Chapter 80: Make a Spectacle of It

“Choose, brother.”

Lu Mingze’s dragon eyes emitted golden light, especially chilling in this dark environment.

“Choose your ass!”

Lu Mingfei grabbed Lu Mingze’s collar and shouted into his ear: “Get the riddle-master out of Gotham!”

“Aww, I’m so heartbroken, brother,” Lu Mingze said, looking pitiful.

“I went through so much trouble to sneak out and find you,” Lu Mingze wiped at nonexistent tears: “I’ve been held captive by that guy, longing to see you—but you yell at me like this, wuwuwu.”

“And I even warned you, so you wouldn’t become a thousand-year crown prince.”

Lu Mingfei snapped: “So who the hell is that guy?! Su Lin?! That bastard wants to be my father?!”

Lu Mingze shook his head: “Su Lin is now his imperial envoy.”

“So it’s not time for you to know yet. You only need to answer me: do you want that kind of life?”

As Lu Mingze spoke, he held up four photos and pulled out a globe from nowhere.

Left hand holding the photos, right hand holding the globe.

“All of them are yours.”

“Yes or No.”

Lu Mingze shook the two things in his hands.

Lu Mingfei remembered a scene from JoJo.

His mind screamed wildly: YESYESYESYESYESYES!

He was a normal man—if four beauties accompanied him, no no no, Lu Mingfei, where did your loyalty go?

Lu Mingfei slapped his own face.

“Would they really want me?” Lu Mingfei banished distractions, calmed his mind, and looked at Lu Mingze coolly: “What’s so lovable about me?”

“Forced melons aren’t sweet, little brother.”

“And why is Su Xiaoqiang in here? Isn’t she my high school classmate?” Lu Mingfei took the photos—like matchmaking portraits—from Lu Mingze, glanced at them, then tore them apart: “This makes no sense.”

“The emperor said he has a way to make them fall in love with you,” Lu Mingze grinned, picking up scattered paper scraps from the cold deck and crushing them in his palm.

Like a magic trick.

The ball of paper scraps in Lu Mingze’s hand transformed into a complete photo.

Lu Mingze handed the photo to Lu Mingfei—it showed a four-panel illustration.

“Ta-da~.”

Lu Mingfei took it and looked.

First panel: in the center of Shilan Middle School’s playground, Su Xiaoqiang—clearly no longer a high school student—clung to Lu Mingfei, crying, her palms gripping his trench coat as if she’d waited for him there a long time.

Second panel: in some snowy wilderness, Lu Mingfei kissed Ling, snowflakes frozen midair serving as the backdrop to this beautiful scene.

Third panel: on a lighthouse in the suburbs, stars painted the sky; Nono forcefully pinned Lu Mingfei against the wall like a female version of a domineering CEO, tilting his chin up, their lips separated by only a sheet of paper.

Fourth panel: at a wedding outside Meiji Shrine, guests filled the scene; the tortoise sat with arms crossed, glaring angrily at Lu Mingfei from the front row; a delicate man who looked strikingly like Genji Shigen sat beside him, clapping happily; Himegami wore a wedding dress, blushing as she gazed at Lu Mingfei.

“Is this some Japanese dating sim?!” Lu Mingfei exclaimed: “I didn’t do this! I’m not that guy! Don’t make things up—none of this is me!”

“Don’t you hope it’s someone else?” Lu Mingze suddenly asked.

“Uh...” Lu Mingfei didn’t answer, crumpled the photo, and threw it behind him.

“At least these things never happened to me.”

Lu Mingze pulled out another photo from his sleeve: a spacious room, Lu Mingfei seated on a red sofa, gazing at the camera with regal arrogance, surrounded by more than a dozen women—some known, some unknown.

Without exception, their beauty was beyond mortal, as if celestial maidens had descended.

Lu Mingfei first gasped, then impatiently snatched the photo, crumpled it, and hurled it angrily to the ground.

“I, Lu Mingfei, love telling arrogant bastards NO!”

The Zhizun ’s favorite younger brother: “He says No.”

The high-IQ being at Foundation Establishment: “OK, OK.”

A QQ message popped up—Su Lin had replied, and now understood what to do next.

In other words, stir up the water first—just stall, stall hard.

Buy Lu Mingze some time.

Let it be damned—I’m going to study how this system point system works before Tokyo Love Story airs.

“Zhou Tao, be more respectful. Try asking which Dragon King he is.”

Schneider, head of the Execution Department, issued the order via earpiece.

“It’s an honor to meet you,” Zhou Tao replied without hesitation—it was their mission.

“May we know your honored name?”

“Su Lin.”

In the Execution Department’s war room, Schneider chuckled: “Hmph, looks like he doesn’t want to tell us His name.”

“I’m not a Dragon King—I’m human,” Su Lin turned, sitting atop the rooftop wall with a commanding posture, his tone flat: “I want to meet your headmaster.”

“Arrange it?”

Su Lin’s tone was like preparing for a business meeting—no tension at all.

But to half-breeds, this was a sign of arrogance—proof he didn’t consider them worthy.

Only when someone wants to kill you, when you’re irreconcilable, do you enter the dragon’s sight and become its opponent.

“That might... require the headmaster’s approval,” Zhou Tao hesitated, buying time for the Execution Department, waiting for further orders.

“Or perhaps we can relay your message on your behalf.”

Zhou Tao thought: Surely the Black King didn’t leave a message for Ange either—that’d be ridiculous.

Everyone at the Cassell Academy knew Ange was the kind of man who’d tear a wound into a dragon even if he had only one breath left.

Standing beside Schneider, Ange didn’t care—he’d never agree. Five hundred years of life meant nothing compared to dragging the entire Dragon Clan down to hell.

“Tell him to pay attention to Lu Mingfei’s personal life,” Su Lin rubbed his head irritably: “The entire Jinxi Bei is turning into a mess. Fuck.”

“Was it really that hard for Cassell to find him a wife?!”

Schneider wondered if he’d gone deaf, turning to Ange: “What did he just say?”

“Hmm, if I heard right, he’s complaining we didn’t find Lu Mingfei a girlfriend,” Ange stroked his chin, also doubting his own ears.

The hint was limited—this feud between the harem camp and the no-girlfriend camp dragged me, a former Lu-Hui CP fan who’d quit, into this mess.

So I can cause chaos however I want, huh?

The divine essence fused again.

Six wings of radiant feathers appeared behind him; Su Lin rose into the air, his white-gold eyes looking down at the two half-breeds below.

The divine essence was no longer suppressed; celestial music sounded.

The world sang in praise of the new god who claimed dominion over the Law of Light!