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

"No, if you want to come along, you can, but why do you have to bring me along?"

Fingel looked at the two men in front of him with a gloomy face.

Caesar, puffing on a cigar and shirtless, his muscular chest rippled like water in the sea breeze. He grabbed a fishing rod and cast a graceful, one-handed cast! The hook flashed through the air with an elegant blue light before disappearing into the sea.

He and Chu Zihang made the last-minute decision to go fishing with Lu Mingfei. Chu Zihang said that it was impossible to master swordsmanship in a short time, so there was no need for them to rush. He worried that Lu Mingfei might encounter dangers if he went out to sea alone, so it was better to go together.

Caesar thought about it and realized it made sense. Learning from a Japanese swordsmanship master was nowhere near as effective as learning from Lu Mingfei. Those sword masters were, in essence, just ordinary people. If they were asked to take up a sword and fight against a god, they would probably back down.

"We are a team. In Japan, we rely on each other. We won't abandon you just because you're useless."

Caesar lifted the lid of the steamer next to him; the water inside was already boiling, and they were just waiting for the fish to bite so they could eat fresh fish.

"It's strange, really. Norma suddenly emailed me last night, saying that she had re-evaluated your performance at the academy. Considering that you are now representing the main campus, she asked Chu Zihang and me to keep a close eye on you, in case you make any unforgivable mistakes in Japan that could cause conflict between the main campus and the branch campus."

"What terrible mistake could I possibly make? Norma should worry more about the three of you than me!"

Fingel's eyes widened. "You and Chu Zihang got into a fight with the young master of the Japanese branch on your second day in Japan, and Boss Lu even joined the underworld! Compared to you, I'm as honest as a primary school student!"

"Elementary school students don't repeat grades for four years."

Chu Zihang wiped the long sword in his hand. In the end, Yuan Zhisheng still gave them the two ancient swords as a gift. However, Caesar was not interested in Japanese swords. He preferred his own hunting knife, so he gave it to him instead.

"It's just a metaphor!"

Fingel lay flat on the deck, gazing at the sky, and weakly retorted.

"Is Lu Jun also a student at Kassel College?"

Yuan Zhisheng leaned against the ship's railing. "The email from headquarters didn't mention your name, but Chu Zihang and Caesar are quite familiar with you. They said they were talking to you about a team. As far as I know, the Secret Party has never had the habit of forming alliances with others."

"I don't plan to join Kassel College for the time being; that place isn't really suitable for me."

Lu Mingfei shook his head, inexplicably thinking of Chu Zihang's father, the middle-aged man who drove his Maybach wildly across the overpass in the pouring rain.

Chu Zihang said that the man had lived in that city for many years and had managed to coax his mother into giving birth to him by being eloquent. In fact, Chu Zihang's mother didn't covet anything, but that man was too cowardly. He was so cowardly that he would fall to his death in the wind.

Chu Zihang knew nothing more. His last memory of the man was of that overpass. Looking back, he was shocked to realize that he actually knew nothing about the man. He only knew that the man was driving for someone else, and nothing else.

Unfortunately, everything in the Dream Eater is constructed based on the subject's consciousness, and the image of that man is also formed based on Chu Zihang's understanding.

Chu Zihang thought men were cowards, so he actually played the role of a decadent middle-aged man the whole way. Chu Zihang thought that men were as brave as gods when facing Odin, so he actually dared to drive his car and charge towards Odin.

"Would you mind coming to Japan to study, Mr. Lu?"

Genjiro's heart stirred slightly as he recalled what Tachibana Masamune had told him: "We won't restrict your life. You can attend any university in Japan, and the family will even give you a generous dividend every year. The only requirement is that you join the branch after you graduate."

Lu Mingfei did not answer immediately, but stared at Yuan Zhisheng expressionlessly, his fingers tapping lightly on the gunwale.

Yuan Zhisheng's eyes twitched, and a bad premonition suddenly arose in his heart.

Do you have any brothers?

Lu Mingfei asked.

Yuan Zhisheng was stunned, not understanding why Lu Mingfei would ask this question, but he still nodded:

"I do have a younger brother, but he's probably dead by now."

"How did he die?"

Lu Mingfei asked again.

Genjiro fell silent. What does how my brother died have to do with joining the Japanese branch?

He didn't believe that Lu Mingfei asked the question out of mere curiosity. The family's analysis department reviewed Lu Mingfei's experiences in Japan repeatedly and finally came to the conclusion that this person was very purposeful. When dealing with such a person, one must always be on high alert, as any lapse in concentration could become a sharp blade in his hand to stab you.

That's why Tachibana Masamune put him in charge of receiving guests, because he was worried that he might accidentally reveal his family's secrets when facing Lu Mingfei.

People like Caesar, Chu Zihang, and Fingel are not worth the family's concern. They all have their own weaknesses. Caesar's pride means he won't delve into the "whys." Chu Zihang is too stubborn; when necessary, just give him a direction and he'll figure it out on his own.

As for Fingel, he would jump off a cliff without hesitation if you put delicious food and beautiful women at the bottom.

But Lu Mingfei was too perfect, so perfect that they couldn't find any way to attack him.

Parents? I haven't seen them for over a decade.

Friends? Does someone like him really have any friends he cherishes?

spouse?

Yuan Zhisheng hesitated for a moment.

"You don't have to say it if you don't want to."

Lu Mingfei smiled, turned his head to look at Caesar's position. The young master's fish had finally taken the bait; the fishing rod was bent into a terrifying arc by the immense force. Caesar whistled as he reeled in the line.

"Caesar's brought out the fish. Looks like we're in for fish soup. You're a true Japanese, aren't you going to go over and help us identify what kind of fish it is?"

Yuan Zhisheng breathed a sigh of relief. Although Lu Mingfei's topic shifted somewhat strangely, he didn't want to delve into the issue any further and turned to Caesar.

Some sea fish are highly poisonous. The fish that a nobleman like Caesar has seen have probably been processed before being served. He doesn't want his people at headquarters to get poisoned because they can't distinguish fish from Japanese territory.

Lu Mingfei stood behind him without following him, only watching his back.

"Quick! Genjiro! Help me see what kind of fish I caught!"

Caesar shouted excitedly, and Fingel, with great insight, jumped up, grabbed the landing net, and climbed onto the mast to catch fish.

"This is a wild red sea bream."

Yuan Zhisheng poured the fish out of the net, frowning slightly. It was a beautiful silver-red red sea bream. Caesar was indeed very lucky, catching such a good fish on his first cast. But could you catch such a fish in a place like this?

"What are you looking at? That's what I pulled out. Caesar's fish is still down there, and it's huge!"

Fingel suddenly pulled Genjiro to the side of the mast. Caesar was still reeling in the line, his arm muscles bulging as he competed with the big fish in strength.

Genji was somewhat bewildered. Fingel's strength was astonishing, and he was completely unable to resist it. He could only be dragged to the side of the ship's mast.

The sky suddenly darkened, and deafening thunderclaps echoed as dark clouds rolled in. Genji felt a chill run down his spine and peered out at the sea.

The big fish that Caesar had caught had already been pulled out of the water. Its violent struggles had exhausted too much of its strength, and now it could only hang helplessly on the hook and be pulled up little by little.

Yuan Zhisheng instinctively reached out to pull the fish up, but the fish struggled the next moment. The thick seaweed was swept away by the strong wind, revealing the fish hanging on the hook.

Warm liquid dripped onto Yuan Zhisheng's face. He froze. The fishhook was not hooked with a fish, but with a naked boy, a long knife stuck in his chest, his face contorted.

"Brother, I've crawled out of hell..."

The boy said.

The next moment, the sky collapsed with a deafening roar.