At Chicago Airport, Lu Mingfei stood beneath the black colossal monster, gazing up at its majestic form.
Zero, standing beside him, was also slightly stunned because the message she received was to travel by business class, not on such a monster.
The Gulfstream G550, a leader among private jets, the Kassel College Head’s personal plane for vacations, was a super-modified version handled by the Equipment Department, one-of-a-kind globally, absolutely no second identical model could be found, and its pure black paint job elevated its prestige to the peak.
“Sleipnir,” the Kassel College Head said, standing behind the two children, “How is it? Looks very cool, right? The mission has changed; business class might not support this operation.”
Lu Mingfei indeed found pictures of this monster under the ID “Cambridge Folding Knife.” The nine-grid layout also included photos of the Kassel College Head vacationing in a small town abroad, and the man in the photo with the Kassel College Head seemed completely unaware that the old man beside him was a formidable person capable of bending steel bars with his bare hands.
This post also had nearly three thousand replies, making it a top-tier post. The most ridiculous thing was that Fingel was actually the first one to comment—
“Taking bets, taking bets, how much did the Kassel College Head’s public-funded trip cost this time?”
…Should I say, as expected of Fingel?
“Kassel College Head, is our trip also publicly funded this time?” Lu Mingfei noticed the key point in Fingel’s post.
“Of course, it’s an open and legitimate expense. Those old fogeys on the Board of Directors have been urging me to go to China to find information about the Family’s current situation. They raised both hands and feet in approval when I volunteered this time,” Angers said. “So, all your expenses in China this time can be charged to me, consider it a gift to my dear students.”
Lu Mingfei nodded and walked towards the boarding stairs, where a specialist dressed in the Execution Department’s standard black uniform was standing.
After Lu Mingfei approached, the specialist bowed slightly before straightening up to examine Lu Mingfei, pulling out a tablet to confirm Lu Mingfei’s identity: “Lu Mingfei?”
“That’s me.” Lu Mingfei took the tablet and signed his name in the blank space, indicating his agreement to the relevant terms and acceptance of this mission.
He opened the agreement and looked at it for two more glances; it was the Cadaver Repatriation Agreement he had seen before. “Didn’t I already sign one?”
“The previous agreement was used for your S-Class mission; each signed agreement is a one-time use,” the specialist politely explained.
“That’s quite humane. If someone changes their mind, they can withdraw in time,” Lu Mingfei mumbled twice.
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“It was precisely after someone raised a similar issue that we specifically added the clause for one-time validity,” the specialist watched Lu Mingfei enter the plane and then handed the tablet to Zero.
“You seem very calm,” Angers said, walking beside Lu Mingfei. “Few students remain this calm after receiving consecutive field assignments in their first year of college.”
“With the Kassel College Head accompanying me, I feel much more at ease.” Lu Mingfei placed his suitcase in the corner.
Upon boarding the plane, Lu Mingfei discovered that the Gulfstream’s interior was even more luxurious than he had imagined. It was completely different from the first-class cabin provided by Kassel College for his previous flight to Chicago; the Gulfstream’s interior was designed entirely to the scale of a living room.
Sofas and coffee tables were all present, and there was even a purely hand-woven carpet on the floor, which made no sound when stepped on.
“Ladies and gentlemen, please fasten your seatbelts; the Gulfstream’s takeoff speed will be quite exaggerated,” Angers said.
At Angers’s prompt, Lu Mingfei then noticed that all those sofa chairs strangely had seatbelts.
Produced by the Equipment Department, it must be a masterpiece.
Lu Mingfei recalled the Equipment Department flashlight he had used last time; that hot, red flashlight eventually exploded. When he was evacuating from the Dragon Tomb, the sudden explosion even made everyone suspect it was a surprise attack.
So everyone dutifully fastened their seatbelts and waited for the plane to take off.
Presumably, the name of this plane was not for show. Sleipnir, the eight-legged divine horse in Norse mythology, Odin’s mount, was never known for its comfort.
A roaring noise filled his ears, a ear-splitting sound that pierced directly into his brain nerves. The strong push-back sensation almost made Lu Mingfei sink into the sofa, unable to extricate himself. If it weren’t for the seatbelt, he probably wouldn’t have been able to grip the wool carpet with his feet.
Once steady, Angers handed two files to Lu Mingfei and Zero respectively. “Your training plan, and a small mission before the Kui Men Plan officially begins.”
Untying the knot and opening the paper bag, Lu Mingfei pulled out the document and was stunned after just one glance.
S-Class Top Secret.
Written entirely in red rouge, like glaring fresh blood, he glanced at Zero, who was three seats away from him, unbuckled his seatbelt, and went to the restroom.
…
The teacup gently clinked against the solid wood table, making a dull sound. Liu Tongchen, sitting opposite the man, looked at his elder brother, not quite understanding why he placed such importance on this matter, to the point of personally appearing without a single soldier.
In the small pavilion in the backyard, there was the cool breeze of early autumn. The surrounding bamboo mats completely blocked any view of the scene within, only occasionally revealing glimpses through gaps blown open by the wind, where one could see the man, having put down his teacup, looking at his brother with a benevolent smile.
Liu Tongchen refilled his brother’s cup with fresh tea.
“Is it necessary to treat Lu Mingfei like this? He’s just an outsider.”
“I don’t know if he’s an outsider. Many years ago, there were also shadows of the Lu clan within the Family. Lu Shanyan was a highly sought-after figure in his era; everyone wanted to get to know him. Every day, new gifts were placed before Lu Shanyan, but he refused them all. That’s why we discovered Lu Mingfei so late,” the man said softly.
“But even so, you don’t need to appear in person, Brother. You are the Clan Head, the future patriarch of our Liu Family, and you might even become the spokesperson for the entire Family. Just for a small Lu Mingfei, it’s too grand,” Liu Tongchen said somewhat sulkily.
“You’re wrong. Those are achievements I might attain in the future. Looking too far ahead will instead delay the present matters. One wrong step leads to many wrong steps. I myself dare not say for certain that I will become the patriarch; don’t make guarantees for me,” the man gave Liu Tongchen a flick on the forehead.
He narrowed his eyes and continued, “Given Lu Mingfei’s bloodline, he is absolutely worth our efforts. Other Families are all considering taking Lu Mingfei as a son-in-law because the files they received only cover his eighteen years before joining Kassel College. But I had a brief encounter with Hilbert Jean Angers, and from the pride he showed when mentioning Lu Mingfei, Lu Mingfei is probably not as simple as written in the files.”
“An S-Class of Kassel College is completely equivalent to a ‘Gan’ position within our Family. My ability is still a bit short of reaching that position, so I need Lu Mingfei. My ancestor once had Han Xin and Zhang Liang; I too will have Lu Mingfei and you.”
The man said indifferently, instructing Liu Tongchen: “Pass down the word, win over Lu Mingfei at all costs. I need him.”
…
Lu Mingfei completely pulled out the documents from the file bag. It was not the bloody mission he had imagined, like slaughtering Three-Generations Breeds or assassinating berserk hybrids.
Instead, only a few lines of text were written.
Here, I am happy, and I do not think of Shu.
May S-Class remember.
Beware of the Family’s sugar-coated bullets!
