Lu Mingfei, who had read Dragon Clan before slaying the dragon

"No, but Caesar lost me a Bugatti... Although I rarely drive it because I am worried about the gas cost and can't afford the maintenance fee." Lu Mingfei spoke the truth without any embarrassment.

"So, only you are qualified for this mission. It's not easy to find such a down-to-earth student in Kassel Academy, which is full of elites. Moreover, this student must possess the courage of 'who else but me?'"

"People like this are generally called tuhao or nouveau riche in China."

"Yes, we need someone with the aura of a nouveau riche. Remember, once you enter the auction house, you and I will be strangers. Even though your acting is terrible, this job doesn't require you to test your acting skills. Just be authentic and act like yourself."

"But the premise of a nouveau riche is that a poor person suddenly gets a lot of money... I only meet the first characteristic now. I am very poor. People like me are not nouveau riche, but bumpkins." Lu Mingfei rolled his eyes and said.

"Don't worry, Norma has opened an account for you in a bank in Zurich and deposited 10 million US dollars. The academy will help you make up for the amount that exceeds this amount from the auction. Your task is to spare no effort to obtain the two lots we need." Ange looked at Lu Mingfei's clothes through the rearview mirror. "Well, change your clothes too. There's a full set of Armani and Hiba cigars in the trunk, the favorites of the nouveau riche."

Ange slammed on the brakes and the Maserati stopped abruptly on the side of the road. The friction sound was harsh, and a black scratch like fire was dragged between the tires and the ground.

"Principal, since this is a task that requires your sincere cooperation, there should be some special rewards if it is completed, right?" Lu Mingfei asked before getting off the car.

"Hmm? I'm the principal. Students consider it a great honor to complete a task with me..." The old man looked at Lu Mingfei with a half-smile in his crow's feet. "And you've already won the principal's scholarship from me, which symbolizes the highest honor. You're excellent in every subject, and you have friends like the Lionheart Guild President and the Student Union President. What else do you need? Or rather, what do you want?"

"I was responsible for buying the alchemical weapon... Can I have the right to use it?" Lu Mingfei asked tentatively.

Ange was stunned for a moment, then mumbled, "That's all? I thought it was just like what was said on the Night Watch forum, that you wanted to sit in the chair in my principal's office."

"Principal, don't listen to those people's nonsense. How dare I do that?" Lu Mingfei immediately expressed his loyalty.

"Actually, if you want to sit here, you're welcome. The prerequisite is that you hunt down a true Dragon King, our best 'S'-class." Ange smiled. "As for the right to use the alchemical weapon? That's a small matter. You've helped the academy, and I'll help you defend the board of directors against your accusations of cutting off the track."

"What a loyal old man!" Lu Mingfei gave Ange a thumbs up.

"Then we look forward to meeting you, our young Chinese tycoon, on the battlefield of money and wealth." Angé waved his hand and closed the car window with a smile.

The Maserati sped away. Lu Mingfei watched the car disappear completely from his sight. Then, furious, he took out his cell phone, found a recent contact in the list, and called.

"Jiude Mai, you stinky woman!"

Chapter 116 Dragon King in Armor

The name "Jiude Mai" flashed on the black iPhone. This was the phone Lu Mingze gave him. Because the system of that black N96 was likely under Norma's surveillance, Lu Mingfei usually used this iPhone when contacting people who were not related to Kassel College.

"You should call me Senior Mai." A charming female voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Don't give me that!" Lu Mingfei ignored her. "Please explain. I cut my finger to draw blood and gave you the coordinates so you could salvage the Seven Deadly Sins from Bronze City. Why did I sell them to an auction house?"

"You should ask Potato Chips about this. You know, that girl is our finance minister. I just do manual labor. This is not something I can decide." Jiude Mai betrayed Su Enxi in just two words.

There were faint sounds of blame and cursing from the other end of the phone, followed by the sound of someone chewing potato chips vigorously.

"Let Su Enxi answer the phone." Lu Mingfei tried his best to suppress his anger.

"Well... Enxi, she's not with me. I'll ask her to call you later..." Jiude Mai said vaguely.

"Ma Yi!" Lu Mingfei shouted angrily, "Don't try to pass the buck with me! I heard it, Su Enxi is right next to me. If you don't give me a reasonable explanation today, I won't let you go!"

Lu Mingfei's threat seemed quite intimidating, and complaints such as "It's all your fault" and "What should we do now" were heard again from the other end of the phone.

Over the past six months, Lu Mingfei had become quite familiar with the three of them. They would privately share their experiences and cooperate sincerely on many tasks. He thought that the bridge of trust had gradually become solid and strong, but he didn't expect it to suddenly collapse with a "bang" today.

Women are born liars!

"Ming Fei." Potato Chip Girl's voice came over the phone. "The auction is just a formality. The Seven Deadly Sins will eventually fall into your hands anyway, right? The secret party has no shortage of money. On the contrary, I'm a little short of money lately. Why not take advantage of them if I can?"

"That sounds reasonable... but that's not right!" Lu Mingfei suddenly realized, "You guys got a lot of money from the secret party, and the secret party got the seven deadly sins... but what about me? In the end, I'll get nothing, right?"

"Hey, everyone knows that you, Lu Mingfei, are the perfect candidate to succeed the Secret Party leader. If you ask that old man Ange for a set of alchemical swords to play with, will he really refuse you? It's essentially the same if it's in the hands of the Kassel Academy or you." Su Enxi coaxed, "The salvage cost alone cost us nearly two million US dollars. Mai was almost arrested by the HNA Administration for some kind of female diver pervert."

"Stop talking nonsense. It's impossible for any normal person to catch that girl. I've fought with her and worked with her before, and she's as slippery as a loach!" Lu Mingfei yelled.

"Don't think I can't hear you. Who are you calling a loach?" Jiude Mai on the other end dodged the phone, her voice becoming sharp with anger.

No man has ever described her in such a vicious way!

"Alright, alright. Everyone knows that you, Mai, are naturally beautiful, sexy, and unrestrained. You have absolutely nothing to do with creatures like loaches." Su Enxi tried to calm Jiude Mai down on the phone, then changed the subject, "As for Mingfei, once the auction funds arrive, you'll naturally receive a portion of your reward."

"How much?" Lu Mingfei asked calmly.

"One quarter."

"Deal!" Lu Mingfei made the final decision without any complaints.

"So, there is no problem that money can't solve! You are helping the secret party spend money, but you are making money for yourself, so don't complain!" Su Enxi said carelessly.

"Wait a minute, I have another question," Lu Mingfei said. "The principal said there's a set of alchemical armor that looks like it's Dragon King-level among the items being auctioned this time. Do you know what that is?"

"Did Ange also get this news?" Su Enxi's tone sounded a little surprised. "No wonder. With the secret party's methods, it's not difficult to find out this information."

"I can tell you for sure, it's not a suspected Dragon King-level armor, but a set of Dragon King-level alchemical armor, of the same rank as the Seven Deadly Sins, and probably made by the world's greatest alchemist, the King of Bronze and Fire." Su Enxi revealed the secret in a deep voice.

"So... if the Seven Deadly Sins are the weapons of the Bronze and Fire King, then this set of alchemical armor is the protective gear of the Bronze and Fire King?" Lu Mingfei asked while silently thinking about something.

"No." Su Enxi denied Lu Mingfei's guess. "There's no such record. I suspect this set of equipment was forged from bronze and fire for another Dragon King, a Dragon King with whom he had a close relationship. The specific one is still unknown."

"What's the origin of this item?" Lu Mingfei dug deeper.

"According to rumors, the armor originated from China... It was sent across borders by SF Express, and it was a cash on delivery item. The anonymous seller is very low-key and has never shown up. Sotheby's auction house also strictly adheres to the principle of keeping the seller's identity confidential, so it is difficult to investigate further." Su Enxi said.

SF Express sent alchemy equipment... Lu Mingfei felt that this seller was also a talent.

"understood."

Lu Mingfei nodded. A roar came from the distance. He saw a magnificent black Lincoln car driving towards him. In the sunlight, the polished car body shone with a dark luster, like a long black whale on the sea.

"I'm hanging up first." Without waiting for recovery, Lu Mingfei quickly pressed the red end call button and put the iPhone in his pocket.

"Mingfei!"

"Wait a minute!"

"Hey, hey... I haven't finished talking yet!"

Su Enxi looked at the communication on the screen that had been unilaterally cut off by Lu Mingfei, and angrily grabbed a handful of potato chips and stuffed them into her mouth, her chest heaving violently.

"Damn it! I haven't even reminded him that our agent went with them. They need to cooperate!" Su Enxi swore incoherently, potato chips in her mouth. "This guy hung up the phone in a hurry without even listening to what I said. Is he in a hurry to reincarnate?"

"What a difficult kid." Jiude Mai sighed.

"Who said it wasn't!" Su Enxi bit the potato chips hard.

……

A black Lincoln was driving through the downtown area, and suddenly, without warning, it turned into a small road in the alley. The gray sign read "Pennsylvania Road".

Two rows of skyscrapers sandwich this gap-like path in the middle, like a crack in the high wall that blocks out the sky. These buildings were built in the 1950s, when Chicago was the most luxurious metropolitan era, a full sixty years ago.

Over time, the limestone surface has peeled off, revealing the desolation of a ruined aristocracy. The sunlight is completely blocked by high-rise buildings. The narrow streets are dark and deep. At the end of the road stands a huge square building. There are no windows on the towering walls, only a row of large exhaust fans near the top that are slowly turning, like the most closed cell in the world.

Chicago Civic Opera.

This was once a place where celebrities gathered. Sixty years ago, every night here was crowded with luxury cars and modern girls. Polite gentlemen came here with their young female companions to enjoy elegant piano music and musicals. Every time a guest arrived, the waiter would read out the guest's name loudly, like a ceremonial announcement.

But it has long been in decline. Today's young people go to cinemas, shopping malls or amusement parks for dates. The opera house belongs to the glory of the last era. Occasionally, people come to listen to a performance and then leave because of nostalgia.

But today it has come back to life, with sedans and sports cars of almost all high-end brands lined up at the door, with their red, white, yellow and green taillights flashing like neon lights.

The heavy car door opened, and men in black tuxedos or evening gowns got out. They all wore white embroidered shirts, and their hair was either parted or slicked back, the kind you only see in old movies, and they were smeared with thick hair oil, making them shiny.

The hand that then stretched out from the car was often wearing long white velvet gloves, and a small silver diamond-studded ladies' watch was worn outside the gloves. The man held that hand with his fingertips and lightly pulled out a beautiful female companion wrapped in mink and wearing a formal dress. Her slender heels stepped on the ground, and her long legs stretched out in a graceful arc.

Men and women walked hand in hand towards the opera house. In the mist, time seemed to go back sixty years to the golden age of Chicago in 1950.

Until a polished black Lincoln slowly stopped beside the red carpet at the entrance of the opera house, the very perceptive waiter saw at a glance the old-fashioned and aura of the car. He trotted down the steps and came to the car window with a smile on his face.

The black anti-peep window slowly lowered, and a bony young hand stretched out, with a dark red invitation card sandwiched between the slender index and middle fingers.

The waiter hurriedly took the invitation and read out the unfamiliar and strange name loudly: "Welcome, Mr. Ricardo!"

It was like welcoming a chief coming from afar.

The driver got out of the car, his waist straight and his black clothes with gold-plated buttons on them.

The guests passing by followed closely... If the driver was so dignified, how dignified must this "Mr. Ricardo" be?

The driver respectfully opened the back door, and a young man with light blond hair came out, hunched over, and glanced coldly at the guests coming and going. He stood tall and straight, with a blank expression on his face, and looked as noble as the young master of the largest chaebol in South Korea.

He put on black sunglasses to cover his handsome face, rolled up the cuffs of his striped shirt and took a look at the exquisite Patek Philippe watch.

"Sir, the auction is about to begin. Please follow me inside." The waiter bowed to the young guest.

The distinguished guest waved his hand expressionlessly, turned and walked to a silver extended Bentley in the back, bowed slightly and opened the door, "Please, sir."

The guests who stopped in their tracks were shocked. It turned out that this imposing young man... was just a car door opener!

Then what kind of extraordinary demeanor should the real owner have?

The car door slowly opened, and the owner made a brilliant appearance. A foot wearing Adidas sneakers was the first to reach out from the back seat... Wait, Adidas sneakers?

The guests looked at each other, each wondering: Did this gentleman... mistakenly wear his servant's shoes when he went out? Adidas sneakers aren't necessarily bad, but in an occasion like today, they always seem a bit...

However, what followed was something even more confusing and left them all silent...an alternative outfit.

Following the sneakers, what caught the eye was a pair of Levi's wide-leg jeans, then a Calvin Klein long shirt, then a plain but overly young face, and then black shaggy hair without any hairspray or hair oil... No suit, no windbreaker, no leather shoes, not even any decorations or modern female companions. The young man who got out of the Bentley with full expectations was dressed so plainly that he looked like he had come to a gym instead of a celebrity auction!

Little did they know that the only CK long shirt on the young man that looked worthy of their attention was a gift from his senior brother on his birthday last year... Lu Mingfei would never be willing to spend thousands or even tens of thousands of dollars on a piece of clothing!

For a moment, the guests coming and going looked at the young man dressed in "back to nature" clothes, not knowing whether to sneer or admire him.

"What's going on, Mingfei? Where are the Armani suit and Rolex watch I prepared for you?" Ange's low voice sounded in his ears. The principal, who was used to seeing all kinds of things, now sounded a little... confused.

"Principal, I tried it, but it feels really awkward on me... Isn't CK good too? At least I'm still the unique one, right?" Lu Mingfei adjusted the miniature microphone hidden under his chin.

Ange was silent. For a moment, he didn't know what to say. This young man always seemed to bring him different surprises... Different? Actually, Lu Mingfei's outfit was no different from the one he wore to a wedding in slippers and a vest.

"Please... please follow me." The waiter led Lu Mingfei inside with some stammering. They passed through dimly lit passages, which looked like corridors through sewers. The air was filled with a mixture of various perfumes and hair oils. The word "fragrant" could no longer be used to describe it, but rather "strong", making people dizzy.

Until they arrived inside the opera house.

The stark contrast between darkness and light reminded Lu Mingfei of a text he had learned in junior high school, "Peach Blossom Spring"... "At first it was very narrow, but then it became passable. After walking a few dozen steps, it suddenly became clear."

The towering pillars were painted dark red, and giant diamond lamps reflected colorful light one after another. The golden dome and walls were painted with Western gods, gorgeous and terrifying. The Juliet roses on the velvet carpet were stained with crimson, guiding the guests to the seats with serial numbers inscribed on yellow bronze plates.

Lu Mingfei followed the waiter, walking through strange gazes. The VIPs looked at him as if he was looking at some kind of monster that didn't fit in. The waiter who led him also had a dull and cold face the whole time... although his dress was indeed unconventional.

Until he sat down in the seat marked "No. 24", he looked around, and curious and mocking eyes swept over him like an overwhelming tide that seemed to drown him.

Is it funny? Maybe... Lu Mingfei laughed along for some reason, sitting alone in the corner without saying a word.

Don't be timid, first suppress and then praise!

Chapter 117 The Queen at the Dragon Feast

The guests, all dressed in gorgeous clothes, took their seats one after another. They seemed to be very familiar with each other, and the sound of greetings could be heard constantly, with occasional giggles from the ladies.

Only Lu Mingfei was sitting alone, as if isolated from the world and pushed to the corner of the world.

The opera house was not big, but the hundreds of seats were almost all filled with people, like a beehive magnified a thousand times, with each cell filled with a corresponding drone, rubbing their hands and ready to go, and bursts of buzzing could be heard.

"Hey, hey, hey, look at all these fake faces. No one wants to take off the mask of hypocrisy. Some people I haven't seen in ten years, but now they act like they're neighbors next door. How stupid, isn't it?"

A very unsociable grumbling sound came from Lu Mingfei's left. He turned around and saw a young man who looked slightly older than him sitting next to him at seat 25, talking to himself. His red hair was flamboyant and majestic, which reminded Lu Mingfei of the flamingo with a furious crown that he saw in the zoo during the spring outing in junior high school.

"Hey, friend, you look different from them." The red-haired young man came over. His personality seemed to be the same as his appearance. He was so extroverted that he seemed to have some kind of social anxiety disorder.

"Are you referring to my... appearance?" Lu Mingfei pointed at his out-of-place outfit.

"And your character." The red-haired young man smiled and gave Lu Mingfei a high evaluation. "You don't seem hypocritical at all, like gold in a trash can."

"This is the first time we meet, it might be too early to talk about his character." Lu Mingfei smiled, thinking that this guy might have just sneaked out of the mental hospital next door.

"Don't doubt me, I'm always good at judging people." The red-haired young man snapped his fingers cockily, then suddenly whispered in a voice only Lu Mingfei could hear, "Neo Gonzales, just call me Neo."

Neo——bird… Could this guy really be a flamingo? Lu Mingfei couldn't help but wonder.

"The only two people in the entire auction hall who looked different to me were you and the lady in the front row, number 38, wearing a pure white crystal dress. She was so elegant, like Her Majesty the Queen reigning supreme." Neo's eyes were burning as he looked diagonally forward. "I think I must be in love!"

Lu Mingfei followed Neo's gaze. He was shocked at first, then silent... Fortunately, this flamingo brother was obsessed with girl No. 38 and had no time to care about Lu Mingfei's emotional changes when he saw girl No. 38.

"Huo Lie...Brother Neo, do you know her?" Lu Mingfei asked.

"do not know."

"So the prerequisite for love should be that the other person likes you too, but you don't even know each other yet..." Lu Mingfei said calmly.

"Well, it doesn't matter. Love always comes unexpectedly. She will know me and fall in love with me. After all, I am the only one in the world who is worthy of picking that cold and beautiful flower." Neo seemed to have fallen in love and was a little unconscious.

Lu Mingfei twitched the corner of his mouth. He really wanted to wake up this daydreamer. Neo didn't know girl No. 38 but he was very familiar with her. Based on his understanding of girls' personalities, the probability that she would like someone like Neo was... totally impossible!

The lights in the venue began to go out one by one, leaving only the giant chandelier in the center of the dome still lit. Hundreds of inverted diamond-shaped crystals reflected the hazy light in all directions.