Dragon Raja; Chapter 82: Stars and Flowers (8)

Dragon Raja

“This is a matter of life and death, okay? A Dragon Raja invasion! Who cares about pride at a time like this?” Lu Mingfei said. “Is this like a late-night military drill or something?”

“So what do you want to do? Everyone else is busy—should I escort you?” Nono said.

“That would be great…”

“But I haven’t picked up any weapons,” Nono shrugged. “If we were really in a battle, we’d be dead in two shots.”

Lu Mingfei looked around, “Right, Finger—he’s been in the eighth grade, got a good build, must have some skills, right?”

“Hey? Can’t find that useless senior anywhere,” he patted his head, “Figures, given his sense of loyalty, he probably forgot to call me when he sneaked away.”

“Since there’s no one to take you back, why don’t we go out and have some fun?” Nono patted Lu Mingfei’s shoulder.

“What? Isn’t this a Dragon Raja invasion, and the whole school is on high alert? I haven’t even seen a dragon scale…”

“Going out is safe; the intruders are wandering around the campus right now.”

“Good point, but won’t we get into serious trouble if we’re caught? Expelled?”

“It’s not that serious. At most my internship grades will be deducted.” Nono shrugged, looking nonchalant.

“What is an internship? It’s not like they’re giving me a plane ticket and saying Lu Mingfei invites you to fly to Ethiopia to kill a dragon king and take photos next to the dragon’s corpse, right?” Lu Mingfei was still talking nonsense, and he didn’t know how else to answer.

Is that “OK”?

Although I really want to say this… but wouldn’t it be ridiculous to simply say it like this? The boyfriend of the dragon in the family is wielding a family heirloom sword to take on the important task of saving the human world! Can you be like a little thief, with a little dirty (a tooth and a foot, I don’t know what the word is) little thought, and be a little follower to accompany a girl out to play? Playing what? This dark and windy night.

Nono rolled her eyes, “Come on, follow me.”

Lu Mingfei hesitated for a second, then dashed after her, “Hey, where are we going?”

Behind him, the elites with dragon blood turned on their flashlights, loaded Frigga bullets into the magazines, and spread out in small teams. The speed of light from the interweaving flashlights turned the campus into a battlefield.

Who cares! This powerful idea suddenly popped up in his mind. Who cares if he kills people all over the place? If a beautiful girl asks you to go out and have fun, is it possible for a man to refuse?

“Bugatti Veyron, manufactured by the Volkswagen Group’s factory in Molsheim, France, featuring a 16-cylinder quad-turbocharged engine…” Nono stopped at the back door of Amber Hall and pulled open the tarpaulin covering the car body. The silver-gray sports car was exposed under the street lights. The whole car was started by remote control, the lights flashed, and the heavy roar of the generator was like a dragon’s roar.

“1001 horsepower, top speed of 407 km/h, 0 to 100 km/h acceleration in just 2.5 seconds… I’ve seen this beauty in a magazine!” Lu Mingfei exclaimed in admiration.

“It’s yours now; Caesar lost it to you. He used this car as a bet during this year’s ‘Freedom Day,’ against Chu Zihang’s ‘Muramasa,’ and you won.”

“That’s too extravagant, right? This car costs around a million euros?” Lu Mingfei caught the keys Nono threw over.

“He doesn’t care. Caesar doesn’t even like this car—it’s a birthday gift from his father. He considers a flashy sports car like this an insult.”

“Does his father need an adopted son?” Lu Mingfei’s eyes practically spelled out “please adopt me.”

“His father treated him as a child, and Caesar thought he was actually capable of inheriting the entire family business, so he didn’t like his father very much. He thought it was an insult for his father to give him such a playboy-style sports car.”

“You drive, I’m tired.” Your resume says you took driving lessons” Nono opened the Bugatti’s hardtop convertible with the remote control. She took off her high heels, jumped into the car, and sat in the passenger seat.

Lu Mingfei also jumped in, grabbing the steering wheel and taking a deep breath, staring at the sky in silence.

“Enjoying the thrill of winning a supercar?” Nono asked.

“No, I’m trying to figure out whether I should hit the gas first or shift gears first…” Lu Mingfei instinctively pressed the accelerator.

With a screech, the tires smoked as they rubbed against the ground, and the Bugatti shot out like an untamed stallion. Nono giggled, taking the silver hairpin out of her hair and biting it, letting her hair fall freely. Lu Mingfei suddenly remembered that Finger once said Nono was a bit of a wild girl.

One that nobody could ever quite understand.

The dark figure killed the Black Widow bike’s engine and took out a black shotgun from the bike’s rear pouch, the barrel sawed-off. It was a rather intimidating weapon. The dark figure caressed the handle with a sense of pride, holding power over life and death gave him a huge sense of glory.

He was in an excellent position, in a secluded dead-end where no one passed.

He opened his phone, dialed a number, and was greeted with a recorded message: “Number 13, your target is Valhalla. Use the prepared ID card to pass through the gate, enter, and search for the central control room. Wait for further instructions at that point.”

He was ranked number 13 in this team, the last number, which sounded unlucky, but he liked it—felt it made him look like a grim reaper. This wasn’t his first mission, and he always paid attention to how things felt. Everyone on the team would follow different instructions to minimize the risk of ambush and total annihilation.

“Valhalla,” Number 13 muttered.

“Uh-oh!” He froze, realizing he had brought all his gear but had forgotten the map. The campus was filled with buildings that all looked similar—how was he supposed to find Valhalla?

He was a road idiot—his self-proclaimed, only shortcoming.

“No choice, a real man could just fight his way through with a gun, right?” Number 13 gripped his shotgun tightly to boost his morale.

“But real experts don’t resort to violence unless necessary,” Number 13 thought again. “If you can send a shadow to drop a nuke, don’t use a cruiser for a frontal bombardment.”

The Bugatti sped out of the destroyed campus gate and onto the road, mountain wind blowing in.

Since he had been carried in unconscious, this was Lu Mingfei’s first time seeing the campus from the outside, and he realized it was situated halfway up a mountain. A winding mountain road passed in front of the gate, and looking out into the distance, layer upon layer of coniferous forests covered the valleys, rising and falling in the wind like dark waves.

“The college might be called ‘Summit Campus,’ but it isn’t on the mountaintop; it’s halfway up. At the base of the mountain is the train station and Valley Campus,” Nono said. “We’re heading to the top.”

“What’s at the top?”

“The stars.”

The night wind was still a little cold, so Nono took a leather windbreaker from the back seat and put it on herself. Soon, she fell asleep. Lu Mingfei thought that since she knew where the windbreaker was so clearly, maybe Caesar took her for a ride like this? During the ride, Nono also untie her hair, and her dark red long hair were blown by the wind, like the long tassel on the horse’s head of a young general in a white robe.

There were no other cars on the mountain road, only the headlights illuminating one turn after another. Looping higher and higher, Lu Mingfei gradually got the hang of handling the car. He glanced at Nono—her long lashes were lowered, her head resting to one side, her face calm. For a brief moment, the world felt serene and beautiful, even the roar of the engine seemed to soften.

Lu Mingfei has read a book called “Shanghai Fortress”. There is a scene in the book where the protagonist is driving an Audi at high speed on the Shanghai elevated road. The woman he loves but cannot touch is sleeping in the passenger seat, her eyelids drooping, her eyelashes long, and the lights stretching into the distance, as if the road is endless. That is the protagonist’s most peaceful time. He holds the steering wheel and occasionally turns his head to look at the girl’s eyelashes. The flow of time seems to stop, and he would rather never reach his destination.

Lu Mingfei suddenly realized that what the book said was very true.

He had no objection to taking this winding mountain road to heaven. After all, Caesar paid for the gas and the girl also belonged to Caesar. For Lu Mingfei, the only cost was time. As a person with no sense of existence, he only hated that he had too much time to kill.

In fact, a lot of time in the past was spent waiting for the sunset on high-rise buildings, and there was no girl he liked by his side.

So this is really great, it’s just amazing.

Lu Mingfei was delighted.

The headlights illuminated a sign ahead: “Caution: Bears in Area.”

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