Dragon Race: My boss is Lu Mingze

"Ferguson Jason, we have been looking for you for 50 years, are you okay?" In the dim space, a young man slowly walked into the No. 13 projection hall, he was wearing a well-tailored suit.

In the lenses of the delicate gold-rimmed glasses, there is an icy atmosphere.

Hissing, a cold stream turned into white air, and his pair of Italian custom-made leather shoes walked on the ground, leaving icy footprints one after another.

The temperature in the projection hall instantly dropped by 10 degrees, making it a bit gloomy.

"It seems that you brought a child with you."

"All these years, thanks to the blessing of your principal"

"My life is like a mole that can't see the light, hiding in hiding"

The old man's voice was rough, and his vocal cords vibrated to make an unusually unpleasant sound.

"It's different this time, even if that old thing comes in person, it can't stop our plan"

Wisps of white air condensed in Jersey's hands, and the sharp ice blades were tightly held in his hands.

"Didn't I teach you enough lessons last time?"

"The Traitor at the Academy of Kassel"

"Traitor of Man"

Waving the ice blade in his hand, a white light flashed in the air.

The old man took out a pocket sword from the plain Chinese tunic suit, and there was a tooth-piercing sound of cutting the blade.

Jersey's ice blade was blocked by the old man's sword, and Jersey lifted his foot with a smile, and the white mist filled the air. On the pair of Italian handmade custom-made leather shoes, sharp ice spikes protruded, and the sharp point stepped on it.

The old man wanted to escape, but his feet were frozen firmly without knowing it.

In an instant, ice edges pierced the old man's lower abdomen, and the bright red blood stained the old man's clothes.

The sharp ice edges on the soles of his feet pierced through, and the force driven by the muscles in his legs forced the old man back step by step until he stepped on the wall.

Blood gushed from the soles of Jersey's feet, and the old man's lower abdomen was torn, and the blood had just flowed out before freezing into ice.

The air is filled with white gas, and the narrow space is more suitable for Jersey's ability.

The temperature in the room will only get cooler as time goes on.

"Ha~ha~" the old man panted heavily, and the hot air in his mouth immediately turned into a puff of white smoke, his face was full of pain.

In a certain corner, the man named Old Tang took advantage of Jersey's sudden attack, opened the gray jar, and poured the gray liquid inside into the gap of the bronze jar in the corner.

mission completed!At this moment, Old Tang finally breathed a sigh of relief. He lay on the ground and kept praying in his heart that that young and handsome man must never find himself.

He lay prone on the ground, covered by the height of the chair, and crawled slowly, without making any sound for a while.

"what is that thing"

He pointed to a large bronze pot in the corner.

Jersey stepped on the old guy named Ferguson with one foot, the ice blade in his hand provoked the old man's jaw, and the sharp ice blade was against the loose skin of his neck.

"Bone bottle, that's a bone bottle"

The old man's painful face gradually twisted, and he looked into Jersey's slightly smiling eyes.

"We made it!"

Jersey looked at the old man with some strange eyes.

You~ succeeded?
"Aren't your goals Xia Tian and Lu Mingfei?"

"No, no, that's just a small goal"

The old man's face was still twisted, and the cold ice spikes damaged his internal organs.

Jersey's hand slowly exerted force, bleeding from the ice blade on his neck.

But the physical pain is far less than his 50 years of inner torment and mental torment.

For so many years, in his dreams, there is always an old man in a black suit, carrying an alchemy jackknife, and the whole world is chasing him to chop.

That nightmare-like monster, he has not yet died, and is still active in the upper echelons of mixed-race society.

"Oh"

Jersey questioned, lost in thought.

Bone bottle?who?

It seems that you brought this thing to this movie theater for a purpose, but what kind of purpose is more important than the 2 million reward.

"Xiamen and Lu Mingfei are just small goals"

"So what is your real purpose?"

There was a gray cast in the old man's eyes, as if something really frightened him, worse even than death.

"It is the king with endless power and majesty"

"You gang of rebels will go to hell sooner or later"

The old man's tone gradually became agitated, as if what he said was real.

But how could that kind of existence be their target, or in other words, it was a creature that could not be held hostage by humans.

There are only a handful of kings with endless power and majesty in the history of the Dragon Clan.

Is it
Jersey couldn't help swallowing, he probably guessed something.

He seemed to suddenly understand what the strange feeling that lingered in his heart just after stepping into the movie theater was.

The bronze jar shook violently, and the scorching heat heated up instantly, and the heat wave could be felt in Jersey several meters away.

The bronze pot was glowing red, and something was about to burst out of the pot.

Seeing such a scene, the fear in Jersey's heart was magnified. The moment his mind lost control, the old man under the knife suddenly broke free from his shackles.

Intense strong light erupted all over the body, and the dim projection hall was irradiated by the fierce strong light, instantly like daytime.

Speech Spirit: Blazing Sun
In an instant, a radiant light with an intensity of 4000 lumens erupted in the field, and Jersey's eyes almost fell into blindness.

Jersey didn't know well, and the state of blindness lasted for two or three seconds, but Ferguson had already escaped from the auditorium at this moment.

There was a plop, the bronze jar burst, and the heat filled the air. A bald, fair boy appeared in front of Jersey in a daze.

"Brother, where are you brother?"

His voice was erratic, as if he had traveled thousands of years.

He walked up to Jersey who was almost frozen.

"You are not my brother"

"The smell on your body is really disgusting."

A torrent of flames erupted, and fiery pillars shot up into the sky.

In a certain projection hall of Wanda Cinema, a pillar of fire burned through the ceiling, and the loud explosion was deafening.

Boom, the solid concrete exterior wall cracked, and there was another violent explosion.

Amidst countless violent explosions, the entire movie theater was reduced to ruins of flames.

In the burning ruins, Jersey was covered in blood.