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

"Of course that's quite different!" Lu Mingfei suddenly became excited. "For example, if a good-for-nothing fell in love with a girl, it would be quite tragic! The girl he liked might be pursued by his mortal enemy, and the girl he liked might be engaged to his boss... It's like a gambler who always loses money. Every time he falls in love with someone, it's like going to the gambling table, but in the end he always loses everything and loses all his chips. When others ask him about it, he can only say with a gloomy face, "I lost money again!"

"It sounds terrible." Chu Zihang said.

"But who can say for sure about falling in love with someone? A silly boy might suddenly become wise, and a loser might have a change of fortune." Lu Mingfei raised his head and smiled. "Who knows, there might be an equally silly and adorable little princess from the underworld who'll be attracted to the silly boy's silliness. She might not like elites and cool guys, but only like losers. She can spend a million just to support you and share her only world with you. You have the same hobbies, you both like playing games, watching Ultraman, and drinking a cup of steaming hot milk before bed. Even thinking about it will make you feel that it is more beautiful than the sunset in Meizu Temple Town. Looking at each other's profile will make you feel that the world has never been so gentle... Isn't this love? This is love! There can be so many reasons, or it can be completely unreasonable!"

"That makes sense." Chu Zihang nodded, his expression gradually becoming serious. If there was a notebook nearby, he would even want to pick it up and start taking notes.

"What about you, Senior Brother? What makes you fall in love with someone?" Lu Mingfei, like a teacher in class, suddenly picked out the dull and ignorant student Chu Zihang to ask a question, "A slim figure? A straightforward temper? A pleasant smell? Or an angelic face..."

Chu Zihang remained silent. Every little bit Lu Mingfei said seemed to piece together a part of the girl. Gradually, the girl seemed to emerge from the darkness, her vague silhouette becoming distinct and audible... He recalled the scene of waking up for the first time after sleeping for many days.

It was like the falling stars, the long night was about to end, and an angel came leaning over with a touch of gentle sunshine.

But Chu Zihang opened his mouth, unable to utter a single word. He had never liked anyone before, so he couldn't tell... Was this love? Was it not... Was it not? Was it?

There was a regular knock on the door. Today was the day Chu Zihang's intensive care unit was open. As the president of the Lionheart Club, it wasn't unusual for someone to come visit. It would be strange if no one came.

"Brother, we can't make every decision perfectly, leaving no regrets in our lives. But regrets are something that we should have as few as possible... Don't keep your love for someone a secret. It's worthless if you take it to your grave, and it won't even count as a burial object." Lu Mingfei stood up and looked at Chu Zihang. Chu Zihang saw himself in those dark eyes... the rigid and stubborn self.

"For people like us, life is already bitter and tiring. If you close your eyes and open them again and see an angelic girl, that's the candy God has given you... For such a little sweetness, you can even betray God himself."

After speaking, Lu Mingfei opened the door to the ward. Lancelot led a group of Lionheart Club officials into the room. Each of them held yellow and white flowers, with cards tucked between the petals. They all wished him well, such as "Get well soon" or "Live a long life." Lancelot had specifically researched these online; such greetings seemed quite popular in China.

The executive department headed by Schneider and the freshman fraternity headed by Qi Lan were queuing up at the back. After Lu Mingfei greeted them, he walked past everyone and looked back at Chu Zihang who was surrounded by people at the back of the crowd.

He lay among flowers and blessings, looking up at the ceiling, looking like an empty body without a soul.

……

Lu Mingfei gently pushed open the door of the Amber Hall. Ever since he won the Freedom Day Championship, Caesar had rented this villa on campus as a venue for student union activities and his own residence. He even spent a lot of money to decorate it into a luxurious "Roman court style". After pushing open the door, the luxurious atmosphere hit him in the face.

Along with it, a strong sour smell hit me in the face. Even in the hall of Amber Hall, which was as big as a basketball court, the smell was particularly strong... Nono was sitting on the sofa, Caesar was standing behind her, his hands on her shoulders, saying something intimately, and the long table on the dance floor in front of them was filled with black sealing boxes.

"Did I come at the wrong time?" Lu Mingfei felt tired for no reason. Perhaps it was because he didn't check the almanac before going out. No matter where he went and opened the door, he was fed with dog food.

"What a coincidence! We just finished a combat meeting." Caesar invited Lu Mingfei in. "Coffee or tea?"

"No need, senior. I'm just here to deliver something. I won't waste your time." Lu Mingfei glanced at Nuo Nuo lying on the sofa. The two of them didn't look like they were discussing a battle meeting or something like that.

"You really think too much." Caesar smiled and shook his head, clapping his hands lightly, "Xia Mi."

A head popped out from the black boxes, like a mole from a hole. She was wearing dark sunglasses, a colorful knitted hat, and a gray cotton mask... It was vaguely recognizable as Xia Mi.

"The three of us were indeed holding a combat meeting just now. You know, it's not just you and Chu Zihang's team that's heading to China, but us as well. Those black boxes were delivered by the Equipment Department an hour ago." Caesar glanced at Xia Mi and kindly reminded her, "The nano-filter in that mask can block most of the poison gas, but it makes breathing difficult. But it's better to take off your hat and sunglasses...that's a bomb."

Lu Mingfei rolled his eyes. This was indeed the style of those crazy guys in the Equipment Department. Those guys would always make bombs out of some unexpected things. His own Guanze Zhengzong had also exploded after being repaired by them... At that time, he had his head resting on the scabbard and his head was almost split open!

Xia Mi took off her hat and sunglasses with a lack of interest, and then she took a fancy to a silver lighter. She pressed the button excitedly, and the lighter played an old Japanese song praising love, "Shiretoko Travel Love", and at the same time, it spewed out a dazzling tongue of fire, like a sharp lightsaber. The old song praising love instantly turned into a fight between old lovers.

"Here's the lighter for you. There's also a howitzer and a flamethrower in the box. You can take them upstairs and study them to your heart's content." Caesar smiled at Xia Mi, his words coaxing a child. Then he looked at Nuonuo and said softly, "Can Mingfei and I talk alone?"

Nuonuo nodded and took Xia Mi to the kitchen on the second floor, where there were cakes and muffins.

Lu Mingfei sat on the sofa and placed a heavy cowhide envelope on the coffee table.

"You are very trustworthy. I thought you were going to hand it over to me after the mission. After all, our two teams are rivals this time." Caesar picked up the envelope and took a look inside.

The photocopied documents were filled with densely packed text in Old English, Hebrew, and Latin, making it difficult to understand. The illustrations were even more bizarre: a woman caressing a lion, a hanged man, a jackal, a golden wheel encircled by swords and snakes... It resembled ancient tarot cards, but this was far more dangerous. The parchment scrolls were engraved with witchcraft, alchemy, and black magic, the mystical sciences that originated from the great dragon race.

The bloody document was even more detailed than anything Chu Zihang had ever read!

"We are no match for them. Our enemy is the Dragon Clan, there is no doubt about that." Lu Mingfei shook his head slightly. "Besides, since you helped my brother, it is only natural for me to bring you what you want."

Chapter 147 Those Dead Kids Who Never Grow Up

Caesar took the papers out of the manila envelope, stroked them, and couldn't help but admire them.

"What a treasure! In the Middle Ages, a parchment scroll could be exchanged for an entire wine cellar. It was truly priceless! Only the most elite collectors could possess a parchment scroll. They would often place it in the most conspicuous place in their manor and set up heavy guards, wanting to show off but also fearing theft."

"Top craftsmen wrote on precious sheepskin. After writing, the bones of their index fingers were cut off and used as cover decoration to show the uniqueness of this book. It is a treasure that only exists in the world!"

"It's said that the Library of Alexandria once contained 30,000 parchment scrolls, collected from almost every corner of the world. However, they were burned to ashes by the Arab army, along with the dragon clan's secrets. Occultism declined for thousands of years."

As he spoke, Caesar suddenly looked up, his icy blue eyes staring directly at Lu Mingfei. "You know, when you first told me you also had the 'Blood Rage Information', I didn't believe you. But when you really brought it here... I still can't understand. Even if Chu Zihang and you have a good relationship, he wouldn't share this with you, so I'm very curious, how did you get it?"

"Sorry, senior, I can't tell you about this." Lu Mingfei smiled mysteriously, "After all, everyone has some secrets, right?"

"That's right." Caesar nodded. "But wouldn't Chu Zihang be angry if he knew you did this? After all, before this, 'Blood Rage' could be said to be his unique secret technique. I've seen your Chinese martial arts films, and sometimes brothers will kill each other for a precious secret technique, and the entire martial arts world will be in a bloodbath... You have such a close relationship with him, and you just turned around and gave his unique secret technique to his opponent?"

"Even if I don't give it to you, you can ask Su Si for it. After all, it's for Chu Zihang, so she can do this." Lu Mingfei said, and then sighed, "As for my senior brother, he... is too stubborn, as stubborn as a dead child. Is the blood-bursting technique a precious treasure? It should be a deadly poison!"

"Damn kid?" Caesar was stunned. "The person I always regarded as my opponent is just a dead kid?"

"Pay with one's life to gain power... Isn't this what one would do when one is desperate? But he always pushes himself into a desperate situation, with a cold face, taking a gamble, as if every tomorrow is the end of the world... If this isn't a dead kid, then what is?" Lu Mingfei leaned against the windowsill, looking at the brightly lit ruins of the "Foundation Well" construction site.

The equipment department worked overnight, rebuilding and analyzing the broken walls to see if the culprit was a giant dragon.

"How old are you this year?" Caesar was stunned by the boy's mature tone. He remembered that Lu Mingfei seemed to have just entered the sophomore year this year.

"Nineteen years old, the prime of life," Lu Mingfei replied. "But senior, we're not discussing age. Some people experience things early on and grow up quickly, but some people just can't grow up no matter what they go through... Actually, it's not that they can't grow up, but that they don't want to. Because once they grow up easily, it seems like many of the things they once insisted on disappear silently... Isn't that the case for everyone? We grow through loss. Although the road of life is long, the critical points are often only a few steps. We spend a lot of time confused, but grow in a few moments."

"...I can't believe that such words came out of the mouth of a nineteen-year-old guy." Caesar raised his glass, drank along with the words, and sighed sincerely.

"I didn't say that. I read it in books like Lu Yao's 'Life' and Liu Qing's 'The History of Entrepreneurship'. You can read them when you have time." Lu Mingfei looked away and looked at Caesar. "By the way, senior, when do you plan to get engaged to me?"

Caesar nearly spit his freshly sipped red wine into Lu Mingfei's face... What was this abrupt turn of events? How could the conversation flow so seamlessly from philosophy to family matters? Wasn't he lamenting the bitterness of life just one moment? How could he be ignited by a raging fire of gossip the next? This gossip fire was incredibly scorching!

"Don't be nervous, senior. I'm just asking casually. After all, you two are the most promising couple in the academy right now," said Lu Mingfei.

"Let's do it on this trip to China. You know, Nuonuo is from China, just like you." Caesar took out a handkerchief and wiped his lips. The pure white handkerchief was stained with a hint of crimson, just like the color of a girl's hair. "I haven't thought about the specific content yet, but I have a general idea. I want to hold an engagement party in a more Chinese style, like the style of Qing Dynasty princesses, and hire a heavy metal band. This kind of mix and match must be very interesting! Do you have any good suggestions?"

Caesar was so excited that he was ready to fight. Lu Mingfei opened his mouth, feeling embarrassed to dampen his high spirits, "As long as you are happy, Senior..."

"What do you think, Chu Zihang?" Caesar suddenly asked.

"Huh? What's wrong with senior brother? Is he going to have an engagement party too?" Lu Mingfei was obviously stunned. If Chu Zihang was going to have an engagement party, shouldn't he be the first to receive the news?

"I mean, who do you think is better, him, Xia Mi, or Susie?" Gossip is indeed the fourth instinct of human beings. Even Caesar is no exception. He casually ignited the fire of gossip about Chu Zihang who was far away in the ward. The tone of his question to Lu Mingfei was like a gossip woman in the village asking Chu Zihang's family.

"That's his own business, Senior Brother. I won't interfere." Lu Mingfei shook his head gently. "I'll bless him no matter who he chooses, but from what I know about him, he's more likely to choose no one. He's just such a stubborn person. It seems that as long as he's alone, he can do whatever he wants without any worries, like a desperado... I just hope my advice can play a role, so that he won't be so stubborn at the critical moment."

"Are you really his junior apprentice?" Caesar joked, "From your tone, you sound more like an enemy."

"Of course it's my junior brother! Even if he's stubborn and foolish... he's still my senior brother! He's helped me a lot, and now it's my turn to help him." Lu Mingfei suddenly changed the subject, "I take back what I said about not interfering with him. If he's still unconscious at the critical moment, I'll be responsible for beating him awake!"

"Very impressive! Beating up Chu Zihang? I've been thinking about it for a long time. If it's convenient, you can use your phone to record a video or something. I'll buy it at a high price!" Caesar clapped his hands softly. "By the way, the equipment department sent a lot of stuff. You have a point. Although our two teams are competitors, our ultimate goal is to slay the dragon. You can take away any equipment you like."

"Thank you, senior, but no thanks." Lu Mingfei shook his head slightly and prepared to leave. Nuonuo and Xia Mi just popped their heads out from the second-floor window, with cake residue on the corners of their mouths, like two spoiled princesses or two thieving cats.

"By the way, we can have two female warrior performances at the engagement party. The bright red costumes and high-pitched singing voices will be festive and better than a heavy metal band. And the Qing Dynasty princess style is actually not very popular. It would be more suitable for Senior Sister to change to the Republic of China cheongsam style." Before leaving, Lu Mingfei hesitated for a moment, but still gave a suggestion.

"Thank you." Caesar raised his glass politely, and Nono and Xia Mi at the second-floor window also waved at him.

Pushing open the door of the Amber Pavilion, the evening breeze blows in with silence. Thousands of treetops in the dense forest of Kassel sway in the wind, and the swaying shadows of the trees seem to be communicating secrets that have not been told for hundreds of years.

"Death is clearly the most irresponsible thing. Going to die with ease, thinking you're being generous and carefree, will only make the people who care about you the most sad. So don't die so easily, brother... I won't let you die!"

The boy's last sentence was filled with a strong sense of ruthlessness. His voice was very soft, like a whisper, but it was so resolute that even the evening breeze could not cover it or blow it away.

……

Italy, Rome, Gattuso family.

Frost held his forehead with his hand. Patsy stood respectfully in front of the desk, on which lay a pile of A4 papers, which contained the report on the hearing.

"Andrew really didn't disappoint me. He is indeed an idiot! Originally, I didn't intend to bring down Ange with just one hearing, but I thought I could at least shake Ange's position... But this guy has made Ange's position more stable, and it seems like our board of directors is full of idiots like this!" Frost said coldly.

"He's been fired. Law firms around the world will blacklist the name 'Andrew Gattuso.'" Percy lowered his head. "I made a mistake this time, too."

"I don't blame you. Their tactics are almost shameless. They flatly denied Chu Zihang's existence... It's amazing that they could come up with such a plan! And that Lu Mingfei is indeed difficult to deal with. He's an 'S' rank like Ange. He may very well be our number one enemy in the future!"

"Then do you want to..." Pasi formed his palm into a knife and slashed it across his neck. He had no way to compete with Lu Mingfei, but the entire Gattuso family definitely had the ability to do so!

"No, just like why we kept Ange around. The same goes for Lu Mingfei. They are both irreplaceable weapons in our fight against the dragons. Until the dragons are destroyed, the tips of our weapons must be pointed in the opposite direction. Now is not the time to compromise our own strength." Frost sighed. "What hurts me even more is Caesar... This child seems to never understand the love his family has for him."

"Master may just...haven't grown up yet."

"Yes, he's still a rebellious brat. When he grows up, he'll understand the family's good intentions for him." Frost nodded, rarely showing his doting side towards his younger generation. "Have you found the source of the bounty at the Hunter's Market?"

"No, the ID that posted this is an experienced hunter. According to reliable information, he was ready to retire. But two months ago, he was looking for a relic in Guatemala and encountered a swarm of leeches. Thousands of leeches sucked him dry. Because there were too many bones in that rainforest, they couldn't tell which one was his. The police irresponsibly listed him on the missing persons list, and the hunter website was unable to cancel his ID... But that ID has not been active for two months, and it recently reappeared, like a ghost back from hell!" said Percy.

"Ghost? Where in the world are ghosts?" Frost sneered. "It's a common trick, but very arrogant. The person who posted it must be a half-blood!"

"But he's challenging the authority of the hybrid world. Dragon secrets must not be revealed to humans. This is a rule that all hybrids adhere to," Percy said. "Yet he just said it openly, as if he was staging a farce to lead thousands of hybrids around the world to collectively slay dragons."

"Does anyone really think a thousand ants could kill an elephant? They'd only give the elephant a few more stomps!" Frost sneered. "Dragon slaying? I think the perpetrator would rather see half-bloods flocking to their deaths! It's more like a grand fireworks display. The more gunpowder and ash, the brighter and more eye-catching the fireworks will be!"

"What this means is that the person behind the scenes actually wants to make this dragon-slaying incident more eye-catching? The more onlookers there are, the more casualties there will be, and the greater the glory will be for the person who finally slays the dragon's head?" Percy asked.

"Very likely. But he miscalculated one thing. It's not all ants that are tearing at the elephant this time. Caesar is among them! Ultimately, the honor will belong to Caesar, 'Fenrisulfr,' the King of Earth and Mountains. This name will crown Caesar and become the key to his selection into the 'Nibelungen Project!' The Dragon King's bones will also belong exclusively to the Gattuso family!" Frost said. "Anger's team is also vying for a spot in this project, but we won't let them succeed."

"But the intelligence we have now is too limited, like it's covered by a fog. We don't even know if there's a Dragon King at the end of the fog... It could just be an empty bait thrown by the enemy." Percy said worriedly.

"This isn't an empty bait. We've monitored the frequency of earthquakes in BJ. At certain times, the earth's crust moves with exceptional intensity. This is a disaster never before seen. This proves there's a truly large fish on the other end of the line! This city was chosen as China's last capital for a reason. It sits beside Mount Yan, believed to be the relic of an ancient dragon. Legend has it that someone, gazing from the rooftop of BJ on a summer night, saw a gigantic earth dragon rising and falling, followed by an unprecedented earthquake! History is inexorably instructive!" Frost said solemnly. "And the tenured professors at the academy have concluded that it's the Lord of Earth and Mountains who has awakened, with near certainty."

"But if the enemy is the Dragon King, Caesar..." Percy said worriedly.

"The equipment the Equipment Department brought him contains items we've prepared for him. Even if there were ten thousand hybrids gathered there, the Dragon King would be able to pinpoint his location." Frost observed Percy's sudden change in expression and patted his shoulder. "Don't worry about him. He's Caesar Gattuso! The child of destiny our family has waited for thousands of years! He's the most special one!"

Throughout the history of the Gattuso family, there have been descendants whose bloodlines were far purer than Caesar's. All the dangerous words and spirits they displayed were recorded one by one, but none of them were trained as heirs. Instead, they were quietly removed from the family tree and secretly sent to remote places like abnormalities, just like ancient emperors would banish brothers who posed a threat to them to distant frontiers... Among them, only Percy was an exception. He was kept behind to assist the emperor.

They waited for centuries and centuries, only to be disappointed again and again. Until the family elders took the silent baby from the nurse's blood-stained hands. The baby didn't cry, but from the moment it left the womb, it opened its icy blue eyes and observed the world.

"Caesar, only the names of the great kings in Italian history are worthy of him!" The elders stroked the baby as if they were stroking some rare treasure, "The person we have been waiting for for thousands of years... has finally appeared!" The old men in their octogenarians looked at the pair of ice-blue pupils, and each of them was almost on the verge of tears.

"Caesar just hasn't grown up yet. When he truly realizes who he is, the entire era will be in his hands!" Frost's eyes were filled with madness, but the madness was fleeting, replaced by deep fatigue.

Gattuso's authority rarely showed signs of fatigue. After waving his hand to let Passi leave, he slumped down in the chair behind the desk, as if all his strength had been drained away.

"He just hasn't grown up yet... He just hasn't grown up yet..." Frost muttered to himself.

Chapter 148 Journey

Around midnight, a shuttle bus brought the three of them to Chicago Airport. A Boeing 747-400, lights on, sat quietly on the track, as if poised for its transoceanic flight. Flights were few and far between at that time, and this was the only red-eye flight still operating.

"What's going on? Has the academy fallen on hard times? We're going to save the world, and this is a business trip. It's fine for us to take a shuttle to such a remote place to board a plane," Finkel kept complaining. "Why is it still economy class? If not first class, then at least business class, right? Did they spend all their money rebuilding the 'Foundation Well' and can't even afford three decent plane tickets?"

"We have to keep a low profile on our trip. This is the only night charter flight left, and the people from the executive department stayed up all night to grab the tickets for us. They have three consecutive seats, which are very hard to get. I heard that all the other tickets are sold out, and the next night flight will probably be scheduled until next month." Chu Zihang answered calmly, carrying the large black suitcase to the boarding gate effortlessly.

Finkel was stunned. "Really? That makes sense. Does that mean Caesar's group can only leave next month? Great! It seems we have won at the starting line. By the time they arrive in BJ, maybe the matter will be over!" This guy seemed to be much more mentally balanced.

"But the Gattuso family sent him a Gulfstream business jet. Although it's not as powerful as the principal's, they left an hour earlier than us and flew a direct route." Lu Mingfei roughly calculated, "They probably arrived four hours earlier than us, so we were the ones who lost at the starting line."

"Damn it, is this the legendary 'money power'? Money really means anything! Not only can I charter a plane, but I can also take two girls on a trip!" Finger was indignant, but seeing that Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang looked calm, he decided to add fuel to the fire. He nudged Chu Zihang with his shoulder and said, "Hey, let me interview you, President. You don't have the same style as others, and your girl was taken away by your sworn enemy. How do you feel?"

"I don't have any feelings. I will just relay your words to Xia Mi, Nuonuo, and Caesar verbatim." Chu Zihang didn't even look at Finkel, and handed the boarding card to the flight attendant with an expressionless face.

The flight attendant smiled brightly, took the boarding card, tore it open, and handed half back to Chu Zihang. "You look cool in those sunglasses, handsome guy. You're a rare new face."

Chu Zihang was stunned for a second, then replied softly: "I understand, thank you."

"Hey, President, I was wrong. You won't really tell on me, will you?" After checking the tickets, Finkel happily caught up with Chu Zihang.

The huge cabin of the Boeing 747-400 was packed to the brim, as if it had been booked by a tour group. The passengers all looked familiar, some discussing international affairs with each other, while their children made faces at each other in their seats.

"The economy class is so shabby and the seats are so narrow." Finkel muttered while glancing at the beautiful woman with a tall bun not far away.

This guy seems to have a disease that says "he will die if he doesn't complain". Ever since he left Kassel Academy... no, ever since he learned that he was going to carry out the mission, he has never had a moment's rest in his mouth.

"The seat is just right, it's just that you're too big." Lu Mingfei, who was sitting next to him, looked at Finkel who had filled the economy class seat to the brim. What was even worse was that this guy squeezed out a little bit and tried to occupy his territory.

"Huh? 'Da Zi'?" Finger was stunned, then laughed. "Doesn't 'Da Zi' mean quiet in your Chinese dialect? Junior brother, you're so kind. You're praising me in a roundabout way!"

Lu Mingfei rolled his eyes. The injury on his back had not healed yet, and he was too lazy to compete with his useless senior brother.

His recovery ability was originally far superior to that of an average person, but perhaps because the injury was too severe, or because the one who caused it was a dragon king... This time, his recovery speed was noticeably slower. Every time he turned over in his sleep at night, he would feel a dull pain...

What the hell is a dull pain? It's the pain that makes him grimace and unable to fall asleep!

"We'll take the Bering Strait route, sailing close to the Arctic Circle. It's also a direct flight, but a lot slower than Caesar and his crew. The flight will take about fourteen hours, and we'll arrive in BJ this afternoon." Chu Zihang pulled out three sleeping bags from his black suitcase. Inside were three sets of eye masks and earplugs. "Have a good sleep and get enough rest. We'll start working after we land."

"Is this the sorrow of the poor? After landing, Caesar and the others even had time to go to Wangfujing Snack Street and leisurely order a bowl of soy milk, a pair of Jianbing Guozi, and watch an opera. But the moment we landed, it was all work, work, and endless work! I've been wanting to try Jianbing Guozi for a long time! Lu Mingfei always said it was better value for money than pizza." Finkel took the sleeping bag from Chu Zihang and complained dissatisfiedly, "Don't you think your fate is unfair? We are both team leaders, but he is a rich second-generation rich and you are just a poor rich second-generation rich. How does the saying go... the gap between rich second-generation rich is greater than the gap between rich second-generation rich and pigs!"

"My father is just a driver who helps others drive." Chu Zihang took off his sunglasses and put on a blindfold. His movements were so skillful that the pair of golden pupils only revealed a moment of beauty in the air.

"But I heard..." Before Finkel could finish his words, his big mouth was suddenly covered by a hand.

"Stop! You didn't hear anything because you're deaf." Lu Mingfei quickly put the earplugs into Finger's ears. "After all that noise all the way, I know you're tired. We're all tired too. So go to sleep, useless brother. If you come down, everyone will feel more relaxed."

"Useless... Useless Senior Brother?" Finger was stunned. "Hey, you used to call me Senior Brother, what's with calling me Useless Senior Brother?" He immediately glanced at Chu Zihang standing beside him and understood instantly. "Damn it! You don't have to be so insulting to differentiate between your two senior brothers, right? This is simply a personal attack!"

But no one paid any attention to him.

The plane had risen into the clouds. They were flying through the thick night. Outside the window was dark fog. The lights in the cabin were warm and deep. Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang had already fallen asleep side by side, as if sinking into the deep night.