Dragon Clan, Lu Mingfei who repeatedly returns from the game

What is it for?

Even Lu Mingfei himself found it difficult to answer this question clearly at the moment.

At first, perhaps it was just the fear and disgust deep in my heart for the endless despair I felt when I was under the water of the Three Gorges.

However, as time went on, things seemed to become more complicated.

It seemed as if everything was an unstoppable journey, and he was pushed forward involuntarily by an invisible force.

This power comes from both the mysterious system and Gu Nan who is always by his side.

They influence Lu Mingfei's life trajectory like a shadow, making him constantly move towards an unknown goal.

Unconsciously, practicing martial arts has become a part of Lu Mingfei's daily life, as natural and indispensable as breathing.

This habit is not formed overnight, but is the result of subtle influence over a long period of time.

Nowadays, no matter what difficulties or challenges he faces, Lu Mingfei will subconsciously use the skills he has learned to deal with them, because only in this way can he feel at ease and confident.

Having the power he can use at any time is the reason why he can remain confident no matter what situation he faces.

Time seemed to start flowing again inadvertently, and the annoying little brat disappeared quietly like a ghost without anyone noticing.

At this moment, Lu Mingfei's inner world was like a chaotic fog, and all kinds of thoughts surged like a tide.

He kept asking himself in the depths of his mind: Why am I so obsessed with becoming powerful?

This kind of questioning seemed to be endless and continued until Chu Zihang drove the car to the hotel where they were staying. He was still immersed in deep thought and unable to extricate himself.

"We're here." Chu Zihang stopped the car steadily and then gently handed the car keys to Lu Mingfei.

These sudden words were like a thunderclap, suddenly waking up Lu Mingfei who was deep in thought.

He couldn't help but curse: "Damn it!"

I was secretly annoyed in my heart, wondering why I was deceived by the words of that little brat again?

Is the reason for the pursuit of power really so important?

Even if it's just to stop being bullied or despised, or to desire wealth and beauty, so what?

What does all this have to do with others?

Is it just because of these reasons that we have to shoulder such a heavy burden and pursue that unattainable power?

The more Lu Mingfei thought about it, the more indignant he became. He felt as if he had fallen into an unsolvable dead end.

I just said "qtmd" and went back to my room to sleep.

However, in this ocean of confusion, he must find his own answer...

Hyatt Regency Chicago

This famous hotel is located on the bank of the Chicago River. Looking out, you can see white cruise ships passing slowly in the water. The enthusiastic black and fat tour guide at the bow is talking to a group of foreign tourists about the golden years when this city was founded.

This morning, the sunlight fell on the earth like broken gold, dazzling, warm and pleasant.

The light shines through the window, gently caressing every corner of the room, filling the entire space with a peaceful and beautiful atmosphere.

The temperature at this moment is just right. The unbearable summer heat seems to have disappeared overnight, but it is not as bitterly cold as winter. It is as warm and pleasant as the early spring in March.

Lu Mingfei stretched out his body slowly like a lazy cat, and then reluctantly lifted the snow-white quilt.

He yawned and shuffled towards the bathroom to wash up.

You know, according to his usual habits, he would have just fallen asleep at this moment.

However, since there was a special task to be completed with the principal today, Lu Mingfei, who always liked to stay in bed, had to make an exception and get up early.

The hotel waiter brought breakfast, the classic soy milk and fried dough sticks. I wonder if the hotel noticed where he was from when he registered his information yesterday and sent it specially for him.

After taking a look at the breakfast for two on the dining car, Lu Mingfei simply wiped his face with water and walked straight to the next room to ask Chu Zihang to eat together.

It’s not easy to have such a breakfast when you come to the United States.

Just as they finished their meal, Lu Mingfei's cell phone suddenly rang.

The caller ID showed it was the principal, Angers.

Lu Mingfei pressed the answer button and put the phone to his ear: "Hello, Principal!"

"Ming Fei, are you awake yet?"

Angers energetic and spirited voice came from the other end of the line.

Although he is an old gentleman from London with a Union Jack, when he speaks Chinese he seems to become a real gangster, revealing a unique ruffian spirit.

Lu Mingfei glanced at the remaining half of the fried dough stick and two empty bowls of soy milk on the table, and responded loudly without blushing:

"I finished eating a long time ago! I still have some here, Principal, would you like to come and try some?"

However, Ange on the other end of the phone didn't seem to care about Lu Mingfei's ridicule, and just replied calmly:

"No, I've already eaten. I'm waiting for you downstairs at the hotel where you're staying. Come down quickly."

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

Lu Mingfei shook his head helplessly and shrugged at Chu Zihang, indicating that since things had come to this point, he could only go downstairs to see the principal.

However, when Lu Mingfei slowly stood up, he found that Chu Zihang in front of him showed no sign of wanting to follow him.

On the contrary, Chu Zihang's originally resolute and calm face now revealed a trace of indescribable embarrassment.

Lu Mingfei was puzzled and couldn't help asking, "What's wrong? Is there any problem?"

Chu Zihang frowned slightly, seeming a little hesitant, but finally said softly: "The principal specifically asked you to carry out this task... I'd better not go with you."

His voice was low and firm, as if he had thought deeply about it for a long time.

“Huh!” Lu Mingfei’s eyes widened upon hearing this. A nonchalant smile appeared on his face. He waved his hand carelessly, “I thought it was nothing! What are you afraid of? Don’t worry. If the principal asks about it later, I, Old Lu, will take care of it for you.”

As he said that, he reached out and grabbed Chu Zihang's arm without hesitation, pulled it hard, and dragged him out.

Walking out of the hotel, Lu Mingfei saw Angers, whom he hadn't seen for more than half a year.

A black tailor-made suit, shiny Italian leather shoes, oiled hair that could be used as a mirror, and a bright red rose on his chest. If it weren't for this guy's silver hair, he would look like a complete rapist!

With silver hair, he becomes an old pervert!