Chapter 80: A Proper Ruckus

"Choose, brother."

Lu Mingze's dragon eyes emitted a golden glow, especially eerie in this dim environment.

"Choose my ass!"

Lu Mingfei grabbed Lu Mingze by the collar and roared in his ear: "Riddlers, get out of Gotham!"

"Sigh, I'm so hurt, brother." Lu Mingze put on a pitiful look.

"I finally found a chance to sneak out and find you." Lu Mingze wiped at nonexistent tears: "That guy has been hogging me the whole time, and I've always wanted to see you, brother, but you just yell at me like this. Boohoo."

"And after I went out of my way to tip you off, so you wouldn't end up being a Crown Prince for a thousand years."

Lu Mingfei said, going crazy: "So who the hell is that guy?! Su Lin?! Does that bastard want to be my Emperor daddy?!"

Lu Mingze shook his head: "Su Lin is now his Imperial Envoy."

"So like I said, it's not time for you to know yet. You just need to answer me — do you want that kind of life or not."

As Lu Mingze spoke, he raised the four photos in his hand, and somehow produced a globe from who knows where.

Photos in his left hand, globe in his right.

"All yours."

"Yes or No."

Lu Mingze shook the two objects in his hands.

Lu Mingfei was reminded of a scene from JoJo.

In his heart he was screaming wildly, YESYESYESYESYESYES!

He was a normal guy too — if he had the Four Great Beauties by his side, no no no, Lu Mingfei, where did your devotion go?

Lu Mingfei slapped his own cheeks.

"Would they really be willing?" Lu Mingfei banished the stray thoughts, circulated Tianwang, and looked at Lu Mingze calmly: "What about me is worth their love?"

"You can't force a melon to be sweet, bro."

"And why is Su Xiaoqiang in here too? Isn't she just my high school classmate?" Lu Mingfei took the photos — which looked like matchmaking shots — from Lu Mingze's hand, glanced at them, then tore them apart. "Ridiculous."

"That Emperor says he has a way to make them fall in love with you." Lu Mingze said cheerfully, picking up some torn scraps of paper from the cold deck and crumpling them into a ball in his palm.

Like a magic trick.

A wad of paper scraps transformed in Lu Mingze's hand into a complete photo.

Lu Mingze handed the photo to Lu Mingfei. It showed a four-panel image.

"Ta-daaa~."

Lu Mingfei took it and looked.

The first panel: at the center of Shilan Middle School's field, Su Xiaoqiang — clearly no longer a Gao Zhongsheng — clung to Lu Mingfei, crying, her hands gripping his trench coat tightly, as if someone she had waited for a long time had finally returned to this place.

The second panel: in some snowy place, Lu Mingfei held Zero in a kiss, the snowflakes frozen midair serving as the backdrop to this beautiful scene.

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

The fourth panel: a wedding scene outside Meiji Shrine, seats filled with friends and family. Elephant Turtle sat in the front row with arms crossed, glaring daggers at Lu Mingfei. A delicate, androgynous-looking man who bore a striking resemblance to Yuan Zhisheng sat beside him, clapping happily. Hui Liyi, in a wedding gown, blushed as she gazed at Lu Mingfei.

"What kind of Japanese galge is this?!" Lu Mingfei exclaimed. "It's not me! I didn't! Don't talk nonsense — that absolutely isn't me up there!"

"You'd rather it be someone else?" Lu Mingze suddenly piped up.

"Uh..." Lu Mingfei didn't answer, crumpled the photo into a ball, and tossed it behind him.

"At least none of this has actually happened to me."

Lu Mingze pulled yet another new photo from his sleeve. It showed a spacious room, Lu Mingfei sitting on a red sofa, looking imperiously into the camera, surrounded by more than ten women, some familiar, some not.

Without exception, their beauty was beyond mortal — like fairies descended to earth.

Lu Mingfei's breath caught for a moment, then he snatched the photo with some irritation, crumpled it into a ball, and slammed it hard onto the ground.

"I, Lu Mingfei, love most of all to say NO to those who think too highly of themselves!"

The Supreme's favorite little brother: "He said No."

A high-IQ creature at late Foundation Establishment: "OK, OK."

A notification popped up on QQ. Su Lin had replied, and now he knew what to do next.

In other words: first muddy the waters, stall, stall hard.

Buy Lu Mingze some time.

Whatever happens, happens — before Tokyo Love Story airs, he needs to figure out how this system's points are converted.

"Zhou Tao, keep your tone respectful. Try asking which Dragon King he is."

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

"First meeting — I'm deeply honored." Receiving the order, Zhou Tao didn't hesitate. This was their mission in the first place.

"Might I have the honor of your esteemed name?"

"Su Lin."

In the Execution Department's war room, Schneider chuckled softly: "Heh, looks like he's not willing to tell us his name."

"I'm not a Dragon King. I'm actually human." Su Lin turned around, sat up high on the rooftop wall, his tone flat: "I'd like to meet your headmaster."

"Arrange it?"

Su Lin's tone was like someone preparing for a business meeting — not the slightest hint of hostility.

But in the eyes of the hybrids, this was a sign of arrogance — proof that the other party didn't consider you worth their attention.

Only when the other party wanted to kill you, when you were utterly incompatible, did it mean you had entered the dragon's sight and become its opponent.

"That might... require the headmaster's approval." Zhou Tao hesitated, stalling for the Execution Department, waiting for the next instruction.

"Or is there something we can pass along on your behalf?"

Zhou Tao thought, surely the Black Dragon didn't bring a message for Angers too — that would just be too absurd.

Everyone in Kassel College knows that Uncle Angre is the kind of person who, as long as he still has a breath left, will tear a wound into a dragon's body.

Standing beside Schneider, Uncle Angre didn't care at all. He definitely wouldn't agree — five hundred years of lifespan meant far less to him than dragging the entire dragon race down to hell.

"Let him pay some attention to Lu Mingfei's big life event." Su Lin scratched his head in some irritation: "The whole of Northwestern Shanxi is about to be stirred into one pot of porridge, damn."

"Was it really that hard for you people at Kassel to arrange him a wife back then!"

Schneider wondered if his ears were going bad, and turned to Uncle Angre beside him to ask: "What did he just say?"

"Mm, if I didn't hear wrong, he's complaining that we didn't find Lu Mingfei a girlfriend." Uncle Angre stroked his chin — he too suspected he might have misheard.

The hint could only be given this much. The harem route faction and the no-heroine faction were at each other's throats, and had dragged him — a former fan of the Lu-Hui CP who had already abandoned the ship — into it.

So no matter how I make a fuss, it's fine?

The divine fragment fused once again.

Six-winged light feathers appeared behind him. Su Lin rose into the air, a pair of platinum-gold eyes looking down at the two hybrids on the ground.

The divine fragment was no longer suppressed; heavenly music sounded.

The world sang in praise of the new god who commanded the Law of Light ascending the throne!