Dragon Tribe: Still Thinking Until Now

Lu Mingze asked Lu Mingfei to make a choice, but there was nothing to choose. The Far North was there and would not disappear out of thin air. However, this riot was clearly aimed at the King of Earth and Mountains, and Lu Mingfei had no reason not to participate.

This seemed to be exactly what the god hiding behind the rainstorm wanted to see. He did not even try to stop Lu Mingfei from leaving the city.

But it doesn’t matter. Compared to my junior sister, this world is nothing.

The author responded positively to the question of the heroine selection

First of all, it’s not a single female lead.

Secondly, don’t speculate in stocks.

Again, I think this is a pure love harem story, and the beginning of each relationship is completely unobtrusive. Students who have read my book should have confidence in my ability to write love scenes.

Then, Xia Mi, Eri, and Nono will all have stories with Xiaolu, but these stories may diverge on the timeline. As for Su Xiaoqiang and other high school classmates, they will rarely be involved, but it is not necessarily that there is no involvement. If I want to write about Su Xiaoqiang, I will write that Norton's egg is in her body. The state of that egg is like Constantine now, with only strength but no power.

Finally, I wrote a story that didn't put all the love into the little mute, and my favorite female character in Dragon Clan is Eri. So I apologize to my past self, to the me who opened this book.

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Chapter 135 Angers

At Tianjin Binhai International Airport, a rainstorm suddenly came. The crackling raindrops splashed on the blue glass dome, and huge water splashes were made. Purple and white lightning flashed across the dark sky without warning, easily tearing through the high-wall-like rain curtain and illuminating this large coastal airport palely.

The rain came out of nowhere, and it seemed a little strange even in May.

Just one hour and thirty-two minutes ago, the real-time weather forecast system from the capital sent the airport the weather conditions for the next 48 hours. The weather was very suitable for flights to take off, and no obvious rain clouds were seen gathering in the troposphere. The expert group was already considering whether there was a problem with the weather satellite and was preparing to call in satellites from neighboring provinces and cities to re-forecast the city's weather.

But only Lu Mingfei knew that the rain was coming for him, like a demon chasing after someone who had returned from hell, with almost endless malice that was completely undisguised. He was probably considered someone who had entered Odin's Nibelung, so he always carried a sign that could help the god king, the mortal enemy of the black dragon in Norse mythology, find him.

Odin's Nibelung uses rain as a medium and can descend on almost any corner of the world. The little devil said that the power of Odin and Kungunir is not at its peak, and the gods cannot ensure that they can kill their prey, so unless the bottom line is touched, Odin will not attack Lu Mingfei again.

Evidence from all sides indicates that Lu Mingfei's pursuit of the Far North has touched Odin's bottom line. When he showed up at the Oslo branch, and even when he was about to board the nuclear-powered icebreaker named YAMAL, the god who had always hidden himself behind the scenes finally couldn't bear it anymore.

The information about the awakening of the King of Earth and Mountain was undoubtedly related to Odin. Lu Mingfei remembered that in the previous time and space, the Hunter website would have released this bounty about half a year later, but this time it was several months earlier.

There are not many things in this world that can force Lu Mingfei, who is gradually approaching the truth and the ultimate secrets of the world, to leave Oslo, but the revival of the King of the Earth and Mountains is definitely one of them.

Only the king can see through the king. The throne of the king of earth and mountains is being spied on. Ordinary gods or conspirators cannot do this. The one who dares to spy on the throne must be another supreme being who is no less powerful than the king of earth and mountains.

Apart from Odin, Lu Mingfei really couldn't think of any other possibility.

The passengers on the plane were not in high spirits. The style of the Hermes flight followed that of the Secret Party. This Boeing 747 was by no means comfortable and was even quite bumpy. The German woman in the front row, who even Caesar felt was dangerous, seemed to be a little airsick and had vomited three times. Now that the plane was about to land, she was leaning against the window with a look of despair on her face.

The waiting passengers at Terminal T1 were crowded in the waiting hall and making a lot of noise. The airport managers were busy and exhausted. The air was filled with the buzz of hundreds of people talking in low voices and the almost uninterrupted sound of heavy rain.

The smell of instant noodles, perfume and leather mixed together, the air conditioner was blowing out a cold current that made people shiver, mothers whispered to comfort their sleepy children, boys sat on hard benches, and girls in plaid skirts leaned on their boyfriends' shoulders. This rain seemed to last for a long time. These two days were the end of the May Day holiday and the airport was full. Passengers who had already entered the terminal just wanted to get on the plane and leave the city quickly. People who did not enter the airport before the rainstorm were turned away. This closed space was filled with anxiety.

At this time, some people were surprised to hear a sound like thunder exploding in their ears. Their eardrums were aching. The children were awakened and cried. Some people began to curse. A little Bavarian boy and his mother were lost and were squatting in the corner sobbing.

The airport ground staff lady who was coming over to help from a distance was entangled by a Scottish aunt. The aunt had a heavy accent with a strong smell of potatoes. The ground staff lady could not understand it very well and her forehead was sweating with anxiety.

The crying of the child probably made the already somewhat irritable man next to him even more uneasy. His face was dark red and he reeked of alcohol. The rainstorm came too suddenly and there were loopholes in the airport's security system, allowing a drunk to sneak in.

"Will you just be quiet!" The man cursed and pushed the child. Although his hands were still somewhat restrained, the Bavarian boy was still frightened and cried even louder.

Alcohol will not make people lose consciousness, but it will magnify people's evil thoughts. The drunk man stood up suddenly, as if he was going to give the disobedient boy a hard slap in the face, but his raised right hand was grasped by another hand with well-defined joints at the wrist.

The black falcons stumbled in their rush to return to their nests in the rainstorm, and their anxious figures were reflected on the edge of the huge glass dome. The endless rainstorm dragged the brave birds to the ground, while they flapped their wings hard and flew high.

The lightning that flashed across the sky cast the shadows of these soaring predators into that corner. The drunk man suddenly sobered up a little. His wrist hurt so much that it almost broke. His eyes suddenly became bloodshot and blurred. He just saw, as if by illusion, two golden spots like the eyes of an evil spirit flickering and dimming on the face of the figure in front of him.

The person holding that hand was actually a very tall old man with a head full of silver hair, but he was still wearing a Florentine suit and leather shoes that might have been hand-made in an old tailor shop on the streets of Paris.

The old man had a gentle smile on his face, let go of the man's hand, handed him a cup of iced black tea, and patted his shoulder. "It's not something to be proud of to hit a child, sir, you've had too much to drink."

The man suddenly staggered. The old man just patted his shoulder, and he felt that his bones were about to break, and he could hardly hold the tea in his hand. But the coldness from the glass cup still slightly dispelled the man's irritability. He realized that he almost made a mistake, and his face was already red, and now it became even uglier.

The old man leaned over to touch the boy's head and found a handful of mints in old-fashioned packaging from his jacket pocket. "Don't cry, kid. How can you shed tears over something so insignificant?" His voice was like the soft and gentle merino wool, but it also sounded like an admonition, with the spiciness of Scotch whisky.

The mother who finally found her child almost cried for joy, but she was attracted by the old man. Although he seemed to be over a hundred years old, he was still handsome and beautiful, reminding people of the gurgling stream flowing under the Alps, quiet and desirable.

"Excuse me, you, you..." The mother holding the boy wanted to ask the old man's name, but felt it was a bit abrupt, so she stuttered. The old man waved his hand, "As you can see, ma'am, I am an educator, and my friends call me Angers."

The roar was getting closer and closer, like a huge wave coming directly from the sky. Exclamations and shouts spread throughout the hall, and everyone looked in the same direction.

A sky blue Boeing 1 actually landed on the runway outside Terminal T747!

The captain and the commander who allowed him to land were both crazy! Even the most famous ace pilot would never want to force a landing in this weather. The risk factor is too high, and the grip from the friction of the ground may not be able to stop the high-speed plane safely.

The bright lights stung the eyes of the people who were looking at the plane. The Boeing 747 suddenly turned on all the lighting systems on the fuselage. For a moment, it was like a sun that broke through the rain curtain and descended in front of everyone.

When everyone regained their sight, they were surprised to find that the plane had actually stopped at the end of the runway, but the engine seemed to still be roaring. An elevator had been pushed to the side exit of the plane, and dozens of men holding black umbrellas stood silently on both sides of the elevator. The sharp-eyed guys could see that they were all foreigners.

At the same time, hurried footsteps sounded in the hall.

Men in black suits squeezed through the crowd. Each of them had a serious look on their faces, but they were polite to everyone. People just thought they were the security guards of some important person or fans of a star. They were just a little curious, but did not cause panic.

"Principal, as you requested, we intercepted Lu Mingfei who was about to leave directly from the airport fence. Traveling with him were Master Caesar and Chu Zihang." A short Japanese man with a fat, round face squeezed out from the men in suits who had gathered around him, with a frightened expression and a flattering smile on his face.

"You call Caesar Master." Ange raised his eyebrows. The mother and son were frightened and hurriedly left here with Ange's help.

"Fujiwara Nobunosuke, when did you start to be loyal to the Gattuso family?" The principal's eyes seemed to be filled with a golden glow. The Japanese man named Fujiwara Nobunosuke nodded and bowed. Although his tone was extremely humble, his words did not show weakness. "I have always been a member of the family, principal. Didn't you see that when you taught me?" He looked up at Angers' eyes, like someone looking at someone on the mountain from the bottom of the mountain. There was a hint of gold in both of their eyes, but the whistling wind that did not exist swept across Fujiwara Nobunosuke's soul in an instant. He turned his head suddenly, and cold sweat had soaked his body. He seemed to see the strong wind from the sky taking away all the roofs, and the knight standing on the clouds slowly approached. The knight's body was through the sky and the earth, which reminded him of the law of heaven and earth in Chinese mythology.

But that was just an illusion, there was nothing behind me.

Fujiwara Nobunosuke looked at Angers again, and the signature clerical smile on his face froze before it could even unfold.

What appeared in front of me was a pair of dazzling golden eyes!

For a moment, Fujiwara Nobunosuke felt that he was about to be swallowed by the evil spirit.

"I'm disgusted by the behavior of people like you. You make a big fuss and make a big deal out of a simple matter. I just hope to have a private chat with our dragon-slaying hero, not to eradicate the rebellion." Angé said coldly, then left in a huff.

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When Lu Mingfei walked out of the cabin, he was stunned for a moment. He put his hands over his head to block the rain in vain, and looked back at Caesar and Chu Zihang who were also almost soaked.

"Two rich guys, have you asked your family to pick you up at the airport?" Lu Mingfei looked suspicious, and for a moment he was a little afraid to get off the elevator. The mixed-bloods who could take this kind of red-eye flight to China didn't look like old-fashioned gentlemen from wealthy families, but there were two rich second-generations in their group of three.

Below the ladder was a red carpet soaked by the rain. Dozens of sturdy men in black suits were holding huge black umbrellas and serving on both sides of the carpet. The intersection of the black umbrellas almost formed a long and narrow corridor. At the end of the corridor was an extended Lincoln that looked quite expensive. There were three high-footed wine glasses on the front of the car, which were filled with strong liquor that still had some bubbles. Ice cubes were floating in the golden liquor.

Caesar shook his wet hair and was a little surprised. He saw his uncle's secretary among those people, the guy named Percy who always made him feel a little disgusted.

"First of all, I don't admit that I am Brother Fu." Chu Zihang actually brought an umbrella with him, and he opened it immediately after walking out of the cabin, just enough to cover the three of them. They blocked the cabin door, but the other passengers were not in a hurry. In the current mixed-race society, there are very few people who don't know Lu Mingfei. Everyone is willing to give face to the future Hilbert Jean Angers, even if he didn't pay attention to such a small matter at all.

"Secondly, my father's business is a hardware factory. I've never seen him employ so many..." Chu Zihang hesitated for a moment, and finally thought of the right word, "thugs."

The men in suits all looked ferocious, with their hands on their waists. No one knew whether there were knives or Thompsons hidden there. To the real big shots, the airport security system was nothing. Those men really looked like desperate thugs, with blood on their hands, and a faint murderous aura rising in the rain.

"Those who come with evil intentions will not come with good intentions. I brought the seven deadly sins. Chu Zihang, you can match a Leopard, Caesar, you can use him as Ip Man, and I can barely be considered a Captain America. If nothing works, we'll chop them down and kill our way out." Lu Mingfei acted as if he was showing his ferocious look, and the huge mountaineering bag had been thrown from his back to the front of him, looking eager to try.

"So I'm just an ordinary human warrior, right?" The veins in Caesar's temples were throbbing. The term 'human warrior' was really too funny. Although it came out of his mouth, he couldn't help wanting to laugh. But when he saw that Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang both had serious faces and seemed to agree with it, he couldn't laugh anymore.

"I think Lu Mingfei is right." Chu Zihang said.

Caesar covered his face and thought to himself, you are a murderer, so please don't express your opinion, okay? Is there really anything in the world that can't be solved by a sword for you?

"Those should be our family members. I saw Percy was in there too." Caesar's eyes twitched, and he stopped Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang from plotting loudly.

"Brother Caesar is awesome." Lu Mingfei complimented him indifferently. He had actually guessed it. The Gattuso family had their own businesses all over the world, except for Japan. As the heir that the Gattuso family had high hopes for, Caesar was naturally treated with high standards.

The three of them squeezed into the same umbrella, pushed and shoved, got off the plane, and stepped onto the red carpet.

Caesar and Chu Zihang walked forward while whispering something, but Lu Mingfei suddenly stopped. The raindrops fell on the black umbrella above his head with a rustling sound. The suited guys on both sides were watching the situation and obviously did not pay attention to Boss Lu.

He looked in another direction as if he had sensed something. At this moment, the rain curtain was illuminated by purple-white lightning, and Lu Mingfei saw a figure standing there. He was holding the same black umbrella, wearing a Florentine suit, custom-made leather shoes, and a white flower pinned on his chest. Angers smiled and nodded at Lu Mingfei in the pale lightning, and then the light faded.

Lu Mingfei did not look away.

The next second, a small flame appeared there, followed by another flickering light.

Ange lit a cigarette for himself.

Chapter 136 Fate and Destiny

Purple-white lightning tore through the dark sky. Golden flames as big as mountains and seas were reflected in the rain curtain. It was Odin's golden eye that appeared in every drop of rain. The overwhelming rain was the window of the Nibelung. The god was looking at Lu Mingfei through the gap between the worlds.

There was no doubt that only Lu Mingfei could see this magnificent and strange scene, with heavy rain pouring down amid the flickering flames.

At the end of the red carpet, three people each picked up a glass, clinked their glasses and drank the liquor in one gulp. The ice cubes were crushed between Lu Mingfei's teeth, making a crisp crunching sound.

Lu Mingfei patted Chu Zihang on the shoulder, and Chu Zihang understood what he meant and continued to discuss with Caesar in a low voice the details of the next operation regarding the King of Earth and Mountains. At the same time, they walked towards the departure direction surrounded by dozens of umbrella flowers blooming like black dahlias. The rain splashed under their feet, and in Lu Mingfei's eyes it seemed like stirred lava.

Odin's power is approaching its peak. It can even be said that in the battle with Lu Mingfei, there has never been a moment when he has been more powerful than this moment.

The invasion of the Nibelungen on reality is becoming more and more serious. The gods are staring at Lu Mingfei, and Odin is silently issuing a death threat in this way.

Lu Mingfei stood in the heavy rain, his head lowered quietly. The torrential rain had soaked his hair, making it look shiny and smooth, but also making him look as cold as a peerless sword drawn from its sheath.

The servants of the Gattuso family were surrounding their young master and his friends as they moved further and further away. The large shadows and the light from the high-powered flashlights in the men's hands were disappearing from Lu Mingfei's sight, until the man who had been standing in the corner walked up to him with an umbrella.

"Ming Fei, are things going well for you in Oslo?" The principal's voice was still gentle, and it sounded as the rain curtain suddenly moved away.

The old man was wearing a black suit with a white flower pinned on his chest, as if he was going to attend the funeral of an old friend. Even the corners of his eyes showed an unconcealable look of grief.

Lu Mingfei raised his eyes, veins bulging on his hands holding the shoulder straps of his backpack, but his voice was calm, low and slow, "It wasn't smooth. We didn't buy tickets to board the ship. We have to wait until the beginning of summer next year to make up for this Arctic trip." He said, and at the same time he saw the antique silver ring on the index finger of Angers' hand holding the umbrella handle. The ring reflected electric light, and the edges were as sharp as knives.

"Caesar and Zihang went there with you. They explained to the college that they had accepted an invitation to conduct a survey of the waterway between Oslo and Greenland. I personally signed the resignation applications for the three of you." The principal snuffed out the cigarette in his hand. The remaining cigarette butt was flicked away and rolled into the rain curtain that looked like an inverted river in the sky. It was hit by countless raindrops and lost the strength to continue rolling forward and fell down wetly.

"Ah."

"Young people always have to have some secrets of their own." The principal laughed, but there was an imperceptible determination and helplessness in his voice.

Ange was holding an umbrella, and both of them seemed to be quieter than usual, and they seemed to be holding swords tightly. In the divine light, the blades were faintly visible on their cuffs.

They walked a relatively short distance before Ange led Lu Mingfei to a black Rolls-Royce parked on the airport's internal ground handling vehicle lane.

Angé and Lu Mingfei got into the driver's seat and the co-pilot's seat respectively. Lust was pressed against Lu Mingfei's forearm, and the folding knife that could kill the Dragon King was also pressed against Angé's forearm.

A bottle of golden champagne was placed in the slot next to the driver's seat of the Rolls-Royce, where a bottle of iced cola should have been inserted, and a short-bladed champagne knife was placed casually on the side of the slot.

Ange looked up and rummaged through the document bag on the roof of the car, and found a hand-rolled cigar that didn't even have a brand label and couldn't tell where it was made, lit it up for himself, took a deep breath, opened the window a little, and blew the smoke into the dark sky.

Lu Mingfei watched all this silently, and then Ange reached out to take back the champagne and the champagne knife. As if by sliding it smoothly and carelessly, the oak cork had been cut open, and the gin was already tumbling and bubbling as it was poured into the tulip glass.

Gin filled two tulip glasses. Angé handed one of the glasses to Lu Mingfei, and then he did not clink glasses with him. Instead, he raised his head and drank his own glass.

Lu Mingfei took small sips.

"Hey, Principal, we in China are different from you in the United States. Drunk driving is a crime." He muttered quietly, but he was not unaware that the atmosphere in the car was a little strange. But if everyone is sharpening their knives, why not say some dirty talk to liven up the atmosphere before the fight? What can't be solved peacefully?