Lu Mingfei doesn’t want to be a superhero

Hotel, Chu Zihang and Su Qian's suite, in the living room.

Old Tang was sitting in front of his laptop, with Lu Mingfei, Chu Zihang and Su Qian surrounding him. The psychological pressure on Old Tang was like having three coconuts surrounding him.

The laptop displays the backend chat box of the hunter website, which is the official way for employers and hunters to communicate.

Logically speaking, this kind of communication has very loose requirements for the employer as Party A. It doesn't matter how many people watch it, as long as it is not broadcast live online.

But for the hunter who is Party B, the requirements are relatively strict. For example, he must ensure that he is alone, cannot copy the chat history in the form of pictures or text, and cannot share the chat history with others.

Old Tang's current situation of letting three people watch him is already a serious violation.

But after thinking about it carefully, Old Tang found that the hunter website dealt with gray transactions that had nothing to do with dragons, or sesame incidents that were related to the minutiae of dragons.

Most hunters don't even know about the existence of hybrids, and only treat everything related to dragons as supernatural events.

And each of the three people in front of him looked unfathomable, with extraordinary origins, and they were very capable of fighting at a glance.

The organization behind them is chasing real pure-blooded dragons all over the world to kill them. People don’t even bother to participate in the little fights on the hunter website. Even the entire hunter website is just a useful scavenger to others. Just organization.

Isn't it already obvious where he should stand? !

So after receiving the safety guarantees promised to him from Lu Mingfei, Chu Zihang and Su Qian, he decisively violated the rules of the hunter website and helped Lu Mingfei and the others unconditionally.

Now, he is talking to his employer.

Old Tang: We may need to meet.

Employer: Meeting? In the previous commission and our agreement, there was no mention of meeting.

Old Tang: I have very important information that must be communicated in person.

Employer: What’s wrong with using Hunter websites to communicate? Its secrecy is there for all to see. I won't meet with you. If you don't want to do this commission, you can give up and there is no need to refund the deposit to me.

For a moment, Old Tang almost typed "OK" on the keyboard and sent it.

The hunter cancels the commission without having to refund the cash to the employer. How in the world can such a good thing happen?

"Ahem." Lu Mingfei coughed lightly.

Old Tang reluctantly deleted "Okay" from the chat box.

Lu Mingfei explained a few words to Old Tang. Old Tang nodded and entered again.

Old Tang: You have to meet and talk to whoever you want to come to. According to what I have investigated, this involves an earth-shattering organization. Even the boss behind the hunter website will be destroyed in an instant once he offends them. , I can't take such a big risk without even seeing you.

The "earth-shattering organization" he refers to naturally refers to the Solomon Temple Association. Although he doesn't know how strong the Solomon Temple Association is, it is enough to blow the whistle. The more serious the blow, the greater the chance of the other party agreeing.

This time the other party was silent for a long time, and no message was sent.

It wasn't until several people here began to wonder if the other party had simply given up communicating and blocked Old Tang that a message was refreshed.

Employer: Meet at ten o'clock tomorrow night. I will send you a picture of the meeting address at six o'clock tomorrow evening.

The four of them, Lu Mingfei, looked at each other and nodded.

…

The next day, late at night, in a remote area of ​​Viana do Castelo, there was an abandoned outdoor theater.

It can be seen that this place was once a prosperous theater. The overall construction of the building is precise and harmonious, and the decoration details are also very complete. However, times have changed, and it is unknown whether it is due to poor management or other reasons. Now it is empty.

The moonlight shines into the theater. The door of the theater has long been decayed and was thrown into an inconspicuous corner. The red carpet on the ground has not been tidied up or cleaned. It has become dirty and rolled out, as if there is a thick layer of blood coagulated on it.

Only the church choir occasionally practices here - although the chairs, carpets, stage curtains are gone, the main body of the building is still very complete and solid, and the effect of practicing here is very good.

But the choir will not come here to practice late at night. At most, the priest will bring the cute little boy in the choir to have a "picnic" together.

This time the people who came were neither a priest nor a little boy, but four young people.

The old patriarch of the Salvador family came here for an appointment. He stood on the stage of the small theater, every strand of his silver hair was combed meticulously, with his back to the door, holding his cane in both hands, and heard footsteps walking across the door on the red carpet. The sound is getting closer.

He was very lucky. Although his bloodline was low, he had awakened the Word Spirit with a sequence of 59 - Kamaitachi.

The Periodic Table of Word Spirits only divides Word Spirits into ordinary Word Spirits, dangerous Word Spirits, high-risk Word Spirits, and top-secret Word Spirits, etc. However, for the vast majority of second- and third-rate mixed-race families or forces, there is basically no one. Those whose bloodline is high enough to awaken or support dangerous level spirit spirits, and those who can reach sequence sixty or above are extremely rare.

Therefore, among the people, the periodic table of words and spirits has a more detailed division into ordinary words and spirits.

Word Spirits No. 1 to 88 are all ordinary Word Spirits, among which Word Spirit No. 1 "Emperor" is special and is not included in the classification.

From Word Spirit No. 2, "Bloodline Jie Luo" to Word Spirit No. 30, "Wolf Pack", these 29 Word Spirits are low-level Word Spirits.

From "Kui" at serial number 31 to "Kaimaita" at serial number 59, these 29 are intermediate word spirits.

Finally, from "Ice Stream" on No. 60 to "Achilles" on No. 88, these 29 Word Spirits are high-level Word Spirits.

The old clan leader's Kamaita happened to be stuck in the last sequence of the mid-level Word Spirit. Although it had no lethality, it was already quite powerful among the Word Spirits.

In the realm of speech spirits, he can construct complex sound channels, thereby mastering all the small sounds within the realm.

Although due to his bloodline, his field radius is less than sixty meters and cannot last for a long time, it is enough to make him an excellent shooter.

And because he was diligent in training his speech spirit when he was young, his hearing, or his ability to distinguish sounds, is far superior to ordinary people. Even without releasing his speech spirit, he can clearly hear that there are four people coming, and he can even tell them based on the weight and weight of their footsteps. Based on the rhythm, it was determined that the four people were three men and one woman.

He only gave one commission, but four people came?

The old patriarch slowly stretched his hand to his waist. There was a Colt M1911 that had just been maintained. This was the most commonly used gun when he was young. The original one had long since aged out of use. This gun was younger than The one from that time lost some of its familiarity, but it was still a murderous weapon in his hand.

When he was young, he was a well-known hero in the surrounding mixed-race circles. Even now that he is old, he is not a threat to a mere hunter!

He wasn't going to kill anyone, but he was going to teach those young people a lesson.

The domain unfolded quietly, and the breathing, footsteps and even heartbeats of those people could be heard. The old patriarch did not look back. He was holding a cane in one hand and pointed the gun behind him with the other hand, about to pull the trigger.

The gun wouldn't hit anyone, but it would miss the heads of the two men who were coming, and they would probably feel like they were being cut in the face by a fierce wind.

But he failed to pull the trigger. The crisp sound of metal breaking sounded in his palm, and a sharp, no, fierce wind blew from his neck to the back of his head.

At that moment, he had the illusion that a strong wind had cut his skin and blew away the blood drops in the wound. They were scattered and broken in the air, and his life was blown away by the wind.

The old patriarch's heart stopped for a beat. Judging from the change in weight in his hand and the chill that passed through the tiger's mouth, the visitor cut off the Colt M1911 in his hand diagonally close to the handle, but did not hurt him. skin and flesh.

The gun can no longer be used, and there is still a stabbing sword hidden in his cane. He used this sword to defeat countless opponents in his youth, but now he does not even have the courage to pull it out.

The visitor didn't even cut off his hand, which proved that the other party had no ill intentions.

He tried his best to stay calm, not to let his body tremble, and turned his head steadily to look over.

He immediately froze in place.

Three of the four people in front of me are acquaintances.

To be precise, they are the "ordinary people" friends brought back by Xiaoqiang.

The man closest to him was a male college student who came for "academic exchanges". The last time we met, he looked like a rigorous and knowledgeable science student. Now he was holding a long knife at an angle. The long knife was shining with cold light under the moon, as if it would be broken at any time. There is moonlight pouring along the blade to the ground.

If you look closely at those dark eyes, it is obvious that he is wearing contact lenses to cover them up. I wonder how majestic his golden eyes will be after taking off the contact lenses.

"Brother, put away the knife. We are civilized people." The youngest of the three people behind said.

The young man holding the knife put it away and returned it to the sheath. The sharp edge of the knife was in the sheath, but the young man himself was a knife, and the sharp edge still made people dare not look at it.

He held the scabbard and returned to the young man who spoke. The old patriarch shifted his gaze to the young man.

The boy in the moonlight waved hello to him, his eyes as clear as a child's.

If he is not too old to be confused, that boy seems to be the boyfriend Xiaoqiang brought home before, right?

It seems that his name is Lu Mingfei?

The old patriarch's face twitched, and he felt in his heart that when people get old, they will have more dreams.

No, he had a weird dream tonight.

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