Dragon Clan, Lu Mingfei wants to reach a perfect ending

"Then there's nothing we can do." Finkel put down the can in his hand without any hesitation. The heavy can hit the ground with a dull sound.

"Faced with the strongest half-blood god of revenge, how can we resist? Of course, we will listen to you."

Jiude Mai looked at Finkel, who had given up resistance, with confusion. She also knew that this was the best solution. If they did not surrender immediately, they would most likely die here in an instant.

But this is completely different from the previous situation where Finkel tried desperately to get it.

"Don't relax. I will hold the principal back. You hold the can and run quickly. As long as we can reach the helicopter, we will be the winner."

Finkel took a step towards Jiude Mai and spoke to her in a low voice, but on the surface he still looked dejected as if he had given up resistance.

"You want to sublimate your bloodline again, or you will die." Jiude Mai saw that Finkel sounded like he was leaving his last words, so she naturally knew what Finkel was thinking.

"As the Chinese say, everyone has to die, some are lighter than a feather, some are heavier than Mount Tai, and I may not die yet."

Finkel smiled indifferently, and on the surface it seemed that he didn't care about the consequences of continuously sublimating his bloodline at all.

But he hid all his truest emotions deep in his eyes and would not let anyone see through them.

"But didn't you say there was a girl waiting for you to come back? Are you going to give up now? Maybe we have other ways."

Although she knew this was the best solution so far, she was still trying to persuade Finkel to try another approach.

Finkel did not reply immediately. He turned around and looked at the principal's golden eyes, which were flashing golden light in the dark night. He had seen this pair of golden eyes many times, so he naturally knew what kind of person the principal was.

He is usually very elegant, an elegant centenarian old man, but if anyone dares to interfere with his plan to slay the dragon, he will tear off his elegant disguise and reveal his true beast appearance.

Then tear his enemies to pieces. There would be absolutely no other possibility.

"Even if we hand over the jar, the principal will not let us go. Anyone who hinders him from slaying the dragon is his enemy, and he will show no mercy to his enemies."

"Besides, there is a girl waiting for me, so I can't just give up the jar. This is the price I paid to save her, and there won't be many opportunities to pay the price like this."

Finkel turned and walked towards Angers, with a syringe ready in his right hand.

"Remember to go back and tell the boss that I paid the price with my life. Ask him to kill the Dragon King to avenge me."

In the darkness, dim golden pupils lit up in Finkel's eyes, but they were as faint as a small candle burning in the wind, as if they would be extinguished by the storm in the next moment.

"It seems you are still stubborn, little friend. The old guys from the last era will teach you how to respect the elderly."

Ange's golden eyes sparkled in the darkness, like a countdown before a nuclear bomb explosion. Finkel lowered his head, and the syringe in his right hand was already against his skin, ready to be poked in.

The next moment, a middle-aged man in blue ancient costume appeared between Finkel and Ange, blocking Ange and Finkel who were about to fight.

Ange stared at the man who suddenly appeared in front of him, his brows slightly furrowed. He felt the power of the same words from him, and this decoration also reminded him of a distant legend.

"You oriental half-blood, why are you trying to stop me?" A folding knife appeared in Ange's hand at some point, with the blade pointing at the man in blue ancient costume.

The man did not answer Ange, but waved to Finkel and Jiude Mai behind him, "Hold your jars and go, I will hold him off."

The next moment, Ange's figure appeared an inch in front of the man, and the folding knife in his hand stabbed the man's throat at a tricky angle, trying to cut his throat.

The man's golden eyes lit up instantly, and Ange's originally swift figure became slow at that moment, allowing the man to calmly avoid Ange's attack.

But for the two people who were watching the fight on the side, Finkel and Jiude Mai could only see that the two people seemed to teleport. Ange's figure suddenly appeared in front of the man, and the next moment the man teleported behind Ange.

"It's a very strong bloodline, much stronger than mine. If you come to Kassel Academy, I guess we will have another S-level student." Angé didn't care that his attack just now was dodged.

His folding knife danced in his hand, and his eyes turned to the yellow jar next to Finkel. "But do you know what's in it? It's Norton's cocoon."

"If I get it, I can kill him and put a dragon king into eternal sleep, and let him go to the hell where they belong to accompany their Nidhogg."

Ange's golden eyes became even hotter as he spoke, as if they were about to burn in the next moment.

"Maybe, but it's none of my business. All I have to do now is stop you. I don't care about the rest." The man's golden eyes were still as bright as ever.

"Thank you very much." Finkel reacted and immediately thanked the man, then picked up the jar and ran back without looking back. He didn't want to know why the man helped them stop Principal Angers.

Curiosity can be suppressed in the face of life.

The opportunity to escape without sublimating your bloodline doesn't always come along. If you don't run away quickly at this time, will you be asked all the questions like in the movies and then be left here as corpses?

Ange did not try to stop Finkel and the others from leaving. He knew that with this oriental hybrid around, all his attempts to intercept them would be useless.

His golden eyes looked at the man, and his expression was no longer the cat-and-mouse look as before, but became extremely serious.

"You are sweating. This level of time zero is very exhausting for you." The next moment, Angers appeared behind the man and slashed the back of his neck with a folding knife.

Another time zero was activated again, and Ange's movements slowed down for a moment. The man took this opportunity to move forward and avoid Ange's attack.

However, after launching Time Zero again, beads of sweat appeared on the man's forehead and his breathing became heavier than before. It was obvious that the continuous release had consumed a lot of his energy.

But there was nothing unusual about the centenarian Ange, and his golden eyes were even brighter.

"Five times, there are still five chances, you will die under my folding knife. You let the Dragon King go, so you must pay with your life." Angé's eyes were cold. He knew that even if he killed this man.

He could not catch up with those who stole the jar, which was a great humiliation for a man who wanted revenge against the dragon clan.

"Sure enough, he is worthy of being the strongest half-blood in the West. Even at the age of hundreds, he still has so much physical strength." While speaking, the man and Ange had already fought four times in Time Zero.

Their figures kept changing in the dark night, and they fought countless times in this instant. The man half-knelt on the ground, breathing heavily through his mouth and nose, and his golden eyes dimmed a lot.

"Next time, you will die." Ange slowly walked towards the man and declared death to him.

"I'm so sorry." The man raised his head, his face was not filled with fear, but with a sense of victory. "This is not the land of the eagles, but the land of the rabbits."

A look of doubt flashed across Ange's face, but his doubt was answered the next second. A huge light lit up instantly, illuminating Ange, the man, and the land around them.

"This is the 3rd Rabbit Helicopter Squadron. Please stop all actions, or we have the right to open fire."

"I repeat once again, all relevant personnel below please stop all your actions, otherwise we have the right to open fire."

The armed helicopter was flying stationary in the sky, and the roar of its rotors filled the ears of the two men. Most importantly, machine guns and air-to-ground missiles were aimed at them.

"Surrender and prepare to bail, Avenger." The man stood up and put his hands on his head to show surrender.

Ange took a deep breath, and his golden eyes went out instantly. "Things don't always go as smoothly as we imagined, but I will remember you this time."

Like a man, Ange held his head with both hands to show his surrender, waiting for confirmation from the crew above.