Hearing Fingel's words, Lu Mingfei was stunned for a moment. His impression of Chu Zihang was still that of his junior high school days: he had excellent grades, was serious about his speech, was a good athlete, and looked as if he was an immortal descended from heaven.
It's hard to imagine that such a man would drive a dump truck and hit a monster so hard that it couldn't be shoveled. It can only be said that everyone has changed a lot over the years, whether it is Chu Zihang or Lu Mingfei.
"This is really, really fierce. I never knew that senior brother had such a violent side." Lu Mingfei murmured to himself.
"How should I put it? Chu Zihang is the future ace of the execution department.
However, some commissioners who went on missions with him said that he was very...
How do you say, pragmatism?”
Fingel was completely excited about the gossip, but Lu Mingfei was a little surprised by Fingel's comments.
"Are you saying that he is more utilitarian when doing tasks?"
"No, no, no, you completely misunderstood what I meant." Fingel waved his hand.
"According to my information, Chu Zihang always uses some strange tricks when doing tasks.
What about sulfuric acid water guns, stainless steel hooks, and of course dump trucks?
The most important thing is that you don't see him holding a samurai sword. In fact, it is just a cover-up.
When you and him are inseparable from each other, he will distance himself, pull out a gun from nowhere, give you a shuttle, and then use his spirit of speech to summon flames to smear your face."
Hearing Fingel's statement, Lu Mingfei shuddered: "I thought senior brother would just cut it open."
"No, no, no, Chu Zihang is such a person. He can kill the target. He doesn't mind using some small means. A gun is easier to use than a knife, so naturally he has to take out a gun.
Many people think that Chu Zihang is very powerful, and the official commissioner of the execution department also appreciates this approach."
"Why?"
"Because survival is the first priority. How many idiots do you think every year fight with Deadpool with knives, and are eventually disemboweled by Deadpool's claws? Not everyone is Principal Angers." Fingel translated
He rolled his eyes. In the eyes of the execution department, a guy like Chu Zihang who does everything possible is an excellent commissioner.
"And who do you think Chu Zihang learned these tricks from?" Fingel pointed at Lu Mingfei, who was still in a daze.
"With me... ah, no, you learned it from Uncle De?" Lu Mingfei suddenly realized, and he said that this kind of thing was not in line with the temperament of his senior brother at all. It turned out that there was an expert helping behind the scenes.
"No wonder senior brother told me before that he and Uncle De learned how to drive heavy vehicles, so that's what happened." Only then did Lu Mingfei realize that Chu Zihang didn't lie to him. He really knew how to drive a dump truck.
"That's the kind of person Mr. Ander is. You know, there's a legend in Kassel.
If you gain favor from Mr. Ender, he may give you alchemy weapons.
According to the previous people who obtained the weapons, these alchemical weapons were lent to them by Mr. Ander.
We have to pay them back when they die."
Fingel followed the topic and told Ender's story. He could see that Lu Mingfei wanted to know more about Ender.
"Of course there is interest for borrowing, either gold, gems, or another alchemical weapon."
Lu Mingfei showed a strange expression: "So my uncle is actually a loan shark?"
Fingel replied angrily: "Do you think an alchemical weapon is cheap? The value of this kind of thing is measured in millions.
If you borrow Mr. Ender's weapon, you can borrow it for a lifetime. When you return it, you only need to give a few gems, and you don't even need a deposit.
The interest rate is lower than that of demand deposits. Have you ever seen such a good loan shark?"
"Senior brother, did you get it?" Lu Mingfei asked curiously.
Fingel looked at him and said, "Have you seen Chu Zihang's samurai sword? It's called Murasame, and it was given to his father by Mr. Ander.
The blade of the blade can produce water droplets just by waving it, and after cutting someone, the water mixed with blood will flow down, which is really cool."
Fingel made a gesture of wielding a knife, his words full of envy.
"Then Mr. Ander gave me a knife that could emit fire. He told me that the knife was called Village Fire.
Because if a knife can make rain, it is called village rain; if a knife can make fire, it can only be called village fire."
At this point, Fingel showed a resentful look: "I said I don't want such a vulgar name, and suggested changing the name of this knife to the Underworld Killing Flame Demon Knife, but he said no, this is the appropriate name for the knife.
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"I don't want them all. The name Cunhuo is too weird, and the most important thing is..."
"What is the most important thing?" Lu Mingfei asked.
"The most important thing is that I probably won't be able to pay the interest on the weapon, so I'd better forget it." Fingel showed a helpless smile, "I've had to pay for it, so I can't afford it."
"Can't you borrow it for a lifetime?" Lu Mingfei asked curiously, "Then you can just save more money."
"It's too scary to be in debt for the rest of your life." Fingel shuddered. "From now on, I will go to the Cuban branch, smoke cigars, hug beautiful women, and fight and kill. It has nothing to do with me."
"Later, Mr. Ander gave me a job, so theoretically he is also my boss." Fingel was stunned for a moment, "So you are considered my young boss?"
"Ah?" Lu Mingfei didn't know, so "What kind of job is it?"
"Well, it's hard to say. You should know in a few days. Anyway, please remember to give me a bonus. I'm quite tired after working for so many years."
"Okay." Lu Mingfei shrugged. "If I have a chance, I'll try my best to rename that knife the Dark Killing Flame Demon Knife, if Uncle De allows it."
"But after you have said so much, you haven't told me what Uncle De does. Does he just drink, chat and eat and spank every day?" Lu Mingfei asked. It was really hard for him to imagine Ande standing on the podium.
The scene of giving a serious lecture.
Fingel showed a helpless expression: "You said the same thing, Mr. Ander is a technical talent, and like my mentor, he doesn't have to do anything most of the time.
He has made great achievements in alchemy, and he and my tutor made the alchemy circle in our school together."
"I really can't tell." Lu Mingfei nodded, "Then who is your mentor?"
"Vice principal, master of alchemy, I just chose his subject. I can't graduate because I can't do it. It's stupid dragon neurology."
Lu Mingfei looked at Fingel carefully for a while, as if it was the first day he met his roommate.
"Look, I was an A-level student back then. How can I be like an F-level repeater now?" Fingel said angrily.
Fingel seemed to have remembered something again, and said to Lu Mingfei: "How about you become my junior brother? You are Mr. Ander's junior, and the tutor will definitely not block your thesis, so maybe I can graduate together."