Dragon Raja: History Simulator

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These steel behemoths, symbols of wealth and status, entered this place in search of the dream of so-called "immortality."

Xia Mi sat next to him, swinging her legs listlessly, holding a steaming cup of jasmine tea in her hands.

He chuckled softly and said to Qin Wuyi opposite him:

"Mr. Qin, why do you think the Bai family head was willing to give up the temptation of immortality and put it up for sale in front of everyone?"

Today, Qin Wuyi was dressed in a well-fitting dark gray Zhongshan suit. He was slender, looked to be around forty years old, and had sharp eyes like a tiger or leopard.

Wang Anzhi once inquired in detail about Qin Wuyi from Nuwa.

He was born into a remote retainer of the Bai family. His family was a small mixed-race family that was dependent on the Bai family. His father died when he was young, and his mother was from a remote branch of the Bai family.

In every sense, he had no chance of achieving a rags-to-riches story, but that's exactly what happened.

Qin Wuyi successfully rose to power and took control of the entire orthodox Bai family.

Nuwa did not elaborate on the process of Qin Wuyi's ascension to power, but only briefly described how Qin Wuyi eventually reached a compromise with the Bai family, with Qin Wuyi taking over the position of elder of the Bai family in the orthodox lineage, and the Bai family giving up their relentless pursuit of Qin Wuyi.

According to Nuwa, after Qin Wuyi took power, many people in the Bai family were not convinced by him, and almost every few days someone tried to assassinate him.

As Wang Anzhi pondered Qin Wuyi's life, he listened to his reply:

There are always some things that ignite a greater passion than immortality.

Qin Wuyi's tone was very indifferent. He didn't think much of the two people in front of him, and only regarded them as his representatives to Nuwa.

"What is that?" Wang Anzhi already knew the answer, but he still asked.

"It's power. Nothing can make people more blinded than power. Besides, he's still young and doesn't know the taste of immortality," Qin Wuyi replied.

Wang Anzhi knew who the "he" Qin Wuyi was referring to was—Bai Luyan, the head of the Bai family, whom he had met once before.

"Did he place the elixir of immortality at the end of the auction?"

"Besides him, who else could it be?" Qin Wuyi asked in return.

Wang Anzhi did not answer, but simply looked at Qin Wuyi himself. "Then, where did Patriarch Bai get this elixir of immortality from? Don't tell me that he personally refined it according to ancient texts."

Qin Wuyi sneered twice, "Who else could it be? Besides the Dragon King, who else would have the audacity to offer an elixir of immortality just to stir up trouble?"

Wang Anzhi vaguely thought of Nuwa and said, "Why do you all believe that the elixir of immortality is real?"

"real or fake?"

Qin Wuyi shook his head. "Even if there's only a one in ten thousand chance, no one will let this opportunity slip by."

He paused, looking at the vehicles approaching below, and said in a meaningful tone, "Besides, the Dragon King is always here."

At that moment, an exceptionally flamboyant red Ferrari Enzo, with a roaring engine, executed a clean drift and came to a stop in front of the main entrance.

The car door opened like wings, and the first person to step out was a long leg wearing custom-made trousers, followed by a head of brilliant blond hair that shone brightly under the lights.

Cesare Gattuso straightened up, adjusted his cuffs, and wore his usual, seemingly innate, pride and confidence.

Immediately afterwards, the other car door opened, and Chu Zihang stepped out. He was still dressed in a black suit, taciturn, with sharp eyes like a long sword about to be drawn, a stark contrast to Caesar's flamboyance.

Finally, Fingel emerged from the driver's seat. He was wearing an ill-fitting suit, seemingly chewing on something, looking around with an air of smug enjoyment.

Qin Wuyi pointed at them and asked, "Are they the cream of the crop from Kassel College this generation? The young master of the Gattuso family, the young master of the Frings family, and..."

When Chu Zihang was mentioned, Qin Wuyi paused and didn't say anything more.

Wang Anzhi looked at them, but his heart was not much turmoil. Apart from Fingel, Chu Zihang and Caesar were not considered to be outstanding in terms of strength.

"That's them."

Unbeknownst to the two, two more people got out of a Maserati.

One person exuded an air of confidence, like a mixed-race elite, while the other looked rather dejected, but standing next to him didn't seem like a burden.

He is Lu Mingfei.

"Senior, is this pre-school training?"

Lu Mingfei recalled that he had just received his admission notice from Kassel College, and a few days later, this senior in a suit came to tell him about it.

Students are required to attend a pre-enrollment training session before enrolling at Kassel College.

At that moment, Lu Mingfei was still a little apprehensive and cautiously asked this senior brother Cheng Shuangfan what the preschool training was and how difficult it was.

He heard that American universities generally require social practice, such as medical students having to do internships in hospitals beforehand, doing the hardest and most tiring work, enduring the most severe scolding, and finally getting an admission letter in return. Some even reportedly have to sell their bodies...

Only the most ruthless heroes can successfully land an offer from an Ivy League university.

But what kind of person is Lu Shenren? He's lazy and doesn't know anything about farming. He even gets out of breath sometimes when he's running. He's really worried that he won't be able to put in the hard work.

Unexpectedly, this senior student, Cheng, with his refined demeanor and rather roguish air, told him that the college's pre-training program was nothing special; it was usually just a publicly funded trip, a way to spend the college's funds.

Lu Mingfei believed it.

So he watched as his senior brother Cheng selected Sichuan on the map and told him that this was the location for their publicly funded tour—no, their pre-training program.

However, Lu Mingfei looked around cautiously. There were all kinds of luxury cars that he couldn't recognize, one after another. The people who got out of the cars were all dressed neatly. Even his senior brother Cheng unceremoniously picked up a Maserati and gave him a Tang suit.

This made him quite apprehensive.

Chapter 183 The Nanny Group and the Nanny Dad

On the other side, the Cadillac DTS, which was inconspicuous among the luxury cars, slowly came to a stop. The only thing that made it stand out was the Japanese flag stuck on it.

A man in a suit stepped out of the driver's seat. He wore sunglasses that covered half his face and had a cigar in his mouth. After getting out of the car, he looked at the national flag on the vehicle and sighed repeatedly:

“If my grandfather knew that his grandson was riding in a car with the Japanese flag, he would definitely get up and whip me twice.”

On the other side, a bright young girl dressed in a white Islamic robe slowly stepped out of the passenger seat. Despite her deliberate attempt to keep a low profile, she still stood out among the crowd.

She gestured with her lip, pointed to Marasati on the other side, and said with a smile:

Be content! Your grandfather probably won't have that chance.

The man with the cigar in his mouth was also looking at the Maserati. After Cheng Shuangfan and Lu Mingfei, a face that was extremely familiar to him stepped out of the car.

That was the face he saw every day when he looked in the mirror; it belonged to him.

Chu Tianjiao's face.

Chu Tianjiao sized up the imposter, his lips twitching incessantly, because even he couldn't immediately distinguish the real man from the fake one who was so nonchalant next to Lu Mingfei.

He cursed under his breath, "Damn it, how the hell is he here?"

"It's probably because your son is here too." The Islamic girl, also known as Mai Shude, smirked and pointed at the trio on the other side, especially Chu Zihang, who had a cold expression.

Since his old boss abandoned him and his new boss, Wang Anzhi, had not yet arranged a job for him, Jiu Demai truly experienced a sense of "freedom".

This trip to Chengdu was purely out of personal interest.

She glanced at her former "colleague" who was working at a different company than her, and smiled at his frustrated expression.

I don't know how my former boss managed to get him to obey.

Chu Tianjiao's face darkened, and he remained silent.

He knew in his heart that the imposter could not possibly have come here because his son was here; the only reason he was here was because of the "Supreme One" he had been watching over all these years—Lu Mingfei.

He took a deep breath of his cigar and carried a long box in one hand, inside which was a long knife.

For him, who possesses the power of Word of Power: Time Zero, swords are more trustworthy than bullets.

After entering the auction hall, one finds a magnificent and spacious layout. Further on, winding paths lead to pavilions, terraces, ponds, and rocks, all nestled amidst lush greenery. Stepping forward through the main hall's ceremonial gate, one finds various private rooms arranged in a circular pattern around the outer perimeter of the building.

It's quite unusual that a garden-like scene could be found inside a high-rise building.

With great interest, Jiu Demai surveyed the garden view in the inner room from inside the private room, and remarked:

"This is much more enjoyable than Soros auctions or the Snake Clan."

Soros auctions are the world's largest auctions, which Mai Shutoku frequently attended in the past. The Snake-Headed Eight Families are the uncrowned kings of Japan and Mai Shutoku's hometown, so she is most familiar with them.

Chu Tianjiao didn't pay much attention and casually said, "That's how these old guys from the orthodox tradition are; they always like to put on a show."

Mai looked at her former colleague with curiosity. "You seem to be very familiar with the Chinese orthodoxy! If I remember correctly, they have always been xenophobic. Even though they opened up a bit thirty years ago, it was still limited. It wasn't until twenty years ago that they had formal contact with the Secret Party."

Chu Tianjiao shook his head and remained silent.

Mai Shude did not ask any further questions.

Soon, the two entered the private room.

"Daddy, Daddy, do you know our mission?"

Chu Tianjiao pressed the earpiece in his left ear and sighed helplessly. Ever since he inexplicably became a puppet and then inexplicably woke up, he could never go back to the way things were before.

As he listened to the girl in his headphones, who seemed to be munching on potato chips while watching a romance drama, a feeling arose in his heart that "this world really is a makeshift operation."

How could such an unreliable girl manage to rake in hundreds of billions of dollars on Wall Street and escape unscathed without any sanctions, and openly run a company in the United States?

What kind of magical event is this?

He casually agreed:

"I know, I know. Keep a close eye on that imposter and don't let him cause too much trouble for our little rabbit. Guard him well and make sure he's within my sight. If he's in danger, rush in and take a bullet for him..."

As he spoke, Chu Tianjiao cursed inwardly. He had really met Nidhogg. Nidhogg had done almost the same thing when he was working under Angers.

In a daze, he ended up as a puppet in Odin's hands, and it seems he also did this part-time. Now that he has been handed over to a new boss, he still can't do without Lu Mingfei.

With each new boss, his relationship with the legendary "Lu Mingfei" grew ever closer, from a simple watcher to a pure surveillancer, and now to a caretaker.

If you didn't know better, you'd think that the person who married Qiao Weini back then was him, and that this Lu Mingfei was born to his wife.

However, when he thought of the puppet staring at his face, Chu Tianjiao felt even more emotional. Now he really couldn't go home.

Otherwise, that puppet would probably not spare their family.

On the other side, while watching a boring Korean drama, Potato Chip Girl was giving Chu Tianjiao orders with an air of authority:

"Good to know. I don't know how the boss convinced you, but now you should understand Lu Mingfei's importance. All the people here combined can't compare to him."

Chu Tianjiao silently shook his head, "Except for my son."

Su Enxi was taken aback for a moment, but did not object. After Mai left, the boss also kept his promise and did not order her around as before.

Thus, Chu Tianjiao took her ecological niche.

In every respect, Chu Tianjiao's position is above Mai Yi's. Whether as an assassin, a warrior, or an agent, as an S-class specialist at Kassel College, he is superior to Mai Yi.