Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei's Bullet Screen Wish Machine

Just then, a deep engine sound suddenly came from deep within the rain.

The engine sound was completely different from that of an ordinary sedan; it was rough and domineering, like an angry bull panting heavily as it charged towards us.

The aunt was engrossed in her story and didn't notice the commotion behind her. She was standing two steps away from the gatehouse, facing Lu Mingfei with her back to the community gate and next to a flower bed.

The roar of the V8 engine mingled with the sound of rain, the tires splashing through the puddles, and two beams of white xenon headlights pierced the rain curtain, illuminating the plump, distorted silhouette of a middle-aged woman.

The aunt instinctively turned around, and in a daze, she seemed to see a large truck heading straight for her!

"Oh my god!"

The aunt screamed, her body almost bouncing up as she tumbled and scrambled into the flower bed.

"laugh--"

The screech of the car's brakes and the gasps of the elderly people in the guardhouse rang out at the same time, and a huge vehicle came to a steady stop just centimeters from the edge of the flower bed.

The aunt scrambled to her feet from the flowerbed, only to discover that what was hurtling towards her wasn't a lucky car, but an outrageously large SUV. The driver's side window rolled down, and a young woman gave Lu Mingfei a "mission accomplished" gesture.

With a soft click, the passenger door opened, and a secretary in an office lady uniform and leather shoes jumped out of the car.

Zero held a long, black umbrella in her hand, her blonde hair tied in a ponytail. She didn't look like a secretary, but rather like a secret agent who had stumbled into this dilapidated neighborhood on a rainy night.

She walked briskly to Lu Mingfei's side, folded her umbrella, and squeezed under his.

Shao Nanyin and Ling were not the only ones who arrived at the scene. As soon as the door of the Escalade opened, before the people in the back seat even showed up, a machete was already thrust out.

Immediately afterwards, a dozen or so burly men dressed in matching black short-sleeved shirts filed out, carrying gleaming long knives, their faces grim and menacing. They stood in two neat rows in front of the Cadillac Escalade.

Even the elderly folks who have lived most of their lives and seen all sorts of things can't help but feel a deep respect when they see these heroes carrying knives but no umbrellas on a rainy night.

Then, the group of people moved in unison, bowed slightly, and lowered their heads in Lu Mingfei's direction.

"Mr. Lu."

A dozen or so heroes spoke at once, their loud voices drowning out the sound of the rain and the murmurs of conversation.

Lu Mingfei almost lost his composure. Although he had told Secretary Ling to bring some people to support him, wasn't this whole "dragon king returning to his throne" act a bit...

Of course, neither Miss Ling's arrangements nor the brothers' efforts should be wasted, so Lu Mingfei nodded calmly and hummed in agreement.

The guard room was deathly silent. After a moment, someone suddenly pressed the remote control, and Bao Gong on the TV came to life again, reciting his lines, "Court is in session," and Wang Chao, Ma Han, Zhang Long, and Zhao Hu appeared side by side, escorting Chen Shimei to the main hall.

The elderly men and women hurriedly returned to their seats.

"Drama is great, you have to listen to drama..."

"Yes, yes, come on, everyone, let's listen to the opera, let's listen to the opera."

"Um, could we go back a little? I missed something earlier."

"..."

"...Mingfei is a good kid."

Suddenly someone said.

"Yes, Mingfei is a good kid!"

Someone shouted, "He helped me carry rice just two days ago!"

"It's all his aunt's fault."

"Sigh, Mingfei has suffered so much..."

Outside the gatehouse, the rear door of the Escalade was then pushed open, and an elderly man with gray hair, wearing a dark blue long gown, emerged.

He held a yellow oil-paper umbrella in one hand and walked steadily to his aunt.

"Who...who are you?!"

My aunt instinctively took a few steps back.

Zhou the accountant's eyelids drooped down:

"My surname is Zhou. I am the accountant in Mr. Lu's company. I know a little about law and a little about accounting... I am here today to help our boss, Mr. Lu, clear up his messy accounts."

Just as the aunt was about to speak, Accountant Zhou flicked his sleeve and pointed to a figure not far away—

"Lu Gucheng, come out!"

No one expected that this dignified old man would first target Lu Mingfei's uncle.

Lu Gucheng hid under the eaves, his body trembled, but he didn't move.

He glanced at his aunt, then quickly looked away, as if waiting for someone to give him instructions.

Looking at his demeanor, Accountant Zhou suddenly laughed.

I was so angry.

Before arriving, Accountant Zhou received a message from his employer, saying that he had an extremely timid uncle who was excessively afraid of his wife, and hoped that Mr. Zhou could give him some talk therapy.

Zhou the accountant was unaware that several of Lu Mingfei's comments on the screen were related to peeling off his uncle's tortoise shell, and he didn't think the task was very difficult... until he met Lu Gucheng in person.

How pathetic, how pitiful, how hateful!

"Lu Gucheng, you have to worry about your wife's attitude just to move house?"

Accountant Zhou was so angry he laughed:

"Fine, fine, fine, you just lie there and listen... I want to see just how thick-skinned you really are!"

He folded the oil-paper umbrella and slammed it to the ground. The tip of the umbrella made a dull thud on the cement floor, which inexplicably reminded people of the yamen runners shouting their authority before court sessions in ancient times.

Zhou, the accountant, stood ramrod straight in the rain, his voice booming:

"Lu Gucheng! I've lived for over seventy years and seen cowards, but I've never seen anyone as utterly cowardly as you!"

Your wife is throwing a tantrum outside, distorting the truth, and spewing nonsense, and you just cower under the eaves watching?! Where are your hands? Where is your mouth? Where is your backbone?

Lu Gucheng's lips moved slightly, but no sound came out. He wanted to take another look at his aunt, but as soon as he raised his head, he met the sharp gaze of Accountant Zhou.

"You don't need to look at other people."

Accountant Zhou took a step forward, his voice cold:

"You don't need to worry about your wife's attitude. I'll just ask you one question today."

"Are you a man or a bastard?"

The room fell silent, and even the elderly people in the guardhouse shrank back.

"I, I..."

Lu Gucheng hesitated, wanting to answer.

"Your own nephew was fostered in your home for a full five years. The money his parents sent was enough for your whole family to live a life of luxury, but what kind of life did he lead in your home?!"

Accountant Zhou's words were absolutely piercing:

"Your son gets whatever snacks he wants, but he has to earn the money to buy himself a bottle of nutritional drink; your son wears designer clothes, but his jacket is worn out from washing; your son attends every extracurricular class and summer camp without fail, but your wife thinks sending him to school is a waste of money! Lu Gucheng, do you know all of these things?!"

Lu Gucheng's face turned pale and then red. He wanted to explain something, but his throat felt blocked, and he couldn't make a sound.

"Speak louder!"

Zhou the accountant suddenly raised his voice, and the tip of his umbrella slammed heavily on the ground:

"Lu Gucheng, do you dare to admit it?!"