Chapter 230: Speeding, Crazy Dragon
In Egypt, as night falls and the moonlight shines on the city, it is unusually peaceful.

As a typical country harvested by America, Egypt, like other countries, has encountered more or less big and small problems.

As problems arise, people will try to trample on the law under the tremendous pressure of making a living.

This is not surprising. Since ancient times, there have been countless people who have taken risks in order to stay alive, and even more numerous who have rebelled. A few words written in history books may represent the resistance of half a country and tens of millions of people.

Of course, Egypt has not yet reached this deadly rebellion dilemma because of state subsidies for bread and basic food supplies.

However, major events such as rebellion did not occur, but petty theft and other crimes increased exponentially.

"Brother, are you changing your career to become a superhero?"

Lu Mingze put his hands behind his back, looked at Lu Mingfei's unique appearance, and complained directly: "Have you paid the publishing fee to Marvel?"

Lu Mingfei in front of Lu Mingze looked different. He changed into an almost pure black jumpsuit, and he was wrapped up like a tight-fitting agent.

Lu Mingfei shook his wrist, his eyes calm as he looked at Lu Mingze: "I admire Batman."

"Oh, Master Wayne, your Batfighter license has been revoked, and you have to ride this Harley motorcycle to fight crime." Lu Mingze took over Lu Mingfei's words well, snapped his index finger, and changed his clothes with one click.

He was wearing a neat suit and had a shiny beard, looking like a typical British gentleman, with a slightly biu-di-no accent.

"Also, due to a shortage of funds, your Batman suit is being manufactured, so you may need to wait for a short period of time."

"what."

With a laugh, Lu Mingfei got on the pure black Harley motorcycle brought by Lu Mingze, which was said to be the same model as Ghost Rider.

"Lu Mingze, do you think I am still myself? Now I am actually doing something I never dared to think of before, preparing to go racing."

Lu Mingfei put down his hand that was about to turn the accelerator, picked up the helmet, and asked with confusion.

The huge changes visible to the naked eye, the complete reshaping of everything from personality to habits, shattered the self and then crushed it like iron ore.

Such pain, such torture, am I still "Lu Mingfei" who lives here?

"Of course, brother, you are still Lu Mingfei, you have just changed a little bit."

There are only slight changes, but your existence has not actually changed at all.

“Really?” Lu Mingfei put on the helmet and pressed the buckle hard: “I really don’t know if this is a good or bad change.”

I am still me, I am still Lu Mingfei.

Holding the accelerator of the Harley motorcycle, Lu Mingfei felt that he was not sitting on an ordinary car, but a violent dragon. And he was a dragon tamer, reaching out to grab the reins on the dragon's neck and suppress its violence.

"Lu Mingze, this is an ordinary Harley motorcycle, right?"

“Of course.” Lu Mingze nodded: “This is an ordinary Harley motorcycle, the same model as Ghost Rider’s Harley-Davidson-V22R.”

"That's fine."

"Brother, are you really ready?"

"What did you say?" Lu Mingfei looked at Lu Mingze with some confusion. Why did you ask that?

Taking a deep breath and thinking about everything Lu Mingfei had experienced, Lu Mingze really wanted to say that you only need to trade a quarter of your life, and then all of this will be within your reach.

However, he seemed like a stranger, with a personality completely different from that of a loser, and his words and actions showed such passion.

Lu Mingze suppressed the deal he was about to say and changed the subject: "Brother, I wish you a safe journey." "Ha, of course." Lu Mingfei waved goodbye to Lu Mingze, then turned on the accelerator.

Lu Mingze did not lie, this Harley motorcycle was indeed an ordinary motorcycle, a product of the same set as Ghost Rider.

"I wish you a safe journey." After saying that, Lu Mingze's figure faded until it disappeared without a trace.

Twisting the accelerator, under the dark moon, Lu Mingfei felt the wind blowing through his body. The air currents stirred him like a fish struggling in a river, fighting against the flowing water.

The wind surrounded him, and Lu Mingfei could feel the touch of the air passing over his skin.

In the memory of his mind, everything that the deep sea sensed was recalled once again, despair, wailing, pain, torture... words that describe Lu Mingfei's so-called life.

The deep sea embraces everything, and the sea water and the air gradually overlap at this time. Lu Mingfei feels as if he is struggling in the deep sea again, reaching out to grab the light.

"Hahahahahaha."

Laughing loudly, inside the black helmet, Lu Mingfei felt that everything was so refreshing and free.

What is stress? There are different answers for different people.

Bai Mo's pressure is to deal with the troubles happening in the world without any rest time, suppress the world's turmoil, and control the conflicts within a certain range.

From mixed-bloods, ordinary people to all kinds of people, all kinds of things involved need to be handled by Baimo.

I am one with everything in the world, and everything exists with me, everywhere. So naturally I need to take on everyone’s “personality” and their role on the world stage!

For example, Kaguya Shinomiya.

She saw the "god" side of Bai Mo and entered the Japanese light drama called "Confessions of Kaguya-sama". In the real world, Bai Mo walked around Japan as Kaguya Shinomiya, maintaining the pillars of order from collapsing.

Shinomiya Kaguya is just one of them. Besides her, there are thousands and millions of people, men, women, old people, children... Basically, Bai Mo has to restrict and plan everything and stride towards a better future.

Lu Mingfei naturally didn’t know all this, and this was something Lu Mingze couldn’t understand either.

His pressure is different from white foam, it is in another form.

In the past, Lu Mingfei was trapped in a cage. Everything he saw was like looking at the world outside the window through iron bars, while he himself was firmly bound by chains.

The so-called words "you should do this", "you must do this", and "you can only do this" are like a tortoise's shell, suppressing the rabbit inside the tortoise shell from running.

"Now, I don't have to think about these things."

Are you afraid of the consequences? Are you worried about the future?
I don't need it.

There is no need to think about how Chen Wenwen will view you by doing this, no need to think about what kind of reaction you will get from your uncle and aunt by doing this, no need to think about becoming a clown to please others... You don't have to think about anything, just turn the accelerator, drive the motorcycle, and go full speed ahead.

Unconsciously, Lu Mingfei stepped on the accelerator to the limit.

As he raced with abandon, the fiery golden light in his eyes looked like the pupils of a giant dragon, and his heartbeat speed had surpassed the limits of human beings.

"Faster, faster, faster!"

Twisting the accelerator, there was a faint flame burning on Lu Mingfei's body. He was like a mad dragon, venting his presence here unscrupulously.

The painful memories were suppressed in his heart, and Lu Mingfei just wanted to vent, push away this heavy pressure, and vent the endless emotions in his heart.

(End of this chapter)