Five years old Lu Mingfei

Chapter 60 Fifty-eight. Bring an umbrella but not a knife on a rainy night
Perhaps because of the cloudy weather, the people on the street were hurried and sparse and gradually disappeared, like dark shadows flowing into the sewers along the dirty water.

It was getting late, and Lu Mingfei should have gone back long ago, but it should be said that he was a little ashamed. He stood silently under the eaves.

I don't know when the light rain started to fall, and the umbrella that his senior sister asked him to bring when he went out came in handy.

But he didn't open it, and the cold rain that drifted in from the wind wet the hair on his forehead.

The light from the store illuminated two figures, one large and one small.

The dark skirt only covered her knees, and the girl's slightly thin white legs were exposed. She wrapped herself up and leaned against Lu Mingfei.

"I hate rainy days," Lu Mingzi said, with raindrops on his face, as if he didn't catch a cold: "If you get wet, you will feel cold. I hate the cold."

Lu Mingfei smiled, hugged her into his arms, and said softly: "Then you don't have to hate the rain anymore. Just hide here with me when it's cold."

"Brother, your character is ruined," Lu Mingzi said resentfully, "I should be the one to say these bloody words."

Lu Mingfei was startled for a moment, then smiled and shook his head: "I'm a sister-controller, okay? It's normal to care about my sister."

He held up an umbrella to protect himself from the wind and rain, and said relaxedly: "I'll let it go if I get caught in the rain. I can't let you suffer too."

"That's not the case. Brother, you are in a bad mood right now. You should say something impatient and tell everyone who disturbs you to go away," Lu Mingzi said lightly.

Lu Mingfei sighed: "How can a brother vent his anger on his sister?"

"It doesn't matter. As long as it's for my brother, I'll do anything, no matter what it is." She said softly.

Lu Mingfei knocked her on the head and said in anger: "If I want you to die, will you die too?"

"No." Lu Mingzi covered his head and said calmly: "Brother will not let me die."

Lu Mingfei had nothing to say.

"Actually, brother, you don't have to worry about anything at all," she smiled lightly: "Brother, you are the emperor. If anyone is qualified to have three wives and six concubines, there will be no one else except you."

"No," Lu Mingfei shook his head repeatedly and said seriously: "The last person to restore the monarchy was Yuan Shikai. He left the market miserably, so being a 'Yuan Pi' will not end well."

Lu Mingzi sighed helplessly and wanted to say something more, but suddenly smiled: "What a coincidence."

Lu Mingfei heard the girl's scream. He turned his head and looked over. Four young men who looked like gangsters were surrounding a girl and squeezing her into the alley. The leader was holding a folding knife in his hand, and the unwashed tattoo scar on his shoulder was particularly eye-catching.

He reluctantly stood up straight and sighed: "Damn it, how did society become like this?"

He walked towards them holding an umbrella and waved as a greeting.

The gangsters frowned, and after a few of them looked at each other and confirmed that Lu Mingfei was just a bachelor without any brothers following him, their expressions immediately softened. The leader fiddled with the folding knife, winked at a brother, and signaled him to control the girl, and then led the remaining two to intercept Lu Mingfei.

"Can you let her go?" Lu Mingfei said politely.

The leader sneered: "Who are you?"

Lu Mingfei's hands were shaking a little and he couldn't hold the umbrella, so he simply took it away.

The light from nowhere flashed for a moment, and the gangster at the head was a little unbelievable. He actually saw the other party smiling.

"Everything is created to nourish people, and people have nothing to repay heaven with." He heard Lu Mingfei mutter to himself.

He panicked, then made a determined uppercut and hit Lu Mingfei on the jaw. This punch was not light, and the gangster's hand felt hot. He proudly waved his fist to show off to his brothers: "Howling!"

Still a gamer.

Lu Mingfei staggered, vomited blood, and was a little confused: "Brother, if you fight like this, what does the knife in your hand mean? Do you carry a knife without an umbrella on a rainy night?"

He turned the umbrella in his hand. It was a disposable umbrella provided by the hotel. The handle was as thin as a needle.

The gangster's face darkened, he raised his fist and approached Lu Mingfei again.

Several younger brothers gathered around, laughing and joking, as if they were watching the fun. This scene may have been repeated countless times.

Until they were horrified to find that the thin umbrella handle penetrated from the back of their boss.

Lu Mingfei used force again, his hands were already soaked in blood, and the gangster he led screamed like a slaughtering pig.

"Help me. Help me!" He shouted as if he was looking back at the light, with tears streaming down his face.

Lu Mingfei raised his eyebrows. Seeing that he still had the energy to speak, he turned the umbrella in his hand 180 degrees.

Then the screams disappeared and the gangster collapsed on the ground like a corpse.

"Hey, why is he dead?"

"Do you think he can be saved if he is sent to the hospital now?" Lu Mingfei raised his head and looked at the remaining three people.

He laughed: "It's a pity to let him die like this."

Blood flowed all over the floor, and the remaining three people looked at him like a madman.

"Kill everyone!" As if waking up from a big dream, someone finally came back to his senses tremblingly.

Several people abandoned the girl and ran away in terror.

Lu Mingfei stood up, but the girl huddled in the corner.

She shook her head in panic: "Don't kill me. Don't."

She cried as if begging for mercy from a monster.

Lu Mingfei squinted and licked the blood between his teeth. It smelled like rust. His expression must be ugly now.

He clenched his fist and then unclenched it.

"I'm a good person." He chuckled.

"I'm a hooker! It's none of my business, I don't care." He became angry again.

He drew a "stretch" on the gangster's body on the ground and left without looking back.

"What level? Play the same game as me."

(End of this chapter)