"It seems that you have recruited many young people with first-class pedigree..."
Henkel was silent for a while, and spoke slowly and forcefully, "We know that Kassel College killed the 'bronze and fire' among the four monarchs in the Three Gorges of the Yangtze River last year."
"Yes." Angers said calmly.
"So did you get the dragon bone?"
"No." Angers shook his head and said, "It could have been possible, but an accident occurred. A student hit it with a storm torpedo, but after that we searched the entire water area and couldn't find his bones."
"But you are sure he is dead!" A young man stood up and said.
"Actually, we're not sure." Angers said casually,
"But even the Four Monarchs are still in the biological category. A frontal hit from a storm torpedo can penetrate a cruiser. Under such a blow, the possibility of his survival is too small.
He didn't have enough time to give birth to a huge body, so he just used the body of "Dragon Attendant", which is not even one-tenth of the original body, right?
Furthermore we did kill Constantine and obtained his bones."
"Congratulations!" Han Gao raised his glass, "For the first time in history, we have truly killed the four monarchs, and we killed two twins on the same throne! The ability of the dragon clan to 'cocoon'
It has been a nightmare for us for thousands of years, no matter how many times we kill it, it will always come back to life, and you have solved this problem."
"Of course, the purpose of the Secret Party's existence is to completely end the history of the Dragon Clan."
"Who's the next target?"
"I can't talk about this anymore. If I leak the college's plans, the school directors won't let me go."
"Very good." Henkel nodded slightly, "At least we know you have a complete plan. If that day comes, it will open a new chapter in human history."
He nodded to the young man who stood up.
"We have some ideas to convey to Kassel College." The young man puffed up his chest and slowly approached Angers.
He has learned the majesty of his fathers, and is elegant and agile.
"I'm just here to hear what you think." Angers waved his cigar.
"Mr. Angers, if it were Mr. Frost who came to the auction today instead of you, we might not be able to sit down, have a glass of wine, and talk like friends."
The young man was condescending, staring into Angers eyes, "I think you understand the reason."
Angers smiled and said: "Frost Gattuso is one of the leaders of the Gattuso family. He is proud of his bloodline. He is very radical and does not know how to adapt. If it were him, he would not bother to talk to you at all."
"We are both hybrids and should be good friends. We just have some differences in our attitude towards dragons, but this is not irreparable. Now that you have the power to kill the first generation, we are happy to see it and are willing to help you.
provide help!"
"So generous?" Angers raised his eyebrows.
"We are willing to give generously for the common cause, but we also expect reasonable returns." The young man slowly walked behind Angers.
"Repay?"
"Yes, after the history of the dragon clan ends, the new era will belong to the mixed race. We are far better than ordinary people, and we will become the new dragon clan! But... no one group should have absolute power, we should share power!
"
"Is this a discussion about turf division?"
"No, it's not division, it's sharing!" The young man held the back of Ange's chair, his attitude was affectionate, and his breath could spray onto Ange's face when he spoke.
"So do you have a specific plan?" Angers lowered his head and played with the glass in his hand, and the wine liquid showed layers of pale golden ripples.
"First, and most importantly, if you get those Dragon Kings...I mean, you can't keep them to yourself."
"Do you want the specimen to be toured around the world?" Angers smiled.
"You understand my attitude, Mr. Principal..."
"That's enough." Angers suddenly interrupted him. He stood up slowly and said with an elegant smile, "Of course I understand your attitude, but you don't understand mine."
Only then did the young man realize that the old guy was taller than him. When standing face to face, the height advantage was immediately reversed.
"I should have had more patience to listen to your idiotic speech, but I'm sorry, my student is still too young, and I don't want to dirty his ears anymore."
"The new dragon clan? Young man, do you know who you are in the eyes of the dragon clan?"
"Mingfei, tell him that you have had close contact with two Dragon Kings, and no one knows it better than you!"
Lu Mingfei was in front of the bookcase without raising his head, "A dwarf, and the kind that kneels."
Ange gently patted the young man's face and said with a smile:
"Did you hear what my student said? You are just a dwarf in front of the Dragon Clan. You have their bloodline but it is incomplete. You talk big words without knowing it."
"Even when they look directly at you, your incomplete bloodline may make you lose the right to resist.
"You will kneel down on the ground unconditionally and worship them, and this is blood suppression! Mingfei, what is this called in China?"
Lu Mingfei finally put down the ancient book, turned around and said seriously: "Back then, we called this kind of person a traitor, but as for him, he should be called a traitor."
"Oh! What an interesting title!" Ange shrugged, then smiled, "A miserable person who can't even control his own destiny dares to compete with the new dragon clan? Young man, do you know what my dream is in this life?
"
The young man who had suffered the greatest humiliation in his life had fire burning in his eyes.
But let alone struggle, he did his best even in the face of pressure from Angers.
"Kill all the dragons." Henkel said calmly and intervened in the conversation between the two.
"Yes! My lifelong pursuit in this life is to kill all dragons. All dragons, whether born or pretentious, are my enemies!"
Angers flicked the butt of his cigar and said coldly,
"And those who have been my enemies will end badly!"
When this old guy showed his majesty.
No one noticed that the young man standing in front of the bookshelf stiffened for a moment.
"Henkel, you should teach your children some simple truths. The methods of Wall Street do not apply to red-eyed desperadoes like me. Mingfei, let's go."
The old man regained his clothes, turned around and walked out of the door.
The pressure like a sea wave finally dissipated, and the young man breathed violently as if he had been suffocated for a long time, and staggered back.
Everyone, including him, thought this discussion had ended in failure.
"Speaking of which... do you know why I haven't looked at you since I entered the house?"
An unexpected sound.
Everyone turned their heads and looked at the young man who had been standing in front of the bookcase and never looked back.
Lu Mingfei put down his books, slowly turned around and walked toward the door, put his hands into his pants pockets, and said softly:
"I hate traitors the most. When I see traitors, I can't help but want to kill them. And now I happen to believe in nipping all dangers in the cradle, but I have to say... Mr. Henkel is still very worthy of my respect.
, after all, he is so discerning.”
The new generation S-class of Kassel School just turned his back to everyone, shrugged, and walked out of the crimson wooden door.
The moment he stepped out of the gate, he turned back for the second time, waved to everyone with a bright smile and said:
"Goodbye, boy! I hope I won't see you on the battlefield this time."
…
…
Henkel poured a glass of wine and handed it to the frightened young man.
"Have a drink. It doesn't matter. I don't expect you to reach any consensus with Angers. I just want to explore his tone. You have done a good job."
"Oh." The young man took the wine glass and drank it in one gulp.
"It seems that we were a little impulsive in rashly proposing cooperation, and the secret party showed a quite resistant attitude." Another young man said.
"Not necessarily, Kassel College really needs our help. You must also keep this lesson in mind and give up that damn rhetoric, even if it is a joke." Henkel turned to the young man who took the wine glass.
"lesson?"
"Don't compare yourself to the dragons in front of Angers! That old guy's lifelong pursuit is to bring all the dragons to death together. Do you want to be buried with him?"
Henkel stood up on crutches and said with emotion and admiration,
"Angers is over 130 years old. Have you seen any 130-year-old man as dashing as him? And what supports his dashing coat is revenge. More than a hundred years ago, the seeds of revenge took root in
Angers' heart has grown into a towering tree to this day, which is daunting."
"Revenge?" the young man asked confused.
The old man sighed:
"The annihilation of the Lionheart Club more than a hundred years ago had a great impact on him and turned his life upside down."
"For Frost Gattuso, slaying the dragon is a mission handed down from generation to generation and a profitable career. So it is difficult for you to negotiate terms with him. He is a businessman and a politician, and he will fight for every inch of land.
Fight."
"But Ange is different. He wants to avenge his former accomplices. As long as you ask him to kill all the dragons, he will agree to any conditions."
"Let's wait and see for a while. We still have a basis for negotiation with Angers, not to mention Frost is forcing him. I hope Frost will push him harder, so that Angers will be pushed to our side.
"
Henkel said with a smile. He slowly walked to one side of the wall and knocked on the wall.
"Come out, your dear principal has left."
A small door hidden in the red wall opens.
The guest came in silently.
Silver gray suit, shiny leather shoes and rose gold watch.
Every inch of his slender body is condensed with strength, and young people can't help but stare at his feet. His steps are rare, firm and gentle, without a strong sense of rhythm.
This comes from strong self-confidence.
When he stepped into the hut where the leaders of the mixed-race family gathered, he felt as if there was no one around him like the S-class before, as if he was in a deserted place.
Henkel raised his eyes and glanced at him, "Can you show up in front of me with dignity next time?"
"Custom-made suits from Prada, leather shoes from Hermes, and watches from Zenith," the customer patted his entire outfit. "The whole set cost 30,000 US dollars. It's a great deal!"
"What is that covering your head?"
"You've never seen a KFC paper bag? No way..." The man put a fries dipped in ketchup into his mouth.
This elegant, tough and stern guest had a KFC paper bag covering his head, and had two eyes and one mouth cut out.
So the young people could only stare at his feet.
"This time it's Colonel KFC? The last time you saw me, you had black stockings on your face. The last time it happened to be Halloween, you were wearing a Darth Vader mask..." Hengao held his forehead, "How much do you love to play?
?””
"Actually, my idol is Master Yoda..."
Henkel sighed.
"Okay, okay, actually I just don't want to show my face, it's not time yet." The young man smiled.
"Everyone who can enter this house is one of our own."
“History tells us that every leak of important intelligence comes from ‘our own people’.”
Henkel was stunned: "It makes sense. Did you hear what Ange said just now? Is he hiding anything?"
"It sounds like he didn't hide anything. He did possess a dragon bone. Now the school board is asking for it, but Angers has not handed it over."
"Haha, it seems that the school and the Secret Party are not of the same mind." Henkel smiled, "Do you know their next target?"
The man shook his head: "There is no definite information, but maybe... in China."
"China? Then continue to pay attention." Henkel nodded, "Besides, I am very interested in Lu Mingfei. Behind him... there should be more than just Angers."
"He is a famous figure in the college. He is valued by the principal and is the only one with an 'S' rank."
"Collect information about Lu Mingfei, no matter how trivial it is, I want it."
"It has started, but there is no special progress yet. He looks ordinary, not even an 'S' class, and he is in troubled adolescence."
"Ordinary? You call that ordinary?"
Henkel interrupted. He had the urge to grab the man by the collar and ask him if he was taking money instead of doing practical things.
"I admire his courage, and I even began to hesitate whether I should change my successor. His last words seemed to respect me."
The man spread his hands and said helplessly: "Actually... I also doubt whether the person I saw today is himself. By the way, does he have an identical brother?"
Henkel glanced at the young people present and said calmly: "Did you hear the last thing he said?"
"Traitor?" The man raised his hand and scratched the paper bag, making a rustling sound.
Henkel sighed: "Not everyone can slay a dragon, which is also an important reason why I am willing to support Angers.
These children may be good at financial markets, but if they are asked to form a team to slay the dragon, the result may be as Angers said.
Of course, professional things are done by professional people, but I can’t help but start to worry a little..."
"Which point?"
Henkel said in a serious tone: "Not every Dragon King will be as easy to deal with as bronze and fire, there must be some good planners among them!
They were once monarchs, so they are naturally proficient in the art of governing their subordinates!
If a Dragon King sneaks into human society and weaves his kingdom with the threads of power and intrigue, those low-blooded hybrids will willingly become his subjects, without any power to resist!
At that time, we will not only face the dragon clan, but also the fire of human civilization that has been accumulated for thousands of years!
We will be divided against ourselves."
The old man held the crutches with both hands and said coldly, with every word filled with a bone-chilling chill.
The man was silent for a while and said, "Are you worried about the appearance of Dragon Traitor?"
"That young man named Lu Mingfei reminded me that in this war with the Dragon Clan, if we want to win, we must ensure that no one of our own stabs us in the back!"
Henkel said lightly, his sharp hawk-like eyes scanning everyone present,
"So, I will give you a special power at this moment."
"If there is a traitor in this house, I allow you to kill the traitor first and then report to me!"
The man clapped his hands and said, "Awesome! In ancient China, this was called cutting first and then showing off. I like this privilege!"
After saying that, he looked at everyone present maliciously.
The young people's bodies stiffened and they all avoided his gaze.
This chapter has been completed!