Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei Returns from Warhammer Retirement

Chapter 74 Giving Them Freedom Goes Too Far
Although Manstein let the matter go, he found Angers again two weeks later.

"Principal, you can't indulge Lu Mingfei's behavior anymore."

Manstein said seriously.

"Is his fighting exchange competition still going on?"

Ange asked in surprise.

It's been a few weeks, is the enthusiasm of the students so high?
"The game was over long ago and Cesar Gattuso won by 1 minute. That's not the point!"

Manstein raised his voice slightly.

"You say, you say."

Angers touched his ears.

Everyone knew how much he doted on Lu Mingfei, so whatever the latter did would be blamed on him.

Of course, Angers readily accepted this.

"After the game, he still looked for people to train everywhere. After the students were beaten to the ground, he even went to the teacher. Now the attendance rate of the third grade is less than 50.00%, and the attendance rate of the second grade is also very dangerous. If this continues , Cassel is going to be paralyzed!"

Manstein complained harshly.

"Not so much."

Angers took a sip of tea to suppress his shock.

"Why not, Mr. Yuya Sasaki is on sick leave, and he can't attend the actual swordsmanship class."

Manstein said.

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

Angers sighed.

"Cassel was born to slay dragons after all. If you are afraid of even the challenge of mixed races, how can you have the courage to draw your swords when you face those pure-blooded dragons who are in charge of mighty power?"

he said quietly.

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

Manstein coldly pokes holes in his language.

"Mingfei won't last that long, well, it should."

Anger said not so sure.

As an S-rank, Lu Mingfei's stamina and resilience are too abnormal, even more terrifying than pure blood dragons.

"Find a way to stop his crazy behavior, otherwise I, the chairman of the Disciplinary Committee, can't do it."

Manstein gave Angers an ultimatum.

This kind of behavior is certainly not polite, but he was also forced to do nothing.

The students are all lying on the bed, so it is not a violation of morality, but there is no meaning for the existence of a school without students.

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

Ange rubbed the space between his eyebrows, receiving two troublesome people in a row is indeed a bit stressful for an old man in his 100s.

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

he asked with a wry smile.

"I hope so, but unfortunately not."

Schneider said in his bellows-like voice.

"Tell me."

Angers sighed.

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

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

Looking at it, his brows furrowed.

"It's not reassuring."

Angers put down the file with a tired tone.

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

Japan is also a drug-free country, of course, this is not the point.

Cassell isn't a Hero Academy, and drug dealers aren't their thing.

It's not the same for a half-breed drug dealer, especially since the drug uses dangerous alchemy techniques.

"Do you think it's possible that this drug was created by the Japanese branch?"

he asked.

"Not sure. On the surface, this drug came from Mexico to Japan. But I asked the equipment department, 'God's Blood' not only requires extremely high alchemy skills, but also high technological content. Based on Mexico's scientific research level, I don’t think they have the ability to develop it. Even if they are descendants of some god.”

Schneider replied.

"Is it possible that it was created by a North American mixed race family?"

Angers asked again.

He understands those guys, they only have interests and power in their eyes, and laws and morals are just papers to wipe their asses.

Although their main battlefield is Wall Street, as long as there are enough interests, it is not impossible to do drugs.

As a victim of backstabbing by North American mixed races, Angers was not afraid to retaliate against them with the highest malice.

"Should I call Henkel and ask?"

Schneider said.

"You still have that guy's phone number?"

Anger froze for a moment, and quickly realized that he was telling a bad joke.

"Forget it, even if you hit him, that guy will just laugh at you."

Angers shook his head.

"Even if this medicine is not produced by the Japanese branch, it still has something to do with them. Since they regard Japan as a taboo, they are responsible for cleaning the house."

Schneider changed into a serious tone.

"What about the response from the Japanese branch?"

Angers asked.

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

Schneider replied.

Based on Angers' understanding of the Japanese branch, this sentence is about your business.

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

He sneered.

A silver light suddenly appeared on Angers fingertips, dancing like a butterfly wearing flowers.

But this is not a child's pen game, in his hands is a powerful weapon that can severely injure the Dragon King.

The legendary dragon slayer Menek Cassel used his Atcan long knife to slay countless dragons and fallen hybrids, and finally died with a first-generation species.

The Atcan long knife was also shattered in that battle, and the blade was reforged into a jackknife by Angers.

The knife is smeared with a highly poisonous dragon, which is enough to cause unbearable damage to the first generation.

And for those who want to challenge the authority of Kassel, this pocket knife is also their nightmare.

"The loyalty of the Japanese branch to the headquarters is obvious to all."

Schneider spoke with a serious irony.

"What is the executive going to do?"

Angers asked.

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

Schneider said.

In fact, he intends to send the most elite operatives from the Executive Department.

It's just that the Greenland incident made him nervous, and he was reluctant to say the word elite squad no matter what language he used.

Angers frowned. The headquarters sent people to help and supervise. This is a common method in Kassel, but it is not suitable for the Japanese branch.

It is no longer the time for MacArthur to be the overlord of Japan, and the loyal younger brother of the United States has his own ideas.

If it is facing the US government, Japan naturally has no room to resist.

Even politicians who are worth billions and sing every night, if they express any inappropriate political opinions, they will be ashamed and commit suicide with eight bullets in the back.

But in the face of Kassel, who is also hidden behind the world, the Japanese branch still has some confidence.

Relying on the unique national character of that country, Snake Hachika has built the Japanese branch into an iron barrel.

Angers sent people to Japan for exchanges many times, but they were all beaten to death by the Japanese branch.

Even the equipment department, which is full of neurosis, is unwilling to deal with the Japanese branch, because those people are real lunatics, cruel and bloodthirsty.

"How about the commissioner sent to communicate last time?"

Angers asked.

"Still in treatment, Professor Masashi Toyama optimistically estimates that his spirit will return to normal in half a year."

Schneider said lightly.

"Then send someone over to communicate."

He said.

"Okay, I will choose carefully this time."

There was a hint of murderous intent in Schneider's tone.

"No, I already have a candidate."

Angers shook his head,
"Who?"

"A man who can break their backs."

A smile appeared on the corner of Ange's mouth.

(End of this chapter)