Dragon Raja 5; Chapter 63: Whale Song (32)

Dragon Raja 5

Crow spread his hands towards Lu Mingfei, meaning that women are like this, no matter how rational and logical she is, she will still lose her temper.

“Do you want to go out and eat something?” Lu Mingfei suggested cautiously, “I think I’m even hungrier after eating the honeydew melon.”

Crow quietly gave Lu Mingfei a thumbs up, meaning that he was indeed a master. The most effective way at this time was to take her out to eat.

“Unfortunately, the few late-night restaurants I’m familiar with are all far away.” Crow checked his watch. “Should I find one nearby or take my car?”

“That antique sports car of yours is too conspicuous. Let’s go to a nearby restaurant.” Lu Mingfei hesitated for a moment. “There’s a pretty good ramen restaurant I’ve eaten at before. It’s open 24 hours a day.”

“This chicken cutlet ramen tastes great!” The crow took a big sip of the soup and praised it highly.

“The broth is made with pork bones and chicken. The owner is from Hakata, so it’s Hakata style. The chicken cutlet ramen is their specialty, and they only serve 20 servings a day,” Lu Mingfei said. “We were lucky; the chicken cutlets arrived at three in the morning.”

“Mr. Lu, you are so knowledgeable that I can’t tell who is the local between you and me.” Crow raised his glass.

Nuonuo swallowed the noodles in big gulps and clinked his glass with Wu Crow. Lu Mingfei was a little absent-minded and was a step late. The two men had already poured the beer into their stomachs.

Nuonuo can drink quite a lot, but she just doesn’t want to clink glasses with ordinary people.

This 24-hour ramen restaurant is located deep in a small street and is not easy to find. When they arrived, the store was empty, with only the elderly owner guarding the soup pot.

Lu Mingfei placed his order in Japanese which sounded a little unclear but still quite authentic. It was obvious that this was a restaurant he had frequented before.

But the boss did not recognize this old customer. They were all wearing masks and baseball caps, covering themselves tightly.

He could still force himself to stay alert when reading those materials, but now after taking a sip of hot soup he felt exhausted. Nono drank beer in big gulps, and soon his pale face from staying up late was dyed red by the alcohol and the heat of the soup.

“It’s a pity that Bondarev’s laboratory has been destroyed by Herzog, otherwise we could have found more clues.” Crow lowered his voice. “This isn’t a solution. That warehouse is a key area of ​​the family. If we stay there for too long, someone will find out.”

The boss prepared the food for them and went to the kitchen to clean up, so it should be okay to speak in a low voice.

“You just said that the academy would send someone to Tokyo?” Nono shook his beer glass.

“That’s nothing to worry about,” said the crow. “Even if we send the entire executive department to Tokyo, it’s like throwing sand into the sea. This is Tokyo.”

From the window beside their table, the huge city looked like a handful of pearls scattered on the seashore, each shining bead a building.

“But we can’t delay it too long,” Nono said. “It’s not like the Executive Department doesn’t have real elites, but they’re all in very important positions. It all depends on when they decide to send them into battle.”

Chu Zihang sat obediently beside them, eating noodles and drinking soup mouthful by mouthful, making almost no sound. Occasionally he looked up at the three adults. Although he himself was an adult in stature, he was a fifteen-year-old child at heart.

Lu Mingfei thought that if Chu Zihang was really his son, it wouldn’t be bad. He would be a very easy child to take care of.

Almost a month had passed since he’d fled all the way from China to here, and he was no longer as frightened as he had been at the beginning. He ate when told to, slept when told to, and didn’t repeatedly ask Lu Mingfei and Nuonuo what was going on, or how he had suddenly traveled through time for almost seven years and become an adult. The only thing he’d do before falling asleep was staring silently at the ceiling for a long moment before closing his eyes.

Lu Mingfei didn’t understand at first, but then he suddenly remembered that Chu Zihang had this habit before the causal line was modified. Every night before bed, he would revisit his past with his father, revisiting every moment he didn’t want to forget. He’d read a book that said the human brain is like a hard drive prone to errors, and that eventually, things that once seemed important would gradually become blurred, like a hard drive demagnetized by time.

But Chu Zihang refused to forget. The boy was forcibly holding onto the memories of Chu Tianjiao. Although the causal line had been altered, he still lost his father that night.

Some people are just so stubborn. No matter whether they are fifteen or twenty-two years old, there is always a hard scar deep in their hearts.

Nuonuo glanced at Chu Zihang, helped him take out the big chicken chop from the soup bowl, chopped it up with a knife, and threw it back into his bowl.

“She really looks like a good wife and mother,” Crow said nonchalantly. “You wouldn’t guess Miss Chen is that kind of person from her appearance.”

Nuonuo rolled his eyes at him and continued to eat noodles. After a few bites, she suddenly put down his chopsticks and said, “Don’t you want to know why I don’t like my dad?”

Crow and Lu Mingfei looked at each other in surprise. They didn’t expect NuoNuo to bring up this matter herself.

“I have 54 brothers and sisters,” Nono whispered. “Except for a few twins and triplets, the mothers of the others are different people.”