Lu Mingfei doesn't want to be a superhero

“We really need to make contact, but it’s because of something more important,” Lu Mingfei said.

"Another one?" Susie asked, puzzled, while Chu Zihang became slightly more serious.

……

In the living room, four people were sitting on the sofa.

Lu Mingfei recounted the information he had obtained from Lao Tang to Chu Zihang and Su Qian.

"Is that really true?" Susie exclaimed in surprise. "So the Elena we met before was probably Xiaoqiang's cousin, and she became the assistant to the branch temple master of the Holy Temple?"

“And Su Xiaoqiang’s other cousin has gone missing,” Chu Zihang added.

“I haven’t seen their photos,” Lu Mingfei said, frowning as he analyzed, “but judging from the current situation, the probability of a coincidence is really not high. Elena should be Little Fairy’s cousin, and the missing Amber should be Little Fairy’s other cousin.”

He paused, then continued, "Considering that the Solomon Temple might have been reported for trafficking mixed-race women, Amber might have disappeared because of the Solomon Temple. As a result, the Little Fairy's family reported the Solomon Temple to the Academy, and the Hunter website published the commission that Old Tang accepted."

“It seems we have no choice but to make contact with the Salvadoran family,” Susie said.

“Contact is necessary, but we’d better not reveal our identities yet,” Lu Mingfei shook his head. “The situation is very strange right now. One of Little Fairy’s cousins ​​is the assistant to the branch temple master, while the other has disappeared and is suspected of being captured by the Temple Society.”

“What’s even stranger is that neither the Little Fairy nor the rest of her family made any effort to conceal the existence of Irina and Amber, only saying that they were not in Portugal and could not go home,” Lu Mingfei said. “It’s very likely that the Little Fairy herself didn’t know what had happened at home, and the others were just fooling the Little Fairy while also fooling us.”

The thought patterns he had developed under Tony's tutelage began to activate, Lu Mingfei muttered to himself as he speculated.

"On the other hand, if Irina's use of the same name wasn't a coincidence, then she and her family shouldn't be sharing information. Otherwise, her family would definitely know our true identities, and she wouldn't act like she's meeting us for the first time. Besides, if she wanted to conceal her identity, she should at least have changed her name..."

"Moreover, although she is called an assistant, her status seems to be very low. From this perspective, she may not have become an assistant voluntarily... or perhaps she and Amber were both taken away from the Little Celestial Maiden's family by this branch temple, which is why the Little Celestial Maiden's family reported the Temple Society to the academy."

"Of course, it's also possible that the Salvador family is a subordinate force of the local branch of the Temple, deliberately playing us, using the provision of food and lodging to monitor our actions. But that doesn't make sense logically. To plan and play us in advance like that, they would have to be extremely well-informed. If they could do that, the Academy would probably be riddled with spies by them. But the Temple of Solomon's power is far less than that of the Academy. What would they use to infiltrate? They'd be more likely to be infiltrated by the Academy."

"Besides, the three of us are just here to go through the motions. Why go through all this trouble and effort to mess with the three of us? It's not worth it no matter how you look at it. We should save that energy to deal with the inspector general..."

When Lu Mingfei came to his senses, he found that the other three were looking at him with rather strange eyes.

Even Senior Brother Chu's gaze towards him seemed a bit off.

"What's wrong?" Lu Mingfei asked, puzzled.

"Junior Lu, are you... a senior in high school?" Susie asked.

"Mm." Lu Mingfei nodded, his eyes clear.

"Then your speculation just now..." Susie looked Lu Mingfei up and down, thinking to herself, could it be that the S-level bloodline not only increases intelligence, but also cunning?

“It’s just a simple analysis of the existing conditions,” Lu Mingfei said. “Judging from the current situation, the Salvador family should not know our identities.”

Are you really a high school senior? Or are you some rich family's groomed heir pretending to be low-key here?

Susie thought to herself.

"What do you think we should do?" Chu Zihang suddenly looked at Lu Mingfei and asked.

“I think… we can temporarily use a rather special method to contact Little Fairy’s family,” Lu Mingfei said, stroking his chin, “a fake identity that can communicate with their half-blood side.”

"Why use a fake identity?" Susie asked, puzzled.

“As you senior sisters mentioned before, the reports to the academy about the branch of the Holy Temple were made anonymously,” Lu Mingfei said. “Now, the whistleblower is very likely from the Salvador family. If we just go directly to them using our academy status, the situation might be a bit awkward.”

“And we’re not sure what their mindset will be then. Senior sister, think about it yourself. If you were Japanese, and one day you anonymously reported the Yamaguchi-gumi’s illegal activities to the Japanese police, and a few days later the police suddenly came to your house and said, ‘Don’t be afraid, we’ll help you deal with the Yamaguchi-gumi issue you reported,’” Lu Mingfei shrugged. “Who do you think they’re here to deal with? The Yamaguchi-gumi or you?”

Susie remained silent—damn, that seems to be true after all.

“At that time, they might think that the academy and the temple are in cahoots, and when they come to us, they might not be there to uphold justice, but rather to warn us to ‘behave ourselves’ in a tactful and respectable way,” Lu Mingfei said. “Then the situation will only become more tense, and they might, in order to protect themselves, simply insist that nothing has happened.”

"Why do you seem so experienced?" Susie couldn't help but ask.

"I learned it from watching movies," Lu Mingfei said without changing his expression, making up a story on the spot.

“Lu Mingfei makes a good point,” Chu Zihang said. “Use a fake identity to lower their guard and get useful information out of them. It doesn’t matter if our real identities are exposed later.”

Lu Mingfei and Su Xi were both silent for a few seconds.

When Lu Mingfei spoke, it sounded like a clever and experienced strategy, but when Chu Zihang spoke it, it inexplicably sounded like they were villains plotting a conspiracy.

However, though the words were crude, the principle was sound, and Chu Zihang was right. Therefore, although Lu Mingfei and Su Qian looked puzzled, they still nodded in agreement.

"Also, I'll use a fake identity so they won't actually try to harm me, this innocent and naive S-class little rabbit," Lu Mingfei added in his mind.

"Then what identity should I use?" Susie pondered.

"Isn't there one right here?" Lu Mingfei looked at Lao Tang and smiled slightly.

Old Tang, who had been listening attentively, suddenly felt a tightness in his scalp and a chill run down his spine.

Chapter 87 Meeting

In the living room of Chu Zihang and Su Xi's suite at the hotel.

Old Tang sat in front of his laptop, surrounded by Lu Mingfei, Chu Zihang, and Su Qian. The psychological pressure he felt was as if he were surrounded by three Kayakos.

The laptop displayed the back-end chat box of the Hunter website, the official communication channel between employers and hunters.

Logically speaking, the requirements for this kind of communication are very lenient on the employer side, and it doesn't matter how many people watch, as long as it's not broadcast live online.

However, the requirements are stricter for the hunters who are the second party. For example, they must ensure that they are alone, cannot copy the chat history in the form of pictures or text, and cannot share the chat history with others.

Old Tang's current situation, where he has three people watching him, is already considered a serious violation of regulations.

But after thinking about it carefully, Lao Tang realized that the hunter website only dealt with gray-area transactions unrelated to dragons, or trivial matters related to dragons.

Most hunters are unaware of the existence of hybrids and treat anything related to dragons as a supernatural event.

The three people in front of him all seemed unfathomable, of extraordinary origin, and clearly very capable fighters.

The organization behind them is chasing after pure-blooded dragons all over the world, and they don't even bother with the petty squabbles of the Hunter website. In fact, the entire Hunter website is nothing more than a useful scavenger organization to them.

Isn't it obvious which side he should stand in?!

So after receiving a safety guarantee from Lu Mingfei, Chu Zihang, and Su Xi, he decisively broke the rules of the Hunter website and unconditionally helped the three of them.

Right now, he is talking to his employer.

Old Tang: We might need to meet.

Employer: Meet? Neither the previous commission nor our agreement mentioned meeting.

Old Tang: I have very important information that I must discuss in person.

Employer: What's wrong with communicating through a hunter website? Its confidentiality is well-established. I won't meet you. If you don't want to do this job, you can cancel it, and you don't need to refund my deposit.

For a fleeting moment, Lao Tang almost typed "OK" on the keyboard and sent it.

The hunter cancels the commission himself and doesn't have to refund the employer in cash. How can there be such a good thing in the world!

"Ahem." Lu Mingfei coughed lightly.

Old Tang reluctantly deleted the "OK" message from the chat box.

Lu Mingfei gave Lao Tang a few instructions, and Lao Tang nodded before typing again.

Old Tang: You have to meet with anyone you want to talk to. According to my investigation, this involves a huge and powerful organization. Even if it's the boss behind the Hunter website, once you offend them, your demise is just a matter of moments. I can't take such a big risk without even seeing you.

The "earth-shattering organization" he was referring to was naturally the Solomon Temple. Although he didn't know exactly how powerful the Solomon Temple was, he just had to exaggerate it. The more exaggerated the exaggeration, the greater the chance that the other side would agree.

The other side remained silent for a long time this time, and no message came through.

Just when the people on this side were starting to suspect that the other side had simply given up on communicating and blocked Lao Tang, a message finally appeared.

Employer: See you tomorrow night at 10 PM. I will send you a picture of the meeting address at 6 PM tomorrow.

Lu Mingfei and the other three looked at each other and nodded.

……

The following day, late at night, in a secluded part of Vianaburg, at an abandoned open-air theater.

It's clear that this was once a bustling theater. The building's overall construction is precise and harmonious, and the decoration details are also very perfect. However, with the passage of time, whether due to poor management or some other reason, it is now deserted.

Moonlight streamed into the theater. The theater doors were long since rotten and had been abandoned in an inconspicuous corner. The red carpet on the floor had been left uncleaned and filthy, as if a thick layer of congealed blood had been laid on it.

Only the church choir occasionally comes here to practice—although the chairs, carpets, stage curtains, and other traditional items are gone, the main structure of the building is still very intact and sturdy, making it an excellent place to practice.

But the choir doesn't come here to practice late at night; at most, the priest brings the adorable little boys from the choir for a "picnic."

The people who came this time were neither a priest nor a little boy, but four young people.

The old patriarch of the Salvador family came here for the appointment. He stood on the stage of the small theater, every strand of his silver hair was neatly combed, his back to the door, his hands on his cane, and he heard the footsteps on the red carpet getting closer and closer as they passed through the door.

He was very lucky; despite his lowly bloodline, he awakened a Word of Power with a sequence of 59—the Kamaitachi.

The Word Power Periodic Table only divides Word Power into ordinary Word Power, dangerous Word Power, high-risk Word Power, and top-secret Word Power, but for most second- or third-rate hybrid families or forces, it is practically impossible for anyone to have a bloodline high enough to awaken or support dangerous-level Word Power. Those who can reach sequence sixty or above are extremely rare.

Therefore, in popular usage, the periodic table of incantations has even more detailed subdivisions within the category of ordinary incantations.

Words of power numbered 1 through 88 are all considered ordinary words of power. Word of power number 1, "Emperor," is special and is not included in the classification.

From the No. 2 Word of Power "Bloodline Jieluo" to the No. 30 Word of Power "Wolf Pack", these 29 Words of Power are low-level Words of Power.

From "Kui" in sequence 31 to "Kamaitachi" in sequence 59, these 29 are intermediate-level Words of Power.

Finally, from "Ice Flow" (number 60) to "Achilles" (number 88), these 29 Words of Power are high-level Words of Power.

The old patriarch's Kamaitachi was stuck at the last sequence of intermediate-level Word of Power. Although it had no offensive power, it was still quite powerful among Word of Power.

Within the realm of Word Power, he can construct complex sound channels, thereby mastering every minute sound within the realm.

Although his range is limited to less than 60 meters due to his lineage and cannot be sustained for long periods, it is still enough to make him an excellent marksman.

Because he diligently practiced his speech skills when he was young, his hearing, or rather his ability to distinguish sounds, far surpasses that of ordinary people. Even without releasing his speech skills, he can clearly hear that there are four people coming, and he can even judge that there are three men and one woman based on the weight and rhythm of their footsteps.

He only placed one request, yet four people showed up?

The old patriarch slowly reached for his waist, where a newly maintained Colt M1911 was tucked. This was his most frequently used gun in his youth; his original one was long since worn out and unusable. This gun felt less familiar than the one from his younger days, but in his hands, it was still a deadly weapon.

In his youth, he was a rising star among the mixed-race communities in the area, and even now that he's old, he's no threat to a mere hunter!

He didn't intend to kill anyone, but he wanted to teach those young people a lesson.

The domain unfolded silently, and the sounds of their breathing, footsteps, and even heartbeats reached the ears. The old patriarch did not turn around; he leaned on his cane with one hand and suddenly pointed his gun behind him with the other, about to pull the trigger.

The shot won't hit anyone, but it will graz the heads of two of the men, who will probably feel a sharp gust of wind cutting their faces.

But he couldn't pull the trigger. A crisp metallic snapping sound rang out in his palm, and a sharp, no, fierce wind blew from his neck to the back of his head.