Dragon Raja 2; Chapter 193: Deadly Sword for Every Dragon King (5)

Dragon Raja 2

“No, but it tastes pretty good. Slightly dry, a bit sweet… Alright, you can ignore my wine review given my current mental state. In any case, it’s not bad.” Chips sat elegantly on the couch with a crystal champagne glass, displaying rare composure despite managing the vast affairs of her conglomerate every day.

“Being a bit dry is normal. The sweetness is because you unconsciously mixed my chocolate into it.” Mai pointed at her glass.

Chips paused, looked down, and found a disgusting brown mixture in the glass. If she had known earlier, she definitely wouldn’t have drunk it, but at the moment, she didn’t seem to have any sense of taste left.

“Mind your own business! I like chocolate mixed with champagne! Who knows if in the next moment this whole city will be blown sky-high—can’t I at least try a new combination? And hey, could you stop drinking champagne straight from the bottle like it’s beer?”

Mai, her face flushed, put down the bottle. “How else am I supposed to stop myself from overthinking? Haha, it’s like sitting on a nuclear bomb while drinking—it has a certain thrill to it.”

“Look! The signal’s back!” Chips suddenly lunged at the monitor.

The cameras that had stopped working due to the tremors started again, transmitting images from inside Nibelungen. In the tunnel near Station 100, a bright beam of light cut through the darkness. The light came from… an old, rusted subway car, with a “Pioneer” brass plate hanging from the front!

“OMG, it’s that prototype car!” Mai couldn’t believe her eyes. “Both bunnies survived! And they’re trying to start that old subway car! That’s an antique that’s been abandoned for decades! Cassell College really produces some freakishly elite students!”

Lu Mingfei held the flashlight high, illuminating the rust-covered control room. This train was probably older than he was—no digital instruments, no LCD screens, just a green-painted iron control panel, red and green square indicator lights, countless brass switches, and a driver’s seat with the faux leather worn off, exposing a yellow-brown foam layer beneath.

Chu Zihang actually believed this thing could still run. He unscrewed four bolts from the control panel, opened an iron plate, and pulled out over a dozen wires. Lu Mingfei was nervous—Chu Zihang clearly didn’t fully understand the structure of this antique subway car. He was both attempting to start it and referencing the stainless steel circuit diagram pinned to the control panel. Starting an antique subway car for an escape, using such trial-and-error? It felt a bit too much like cramming at the last minute.

But what else could they do now? Running to escape the range of “Shiva’s Tandava”? That Yanling had once destroyed an ancient Indian city in an instant!

It was definitely the most eventful day of his life. After pulling off a comeback at the last second, they were turned around by that dim-witted dragon and ended up running for their lives. This would be a stain on Chu Zihang’s otherwise spotless resume. Not only did he get entangled with the enemy, but he also ruined everything in the end. Without them, things might not have been so bad… and now they couldn’t even report back to anyone.

This was an international metropolis, with millions of people going in and out every day. There were elderly men and women doing exercises in Beihai Park, young artistic types waking up to prepare for a night out at Houhai’s bars, career elites hustling in the CBD, earning their millions while jogging to meetings, traffic clogging the Second, Third, Fourth, and Fifth Ring Roads… and they were all completely unaware of the crisis closing in.

Lu Mingfei wiped his face hard, trying not to think about it anymore.

“This machine was manufactured in 1967, produced by Changchun Railway Vehicles Factory. It’s the oldest DK1 model—a prototype, with only two ever made. It runs on 750V DC, full axle drive structure, with a design speed of up to 80 kilometers per hour. It should be able to get us to a safe zone. Whether this model was ever actually used in the Beijing subway has always been a mystery, and no one could find the original prototypes. Turns out it was here all along.” Chu Zihang spoke while working, trying different wire connections and flipping the circuit breaker. The electric sparks illuminated his emotionless face. “I think I can start it. The circuitry doesn’t look too complex, and the mechanical structure seems fine too. In Nibelungen, even dead things are preserved.”

“Uh-huh.” Lu Mingfei felt guilty, not daring to respond.

Maybe Lu Mingze could solve this mess. So far, there wasn’t much that Lu Mingze couldn’t do. But Lu Mingfei was scared. After selling the first quarter of himself, life didn’t seem to change much—almost like it was all a joke. But he gradually realized Lu Mingze was infiltrating his life. The demon who used to only appear in his visions was leaving more and more traces in his daily life, even briefly taking over his body. The contract was real. Once fulfilled, he would lose something he could never afford to lose.

“Absolutely not! No matter how many people die, there’s no compromise—that kind of ‘not’! Something deep in his mind kept reminding him that he couldn’t continue making deals—he was already at the edge of a cliff, just a few more steps, and there’d be no turning back!

Suddenly, his phone rang! Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang looked at each other, both stunned. Their phones had stopped working since they entered here—Lu Mingfei’s was cut off due to unpaid bills, and Chu Zihang’s had simply stopped for no reason.

Lu Mingfei slapped his thigh. “Damn! I can’t make outgoing calls, but someone can call me!” He had a plan that allowed free incoming calls, so even when his service was cut, he could still receive calls.

Caller ID: “Chen Motong.”

Lu Mingfei felt his heart tremble slightly. “Hello, Senior Sister…”

Damn, why did he sound like he just woke up? The line he had prepared was something like, “The sky is falling! Get out of there now!”

“Are you still half asleep?” Nono’s voice immediately erupted with fury. “Caesar and I are here at the Xidan Wedding Center, and things are going really wrong here! And you? Still sleeping like a baby!”

“Oh, oh, oh, oh…” Lu Mingfei stammered, sounding like a rooster.

“Oh, oh, oh, oh your sister! Things are on the brink of getting out of control here! Kamaitachi everywhere—the whole building is sealed! And you’re still sleeping? Get up now!” Nono shouted.

“I was just, I was just…”

Suddenly, Nono’s tone softened. She lowered her voice, with a mix of encouragement and urgency, sounding rather patient. She was always like that—when she wanted to be a dependable senior sister, she really was.

“Don’t come near here. This isn’t something you can handle. Forget the mission the college gave you—turn off your phone, ignore anyone who tries to contact you… run! Run far away!”

Nono hung up, swinging her steel pipe, breaking all nine cervical vertebrae of a Kamaitachi, scattering bronze-colored dust.