Chapter 397 I will not enjoy the joy of revenge alone
To be honest, it was not surprising to Lu Mingfei that the Gattuso family was behind Friedrich.
But he really didn't expect that in addition to the King of Bronze and Fire and the King of Earth and Mountains, the King of Ocean and Water had also taken root in China and established his own country.
This country is really vast and rich in resources, right?
Moreover, if he guessed correctly, the one who designed the surprise attack on the secret party, cooperated with the Qing government, captured and instigated Friedrich to rebel, and sent the King of Ocean and Water, Li Wuyue, to Kassel Manor just to buy time for development should be that guy in Odin's groove, right?
By this calculation, the four elemental monarchs have all appeared in the five thousand years of Chinese history.
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The golden pupils gradually dimmed, and the illusion of the Word Spirit Dream Tapir receded like the tide.
Friedrich, whose limbs were broken and he almost turned into a rag doll in the nightmare, suddenly woke up with an unconcealable look of fear and despair on his face. It was obvious that he had not yet recovered from the knife that Ange had pierced through his heart. His thin body seemed to have lost all strength.
Eri blinked. She just saw Sakura glance at the foreign boss, and then the boss suddenly froze, an expression of extreme fear on his face, his whole body trembling violently, cold sweat dripping, his mouth opening and closing silently, like a fish out of water, and finally his eyes became dull, his pupils dilated, and he fell straight back, hitting the ground with a "thump", his whole body twitching continuously.
Friedrich collapsed to the ground, completely losing control of his body.
Although he did not die under Ange's knife in the nightmare, it was obvious that the harm caused to him by others in the dream was still faithfully reflected on his body. Even though there was no visible wound on his body, the severe pain was always like a thorn in the flesh and could not be shaken off, even making him lose control of his body.
Friedrich could feel the existence of his limbs, and the sensation of pain and touch was still intact, but he could not mobilize a single muscle. He could only collapse on the ground like a fish on a chopping board, looking at Lu Mingfei, who was dressed in black, with fear and despair in his eyes.
He knew very well that the young man in front of him definitely had the ability to kill him in a nightmare, but he chose to spare his life.
This was definitely not because Lu Mingfei was merciful. He spared his life simply because he still had value, or simply because he didn't want him to die too easily.
Eiry, wearing a bright red dress, grabbed Lu Mingfei's arm and looked curiously at the old man lying on the ground who seemed to be having an epileptic seizure, not understanding what was wrong with him.
Until Lu Mingfei raised his foot and stepped on the chest of the thin foreign old man, looking down at him condescendingly, and shook the secret mobile phone he had just found on him:
"What does the Gattuso family have to do with what happened back then? Why did Frost contact you?"
He clearly remembered that Frost was Caesar's uncle, and he had even called Caesar before to ask him to return to the United States and not come to Beijing to join in the fun.
There is a big problem with the specification here.
Heavy pressure came from his chest, almost squeezing out the last bit of oxygen from his lungs, but at least it allowed Friedrich to regain his ability to speak. His voice was extremely hoarse, his spirit on the verge of collapse:
"I...I only became connected with the Gattuso family at the end of the last century...I'm not sure if they were involved in the previous events...Frost contacted me...to buy information about the Dragon King Fenrir..."
"It seems that you really know a lot." Lu Mingfei raised his eyebrows. The old man had taken root in the capital for a century, and it was not in vain that he even knew that Fenrir was the Dragon King.
“When will the transaction take place?”
"It's not decided yet. I said... he would reply tonight." Being pressed by Lu Mingfei's big foot, Friedrich was breathing in less than he was breathing out, and his whole face was almost the color of liver.
Upon hearing this, Lu Mingfei raised his hand and suddenly a series of clanging sounds came from the back room of Fenglong Hall, and soon a briefcase flew over.
When I opened it, I saw that it was filled with account books, cash, checkbooks and some other valuables. The only thing that didn't fit in was a very old rough-edged paper booklet with four big characters "Tianbian Dichao" written on the cover.
"Is this it?" He loosened his foot to prevent Friedrich from suffocating to death.
"Yes, this book...records the secret story of the Wanggongchang explosion during the Tianqi reign of the Ming Dynasty...and in between...there's a clue about the Dragon King's slumbering place..." Friedrich breathed deeply, his lungs greedily absorbing oxygen.
"Frost spent five million dollars trying to buy this clue."
Lu Mingfei flipped through it casually. It mostly contained feng shui divination and strange stories. There were a lot of clues that were true and false, and it was a mess. He had no interest in reading it, and there was no need to read it.
After all, the dragon of the capital is strolling not far away.
After the millennium, Kassel Academy sent several task forces to various parts of the world to search for the tombs of the Dragon King. There were several in China alone, and Beijing was also one of the key search locations. Obviously, they also knew some information and suspected that the Wanggongchang explosion was related to the dragon clan, but they did not have any useful clues like Friedrich.
"Five million US dollars, worthy of being an Italian tycoon." Lu Mingfei nodded, but he still couldn't understand why the Gattuso family, knowing that he was in the capital, would go to so much trouble to buy this clue that might reveal Fenrir's hiding place.
Is he worried that he will get there first and kill the Dragon King to take the dragon bones, or does he have other intentions?
Thinking of the stupid things that the Gattuso family had done in the dragon-slaying operation at Kassel College, Lu Mingfei had reason to suspect that they were spies planted by Odin in the secret party, specifically responsible for hindering Kassel College and Angers.
Kassel and the Dragon King were fighting in the front, while Odin was hiding behind and acting as the fisherman.
Maybe it was because he had killed two dragon kings one after another before, which prevented the conflict between the snipe and the clam from happening as planned, and Odin, the fisherman, got nothing, so he gave clues in advance to Kassel Academy to let them disrupt the situation?
Or maybe they are not the only ones causing trouble.
Thinking of the bounty that had directly topped the front page of the Hunter website, Lu Mingfei estimated that in the next few days, there would be a steady stream of bounty hunters rushing to the capital from abroad. No matter whether they were there to slay the dragon or just to join in the fun, there would be no shortage of people anyway.
When there are too many people, the water becomes muddy, which makes it easier for some people to take advantage of the situation.
But now, the real "fish" has already been caught in his net.
No matter how strong the wind and waves are, he remains firmly on the Diaoyutai.
So he didn't care what the Gattuso family was planning. Friedrich was right under his feet anyway, so if he wanted to know, he could just ask him.
Now, let’s see if this old dog who has been rooted in the capital for a hundred years knows some secrets, such as the Chen family and the Chu family.
Just when Lu Mingfei was questioning Friedrich, Chu Zihang and Xia Mi had already finished their tour and left the Chu family's old house.
After years of changes and renovations by two owners, this old house has long lost the solemnity and heaviness that should belong to a dragon-slaying family, and has become no different from countless ordinary courtyard houses in the capital, quietly hidden in the ordinary alleys.
Chu Zihang stood outside the courtyard gate with an expressionless face. He did not feel the so-called family call or the heaviness of glory as shown in the movies.
The old house is just an old house, big, old, and represents amazing value in the capital where every inch of land is valuable.
The history, glory and mission of the Chu family have long been lost in the torrent of time along with the blood and separation of their fathers.
Although fate had arranged for Chu Zihang to go to the battlefield destined for the Chu family after many twists and turns, his experience was much better than that of his parents and grandparents.
At least, with the help of Lu Mingfei, he successfully broke free from the shackles of fate and escaped the fate that was meant to be.
"What do you say now? Go find Lu Mingfei or go back home?" Xia Mi put her hands in her pockets and did not talk to Chu Zihang about whether to buy back the Chu family's old house.
The agent just now boasted a lot, but Chu Zihang didn't seem moved at all. She looked at the huge mansion with a calm look. She knew that her future security deposit would not be reduced.
Land in Beijing is extremely valuable. The king of the earth and mountains has been sleeping here for thousands of years, living only in a huge basement. This fully illustrates the difficulties of living in Beijing.
Therefore, she has no plans to develop in Beijing in the future. After she successfully enters Kassel College and obtains her diploma, she will return to the south and live a simple and financially free life with the spare money in her hands.
"Let's meet up with them first." Chu Zihang suggested, and Xia Mi agreed.
So the two of them went to Liulichang Street together.
As soon as they saw the two Gods of Wealth turning into the narrow alley, the street vendors and shop owners were all heartbroken. What was so good about those scraps in the corners? It would be better for them to come out and do some happy business with everyone.
Just as I was thinking about it, I saw another young man and woman coming to the street. Different from the previous conspicuous pair who seemed to have walked out of an ancient painting, one of them was a serious and cold-tempered iceberg handsome boy, and the other was a lively and smart girl next door with a quirky look in her eyes.
The vendors who had just entertained Lu Mingfei and Eri and had made a lot of money now turned their enthusiastic eyes to the newly appeared young couple and surrounded them, shouting loudly:
"Young man, young lady, come and see our porcelain? Authentic Yuan Dynasty blue and white porcelain!"
"Come and see the calligraphy and painting, the authentic works of Tang Bohu!"
"This jade bracelet is so watery, it's perfect for this beautiful lady!"
The vendors were talking at once, almost shoving the things in their hands in front of the two men.
Chu Zihang frowned slightly and subconsciously took a half step to the side, trying to shield Xia Mi from behind him, but Xia Mi curled her lips and spoke in a clear and undisguised voice:
"The aging process is poor. The rust spots don't look natural at all, as if they were applied with a brush. The bottom is smooth and white. I'm afraid it must have just been fired in the kiln."
"And this authentic Tang Bohu painting, with fresh ink. I'm afraid he resurrected when you dug up his grave and painted it for you right there to try and reform himself, right?"
"This jade? Tsk, the B+C grade is processed quite carefully, but the color is fake, I'm afraid it will all fall off if I soak it in water!"
Her words were fast and crisp, and each one hit the weak spot of the counterfeit goods accurately. Her voice was not loud, but it made the smiles of several stall owners around her freeze on their faces, turning pale and blue.
There were a few suppressed chuckles from the crowd watching the excitement, and the other vendors who had not had time to move forward stopped their steps in their tracks.
Xia Mi put her hands on her hips. Although she was not tall, she was full of imposing manner. "Do you think we are being taken advantage of? You have the nerve to show off your skills? Get out of here!"
The vendors were speechless after being scolded by her and gave way awkwardly.
Under the almost awe-inspiring gazes of the vendors, the road behind Chu Zihang and Xia Mi was unobstructed.
Chu Zihang still had no expression on his face, but there was a hint of imperceptible admiration in his eyes when he looked at Xia Mi. It turned out that only antiques can understand antiques better.
Just as she was about to reach the entrance of the narrow alley, Xia Mi's attention was attracted by an antique clothing store on the opposite corner.
She said "Huh" and stopped.
"What's wrong?" Chu Zihang asked.
Xia Mi pointed at the empty window where a gorgeous red chest-length skirt, embroidered with a phoenix with outstretched wings in gold thread, had once hung. Now it was nowhere to be seen.
"There's a skirt I've had my eye on for a long time, but I never wanted to buy it, and now someone else has bought it?"
There was obvious regret and a little bit of unwillingness in her tone. Chu Zihang was puzzled. He was about to say that he would buy her one later, but he saw a figure in a fiery red dress looking at them curiously at the door of a shop deep in Yangjiao Hutong.
Their eyes met and the figure in the red dress waved at them.
Xia Mi: “…”
She looked at Eri. The gorgeous skirt outlined her breathtaking curves, especially the height of her chest, which made people feel the deep malice of the world.
The two walked slowly into the alley and came to the shop with the old sign. As soon as they entered Fenglongtang, the atmosphere in the store was obviously wrong.
Lu Mingfei was like punching the Nanshan Nursing Home and kicking the Beihai Kindergarten. At his feet lay an old man with a face full of fear and numbness, holding a mobile phone in his hand, flipping through something.
Chu Zihang's eyes swept back and forth between the old man on the ground and Lu Mingfei, and finally fell on Lu Mingfei with a questioning look.
Lu Mingfei had no intention of hiding anything. He kicked Friedrich on the ground with his toes and confessed everything he had just been interrogated about.
Chu Zihang understood what he said: "How are you going to deal with him?"
Lu Mingfei smiled, but there was no warmth in that smile: "Every wrong has its perpetrator, every debt has its creditor. Back then, he made the first generation of the Lionheart Society bleed, and now he must pay it back personally.
Is there a number for Angers?"
Facing Friedrich's suddenly horrified look, Chu Zihang nodded.
Before parting in Japan, he took over Ange's task of following Lu Mingfei and also got the principal's contact information.
"Call him. I won't enjoy the joy of revenge alone." Lu Mingfei gave Friedrich a sunny and cheerful smile. "Pray that he will remember our long-standing friendship and give you a quick death."
Chu Zihang glanced at the old man who was suddenly shaking violently on the ground, and without any hesitation, he found Ange's number and dialed it.
(End of this chapter)
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