Dragons: Reboot the New World

Chapter 73 No.19 Thirteen Vicious Federals ([-])
"We are here to express our goodwill for cooperation! We are not enemies of Kassel College!" The young man had anger in his eyes, trying to ignore Angers' humiliation.

"I don't see any good intentions." Angers shrugged. He flicked the cigar ashes on the table in the conference room and stared into his angry eyes. "What do you mean by good intentions?"

"It's shared power."

"We are far better than ordinary humans. We should be the rulers. However, for so many years, we have chosen to live a secret life and not let the outside world know our existence. An important reason is that the shadow of the Dragon Clan is still there."

"They may resurrect at any time, and we are always on guard, but we are about to get rid of this shadow. At that time, nothing can restrict us, we can no longer be cautious, our power will become bigger and bigger, and we will have enough things to share."

"As long as Kassel College does not mistakenly believe that it will enjoy all the results..." the young man said word by word, "we will become the 'new dragon clan'!"

"What you mean is... we have ended the history of the Dragon Clan, and you want to get a share of the result. If we agree, you will become our allies, and our actions will be smoother." Angers challenged Raise an eyebrow.

“It’s not about taking a piece of the pie, it’s about sharing.”

"How to share?"

"First of all, and most importantly, if you get those Dragon Kings... I mean, their bodies... you can't keep them as your own."

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

"Don't pretend to be stupid, you understand what I mean, Mr. Principal." The young man said, "You are one of the four great monarchs. Even if it is a corpse, it still contains unparalleled power! We can own them together!"

"Then what should we do? Split it in half, half for you and half for us to bake and eat?" Angers nodded, "I recommend rich California red wine to pair with this kind of reptile cuisine."

"Yes, half for you and half for us."

"Can our half be bigger? We put in more effort, and there are a lot of people from Kassel College. If it's not enough, we have to stew the soup and drink it, one spoonful per person."

"I reiterate! We are expressing our goodwill for cooperation, not bargaining!" the young man said loudly.

"That's enough, I understand what you mean." Angers waved his hand, "Don't you think it's ridiculous?"

"What's so funny?" The young man was stunned.

"What you call 'deuce'." Angers put out the cigar on the table without any scruples and said slowly.

"In the hundreds of years since the establishment of the Secret Party, we have not received any help from you in the war with the Dragon Clan. Our companions who immigrated to the Americas have established schools, made weapons, collected intelligence, and explored the unknown here."

"And you transported the gold you snatched from the Indians back to Europe, made it into gold jewelry and wore it on the bitches, danced and flirted with them, and bought property for your family."

"The people we lost in this war throughout the 20th century could fill the Santa Monica Beach in Los Angeles with white crosses. We have paid so much, and we don't even have a chance to bargain. Can we only accept what you call 'equal sharing'?"

The young man took a deep breath, suppressed the unhappiness in his heart, and put on a gentle smile again, "We are happy to admit that the secret party has done something for this war..."

"And that's not what amused me the most." Ange interrupted him, "Young man, do you know what you are in the eyes of the Dragon Clan? Mingfei, you have faced the Dragon King directly, come and tell him."

"It's just a clown." Lu Mingfei raised his head and said.

"You have dragon blood, but you are incomplete. Do you know what you look like in front of real dragons? It's like a dwarf who has a human appearance, but is cowardly because of his height." Lu Mingfei said with a sarcastic look, "New The Dragon Clan? You? Stop joking."

"I still say the same thing." He sneered, "Who do you think you are?"

"I wanted to explain before that Fei's scolding was quite right." Angers shrugged, "Considering the face of my old friend Henkel, I didn't mention it."

"Who am I?" The young man couldn't stand it any longer. He shouted at Lu Mingfei, "Then who are you? I am the heir to the most powerful mixed-race family in North America! It's your ridiculous identity The status will be unmatched in my lifetime!"

He glanced at Chen Motong again, "Look at the women you brought, aren't you still complacent? I can have as many women as I want!"

"Junior brother, help me beat him." Nono picked his fingernails boredly without even looking at the young man.

"Principal, do you mind?" Lu Mingfei asked.

"Excuse me." Angers lit another cigar.

Lu Mingfei suddenly exploded, grabbed the young man's head and slammed it on the table, then patted his pretty face, "It doesn't matter if you scold me, girl, I will make you regret being born in this world."

"You guy!" The young man waved his hands and feet desperately, and the elegance he showed before was gone. "I will use my family's power to kill you!"

"Principal, can you please quiet this bitch?" Lu Mingfei pressed his head with one hand and sighed, "It's too noisy."

"Wait a moment." Angers took a sip from the champagne glass and hummed a song in ecstasy.

The aria "The Magic of the Rheingold" in the first act of Wagner's "The Ring of the Nibelung", "Das Rheingold", has been heard by family elites who have been influenced by classical music since childhood.

The dwarf Alberich admired the magical gold at the bottom of the Rhine River. The next plot should be that because of the teasing of the three golden goddesses, he angrily stole the gold ring representing power. At the same time, he was destined to Lost happiness.

In this situation, combined with what Lu Mingfei said before, and listening to this beautiful aria, the atmosphere was unspeakably weird, as if it was mocking them.

An incredible scene happened to the young man. His elegant black suit exploded into dozens and hundreds of rags flying everywhere in an instant.

The people who were staring at Angers saw an even stranger scene. Suddenly Angers, who was sitting peacefully, disappeared, leaving only the champagne glass in his hand. The glass, which had lost its support, fell naturally and shattered on the ground, golden color. of wine splashing.

Angers suddenly appeared behind the young man, spinning a folding knife about 20cm long in his hand. It had an ancient and elegant shape. The brass corner was rubbed until it shined brightly. The unique patterns of Damascus steel were all over the blade, which was crazy and beautiful.

He was still humming the song, stood up straight, and looked down at the young man who was still pressed on the table.

The young man screamed and stopped verbally attacking Lu Mingfei. Instead, he tightly covered his lower body.

"Stop covering your gadget." Lu Mingfei let him go, "I believe no one is interested in seeing it."

The young man rolled and crawled up behind Henkel.

Lu Mingfei glanced at Henkel and said, "Mr. Henkel, I hope your lackey won't have any crooked ideas, otherwise I won't mind giving you a cerebral hemorrhage in advance."

"Cerebral hemorrhage?" Henkel was stunned.

"You're kidding." Lu Mingfei spread his hands, "I still respect Mr. Henkel very much."

"Young men, as an educator, I will teach you a lesson today." Angers still held the cigar in his hand, looked at the young man hiding behind Henkel, and lowered his head. Not posted by others.

"When I was studying at Trinity College when I was young, my teacher once told me to stand on a higher ground to see history, just like standing on a mountain overlooking the war below."

"This should be the same idea in your eyes. Those people are trampling on each other like ants and losing. Of course, it doesn't matter to you. You will definitely not feel the pain. You may even feel a little ridiculous. You are thinking in your heart, what are they doing so hard for? How many years?" "You act like it's none of your business, because they are too far away from you and can't hurt you."

"When they were fighting bloody battles on the front line, what about you? You were graceful and graceful. Standing on the top of the mountain, you could enjoy the fruits of victory without spending any effort. There was no blood stain on your sleeves. After the war, you could easily communicate with the girls. Talking and laughing, this is really cool!”

"But I can't, I can't feel at ease, I'm at the foot of the mountain, I'm on that battlefield."

"Every minute and every second, people are dying around me, and their boundless pain surrounds me. I see their faces, their blood, and their broken limbs, and every face is familiar to me and comes from To my companions.”

"Henkel, I've never been a calm person, right?" Angers asked.

"You're not," Henkel said flatly, "You're just cool."

"So I've already killed Red Eyes on this battlefield. Can you expect to tell an Avenger who killed Red Eyes some bullshit about the wheel of history?"

"No." Henkel nodded in agreement.

"So I said, a piece of hair tied by you rabble is not as good as a hair of my students." Ange said lightly, "I will teach you another lesson today, which is a bonus."

"I am an Avenger, and there is only one thing that has kept me alive until now, and that is to personally send every Dragon King to the gallows."

"The things you are familiar with from the upper class or Wall Street do not apply to the Red-Eyed Avengers. If you want to make a price with us? You must first understand that we are a group of desperadoes."

"Don't tell me that it's a historical inevitability that our Dragon Blood Secret Party members are under the wheel, and don't say, 'Don't ask too high for a dead person.' It makes me look like a ghoul who trades corpses."

"By the way, don't talk to me about the 'new dragon clan'. All dragon clans, whether born or self-appointed, are our... enemies."

"Do you want to be my enemy, Hilbert Jean Angers?" Angers glanced at him and asked.

No one dared to speak, including Henkel.

"As for you, to use a Chinese saying," Angers flicked the cigar butt on the young man from a few meters away, showing a kind smile, "don't be a bitch with me!"

He turned around and walked out without saying goodbye.

"It's a pleasure to cooperate." Lu Mingfei chuckled, took Nuonuo's hand and walked out.

……

……

The room was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

"Don't worry about it." Henkel handed a new suit to the young man and patted his shoulder. "I don't expect you to reach any consensus with Angers. I just want to explore his tone. You have already Well done.”

"It can be regarded as a loss and a long memory. In front of Hilbert Jean Angers, you can negotiate terms with him and even joke with him, but don't try to challenge his bottom line."

"What's his bottom line...?"

"Don't despise what they did, especially the dead secret party." The old man stood up with difficulty holding on to the table. "It's desire, the desire for revenge."

"It is like the seed of a poisonous plant. If you plant it in your heart, it will take root, sprout, and grow into a big tree, until the shadow of the big tree covers your whole heart."

"revenge?"

"The annihilation of the Lionheart Club more than 100 years ago had a great impact on him and completely changed his life." The old man shrugged, "That Lu Mingfei is very interesting. Behind him... Angers should not be the only one behind him. Human right?"

"Of course!" The door opened and someone said, "There is me behind him!"

The visitor was wearing a silver-gray suit, and every inch of his slender body was condensed with strength.

Every step he took was silent, and the young people who were doing it couldn't help but stare at his feet and follow the rhythm of his steps.Such a pace is rare, gentle and powerful.

Undoubtedly that is due to strong self-confidence.When he stepped into the hut where the mixed-race family leaders gathered, he felt like he was in a deserted place.

He sat on the chair opposite Henkel. From the moment he entered the room, he only stared at Henkel, without leaving any extra eyes on those so-called young talents.

Henkel rolled his eyes and looked at him, shaking his head, "Can you appear in front of me more decently?"

"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!"

"But what is that covering your head?"

It was a KFC paper bag. This elegant, tough, and cold guest had a KFC paper bag covering his head... so the young people could only stare at his feet.

"Do you think you are a KFC uncle? The last time you saw me, you had black stockings on your face, and the other time... let me think about it... yes, it happened to be Halloween, and you were wearing a Darth Vader mask..." Henkel Touching his forehead, "How much do you love to play?"

"It's just a convenience. I've been eating KFC's home delivery outside just now. You know, I'm an otaku, and otakus should eat home delivery." The KFC uncle shrugged, "It's not something important that I'm here, just a friendly reminder. Don’t go against Lu Mingfei.”

"What do you mean?" Henkel asked.

"Referring to anyone." The KFC uncle scanned the audience, "I hope none of you are stupid enough to conflict with Lu Mingfei, otherwise I can't guarantee that you will get the whole body."

Everyone turned their attention to the blond young man.

"Oh! There really are such idiots!" Uncle KFC couldn't help laughing, "Who is that? I'll try my best to help you choose a better cemetery. Go back and make arrangements for the funeral as soon as possible."

"Is it that scary..." Cold sweat broke out on the blond young man's forehead.

"Do you think I'm kidding you?" Uncle KFC spread his hands, "He's a ruthless man who single-handedly cut down "Bronze and Fire", so you're in luck." "

The young man's face was ashen.

"I'm done with what I want to say. See you next time, Sheriff Henkel." He stood up, followed the example of a Texas cowboy and gave an ugly salute, then turned and left.

With a bang, he hit the doorpost.

"I forgot to pick my eye holes! Damn it!" he muttered and groped out.

　Two more!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)