Dragon Raja: The Divine Man Lu Mingfei

Chapter 105: Burial of Love? Di

The heavy conference room door was violently flung open, and everyone's eyes instantly turned to the doorway. But the next second, the intense light that flooded in from outside blinded them, making the candlelight on the table seem like fireflies vying with the sun in comparison.

Charlotte subconsciously raised her hand to shield her eyes from the glaring light, but a strange feeling welled up inside her—the only light in the conference room was the flickering candlelight, and everyone's eyes had long since adapted to the dim environment. It would indeed be uncomfortable to be suddenly exposed to the light from outside, but this was so bright that it was almost impossible to open her eyes, which seemed too abnormal no matter how you looked at it.

Then, peeking through her fingers, she saw several figures walking in from outside the door—or rather, four people carrying a replica of an ancient Chinese dragon carriage, backlit as they stepped into the dimly lit conference room.

As the group entered the house, Charlotte finally saw the source of the blinding light: behind the imperial carriage, two people were each holding a high-powered photography fill light, shining it directly towards the doorway, creating the almost blinding effect.

"You're turning a perfectly good meeting into a locked-room séance. The curtains are drawn tight, and you only have a few candles. Who's going to see that? People who don't know better will think you're having sex in there." A slightly mocking male voice came from the dragon carriage in the middle.

"Who are you! Do you know where you are?" Frost slammed his hand on the table and stood up abruptly. His golden eyes flashed instantly, and he locked onto the figure in the dragon carriage with the pressure of a high-ranking hybrid.

"What kind of third-rate villain's speech is this, a Kassel school board member giving away 10% off water bottles?" The male voice scoffed disdainfully, completely disregarding Frost, and turned to the two people holding up the fill lights behind him, ordering, "Go open the curtains, it's too dark to perform well."

The two men immediately put down the fill lights they were holding, rushed to the wall, and ripped open all the blackout curtains. The midday Mediterranean sun instantly flooded in, filling the dimly lit conference room, which was previously illuminated by candlelight.

The two returned to the dragon carriage and turned off the glaring spotlights. The school board members present finally saw the full appearance of the newcomers. The four boys carrying the dragon carriage were all dressed in the standard uniform of Kassel College, making them instantly recognizable as students. However, when they saw their specific appearances, the entire table of school board members felt a sense of darkness. The one carrying the carriage at the front was Caesar. His usually meticulously styled, dazzling golden hair, which was as bright as the sun, was now a frizzy afro. His once pure blonde hair was dyed in a riot of red, yellow, green, and blue. His face was covered with an absurdly thick layer of makeup, with crooked eyeliner and color blocks, clearly the work of a complete novice who had never touched makeup before.

On the other side of the dragon carriage, holding the armrest, was Chu Zihang. His usually neat black hair had been forcibly pulled into a hedgehog-like hairstyle with each strand standing up. His heavy makeup was exactly the same as Caesar's, and it was obvious that it was done by the same person.

The two who were temporarily pulled in to make up the numbers were Qi Lan from the freshman social club and Lancelot, the vice president of the Lionheart Club. Neither of them could escape the same fate, each sporting a brightly lit, flamboyant hairstyle and wearing the same heavy makeup.

The four of them were usually prominent figures in the academy, but now their appearances were completely different, yet they shared the same expression—their faces were all frozen, as if they wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into on the spot.

However, these four were nothing compared to the real heavyweight, who sat atop the dragon carriage at the back, radiating a suffocating aura of oppression. Thick, voluminous black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, its ends meticulously styled with eerie curls and layers, like blossoms blooming in the darkness.

Thorns. Thick bangs almost completely covered her eyebrows and eyes, revealing only a pair of deep, melancholy eyes with a cold, "lonely as snow" quality.

His makeup was exquisite yet exaggerated, with dark red eyeshadow applied to his pale skin. The corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, forming a half-smile that was both arrogant and mysterious. He wore a well-tailored black Gothic suit with a silver cross brooch on his lapel and layers of silver chains on his chest that made a crisp sound with his movements.

His hands were wrapped in matte black leather gloves, and his fingertips tapped out a rhythm, as if he were playing a silent "Piano Nocturne".

His entire look perfectly combines the rebelliousness of heavy metal punk with aristocratic elegance, exuding an indescribable imperial aura that inspires awe in all who see him.

Amidst the horrified, stunned, or speechless gazes of the people in the room, the four palanquin bearers stiffly and slowly lowered the dragon palanquin to the ground. The gothic-looking man in the middle stood up and stepped down, his arms outstretched, and spoke in a deliberately low voice: "I am Lu Mingfei, also known as Nongdi, and my title is Zang. You call me Zang Nongdi."

boom!

A loud bang shook the table and caused the cups and saucers to tremble. Everyone turned to look in the direction from which the sound came. The person who slammed the table was Frost.

He stared at the boy with the colorful afro and distorted makeup for a long time before his pupils contracted and he finally recognized him as Caesar, whom the Gattuso family had carefully groomed since childhood and regarded as their future heir.

The moment Frost saw his future emperor in this state, the string that had been taut for decades snapped. Anger surged from his spine to the top of his head, and he sprang up from his seat, his voice distorted with rage: "Caesar!"

Tell me what's going on!

Frost had always been very indulgent towards Caesar, even when the boy was prickly, openly defied him, and even blatantly showed his defiance towards the entire Gattuso family; he could always suppress his temper and tolerate it.

In his eyes, Caesar was still just a child who hadn't grown up. When he grew up, he would naturally lose his sharp edges, take over the burden of the family, and understand the mission engraved in his bones. He had lived most of his life and had never been so angry with this junior on whom he had placed such high hopes.

But today's scene completely shattered all his bottom lines. He could hardly believe his eyes that their future emperor, Gattuso, was dressed like a clown in a street circus, meekly carrying someone else's palanquin!

This wasn't just nonsense; it was trampling the face of the Gattuso family, which had been passed down for over a hundred years, into the mud! Frost's chest heaved violently, and his temples throbbed. If it weren't for the last shred of reason holding him back, he would have almost pulled out the gun from his pocket and shot Lu Mingfei, the instigator, on the spot.