Dragon Raja: Oh no! Lu Mingfei has been diagnosed with depression!

"Has the academy's funding fallen to this level?"

Caesar looked painfully at the crowded cabin in front of him. Passengers walked side by side through the aisle, and luggage of all sizes compressed the already cramped space to its limit.

"Excuse me, could you please let me pass?"

One passenger, whose path was blocked, tentatively whispered.

Caesar's muscular physique was so imposing that he didn't want to bother the melancholy young nobleman if he could, but the man's mere presence almost blocked the entire passageway!

Although Caesar wanted to turn around and leave, Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang were still standing behind him. These two taciturn killers did not complain even when they took the shuttle bus to such a remote place to board the plane, and they kept their backs straight the whole way.

Leaving at this point would inevitably be seen as desertion, so he stepped aside to make way for the passengers, and sincerely apologized with a smile:

"I'm so sorry to have taken up your time."

This is the demeanor of a noble young man. Whether the person making the request is a princess from a certain country or just a commoner, you must treat them all equally. As long as the request is reasonable, you must grant it. Only in this way can you show your class.

The passenger's eyes twitched. When the other person turned to the side, his muscular chest muscles were almost touching his face, which were clearly visible under his white shirt. A huge sense of horror spread from the soles of his feet.

"Thank you so much!"

The passenger bowed deeply to Caesar, thanked him, and then hurriedly fled with his suitcase, his face showing an expression as if he had seen some terrifying monster.

Caesar's smile cracked slightly.

"Professor Guderian said that we went to the Japanese branch as exchange students, and that place has been rather unsettled lately, so he hoped that we could keep a low profile."

Chu Zihang explained, took Lu Mingfei's luggage, glanced at the seat numbers, and walked past Caesar, who was still feeling down, to find the three of them in the economy class.

"I've already been low-key enough by not chartering a plane."

Caesar shrugged and continued walking forward with Chu Zihang; he had no other choice now.

Guderian booked their plane tickets, arguing that they were exchange students sent from headquarters to the Japanese branch, and that they would be no different from freshmen there. He said that if they made too much of a show, it would make things difficult for the branch staff, so he decisively rejected Caesar's request to charter a plane and booked economy class seats for them instead.

Does the Kassel Institute have branches in many countries?

Lu Mingfei asked, to his left sat Chu Zihang, who exuded a cold aura from head to toe, and to his right sat Caesar, who seemed awesome from head to toe. These two guys squeezed him in the middle like bodyguards.

"Most countries have branches. The branches are generally only responsible for monitoring whether there are any traces of dragon activity within their area, and then reporting to headquarters, which will then send specialists to verify."

Chu Zihang thought for a while, "At the same time, they also provide logistics for the specialists' missions, but I usually don't need to use them, so I don't know how efficient their logistics are."

Chu Zihang's analysis was quite objective, and Caesar's eyes practically rolled to the sky.

Caesar had heard of this guy's exploits. It was said that the complaints from the branch had piled up on the principal's desk. The branch members accused him of being maverick during missions, calling Chu Zihang a "one-man demolition team," not giving them any chance to participate, and then leaving them to deal with a pile of ruins after the mission was over.

"It has penetrated deeper than I imagined."

Lu Mingfei nodded.

Caesar and Chu Zihang were already used to Lu Mingfei's choice of words. So be it, infiltration is better than manipulation or domination.

The atmosphere among the trio cooled down again. Caesar's gaze swept back and forth between his two partners, and he suddenly felt isolated.

These two guys sat ramrod straight, even the folds of their clothes exuded a certain rigidity, like righteous characters in a novel who took it upon themselves to save the world, shouldering the great affairs of the entire world.

Caesar felt out of place with these two people, as if he were sitting next to two blocks of steel.

Oh my god! Even your expressions are exactly the same. Are you two really not half-brothers?

Caesar pondered this with great interest.

But the next moment a dark shadow flashed past his eyes, and before Caesar could react, he was grabbed tightly by someone. It was a burly but slovenly man whose clothes were covered in oil stains.

While excitedly embracing him warmly, the other person quietly wiped the stains from their hands onto his bespoke suit.

Caesar's face contorted as he smelled a stench resembling fermented fat, a stench with an indescribable mix of sweet, sour, bitter, and spicy notes.

He tried to pull the man off him, but the man held on tighter and tighter, shoving his tangled hair into his nostrils. Caught off guard, he inhaled the pungent stench and his stomach churned.

Damn it! There's poison in my hair!

Startled, Caesar didn't hold back, forcefully throwing the man to the ground and lunging at him to lock his hands in a lock:

Give me the antidote!

The sudden turn of events startled Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang, who had been resting with their eyes closed. The two exchanged a glance, jumped up from their seats, and together pinned the man down.

"What antidote?"

The man was dumbfounded. His heart pounded wildly as he looked at the three handsome faces, but it wasn't a feeling of being moved; rather, he was so frightened that his heart felt like it was about to jump out of his chest!

Lu Mingfei frowned, took out a pen from his pocket, removed the cap, and pressed the nib against the man's artery. Seeing that he had the man under control, Chu Zihang let go and searched the man's pocket.

They also heard what Caesar had just said: the most urgent task was to find the antidote.

The man stared blankly as these three burly men, devoid of any tenderness, wantonly ravaged him. Finally, he snapped out of his daze and shouted:

"Don't hit me! Don't hit me! I'm one of us! One of us! Can't you hear me... Chu Zihang, stop touching me!"

Caesar and Chu Zihang were both stunned for a moment, and subconsciously let go of each other's hands.

Lu Mingfei glanced at them sideways, hesitated for a few seconds, and then put away the sharp weapon in his hand.

"Who are you?"

Looking at this oddball, Chu Zihang couldn't remember where he had met this person.

"Fingal! It's me, Fingal!"

Fingel sat on the ground, looking utterly hopeless, glaring at the three men.

"I'm going to sue you! I'm going to sue the principal! I'm going to sue the board of directors!"

"The Gattuso family has seats on the school board; you can tell me that too."

Caesar instinctively said that he assured him it was truly just a subconscious thought and he had absolutely no intention of settling a personal score!

Fingel was stunned, and pointed a trembling finger at Caesar.