front of them. This guy had actually signed up for a tour group, pretending to be a harmless retired old man, to climb the mountain and enjoy the scenery.

Lu Mingfei speculated that there should be people on the Russian side to meet them. There are border mountains between China and Russia in Fangchuan Scenic Area. At this time of year, the trees are tall and the forest is dense. If people are not paying attention, they can easily sneak into the mountains and cross the border.

Shortly after, the tour bus stopped at the parking lot at the entrance of the scenic area. Lin Fenglong, disguised as a tourist, blended into the crowd and got off the bus without making a sound.

Lin Fenglong showed great patience.

Like an ordinary tourist, he first followed the group along the sightseeing trail, climbed the Longhu Pavilion, and gazed at the border of the three countries for a while. After confirming that everyone was busy taking photos and no one was paying attention to him, he pulled down the brim of his sun hat and slowly walked towards the side path.

After half an hour, Lin Fenglong arrived at the border forest. Just as he was about to plunge in, he saw a figure appear beside the road.

The man, wearing gold-rimmed glasses and with a refined appearance, stood there with his legs spread apart, neither too wide nor too wide.

"Zhou Minhao of the Zhou family in Xiangyang."

"The Zhou family?"

Lin Fenglong narrowed his eyes. "This area doesn't seem to be under your jurisdiction, does it?"

Zhou Minhao did not answer. He rolled up his sleeves, and flames flowed from his palms, as red as molten steel.

Junyan...

Lin Fenglong turned to the side, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw a boy of about seventeen or eighteen standing behind him, blocking his way back.

Lin Fenglong couldn't see anything special about the young man, but the other man's single sentence made his heart skip a beat.

"Great-great-grandfather, Rojiyama Hiko."

As if struck by lightning, the traitor abruptly turned his head, his golden eyes fixed intently on the child.

"...Okay, very good."

Lin Fenglong didn't say much.

Whether it was the Zhou family whose goods were stolen or Lu Shanyan's descendants, they all had irreconcilable conflicts with him, making reconciliation impossible.

With each breath, his skin twitched, and bluish-gray scales crawled up his cheeks.

His knuckles swelled, his facial bones protruded, and his eyes shone with a dazzling gold.

Blood Explosion!

Lin Fenglong's bloodline was very pure; he was one of the prodigies of his generation. However, his era had long passed, and under the great power of time, even a prodigy would only become an old man on his deathbed.

Lin Fenglong suddenly thought of Angers. As an intelligence broker, he knew that Angers had been looking for him and that the other party had never given up his dragon-slaying career. Although he was about the same age as him, he did not show any signs of aging.

Perhaps it's because a fire called "revenge" has been burning in his chest.

After stretching his muscles and using the Bloodlust Secret Technique, Lin Fenglong's five senses became increasingly acute as his bloodline improved, and a powerful force surged from the depths of his bloodline.

Despite neglecting his martial arts skills over the years, as a member of the Lionheart Society, Lin Fenglong still has some insights into how to unleash the Lionheart.

The next step is to decide how to choose.

Ahead stood a robust young man from an ancient dragon-slaying family, possessing the high-risk incantation "Lord's Flame".

The other party is at the peak of their life and has been exchanging information with people of mixed Eastern and Western descent for many years. Such a family member must have mastered the Blood Explosion Secret Technique.

Behind him was a young boy, whose most outstanding ancestor was Lu Shanyan.

Lin Fenglong made his decision in just 0.001 seconds. His golden eyes burned, and the strange man with blue scales on his face charged toward Lu Mingfei.

Lin Fenglong did not experience the battle at Kassel Manor, but as the eighth member of the Kassel Seven Oddities, he had a good understanding of Lu Shanyan.

This guy is skilled with guns, has an excellent shooting talent, and his speech-power ability is to enhance his hearing.

The reason for choosing Lu Mingfei as an opponent is quite simple—what, are you afraid of Kamaitachi?

Harboring malicious intent to bring the (great-grandfather and grandson) together, Lin Fenglong leaped several feet and pounced on Lu Mingfei.

His entire forearm was covered with tiny blue scales, spreading from his elbow to his fingertips, his five fingers like iron hooks, aimed directly at Lu Mingfei's throat.

In his berserk state, Lin Fenglong's speed was pushed to its limit.

Lu Mingfei's response was also quite simple.

Plant your left leg firmly on the ground and stand still, then step back half a step with your right leg, forming a lunge position with your knee bent.

Clench your fist, relax your shoulder blades, and trace an arc with your elbow.

His whole body tensed instantly, like a large bowstring—

The bow is drawn to its fullest extent!

"Bang!"

Blue scales mixed with teeth flew out, blood splattered everywhere, and the punch slammed hard into Lin Fenglong's face. His body was thrown directly into the air and then crashed heavily to the ground.

Unlike his high spirits just seconds before, Lin Fenglong now looked miserable. His jawbone was shattered by a punch, most of his teeth were knocked out, even his golden eyes had gone out, and he was almost unconscious.

Zhou Minhao's eyes widened as well.

He had great confidence in Lu Mingfei, otherwise he wouldn't have brought the latter to capture the traitor. But even Zhou Minhao didn't expect that Lu Mingfei would cleanly and decisively defeat Lin Fenglong with just one punch.

Lu Mingfei slowly exhaled; this should be his first time fighting against a mixed-race person.

Lin Fenglong's pounce and grab were quite intimidating, but fortunately Lu Mingfei was stronger.

Lin Fenglong was still sobbing on the ground when Zhou Minhao ran over and took out a lipstick from his pocket—or rather, a Friga bullet disguised as a lipstick.

The bullet struck Lin Fenglong between the eyebrows, shattering his lipstick, and the powerful anesthetic drug quickly penetrated his body.

"Done!"

Zhou Minhao picked up the other person's sun hat from the ground and put it on Lin Fenglong. He then took out a mask to cover the lower half of the latter's face, while Lu Mingfei contributed a pair of sunglasses to cover the guy's eyes.

So Zhou Minhao carried Lin Fenglong on his back, with Lu Mingfei supporting him from behind, and they swaggered down the mountain.

On the way down the mountain, they encountered the same Korean man from before. Zhou Minhao said that he and Lu Mingfei found an elderly man suffering from heatstroke on the road, and they took him down to rest. The old man exclaimed that these young people were so kind.