Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei finds a Freylian

The moisture was constantly evaporating, taking away some of the heat. His hybrid physique allowed him to withstand higher temperatures than ordinary people, but even so, he was already drenched in sweat, his skin red from the intense heat.

He has to be quick; he can't hold on for much longer.

Chu Zihang finally found the stairs leading to the rooftop. It was a relatively secluded passage located on the side of the building, and it hadn't yet been completely engulfed by the flames. The stairs were made of metal and were scalding hot, but at least they were still passable.

Chu Zihang rushed up the stairs, taking three steps at a time. His heart was pounding, not from nervousness, but from exhaustion and the high temperature. Sweat streamed down his forehead, blurring his vision. He wiped his eyes with his damp sleeve and continued upwards.

Through the glass of the stairwell window, he could see the scene on the rooftop.

She stood there, flames shooting skyward behind her. Her body swayed, as if she might collapse at any moment. The wind and heatwave whipped her long hair and cheongsam, and her slender figure, illuminated by the firelight, resembled a candle about to burn out.

Chu Zihang increased his speed.

There are two more floors.

layer.

Chu Zihang rushed to the door leading to the rooftop. It was a heavy metal fire door, the glass of which had been cracked by the high temperature, but had not yet broken.

Through the glass, Chu Zihang could see that Zhen was not far from him, at most twenty meters. He just needed to push open the door, rush out, grab her, and then retreat. At his speed, it would only take him ten seconds at most.

Chu Zihang took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. He checked the door; it wasn't locked, just closed. He listened intently; there were no footsteps or breathing sounds outside, so there seemed to be no ambush.

But an instinctive sense of vigilance made him hesitate for a second.

It really won't last long.

This thought overwhelmed everything. Chu Zihang reached out and grasped the doorknob.

The doorknob was frighteningly hot, its metal surface at least seventy or eighty degrees Celsius. Chu Zihang's palm instantly blistered, but he didn't let go. He pulled hard.

"Whoosh!"

A large barrel of gasoline was poured over them!

Chu Zihang didn't even realize what was happening. Cold, pungent liquid was poured over his head, instantly soaking his hair, clothes, and skin. Gasoline splashed into his eyes, causing a stinging pain and blurring his vision.

Then, he saw it.

Above the door was a metal barrel. At the bottom of the barrel was a simple mechanism; when the door was opened, the mechanism was triggered, the barrel tilted, and gasoline poured out.

trap.

Chu Zihang's brain understood everything in an instant. But it was too late for him to react.

The next moment, a burning match was thrown out from behind the door.

"boom!"

The flames burst into flames in an instant.

Gasoline is an excellent fuel, igniting instantly upon contact with fire. Chu Zihang was transformed into a fireball. Flames engulfed his hair, clothes, and skin, emitting a terrifying sizzling sound. The intense heat and excruciating pain felt like thousands of needles piercing his body simultaneously, and his consciousness went blank for a moment.

Losing his balance, Chu Zihang tumbled down the stairs.

The flames spread as he rolled, igniting the debris on the stairs. The fire quickly expanded, turning the entire staircase into a channel of flames.

Chu Zihang tumbled all the way to the corner of the stairs, only stopping when he crashed into the wall. He tried to stand up, but his legs were too weak to support him due to the excruciating pain. He tried to take off his burning clothes, but the gasoline-soaked fabric clung tightly to his body, tearing at it along with his skin and flesh.

There wasn't a single fire extinguisher in sight.

He rolled on the ground, trying to extinguish the flames. But the flames of burning gasoline were not so easy to put out. The flames leaped and spread over his body, scorching his skin black.

He was too weak to climb up to the rooftop.

real……

Chu Zihang's consciousness began to fade. The excruciating pain, the intense heat, and the lack of oxygen were rapidly robbing him of his life force. His last thought was of the girl standing on the rooftop, shivering in the flames.

I am sorry.

I failed.

On the rooftop, flames suddenly surged upwards.

The wind fanned the flames, and with the gasoline fueling the fire, the flames shot up more than ten meters high, turning the entire rooftop into a sea of ​​fire. The heat forced me to take a few steps back, almost causing me to fall off the edge of the rooftop.

On top of the truck, the monkey-faced man jumped up, slapping his behind. He pointed at Caesar and burst into maniacal laughter.

"Hahahaha! Fools! I saw through your little tricks long ago!" The monkey-faced man's voice was sharp and piercing in the rainy night. "Now your friends have become my firewood! Burn! Burn! Burn brightly!"

Lu Mingfei's face turned deathly pale instantly.

He understood what the monkey-faced man said. Chu Zihang had failed? Had he been burned to death?

Caesar's pupils contracted to the size of pinpoints. His fingers gripped the steering wheel tightly, his nails almost digging into the leather.

"What do we do now, Mr. Gattuso?" the monkey-faced man said smugly. "Your friend is dead, and your woman is going to die too. Do you still want to struggle? Or are you going to keep watching and see her burned alive?"

Chapter 546 Jump down, I'll catch you!

She was teetering on the rooftop, swaying precariously. The extreme heat and low oxygen levels had left her extremely weak, and her consciousness was beginning to fade. She looked down at the street, at the fiery red Viper, and at the blond man inside.

The thought that she was going to die came clearly into her mind.

But strangely, she didn't feel much fear. Perhaps it was because she had already exhausted her fear reserves, or perhaps it was because she saw him.

Cesare Gattuso, the man who said he would take her to read.

Zhen suddenly laughed. The scene, illuminated by the flames, was breathtakingly beautiful.

She opened her arms wide, like a bird about to take flight.

"No!" Lu Mingfei cried out in a choked voice.

But it was too late.

Caesar abruptly pushed open the car door.

"Get down!" he yelled at Lu Mingfei. "You bring the firepower to suppress them!"

Lu Mingfei was stunned for a moment, but Caesar had already grabbed him by the collar and shoved him out of the car. Lu Mingfei rolled around in the rain a few times, getting covered in mud. He got up and saw that Caesar had already gotten back into the driver's seat.

"Boss, you—"

"Go do what you're supposed to do!" Caesar said without turning his head. "I've come to save her!"

Before he finished speaking, Caesar pressed the red button on the center console.

The last of the nitrous oxide in the cylinder rushed into the cylinder. The Viper's engine roared deafeningly, a sound less like mechanical hum and more like the howl of a wild beast.

floor the accelerator.

As the Viper accelerated wildly, its front end lifted, resembling a live snake pouncing on its prey. Caesar drove this battered sports car straight into the Red Guard's formation!

A distance of 100 meters can be covered in just a few seconds with full acceleration.

The biker gang finally reacted. They all raised their shotguns, pointing them at the oncoming red sports car. More than a hundred short-barreled shotguns, their muzzles gleaming coldly in the rain.

As soon as the vehicle comes within 20 meters of firing range, they will open fire simultaneously. Hundreds of buckshot rounds will turn the vehicle into a sieve and the people inside into mincemeat.

But that was without Lu Mingfei.

Lu Mingfei lay down in the rain and raised his MP7 submachine gun.

Rain lashed his face, blurring his vision. His fingers trembled slightly from the cold and tension. But he forced himself to calm down, forcing himself to recall every detail from the training grounds at Kassel College.

Aim, breathe, control.

He is Ricardo M. Lu. He is the rookie king who defeated two of the top undergraduates on his very first day at the university. He is an S-rank student. He possesses the Word of Power: Time Zero.

His greatest skill is long-range sniping.

Although I'm holding a submachine gun, not a sniper rifle. Although the distance is only 100 meters, not several hundred. Although the target is moving, not a stationary target.

But he can do it, he must do it.

Lu Mingfei closed his eyes.

The realm of time zero quietly unfolded.

The world seemed to slow down. Raindrops drifted gently through the air, each drop's trajectory clearly visible. The biker gang members' gun-raising movements slowed to a crawl, their fingers slowly pulling the triggers. Caesar's Viper moved forward in slow motion, its wheels crunching through puddles, the splashes freezing in mid-air.

Lu Mingfei opened his eyes, and his pupils turned a pale gold.

aim.

On the left wing, in the front row, three biker gang members were about to raise their hunting rifles.

Pull the trigger.

"Da! Da! Da!"

Three bursts. In the realm of time zero, the bullets' trajectories resembled lines drawn by a paintbrush in the air. Lu Mingfei could see the bullets spinning as they flew from the muzzle, through the rain, and accurately hit their targets.

The first bullet struck the barrel of the first shotgun; the metal clashed, sparks flew. The barrel was knocked off course, and the bullet shot into the sky.

The second bullet struck the trigger guard of the second shotgun, and the force of the impact caused the gun to fly out of the hand.

The third bullet struck the bolt of the third shotgun, jamming the firing mechanism.

Time resumes flow rate.

The three bikers simultaneously felt a jolt in their hands; their shotguns either slipped from their grasp, missed their mark, or jammed. They were stunned, not knowing what had happened.

Lu Mingfei did not stop.

Fingers repeatedly pulled the trigger. It was supposed to be a burst, but the gunfire was incessant, almost indistinguishable from a continuous barrage. On the left, in the Crane Wing, the bikers holding guns saw sparks flash before their eyes, and their shotguns lost their aim.

This was Lu Mingfei's most perfect performance to date. He fired seven or eight shots in quick succession, each bullet hitting the hunting rifle in the hands of the biker gang. He wasn't shooting people, he was shooting at guns. He was taking away their weapons, taking away their threat.

He was, after all, an elite member of the undergraduate program at Kassel College. Compared to these biker gangs, he had received the most professional training, possessed the highest-ranking bloodline, and had the most terrifying power of words.

Tell that monkey-faced man to ignore this S-class elite!

The monkey-faced man finally noticed Lu Mingfei. He looked at the figure lying in the rain, at the MP7 that was constantly spitting fire, and for the first time, a look of shock appeared in his eyes.

“S-rank,” the monkey-faced man murmured. “That lord was right, you are the most dangerous one.”

But it was too late.

Because Caesar had already charged to the front lines.

Twenty meters.

Fifteen meters.