Amon did not linger too long on Caesar and Chu Zihang. He looked at Lu Mingfei beside him, whose back was straight as a drawn bowstring, and a gratified smile appeared on his face.
Over these past few days, he had continuously guided Lu Mingfei, deliberately drawing him into the vortex of this "Freedom Day," tailoring a plan that could bring out his talent for shooting and command, even creating an opportunity for him to personally defeat Chu Zihang and pull down the Lionheart Society's battle flag. Everything he had done was to build confidence in this little pitiable kid and get him to stand tall.
When he had fought Chu Zihang, there had been no bullets in his gun. It was not that he had truly forgotten them; he had done it on purpose. He needed a reason to press pause on the battlefield.
Even if it had involved shooting from behind, personally defeating a "legend" surrounded by countless halos was still a rare experience for Lu Mingfei.
College was a new stage in life, and naturally it called for a new beginning. At the start of such a new stage was precisely the best time to change oneself.
Let the past be past. Whether dragon or worm, it would be decided today.
To Amon, helping Lu Mingfei grow and turning him into a true S-rank was more in line with his expectations.
S-rank sounded impressive, but it was really nothing special—merely on the level of an ordinary Second Generation Dragon, not particularly threatening.
Lu Mingfei with lions in his eyes was not frightening. What Amon truly worried about was the little pitiable Lu Mingfei who had nowhere left to turn and was despairing inside.
That was practically a powder keg—one spark, and he would explode, becoming Dragon King