Lu Mingfei doesn't want to be a superhero

The light in Elena's eyes faded, like a layer of fog rising on the sea. She stared blankly at Lu Mingfei, but the distance between her hand and him grew farther and farther away. Everything in front of her blurred, and Lu Mingfei was reduced to just an outline.

In the last second before her blood froze completely, she gazed at the silhouette before her and murmured softly, as if in a dream, or perhaps like a wronged little girl complaining or confiding.

Why...didn't you show up sooner?

"If I had arrived earlier, you would have had to step in yourself, wouldn't you?" Lu Mingfei muttered under his breath.

He then kindly closed Irene's unseeing eyes.

To be honest, he couldn't understand Elena's obsession with passing on her bloodline, nor could he empathize with her thoughts or experiences. After all, no matter how much he indulged in pleasure after meeting Tony, he had lived the first seventeen and a half years of his life as an ordinary person, and he was still alive and kicking.

While ordinary people may not be able to live a glamorous and extravagant life, they shouldn't be unable to survive, right?

But for Elena, it felt like the sky had fallen when her family lost its dragon blood.

According to her theory, ordinary people without dragon blood are like people who are worse than dead, and there is no meaning to living. They should all commit suicide. Then, after all the ordinary people have committed suicide, it will be the hybrids who commit suicide—because pure-blooded dragons are to hybrids what hybrids are to ordinary people.

In the end, when all the humans and hybrids were dead, the dragons were happy. They were no longer surrounded by a bunch of ants who were overconfident but seemed to have superhuman strength, chasing them around and killing them. The era of humans, which the hybrids had finally managed to take from the dragons, came to an end, and the dragons became the rulers of the world again without losing a single soldier.

Isn't that utter nonsense?

But in any case, it wasn't an ordinary person who died, but Elena. She died because of her own twisted beliefs and ambitions, and the gifts and curses of the dragon's blood came true for her.

Lu Mingfei felt that she was somewhat pitiful, but those who were harmed by her after she joined the Solomon Temple were even more pitiful, and now at least she had paid the price.

"May God bless the poor soul to rest in peace... Uh, will God bless the Muslim royal family?" Lu Mingfei squatted beside Elena's body and scratched his head.

He lifted Elena's body with one hand and pulled out a walkie-talkie with the other: "Everyone retreat immediately. The hostages have all been moved out. Don't waste time."

"In addition, Elena was suspected of trafficking women, participating in human experiments, and attacking a Kassel College commissioner. She has now been killed by me."

94. Chapter 93 Revenge Should Not Be Waited Until the Next Day

On the streets of Vianaburg, the Temple of Our Lady of Angonia swayed slightly, and then its interior was illuminated for a moment.

Several blurry black figures flashed out from the temple entrance.

"An explosion?" Lu Mingfei stopped and turned to look at the temple, which had returned to darkness.

“It was a low-intensity explosion. It seems that when they designed the self-destruct system, they didn’t want to alert too many people, so the intensity of the explosion wasn’t even enough to destroy the temple.” Susie put the security guard she was holding on the ground—when they escaped the temple, she and Chu Zihang had taken the two unconscious security guards with them.

“Our Lady of Angonia is one of the most important faiths in Vianaburg. If the temple collapses, the surrounding area will definitely be thoroughly investigated. Even though the temple is now the property of the Solomon Temple, they probably won't be able to hide it from the buildings below,” the old patriarch said in a low voice.

Lu Mingfei was silent for a few seconds, then handed Elena to Tulio: "Sorry."

Tulio silently accepted it.

Lu Mingfei turned around and walked back to Su Qian and Chu Zihang, returning Cunyu to Chu Zihang.

Although he wasn't entirely unaffected by Elena's situation, it's impossible to say he was deeply shocked, since his knowledge of Elena was limited to what Su Xiaoqiang said, and he actually had almost no interaction with her.

For a fleeting moment, he gained a deeper understanding of a statement Angers once made—dragon blood is both a gift and a curse of fate.

“Although we didn’t find anyone inside, we did gather enough evidence,” Susie said. “I’ve already submitted it to Norma, and she said to call in reinforcements as quickly as possible and suggested that we hide and wait for them.”

"A suggestion? Does that mean we can choose not to follow it?" Lu Mingfei asked.

“Of course.” Susie smiled.

"Senior sister, you don't seem surprised at all." Lu Mingfei was taken aback.

“What’s so surprising? I’ve hardly ever seen any good-natured mixed-race people in the academy who could swallow their anger after almost being blown up,” Susie casually tucked a black knife into her waistband and turned to look at the mountain shadows in the night. “People in the academy generally believe in taking revenge immediately.”

Chu Zihang sheathed Murasame and held it in his hand: "The mission isn't over yet."

“Strictly speaking, we are the invaders…” Lu Mingfei followed Susie’s gaze and looked over.

That is Mount Santa Lucia, and you can vaguely see a towering building on the summit—the Basilica of the Sacred Heart, the seat of the Solomon Temple Order.

"No... what are you going to do?" Old Tang suddenly had a bad feeling.

……

Inside Valdis's office.

"Idiot!" Inspector General Shilen casually grabbed Valdis by the collar and threw him away.

Valdis slammed onto the solid wood desk and rolled off.

"Who do you think the Secret Party is? You think you can rest easy just because you killed their commissioner and are in the right?" Shi Lun wanted nothing more than to draw his sword and stab his foolish nephew to death. "Besides, with your meager methods, what makes you so confident that you can kill members of the Secret Party?!"

“Even if we can’t kill them, we can at least injure them,” Valdis said, lying on the ground. “Uncle, with you here, and with the strength of the entire branch hall, we’ll wipe them out here…”

"And then the Secret Society wiped us out here too?" Shilun placed his hand on the hilt of his sword at his waist and sighed. "I should have killed you with one stroke back then!"

"Kill them? I'll kill your sister!" Shi Lun cursed inwardly. Leaving aside the Secret Party's fury at killing a new S-rank, even from a technical standpoint, he might not be able to easily defeat this team composed of one S-rank and two elite A-ranks. After all, even with decades of training and combat experience, his bloodline was still inferior to S-rank, and in the world of hybrids, bloodline was practically everything.

"Uncle!" Valdis exclaimed in surprise.

“Killing you now is pointless,” Shilun said. “What about Carlodis? How is it?”

“Lord Kalodis has been living in the nearby waters, and I check on him every month. Everything is stable,” Valdis said, bowing.

“Very good… In any case, we cannot allow the Secret Party to obtain evidence of the deal, otherwise the Temple’s reputation in Europe will suffer an irreparable blow,” Shiren looked down at Valdis. “You stay at the branch temple and prepare to receive the people to go up the mountain to avoid the flood. I’m going to find Calodis.”

Valdis paused for a moment, then exclaimed in horror, "Uncle, you don't mean to?!"

"This is the only way. Let Carlodis use the alchemical array we built in the town to create a mini tsunami, submerging the evidence along with the entire town. Even the Secret Society won't spend too much effort investigating this matter. Of course, those Secret Society agents should be notified to take refuge. Don't let them die, otherwise it will still be a troublesome matter, especially that S-rank... Forget it, don't worry about them. Even if it's a young S-rank, it's not your place to worry about it, you piece of trash."

"Isn't it going too far to cause a mini tsunami just because of a few young secret service agents?" Valdis asked hesitantly.

It wasn't that he was particularly kind-hearted; it was mainly because he had invested a lot in this town, and the flood would result in heavy losses.

"Building those things and letting Carlodis live here for so long, wasn't it all to deal with this kind of situation?" Shilun said coldly. "I have already consulted the Grand Master, and the Grand Master has ordered us to erase the evidence at all costs. The reputation of the Temple Society cannot suffer such a blow!"

He turned and left, but before he reached the door, he turned back to Valdis: "This is the last chance I'm giving you out of blood ties. If you're still a fool, then I'll have to represent the family and purge the inferior bloodline."

"Yes, Chieftain!" Valdis quickly bowed his head and replied.

……

After seeing Shilun off, Valdis immediately began carrying out the inspector general's orders.

Although they were blood relatives, Valdis had no doubt about the ruthlessness of his clan chief uncle. Very few members of the clan had been executed by him, but each one met a tragic end.

The church is not open to the public late at night, and the clergy among the ordinary people it employs have already gone home to rest. Only a few half-bloods belonging to the Temple Order live directly in the church.

Valdis immediately woke up the people and told them to prepare to receive the people who were going up the mountain to avoid the flood. Since he could not give a reasonable explanation, he simply did not issue a warning to the officials of Vianaburg about the impending mini-flood.

Sitting at his desk, Valdis frowned—he still felt his uncle was making a mountain out of a molehill.

Even if the Secret Society's agents are terrifying, they wouldn't sacrifice the Temple's long-standing efforts in Vianaburg for their sake, would they? Those alchemical matrices, built within the building under the guise of investment, cost so much money that it was even directly recorded on the desks of the Temple's high-ranking officials.

A miniature flood would be enough to turn these alchemical arrays into disposable facilities.

But the Inspector General's orders are not to be questioned, especially since Shi Lun is also his clan chief...

Valdis suddenly felt something was wrong. It had been quite a while since he last gave the order, so why had no one come to report the situation?

Almost at the same time he was thinking this, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in." Valdis intended to give these inefficient subordinates a good scolding, so he looked at the office door with an authoritative gaze.

When a pair of eyes as black as molten gold met his gaze, Valdis felt as if his heart had been ripped apart.

The young man holding the knife was the first to enter.

Valdis recognized him; he was Chu Zihang, the leader of the three men from the Secret Service.

A handsome young man and a tall girl emerged from behind Chu Zihang.

“Mr. Valdis, we are here on behalf of Kassel College to investigate the illegal trafficking and imprisonment of women by the Solomon Temple,” Lu Mingfei stared at the branch temple master, “and we hope you will cooperate with us.”

"Where are my men?" Valdis could roughly guess what had happened, but still clung to a sliver of hope.

“They’re unwilling to cooperate with us, so we have to resort to some slightly tougher measures,” Susie said, raising her gun and pointing it at Valdis. “What’s your choice, Mr. Valdis?”

“Of course I choose to cooperate with the Secret Party…” Valdis raised his hands and slowly stood up from behind his desk.

Then he slammed on a mechanism, and the huge solid wood desk was launched towards the door like a cannonball. The purpose of this mechanism was to launch the heavy and sturdy desk to the doorway to act as an obstacle, buying time for the people in the office to enter the escape shelter.

Actually, there are other lethal mechanisms in the office, but in terms of sheer power, nothing can compare to a large, solid wood desk. It's thick enough to be bulletproof, and the immense force it carries when it flies can crush even the bones of a hybrid.

But the next second, a bright flash of light ripped through the middle of the desk. The thick solid wood could stop bullets, but it couldn't stop the sharpness of Murasame, this alchemical weapon.

As Chu Zihang stepped forward with his knife, and the blade flashed before his eyes, Valdis had the strange feeling that he was already dead.

Fortunately, Chu Zihang did not sever his neck directly, but instead slammed him to the ground with his elbow, the blade pressed against his throat.

"Where is the Chief Inspector?" Chu Zihang asked, looking down.

He didn't kill Valdis for two reasons: first, the academy needed witnesses; second, they had fought their way in and encountered nothing but weaklings, and even Valdis was just a second-rate character.

But there should be a true master here – the Inspector General Shi Lun, one of the five high-ranking members of the Solomon Temple.

Normally, a person of the rank of Inspector General would be accompanied by several personal guards when traveling. These guards should have bloodlines of Grade A or extremely high Grade B. However, Chu Zihang had not seen any such people during the attack.

"The people from Kassel College broke into a branch of the Solomon Temple without permission, and harmed and threatened the branch master," Valdis said, his tone stern but his voice weak. "Do you want to start a war between the two powers?!"

“I bet if things really blow up, the Solomon Temple will say you’re a temporary worker.” Lu Mingfei took two steps forward.

"Senior, he refuses to cooperate. According to school rules, can we use torture to extract a confession?" Lu Mingfei turned to Su Qian and asked.

“No, we’re a legitimate organization,” Susie shook her head. “Besides, none of us have any experience with interrogation; it’s a complicated skill.”

"Tsk, what a pity." Lu Mingfei sighed.

Valdis breathed a sigh of relief.

“However, according to the academy’s regulations, under special circumstances, even if the target has not fallen into becoming a Deadpool, as long as they are judged to be highly dangerous, they can still be eliminated,” Susie said, a black knife floating in her palm. “I’ll do it. I’m faster and it will be less painful.”

"Let me do it, let me do it. How could I trouble you with such dirty work, Senior Sister?" Lu Mingfei eagerly took the black knife from Su Xi's hand.

"You can't do this! I am the section chief of the Solomon Temple!" Valdis exclaimed in terror.

“Yeah, that’s why you’re qualified to be rated as high-risk,” Lu Mingfei said, gripping the black knife and pointing to the door. “Those small fry outside aren’t even worthy of it. Don’t worry, we at Kassel College value humanitarianism. I’m quick on my feet. I even taught myself some thoracic surgery, though I’ve forgotten most of it…”

Lu Mingfei smiled and placed the black knife behind Valdis's head: "One stab through the brainstem, guaranteed to minimize pain. Remember to give my service a good review, dear~"

That handsome, refined face now appeared more grotesque than a demon in Valdis's eyes.

The cold blade pressed against the back of Valdis's head, slowly piercing into his flesh, like a cold worm burrowing into his body.

"Wait, wait, wait... I'll talk, I'll cooperate! Don't kill me!" Valdis shouted. "The Inspector General has gone to that artificial island overseas. He's going to flood Viana Castle with a miniature tsunami to destroy the evidence!"