Chapter 74: Audience

Actually, WeChat already existed at this point in time, but given Lu Mingfei's habits, they were still using QQ.

The artistic flair of this group name was so far ahead of its time that for a moment the few of them couldn't quite adjust.

What the hell kind of "Loving Family of One" is this.

The four hybrids who had been pulled into the group nearly lost control of their grip and crushed their phones to pieces.

No one spoke in the group, but looking at those names with notes… good lord, every single one was a familiar face.

The Zhao family — Zhao Huai Gu, Zhao Yousheng…

The Li family — Li Hao, Li Qing…

The Qian family, the Sun family…

Adding their own Wu family, the group had roughly twenty-odd people — so these bastards had thrown in their lot long ago.

Wu Haoran thought to himself, no wonder those two Zhao-family old and young scumbags had sounded so smug on the phone at noon when they called to offer congratulations — so that was why.

Group owner 【Supreme】, administrators 【High-IQ Creature of Late Foundation Establishment】, 【Supreme's Most Beloved Little Brother】.

No one spoke in the group, and there was no chat history either.

"Eat first," Su Lin said.

All the dishes are served — what are you standing around for, dig in.

Seeing Su Lin pick up his chopsticks, the others only then followed suit.

Wine and food enough to spare.

Su Lin wiped the corner of his mouth, then pulled open a portal to one side — he had left Water Mirror Peak hovering above Tokyo.

"Let's go."

Su Lin stepped in first; the others exchanged a glance and entered one after another.

Wu Zhongcheng drew close to his younger brother and whispered in his ear, "If Father and I don't come back, remember what I told you before."

With that, he patted his younger brother on the shoulder.

What the situation actually was, they'd only know once they got there.

Until seen with one's own eyes, all speculation and conjecture was empty.

Wu Zhongcheng walked at the rear, stepped through the portal, and then the portal closed.

The world that came next could only be entered by those whose aptitude was sufficient — those who had been chosen.

"Don't wander around, and don't go touching the flowers and plants by the roadside," Su Lin said as he walked ahead. "This is private property — your Supreme only has one room here."

"That one up ahead — go on in," Su Lin said, pointing at an antique-styled building before them.

Looking through the open door into the interior, it was dim, with no light to be seen.

The group hesitated for a moment, and Wu Haoran was the first to walk in alongside Su Lin.

At his age, what was there he hadn't seen before?

Since he had already chosen to come here, whether it was a man-eating evil dragon or a deity seeking to guide humanity, he had to see it for himself to know.

The die was cast. The Black King had already awakened — even if only to obtain more information for humanity, he had to go in and have a look.

Only, he hoped there would still be a chance for the news to be passed out.

Their footsteps were heavy, as if lead weights were bound to their legs, as though they were about to face final judgment.

The corridor was pitch-black, but with a hybrid's physical constitution it naturally had no effect on them. Before long, a room up ahead was lit, its door not closed.

The group walked into a spacious room, where they heard a burst of pleasant, soaring music, along with a clack-clack-clack of tapping.

They pushed the door open.

"Took you long enough — I've been waiting an hour."

Before they had even stepped inside, Lu Mingfei's impatient voice rang out first.

They saw a dozen-odd people standing respectfully around a young man, and that young man pressed pause on the game in his hands and turned his head to look behind him.

"Had dinner."

Su Lin said it as if it were nothing.

"You made me play video games here for over an hour just so you could eat dinner?!"

Lu Mingfei's voice was a little rushed, carrying a note of accusation: "Do you have any idea how garbage human entertainment games are in this era?!"

"It's like I've been eating delicacies every day, and you suddenly made me eat stale leftovers for an hour!"

Su Lin shrugged. "Well, you did eat it, didn't you."

"I almost threw up." Lu Mingfei stuck out his tongue and made a nauseated expression.

"At least hurry up and get virtual reality out already — playing this kind of shoddy 3D game is practically assaulting my soul." Lu Mingfei sighed, stood up, and looked at the members of the Wu family.

"Twenty-one, about right."

He nodded, shook off his listless air, and nodded again in satisfaction. The hybrids who had been waiting here with him lowered their heads, not daring to meet his gaze.

"Aren't you Lu Mingfei?" Wu Yuxiang was a freshman at Kassel College, and naturally knew all about that famously renowned "S"-class.

In fact, Lu Mingfei was far more famous than he had imagined — hybrid families leaning toward the Secret Party tended to send their outstanding descendants to Kassel College for training.

Apart from the more classified material, Lu Mingfei's basic information was, in the eyes of these families with a certain amount of power, practically common knowledge.

But because his performance at the college was simply too wretched to look at, some people regarded him as Angers's "distant relative."

A backdoor connection.

After all, his grades each semester could be bought from the News Department for a single dollar.

"Uh, and you are?" Lu Mingfei had no impression of this girl with the ponytail.

"Wu Yuxiang, freshman, same major as you."

"Oh oh, pleasure to meet you, pleasure to meet you." Lu Mingfei replied on reflex, "Junior, you're here too."

The atmosphere froze in an instant.

Su Lin raised an eyebrow, looking at Lu Mingfei with a strange expression. Just like you to do something like this.

Wu Haoran shook his head. His aged but strong hand gripped Wu Yuxiang's arm, pulling her back a step behind the group.

"Sir, are you His Majesty the Black Dragon?" Wu Haoran's tone was respectful but not obsequious. He quietly regarded the somewhat unkempt young man before him.

"Oh, yes," Lu Mingfei affirmed. "You can consider me the Black Dragon."

"That answer is too vague." Wu Haoran was clearly dissatisfied with this explanation. What do you mean, 'can consider'?

"Does it matter?" Lu Mingfei's pupils lit up, and his dragon's might surged vast and overwhelming. The half-bloods present felt as if they were sitting in a small boat in the middle of a raging storm at sea.

Zhao Clan Head Zhao Huai Gu's body trembled. His face twisted as he resisted the pressure, yet his eyes remained fixed firmly on Wu Haoran's group.

They had already experienced this once before the Wu Clan arrived, and now here it was again.

He couldn't help cursing them in his heart.

Wu Haoran, you old fool — late and still running your mouth!

Can't you see we don't even dare speak a single word? Damn it!

It had been less than five seconds, but to the half-bloods it felt like a century had passed.

"How about now?" Lu Mingfei withdrew his dragon's might and asked the Wu Clan group amiably, "Give me your answer."

The four members of the Wu Clan were gasping for breath, dense beads of sweat breaking out across their foreheads. Wu Haoran's white training clothes were already soaked through with cold sweat.

"We are willing to serve the Supreme."

There was no need to further prove his identity or explain anything — the disparity in power and rank was the most direct sensation of all.

Lu Mingfei nodded and looked at Su Lin. "I'll be troubling you for a while."

"Doesn't matter. You pay, I deliver." Su Lin didn't mind. "I'll leave the rest to you. Once things are settled, send them back. Don't have them lingering around here."

"I'll personally see them off. Don't worry." Lu Mingfei took out a letter and handed it to Su Lin. "The Secret Party has noticed you. There might be some trouble."

"Doesn't matter." Su Lin smiled, pulled open the door and left. "It was going to happen sooner or later anyway."