I, who was supposed to slay dragons, accidentally started cultivating immortals

Chapter 194 Caesar I Regret Now

"Do you think that none of my family members have any brains?"

Under the rain, Caesar stepped forward and asked Lu Mingfei with a cold face.

"It's worse than that, and I don't think they have any good brains."

Lu Mingfei shook his head.

"Then do you think their behavior is domineering and flamboyant, which is very annoying."

Caesar stepped forward again, and the distance between him and Lu Mingfei was less than forty centimeters.

"To be honest, I haven't met them, but I believe that being famous is worse than meeting them."

Lu Ming is not right.

"Then do you think that the people in power in this family are all disgusting and rotten old things?"

Caesar asked again and stepped forward, his face was only ten centimeters away from Lu Mingfei's. Lu Mingfei thought that someone would use this word with the elders of his family. .

"To be honest, I don't know the people in power in this family," Lu Ming said non-honestly, "although I really don't have a good impression of them."

He suspected that Caesar would take out white gloves from his pocket and throw them at him fiercely, and follow the ancient tradition of European nobles to have a duel with him to defend the dignity of the family, but the next moment Caesar suddenly opened his arms and faced him There came a warm hug.

Such a steep turning point, even with Lu Mingfei’s keenness, he couldn’t react to it, so that he couldn’t avoid Caesar’s warm hug in time—hugging is a common etiquette in Europe and the United States, and even men and women are not taboo, but Lu Mingfei It is indeed difficult to accept this kind of enthusiasm full of exotic styles.

After all, the strong male hormones, high-end cigars and red wine on Caesar's body are not attractive to the same sex. If it is a girl who is hugged by him, she may faint happily in Caesar's arms-and it may not be pretending.

Letting go of Lu Mingfei, Caesar took two steps back and reached out to him again: "I think we can be good friends."

Lu Mingfei: "..."

So... this school is really full of psychopaths, right?But this brother is obviously mentally ill, right?
"Are you because I don't like your family? Or you don't like your own family?"

Lu Mingfei felt that he had guessed something.

"Actually 'hate' would be more appropriate."

Caesar shrugged.

Lu Mingfei didn't ask why, he knew that mixed races had a high proportion of the second disease, and the second disease patients were more likely to hate their own family.

"Thank you for your help." Caesar didn't seem to be as arrogant as the rumors said, he thanked Lu Mingfei frankly, "I owe you a favor."

"And I!"

Nuo Nuo, who regretted that there was no show to watch, raised his hand.

"Hands up."

Lu Mingfei shook his head.

If it's something else, he might really have to work hard, but if it involves Professor Manstein, it's much easier - the vice-principal told him not long ago that he has a son named Manstein in this school. Tenured professor and part-time director of the Disciplinary Committee.

In other words, Lu Mingfei is the uncle of Professor Manshi in both name and seniority.

"Are you going to Chicago?"

Lu Mingfei asked.

"It's time to ask this lady's opinion," Caesar looked at Nuonuo, "After being pointed at by dozens of guns, I don't know if you are still interested in going to Chicago."

"Now I want to go even more!"

Nuonuo laughed.

"Then let's go! I have a better car!"

Caesar stretched out his hand to Nuonuo, and Nuonuo put his hand in his palm.

Lu Mingfei pointed to the red convertible: "Then can I borrow it for a while? It happens that I have something to go to Chicago, and I'm in a hurry."

It would be great if you could borrow something peacefully without drawing your gun.

Nuonuo nodded without thinking. It seemed that what he wanted to lend was not a supercar with a driving speed of several million, but a spring retractable ballpoint pen bought from a small shop.

"Are you in a hurry?"

Caesar asked suddenly.

"It's not particularly urgent, but the sooner the better."

Lu Ming is not right.

"Then maybe we can give you a ride, I have a faster car," Caesar smiled, showing two rows of shiny white teeth, "and I am also very confident in my driving skills."

"Will this not affect the... acquaintance of the two of you?"

Lu Mingfei thought about his choice of words.

"If I leave my benefactor in need and play two-person drag racing with a beautiful girl, I will probably be cast aside by God."

Caesar took out his necklace from his shirt, on which hung a silver cross.

"Do you still believe in Jesus?"

Lu Mingfei thought that people should not be judged by appearances.

"One has to believe in something," Caesar tucked the cross back into his shirt. "There is no difference between believing in Jesus and believing in Satan. You can even believe in a plate of macaroni. Anyway, people will only use their beliefs to justify themselves in the end."

"Brother Caesar, are you majoring in philosophy?"

Lu Mingfei asked.

"No, I don't have any major subjects at the moment," Caesar shook his head, "My grade points in every subject are close to zero."

"Did you fail to hand in the paper or did you pass the exam blank?"

Lu Mingfei was curious.

"It's all," Caesar shrugged, "I always have more important things to do, so I can only sacrifice time for less important things."

"What's your better car?"

Lu Mingfei changed the subject.

"Come with me."

……

"A Bugatti Veyron...modified?"

In the silver top supercar, Lu Mingfei was sitting in the driver's seat. He suddenly understood why Caesar enthusiastically dragged him to Chicago with him, because Bugatti only had two seats.

He is now sitting in the driver's seat, and Caesar and Nuonuo are squeezed together in the co-pilot—although the co-pilot is wide enough and Nuo Nuo is slender enough, Caesar is also strong enough.

"It has been modified a little bit, the performance has been enhanced, and the color scheme has been changed by the way." Caesar fastened the seat belts for himself and Nuonuo, "Brother Lu, you should be able to drive this thing, right?"

"I have driven my father-in-law's sports car. Although I am not a Bugatti, I have some experience."

Lu Mingfei nodded.

"Old man?" Caesar thought about the word, a little surprised, "Are you married?"

"I have a fiancée, and we have to wait a few years to get married." Lu Mingfei skillfully operated the sports car, the engine made a low and loud roar, he turned his head to look at Caesar and Nuonuo who were fastened on their seat belts: "I will confirm Come on, you two didn't have a good night, did you?"

"What? Are you going to speed the car to 350 kilometers per hour?"

Caesar laughed.

"Do not."

Lu Mingfei shook his head and stepped on the accelerator suddenly. The sudden change of movement made Caesar and Nuonuo's upper body lean back uncontrollably, and then there was an overly strong feeling of pushing their backs.

Caesar is a person who likes racing cars, but he must admit that seeing the pointer on the dashboard keep turning, his heart beats a little faster.

Three hundred kilometers per hour...

350 kilometers per hour...

390 kilometers per hour...

[-] kilometers per hour...

Then it exploded.

The limit speed of Bugatti Veyron is 430 kilometers per hour. At this speed, every slight turn of it will have the risk of rollover-and this modified Bugatti Veyron has a limit speed of [-] kilometers per hour... this speed It has even far surpassed the normal running high-speed rail!

The Bugatti Veyron drew a bright silver streamer on the winding mountain road in the rain, and the storm it brought shattered the fine rain and blew away Nuonuo's wailing and screaming—in fact, Caesar wanted to scream, but he He has his own pride, so he can only grit his teeth with a pale face.

If someone came to ask Caesar what he thought at this moment, he would definitely answer without thinking, "I regret it now, very much."

If it is called "some experience" to drive a car like this, then the elite SEALs can only be called "can shoot twice".

Caesar didn't know how much time had passed, maybe it was a day, maybe it was 1 minute, he only knew that he was flying on the ground, at this moment he believed in God so devoutly - if I am guilty, please let God punish me , instead of experiencing Power Drift in a car with a speed of more than 400 kilometers per hour!

When the car stopped on the side of the road, he stumbled out of the car and struggled to stand still with all his strength.

Nuonuo vomited on the side of the car, Lu Mingfei stepped out of the driver's seat, patted the shoulders of the two of them, and said with concern: "If you can't hold on, you can talk about it earlier, there is no need to be brave."

Caesar stared at Lu Mingfei with ice-blue eyes, remained silent for a long time, and asked, "Brother Lu, may I ask... did you fly a plane before?"

"I've never piloted a plane, but the performance of my first private plane for the academy is not much better than yours now."

Lu Mingfei took out the briefcase and umbrella from the trunk, held up the umbrella and walked towards the distance.

"This seems to be a suburb, where are you going?"

Caesar managed to slow down a bit, looked around the desolate wilderness, and said doubtfully.

"The secret of the academy, I will tell you if I have a chance."

Lu Mingfei walked away with his briefcase, Caesar watched Lu Mingfei leave, Nuonuo gradually stopped vomiting, and looked at Lu Mingfei's blurred back with horror.

……

After leaving Caesar and Nuonuo, Lu Mingfei tucked his briefcase under his arm and looked down at his phone, which had an interface similar to GPS navigation.

After roughly distinguishing the location and direction, he put away his mobile phone, carried his briefcase and walked towards a certain direction in the wilderness.

About an hour later, with a speed faster than ordinary people, Lu Mingfei "walked" on the wilderness, and a lonely villa appeared in his vision, and the villa was brightly lit.

He headed for the villa, and ten minutes later he walked to the front of the villa - two "security guards" standing guard in the rain stopped him politely.

"Sir, a private party is being held inside, do you have an invitation letter?"

The "security guard" on the left asked politely.

Lu Mingfei took out the invitation letter from his briefcase, and a waiter in a hip skirt came out of the villa, led him in, and then walked into the elevator in the villa.

The elevator descended slowly, and when it was opened again, Lu Mingfei saw a passage made of reinforced concrete in front of him.

"Please come with me."

The tall and beautiful waitress led the way, and Lu Mingfei followed behind her.

According to the information given to him by Director Arcadulla, this directional auction was held in a secret underground auction house in the suburbs of Chicago—but he did not expect that this "underground auction house" was actually a real auction house. The auction house built underground.

It's really hidden here, and it's safe enough, but it might take a lot of manpower and financial resources to build it up. Even a mixed-race family would have to bleed a lot to build such an underground auction house.

It is said that originally Sotheby's auctions targeting mixed races were all held at the auction house in the city center, which was held at the same venue as ordinary auctions, but whenever a mixed race auction was held, all the security forces would be quietly replaced by Only elite combat power.

Sotheby and the family behind it were silent for a long time until the old Taoist priest broke into the auction a few years ago and raised the security force of the entire auction, and then restarted the mixed race directional auction here.

That priest... really left Sotheby with a painful lesson and shadow.

Following behind the waiter, Lu Mingfei sighed silently, and at the same time gave a thumbs up in his heart to the old Taoist priest whose name he had never known.

　Two more!Seven thousand words!Praise me quickly!hurry up!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)