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

Caesar squatted by the roadside, smoking a cigar with a melancholy air, exhaling wisps of white smoke. The entire overpass was so quiet that only the sound of his own heartbeat could be heard.

The silence made him uneasy; he felt as if someone was watching him from the shadows.

He got up and looked around. In the darkness, only the headlights of the Maybach were still on, and the gray road ended in darkness.

There wasn't a soul in sight on the overpass, and he couldn't understand where that faint feeling of being watched came from.

Caesar hesitated for a few seconds, glanced at the two men still standing in the middle of the road gazing at each other affectionately, stubbed out his half-smoked cigar, got into the Maybach, and turned on the radio.

"Special Announcement! The weather station has issued an emergency notice: a severe rainstorm is expected tonight. Residents are urged to close all doors and windows and avoid going outside! Tourists who are outside should stay away from dangerous areas such as the coast, mountainsides, and overpasses, and please follow instructions to evacuate to safe locations in a timely manner!"

The announcer's urgent voice blared from the radio, leaving Caesar speechless:

"Damn it! They've already called for 'following orders' and 'evacuating to safer areas,' how heavy will the rain be tonight?!"

Caesar, somewhat skeptical, continued fiddling with the radio, trying to find a channel that played music. But after trying several channels, the announcer kept repeating the same sentence.

A tremendous sense of dread exploded in his heart. Voices, both male and female, mature and youthful, rang in his ears, all saying that a massive storm was coming tonight, that it was too dangerous to stay on the overpass, and that he should go home and follow instructions.

Caesar sensed something was wrong, but it was clear that the guy behind it all didn't know what kind of person he was; he was never the kind of child who would listen to reason.

The Gattuso family says his rebellious streak lasted until he was twenty, and at this rate, it might continue until he's thirty. They're worried about what to do to get this heir to grow up.

Faced with the old men's sermons, Caesar would often mercilessly ridicule them, saying, "You would be even more disappointed if I were really that kind of obedient man, wouldn't you? If you just want an obedient heir, I can prick all the pockets of my stallion father's clothes with needles while he's taking a bath. Maybe next year there will be dozens of women holding their children standing at the Gattuso family's door waiting to be recognized as his ancestors."

The old folks were speechless, forced to watch helplessly as Caesar drove off in his sports car, leaving them behind to inhale the exhaust fumes. In the end, Caesar even had his secretary send a text message thanking them for their contribution to purifying the air.

Caesar was that kind of person; he didn't need anyone to tell him what kind of person he wanted to become.

Those voices kept telling him to leave, but he refused to leave!

He was silent for a few seconds, then turned off the engine, switched off the radio, and dimmed all the lights in the car. But the voice still lingered in the air, like a wild ghost tirelessly broadcasting the devastating storm.

At that moment, the world suddenly went from absolute silence to a massive uproar, as if hundreds or thousands of people were standing outside the Maybach shouting at him.

The Kamaitachi's domain unfolded silently, and Caesar pulled out a cardboard box from the back row, from which he drew a watermelon knife still coated with oil.

He got out of the car with a knife in one hand, looked up at the night sky, and the leaden clouds turned black in a few minutes. A silver snake exploded in the center of the clouds, scattering into branching lightning.

Caesar walked against the wind to Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang's side, looking around warily. It was pitch black all around, and the headlights of the Maybach were off. In the darkness, he raised the watermelon knife in his hand, the blade drawing a perfect circle in the air.

"I don't care what you are, if you want me to leave, get the hearse up here first!"

Caesar said coldly that he wasn't sure if the guys playing these tricks in secret could hear him, but he wasn't the kind of person who would swallow his pride and suffer in silence. If someone wronged him, he would repay them a hundredfold or a thousandfold.

"Get out here!"

But no one answered him in the darkness. Caesar gripped the hilt of his sword tightly. He didn't believe in ghosts or gods; he only believed in the sword in his hand.

A few minutes later, the funny announcements finally stopped, and a heavy sigh filled the air. Caesar's heart jumped, not because of the sigh, but because a hand was placed on his shoulder!

Without a second thought, he turned and swung his knife. The watermelon knife became fierce and powerful in his hand, moving so fast that the blade was almost invisible. The blade light, carrying immense killing intent, flashed in the darkness.

But the next moment, a clear cracking sound rang out in the gale.

"...Sorry, I was a bit stressed and accidentally broke your knife."

Lu Mingfei stared at the broken sword in his hand for a moment, hesitated for a few seconds, then handed the broken blade to Caesar, adding:

"I will make it up to you."

Caesar stared silently at the broken knife in his hand, then looked up at Lu Mingfei, feeling as if he had encountered something even stranger than before:

"Was this also made by the Kamaitachi?"

"Can't you?"

Lu Mingfei nodded. "Actually, I've always thought Kamaitachi is quite powerful. You can explore its potential."

Caesar hesitated, wanting to say that his Kamaitachi was quite different from his own, but after thinking about it, he realized he had already repeated this phrase many times today, so he could only swallow his words.

He felt that he could add another principle to his life: never try to understand Lu Mingfei with your limited knowledge!

This guy is absolutely bizarre! If there really were a god in this world, wouldn't he have to question his own worldview if he met Lu Mingfei?

"You've been staring at each other for so long, have you gotten anything out of it?"

Caesar turned his head to look at Chu Zihang.

Chu Zihang remained silent for a long time, then slowly shook his head:

"I didn't gain much, I just got a little carsick."

"You get carsick?"

Caesar was taken aback, after all, he had just driven that Maybach like a race car, but Chu Zihang remained as steady as a rock in his seat, showing no signs of motion sickness whatsoever.

Chu Zihang's face was grim, clearly not wanting to recall the incident any further. No one would be in a good mood seeing their companion's head bobbing around in front of them.

Lu Mingfei's driving style was clearly even crazier than Caesar's. In the dream, Lu Mingfei treated the car like a cannonball with a driver's seat, determined to cripple Odin's Pegasus.

But halfway there they overturned, and a screen made entirely of air stretched across their path. The Maybach shattered into pieces the moment it hit it.

Then Chu Zihang understood why Lu Mingfei had left the monsters' spines in the car.

Lu Mingfei expressionlessly picked up a sharp spine from the back seat and cleanly slit his own throat, the action so practiced it seemed he had done it hundreds or thousands of times.

He watched helplessly as Lu Mingfei's head slumped in front of him. Even Chu Zihang, who was used to seeing bloody scenes, couldn't help but shudder at the sight.

madman!

This was the first time Chu Zihang had used this word to describe a person.