Author: Youjiu L

Although Manstein let the incident go, he found Angers again two weeks later.

"Principal, you can no longer indulge Lu Mingfei's behavior."

Manstein said seriously.

"Is his fighting exchange competition still going on?"

Angers asked in surprise.

It's been a few weeks, are the students so enthusiastic about participating?

"The game was over long ago and Caesar Gattuso won by one minute. That's not the point!"

Manstein raised his voice slightly.

"You say, you say."

Angers touched his ears.

Everyone knows how much he dotes on Lu Mingfei, so whatever bad things the latter does will be blamed on him.

Of course, Angers would happily accept this.

"He went around looking for people to train after the game. The students were beaten down and even went to the teachers. Now the attendance rate of the third grade is less than 50%, and the attendance rate of the second grade is also very dangerous.

If this continues, Kassel will be paralyzed!"

Manstein accused sternly.

"Not that much."

Angers took a sip of tea to calm down.

"Why not? Teacher Yuya Sasaki has called in sick and can't even attend the swordsmanship practice class."

Manstein said.

"Then what can I do? It's impossible for me to order Lu Mingfei not to find anyone to challenge him."

Angers sighed.

"After all, Kassel was born to slay dragons. If he is afraid of the challenge of hybrids, how can he have the courage to draw his sword when facing those pure-blooded dragons who wield great power?"

He said quietly.

"If students spend most of their school life in hospital beds, then they will have no chance to slay the dragon."

Manstein coldly exposed the flaws in his language.

"Mingfei won't last that long, well, probably."

Angers said not so sure.

As an S-class, Lu Mingfei's physical strength and recovery power are too abnormal, almost more terrifying than a pure-blood dragon.

"Find a way to stop his crazy behavior, otherwise I, the chairman of the Discipline Committee, will be unable to do my job."

Manstein gave Angers an ultimatum.

Such behavior was of course not etiquette, but he was forced into having no choice but to do so.

It's not against the rules if the students are all lying on the bed, but what's the point of a school without students?

As soon as Manstein left, Schneider came back dragging his oxygen tanker.

Ange rubbed his brows. It was indeed a bit stressful for an old man over a hundred years old to receive two troublesome people in succession.

"Professor Schneider, I hope you bring me good news."

he asked with a wry smile.

"I hope so too, but unfortunately not."

Schneider said in his voice like a broken bellows.

"You tell me."

Angers sighed.

Schneider did not speak, but picked up a stack of documents from the cart and placed it on the principal's desk.

Angers picked up the documents and looked through them one by one.

As he watched, his eyebrows wrinkled.

"It doesn't make anyone worry."

Angers put down the document with a tired tone.

The document shows that a considerable part of the "divine blood" addictive drug popular in Mexico has flowed into Japan in the past two years.

Japan is also an anti-drug country, but of course this is not the point.

Kassel is not a hero academy, and drug dealers are not under their control.

But mixed-race drug dealers are different, especially since this drug also uses dangerous alchemical techniques.

"Do you think this kind of addictive drug might have been created by the Japanese branch?"

he asked.

"Not sure. On the surface, this addictive drug flowed into Japan from Mexico. But I asked the equipment department that 'divine blood' not only requires extremely high alchemy skills, but also has high scientific and technological content. Based on the scientific research in Mexico

Level, I don’t think they have the ability to develop it. Even if they are the descendants of some god.”

Schneider replied.

"Is it possible that a North American mixed-race family did it?"

Angers asked again.

He understands those guys. They only have interests and power in their eyes, and law and morality are just paper to wipe their ass.

Although their main battlefield is Wall Street, as long as there are enough profits, addiction is not impossible.

As a victim of being stabbed in the back by the North American half-breeds, Angers was not afraid to treat them with the utmost malice.

"Would you like me to call Henkel and ask?"

Schneider said.

"Do you still have that guy's phone number?"

Angers was stunned for a moment, and quickly realized that he was telling a cold joke.

"Forget it, even if I hit him, that guy would just laugh at me."

Angers shook his head.

"Even if the Japanese branch did not come up with this drug, it still has something to do with them. Since they regard Japan as a taboo, they must be responsible for keeping their home clean."

Schneider changed to a serious tone.

"What's the response from the Japanese branch?"

Angers asked.

"They said they would investigate as soon as possible."

Schneider replied.

Based on Ange's understanding of the Japanese branch, this sentence is probably none of your business.

"It seems that I have gone too far in giving them freedom these years."

He sneered.

A ray of silver light suddenly appeared on Ange's fingertips, flying like a butterfly through flowers.

But this is not a child's pen-twisting game. In his hands is a powerful weapon that can severely damage the Dragon King.

At that time, the legendary dragon slayer Meineke Kassel used his Atkan sword to kill countless dragons and fallen hybrids, and finally died together with a first-generation species.

The Atkan sword was also broken into pieces in that battle, and the blade was reforged into a folding knife by Angers.

The knife is coated with a poison that is extremely poisonous to dragons, enough to cause unbearable damage to the first generation species.

And for those who want to challenge Cassel's authority, this folding knife is also their nightmare.

“The Japanese branch’s loyalty to the headquarters is obvious to all.”

Schneider spoke sarcastically seriously.

“What does the Executive plan to do?”

Angers asked.

"I plan to send a team to help them investigate."

Schneider said.

In fact, he plans to send out the most elite operators from the execution department.
To be continued...