Dragon Raja: The Divine Man Lu Mingfei

After hearing Lu Mingfei's explanation, Nuonuo was completely stunned, as if struck by lightning, her mind going blank for a moment. She opened her mouth, but no sound came out. Her heart was in turmoil, never expecting the truth about her existence to be so cruel—that she had never been a real "person" from the beginning, but merely a carefully cultivated vessel, a tool used to steal the Black King's power.

Just as her mind was in complete chaos, unsure of what to say or do, the Chen family patriarch, who had been lying on the ground like a dead dog, stirred.

The Chen family patriarch opened his eyes groggily, feeling as if he had just had an incredibly vivid nightmare. One second he was being held in the palm of a huge, colorful dragon, the earth-shattering pressure making it hard for him to even breathe, the next second he found himself lying in what looked like a hotel suite, with two people sitting on the sofa next to him, a man and a woman.

The man looked nonchalant, sipping what appeared to be coffee or milk tea, while the woman stared intently at him. Her gaze seemed strangely familiar, as if he'd seen her somewhere before…

The Chen family patriarch struggled to his feet, rubbing his aching temples, and finally saw the girl's face clearly. His brows furrowed suddenly, and he questioned her sternly, "Mo Tong, where is this place? Why are you here? And who is he? Why are you with him?" A barrage of questions came out like a machine gun, befitting a patriarch.

Before Nuonuo could even speak, Lu Mingfei lost his composure and spat out the milk tea he had just drunk, spraying it all over the Chen family patriarch's face.

"Hahahaha... No, buddy, don't you even care about your own situation?" Lu Mingfei laughed so hard he couldn't stand up straight, pointing at the milk tea stains on the Chen family patriarch's face. "Why do you start spouting classic feudal patriarchal platitudes the moment you open your mouth? Are you some remnant from the Qing Dynasty?"

The Chen family patriarch frowned even deeper. He wiped the milk tea off his face, his expression turning ashen, and stared coldly at Lu Mingfei: "Young man, didn't your family teach you about respect and etiquette?"

Hearing this, Lu Mingfei laughed instead: "Indeed, you're right. Since you also know what the proper etiquette is, then hurry up and kneel down and kowtow three times, then call me 'Father' so I can hear it."

"Hmph!" The Chen family patriarch's eyes revealed extreme disgust for Lu Mingfei, but he didn't get angry. As an old fox who had been navigating the mixed-blood world for decades, he knew very well that the current situation was unclear, and he didn't yet know the other party's background. At this time, he should remain rational and not easily fall for someone's provocation. He forcibly suppressed his anger and turned to Nuonuo, continuing to ask, "Chen Motong, answer me, why are you here?"

"Look, as expected of the head of an old mixed-race family, he's really good at being a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle, tsk tsk tsk." Seeing that the Chen family head was planning to ignore him, Lu Mingfei put his arm around Nuonuo's shoulder, pulled her into his arms, and continued to mock her.

Nuonuo didn't resist, letting Lu Mingfei hold her in his arms. Ever since her mother died before her eyes, she had always hated the Chen family, hated all the rules and constraints there, hated that they treated her as a tool for family alliances. Now that she knew her true identity, her hatred for the Chen family had only intensified. Therefore, she didn't hesitate to do anything that could anger the head of the Chen family.

The Chen family patriarch glanced at Lu Mingfei, his anger turning into chilling killing intent. He quickly concealed this, turning back to Nuonuo and saying coldly, "Chen Motong, I told you your future husband can only be Caesar! Who gave you the audacity to fool around with another man?!"

"Wow, arranged marriages? You're such a feudal remnant!" Lu Mingfei was shocked by the Chen family patriarch's thunderous statement. He widened his eyes dramatically. "What era are we living in? Still doing this? Are you living in a dream?"

The Chen family patriarch looked at the silent Nuonuo and was about to say something more when Lu Mingfei suddenly raised his hand to interrupt him: "Stop, stop, stop. This farce ends here. I didn't release you to watch you perform a feudal family ethics drama. Now, I'll ask you a question, you answer it, understand?" His tone instantly turned cold, and his eyes carried an undeniable authority, completely different from his previous nonchalant demeanor.

The moment the Chen family patriarch was stared at by those pure black eyes, he felt as if his blood had frozen instantly. A bone-chilling cold crept up his spine, and every cell screamed in terror. Instinctively, he wanted to activate his mixed-blood bloodline, releasing his golden eyes—symbols of noble lineage—to counter this oppressive force. This was his confidence as the head of an established family, and his instinctive reaction to danger.

No matter how he tried to draw upon the power deep within his bloodline, his body remained as still as a stagnant pool. His golden eyes failed to light up; instead, the oppressive feeling emanating from the depths of his soul grew increasingly intense, making it difficult for him to breathe. Under the gaze of those dark eyes, his proud bloodline seemed like a joke. He had instantly fallen from a high-ranking, noble mixed-race patriarch to a powerless ordinary person.

This stark contrast filled him with extreme fear. His body began to tremble uncontrollably, his legs shook like leaves, his knees buckled, and a powerful urge surged from the depths of his blood, urging him to kneel down and submit to the owner of those dark eyes.

But he was the head of the Chen family, the face of the Chen family, and his pride and dignity over the years did not allow him to make such a humiliating move. He gritted his teeth and used all his strength to support himself, his legs struggling repeatedly between "kneeling" and "standing up," and his body swayed violently, looking like a scarecrow being blown about by the wind, both comical and pathetic.

"Tell me everything you know about Nuonuo," Lu Mingfei asked casually.

The Chen family patriarch gritted his teeth so hard they were almost crushed. His reason screamed that he couldn't speak, but his body seemed to be out of control, and words involuntarily escaped his throat: "Frigga's technology was provided by the Gattuso family... Chen Motong is Frigga No. 3, the closest creation to perfection..." Every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, filled with endless humiliation and resentment.

He looked into Lu Mingfei's unfathomable black eyes, feeling as if his soul had been gripped tightly, utterly powerless to resist. "The Gattuso family wants her to be Caesar's bride, to assist him in becoming the true emperor… I don't know the specifics of how it will be carried out…" His voice trailed off, his face filled with pain. "However, the Gattuso family has promised that, once the plan is complete, the Chen family will share in this supreme glory…"

Having said all this, the Chen family patriarch deflated like a punctured balloon, unable to hold on any longer. He knelt on the ground, his face filled with humiliation and fear. He knew he had no way out.

"Hmm, very good, now you're done." Lu Mingfei nodded in satisfaction, and with a casual wave of his hand, he tossed the slumped Chen family head back into the void as if he were throwing away trash.

He wasn't worried at all that the Chen family head would lie. Under his terrifyingly powerful mental suppression, let alone a mere half-blood family head, even Nidhogg himself probably wouldn't be able to lie. In fact, with his abilities, he could directly invade the Chen family head's mind and read all his memories and information; that would be more direct and accurate.

But Lu Mingfei rarely does this. He feels that directly reading other people's memories is an act that is extremely disrespectful to their privacy, and as a theoretically righteous partner, such behavior is highly unacceptable.

Of course, enemies are an exception. He will not show mercy to those he has identified as enemies, but the head of the Chen family is clearly not worthy of such treatment.