Dragon Clan: Reboot Life

Chapter 34 Traitor
"It seems that you have recruited a lot of young people with first-rate blood..."

Henkel was silent for a while, with a slow but forceful tone, "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 you got the keel?"

"No." Angers shook his head and said, "It was possible, but there was an accident. A student hit it with a storm torpedo, but we searched the entire waters afterwards, but we didn't get his bones."

"But you're sure he's dead!" said a young man standing up.

"Actually, we're not sure." Angers said casually,
"But even the Four Sovereigns still belong to the biological category. A frontal hit by a storm torpedo can penetrate a cruiser. Under such a blow, the possibility of him surviving is too small.

He didn't have enough time to conceive a gigantic body, so he just used the body of "Dragon Attendant", which couldn't even match one-tenth of the body, right?
Also we did kill Constantine and get his skeleton. "

"Congratulations!" Henkel raised his glass, "For the first time in history, we have truly killed the four great monarchs, and we have killed the two twins on a throne! The dragon's ability to 'cocoon' It has been a nightmare for us for thousands of years, no matter how many times you kill it, you will be resurrected, and you have solved this problem."

"Of course, the purpose of the secret party is to completely end the history of the Dragon Clan."

"Who is the next target?"

"This can't be said. If I leak the college's plan, the school directors will not let me go."

"Very good." Henkel nodded slightly. "At least we know that 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 got up.

"We have some ideas to convey to Kassel College." The young man puffed out his chest and slowly approached Angers.

He has learned the majesty of his father's generation, elegant and fast.

"I'm here to hear your thoughts." Angers waved his cigar.

"Mr. Angers, if Mr. Frost was the one who came to the auction today instead of you, we might not be able to sit down as friends, have a glass of wine and have a good talk."

The young man was condescending, staring into Ange's 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 blood, very radical, and doesn't know how to adapt. If it were him, he wouldn't even bother to talk to you."

"We are all mixed races, we should be good friends. We just have some differences in our attitude towards dragons, but this is not irreparable. Now you have the power to kill the first generation, we are very happy to see it, and we 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 a reasonable return." Young walked slowly behind Angers.

"Return?"

"Yes, after the history of the Dragon Clan is over, the new era will belong to the hybrid race. We are far superior to ordinary people, and we will become the new Dragon Clan! But...no one branch should have absolute power, we should share power! "

"Is this discussing the division of the territory?"

"No, it's not division, it's sharing!" The young man held Angers on the back of the chair with an affectionate attitude, and when he spoke, his breath could spray on Angers' face.

"So do you have a specific plan?" Angers lowered his head and played with the glass in his hand, the wine in it rippled with layers of light golden ripples
"First, and most importantly, if you get those dragon kings...I mean, you can't monopolize their corpses."

"Are you going to make specimens for a world tour?" Angers smiled.

"You understand my attitude, Mr. Principal..."

"Enough." Ange interrupted him suddenly. He stood up slowly and said with a refined 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, and when they stood face to face, the height advantage was immediately reversed.

"I should have had more patience to listen to your stupid speech, but I'm sorry, my student is too young and I don't want to dirty his ears again."

"New Dragon Clan? Young man, do you know what you are in the eyes of the Dragon Clan?"

"Ming Fei, tell him that you have had close contact with the two dragon kings, no one knows better than you!"

Lu Mingfei in front of the bookcase didn't raise his head, "A dwarf, and the kneeling kind."

Angers patted the young man's face lightly and said with a smile:
"Did you hear what my student said? You are a dwarf in front of the dragon clan. You have their bloodline but it is incomplete. You talk big without knowing it."

"Even when they look directly at you, your broken blood may make you lose even the right to resist.

"You will kneel down unconditionally and worship them, and this is bloodline suppression! Ming Fei, what is this called in China?"

Lu Mingfei finally put down the ancient book, turned his head and said seriously: "Back then, we called this kind of person a traitor, but as for him, he should be called a dragon traitor."

"Oh! What an interesting title!" Angers shrugged, then smiled, "A pathetic person who can't even control his own destiny, dare to compare himself to the new Dragon Clan? Young man, do you know what my dream in this life is? "

There was fire burning in the eyes of the young man who had suffered the greatest humiliation of his life.

But let alone struggle, even in the face of pressure from Angers, he has done his best.

"Kill all the dragons." Henkel said lightly, intervening in the conversation between the two.

"Yes! My lifelong pursuit is to kill all dragons. All dragons, whether they are born or pretended to be, are my enemies!"

Angers flicked off 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 froze for a moment.

"Henkel, you should teach your children some simple and unpretentious truths. The way of Wall Street is not suitable for a red-eyed desperado like me. Mingfei, let's go."

The old man regained his clothes, turned around and walked out of the gate.

The tide-like pressure finally dissipated, the young man breathed heavily as if he had been suffocated for a long time, and he staggered back.

Everyone, including him, thought that this discussion ended in failure.

"By the way... 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 without looking back.

Lu Mingfei put down his books, turned around slowly and walked out the door, put his hands in his trouser 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 advocate killing all dangers in the cradle, but I have to say...Mr. Henkel still deserves my respect , after all, he is so discerning."

Kassel School's new generation of S-Class shrugged their shoulders with their backs to everyone, and walked out of the crimson wooden door.

Just before stepping out of the gate, he turned his head 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."

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Henkel poured a glass of wine and handed it to the frightened young man,

"Have a drink. It's okay. I didn't expect you to reach any consensus with Anger. I just wanted to find out what he said. You have done a good job."

"Oh." The young man took the wine glass in fear and drank it down.

"It seems that we are impulsive in proposing cooperation rashly, and the Secret Party has shown a rather resistant attitude." Another young man said.

"Not necessarily, Kassel College really needs our help. You should also keep this lesson in mind and give up that damn rhetoric, even if it's 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 lead all the dragons to die 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 ever seen an old man over 130 years old who is as chic as him? And it is revenge that supports his chic coat. More than 100 years ago, the seeds of revenge took root in Angers In his heart, he has grown into a towering tree until today, which makes people daunting."

"Revenge?" the young man asked in confusion.

The old man sighed:
"The annihilation of the Lionheart Club more than 100 years ago had a great impact on him and turned his life upside down."

"For Frost Gattuso, dragon slaying is a hereditary mission and a profitable career. So it is difficult for you to negotiate terms with him. He is a businessman and a politician. He will pay for every inch of land. fight."

"But Angers is different. He wants to avenge his past comrades. As long as you let him kill the Dragon Clan, he may agree to any conditions."

"Let's wait and see for a while, we still have a basis for negotiation with Angers, not to mention that Frost is pushing him, I hope that Frost will push him harder, and Angers will be pushed to our side. "

Henkel smiled and said, he walked slowly to one side of the wall, knocked on the wall and said,

"Come out, your dear principal is gone."

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 full of strength, and the young people can't help but stare at his feet. His steps are rare, firm and soft, without a strong sense of rhythm.

This stems from a strong self-confidence.

He stepped into the hut where the leaders of the mixed-race family gathered, just like the previous S-class, as if no one else was there.

Henkel raised his eyes and glanced at him, "Can you appear in front of me with dignity next time?"

"Prada's custom-made suit, Hermes' leather shoes, and Zenith's watch." The guest patted his whole body outfit, "The whole set cost 3 US dollars, which is in place!"

"What is that covering your head?"

"Have you ever seen a KFC paper bag? No way..." The man stuffed a French fries dipped in ketchup into his mouth.

This elegant, tough, and stern guest had a KFC paper bag on his head, with two eyes and a mouth cut out.

So young people can only stare at his feet.

"It's Colonel KFC this time? When you saw me last time, you were wearing black stockings on your face, and the last time it happened to be Halloween, you were wearing a black warrior mask..." Henkel raised 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 the time yet." The young man smiled.

"The only people who can enter this house are our own people."

"History tells us that every leak of important intelligence comes from 'our own people'."

Henkel was stunned: "It makes sense. Did you hear what Angers said just now? Does he have anything to hide?"

"It sounds like he didn't hide anything. He did have a keel. Now the school board is asking for it, but Angers didn't hand it over."

"Hehe, it seems that the school and the secret party are not completely of one mind." Henkel smiled, "Do you know their next target?"

The man shook his head: "There is no definite news, but it may be... 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 Angers."

"He is a man of the hour in the academy, he is valued by the principal, and he is the only 'S' grade."

"Collect information about Lu Mingfei, no matter how trivial it is."

"It has already started, but there is no special progress yet. Everything looks normal to him, so normal that he doesn't look like an 'S' rank, and he is in troubled puberty."

"Ordinary? You call that ordinary?"

Henkel interrupted, he had the urge to grab the man by the collar and ask if the guy took money for nothing,

"His courage made me appreciate it, and I even began to hesitate whether I should change my successor. Listening to his last words seemed to be very respectful to me."

The man spread his hands helplessly and said: "Actually... I also wonder if the man I saw today is himself. By the way, does he have a brother who looks exactly like him?"

Henkel glanced at the young people present, and said lightly: "Did you hear what he said last?"

"Traitor?" The man raised his hand and scratched the paper bag, making a rustling sound.

Henkel sighed: "Not everyone can do dragon slaying, which is also an important reason why I am willing to support Angers.

These children may be good players in the financial market, but let them form a group to slay the dragon, and the result may be as Angers said.

Of course, professional things are done by professional people, but I still can't help but start to worry a little..."

"Which point?"

Henkel's tone was aggravated: "Not every dragon king is as easy to deal with as bronze and fire, there must be schemers among them!
They used to be monarchs, so they are naturally proficient in the art of imperial servants!
If there is a dragon king who sneaks into human society and weaves his kingdom with tactics as threads, those hybrids with low bloodlines 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 torn apart, against ourselves. "

The old man leaned on a cane with both hands, and said coldly, every word carried a bone-chilling chill.

The man was silent and said: "Are you worried about the appearance of the dragon traitor?"

"That young man named Lu Mingfei reminded me that if we want to win this war with the Dragon Clan, we must ensure that no one of our own will stab us in the back!"

Henkel said lightly, his eagle-like gaze swept over 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 together and said, "Great! In ancient China, this was called cutting first and playing later. I like this privilege!"

After all, he looked at everyone present with malicious intent.

The young people's bodies were stiff, and they all avoided his gaze.

(End of this chapter)