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Chapter 106 Alchemy Weapon - Evidence of Blue Star (Please subscribe)
"Ah!"

Long Kui's face turned pale as he staggered off the medium-sized freighter.

Before he had even taken two steps, the early morning sunlight was like feathers dangling in front of him, making Long Kui's nose itchy and he couldn't help but sneeze.

His brain suddenly rushed forward, and he who was already feeling dizzy suddenly felt the blood surge in the top of his head, and almost vomited out in discomfort.

With difficulty, he bent down and leaned against the telephone pole on the street. After waiting for more than ten minutes, Long Kui slowly straightened up. The pale color on his face was gradually covered by the rosy blood.

His syncope in transportation was getting worse and worse, and he urgently needed to find a solution to alleviate this damn dizziness.

Long Kui, who had calmed down, rubbed his temples and finally walked towards Kassel College halfway up the mountain.

The executive department asked him to come back and go to the minister's office to tell him what gifts they had prepared for him.

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The door of the Anbo Hall office was slowly knocked open. Mueller, the second-in-command of the Lion Heart Club, was wearing a dark green school uniform, lined with a neat white shirt. His face was calm and abiding by the rules. An elite-looking man walked in from the door.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw the president of the Lion Heart Club sitting at his desk, facing a mountain of documents, revising...

Abdullah Abbas.

These are the last few days he has spent in this school. In the days to come, this man who is known as a lion king will work hard in the execution department, and will be accompanied by bloody and violent guns and swords for the rest of his life.

So he is doing the final handover work after he leaves here.

Everything is going smooth.

The only thing that made Abdullah regretful was that the S-class still did not agree to his request and became the new president of the Lionheart Club.

This made him feel very regretful as he was about to leave campus.

The most ancient and proud lion group is about to lose their most powerful lion king, and the old lion king has found the most suitable new lion king. He would rather run around alone on the African grasslands than ascend the throne to gain the power at his fingertips.

Abdullah had a headache.

It's already dawn, and now it's the countdown to the end of this semester, and the chances he has to convince the other party are running out.

Seeing the student union prospering under the leadership of the big Italian golden retriever, Abdullah, who had devoted all his efforts for the entire four years of college to the Lion Heart Club, felt a little bit of pressure for the first time in a long time.

Now that he is still here, he can still rely on his prestige to make the Lion Heart Club dominate the student union. After he graduates... there is a high probability that the status of the two parties will be reversed.

This is why other members of the Lionheart Club are still resting in the Amber Pavilion on the second floor, while Abdullah is working in the office.

The unique characteristic of all past Lionheart Club presidents is to prepare for a rainy day, which makes everyone admire them for their dedication to their duties.

"President, according to the intelligence information from the front, the S-class has completed its mission from outside and should be almost on its way back to school." Deputy Mueller pushed up the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose. The Germans had such a characteristic. The tough appearance like a knife is vividly displayed on his body.

Abdullah stopped the pen he was carefully revising on the document, looked up at his right-hand man, and spat out a deep voice:

"it is good!"

A bright light flashed in the eyes of this big Middle Eastern man, he put down the pen in his hand and couldn't help but clapped his palms.

"Have the people from the intelligence department squat at the gates of the college immediately. As soon as the S-class enters the campus, have them report to me immediately."

"Yes!" Mueller immediately stood up straight, nodded his head slightly, and responded concisely and forcefully.

Abdullah stood up slowly, stretched his body that was a little stiff from sitting for a long time, and then looked at the bright sunshine outside the window with his eyes sunken into the eye sockets, and murmured softly:

"This is probably...the last chance to win over that person."

"President..." Mueller, who was standing behind him, had a worried look on his face and couldn't help but ask:
"What if S-class still doesn't agree this time?"

Abdullah turned his back to his deputy, put his hands behind his back, looked up at the dazzling light pouring in from the window, stretched out a palm, lightly grasped the light, and then slowly let go Come.

There was nothing in his palm, and he didn't catch a single ray of light from that beam of sunlight.

"If he still doesn't agree this time..." Abdullah slowly lowered his head. After a moment, his eyes became firm, and the temperament of a leader burst out from his body. He turned around and said decisively:

"Then it will be like the old way. The position of the new president is vacant. We must either wait until the S-class agrees, or wait until the most suitable new lion king appears!"

This time there are no more meandering compromises, just the steely thunderous methods of an outstanding leader!
It is better to be lacking than to be indiscriminate, this is the standard that Lionheart Club has used to determine the leader.

Abdullah would rather the next Lionheart Society be quickly suppressed by the student union than let a mediocre person come and succeed this ancient association in order to maintain false prosperity.

A strong man chooses to cut off his wrist in order to cut off the rotten flesh on his body. This is the courage of the president of the Lion Heart Society!

"Yes!"

Mueller's face was calm, and he nodded calmly without any objection.

Everyone in the Lion Heart Club trusts and obeys the Lion King without reason. They firmly believe in all the decisions made by their leader.

If the people in the Student Union under the leadership of Caesar were jokingly called the bodybuilders of the Roman bathhouse, then the people in the Lion Heart Society were truly Spartan ascetics!

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The main entrance of Kassel Academy.

Long Kui looked up at the school gate, which was more than 200 meters away from him. He couldn't help but raise his eyes, and there was a strange look on his face.

"Abdullah hasn't given up yet?"

With his ultra-long-range eyes, he immediately spotted the students hiding in the cluttered bushes on both sides, wearing the unique badge of the Lion Heart Society on their chests.

Long Kui couldn't help but feel a little headache.

This strong man from the Middle East has made no fewer than ten requests to him to take over as the new president of the Lionheart Club.

But he was rejected directly by Long Kui every time.

Although he could sense the sincerity of the other party, it was a pity that Long Kui had no intention of serving as the long-term leader of this so-called secret party that was formed when it was first established.

Rather than being a commander who sits behind the scenes and takes care of the overall situation, he prefers to be an idler doing nothing.

Freedom and not being restrained were the thoughts deeply buried in Long Kui's heart when he was a child, sitting on Igneel's back and flying freely in the sky.

"Really...should I say that this guy is stubborn, or should I praise him for his perseverance?"

Long Kui silently activated the water flow magic, and his whole body was immediately enveloped in an invisible layer of water. The sun shines down from above and is perfectly refracted to the side by this transparent water mirror.

Just like that, Long Kui walked in from the front door in a swagger. The two Lion Heart Society intelligence officers hiding aside just felt a moist breeze blowing and continued to look out the door without noticing.

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After passing through the garden in front of the school gate, I came to a deserted corner. With a "crash" sound, thousands of water droplets suddenly exploded from the air and jumped to the ground very energetically.

Long Kui adjusted his wrinkled black windbreaker, raised the collar, blocked half of his face, and walked straight towards the execution department...

The restrained sandalwood door was slowly pushed open, and the bell hanging on the top of the door sounded a clear and sweet sound, alerting the owner of this office that someone had entered.

"Minister, can't you talk about something on the phone? I'm very sleepy now and want to go back to the dormitory to sleep." Long Kui yawned and walked in listlessly from the door, looking at the back of the person sitting behind the desk in front of him. .

"The phone can only transmit sounds, but not matter." A clear and familiar British accent slowly came from behind the desk, and he couldn't help but be startled.

When did Professor Schneider's voice become so... charming?
I saw the office chair with its back to Long Kui slowly turning around, and a handsome British old man in a black suit was smiling and looking at him kindly.

"Principal? Are you back from Japan?" After seeing clearly the person sitting on the chair, Long Kui couldn't help showing a surprised expression.

"I just got off the plane yesterday." Ange smiled calmly and nodded.

"So... you are actually looking for me?" Long Kui found the sofa nearby and sat back.

It had been more than three months since he destroyed the Executive Department office. Professor Schneider asked the school director to renovate the entire Executive Department building because the equipment was old.

It can only be said that the professors at Kassel College are not very efficient. Their ability to rip off money from the "big losers" on the school board of directors made Long Kui an expert.

"You look good, how are you? Are you still used to the life in the academy?" Angers clasped his hands together and placed them on the table. The morning sun shone on him, and he nodded gently towards the young man opposite.

"It's okay... Mainly because I haven't stayed in the academy for more than twenty days in the past three months, so I don't have any special feelings." Long Kui shrugged.

"I heard it." Ange nodded calmly:

"Schneider said that in the past three months, you have completed no less than thirty dangerous tasks, which directly broke the record of the number of tasks completed by outstanding commissioners in the execution department's history, and each task was completed 100% without casualties."

"Very good, very good."

"It's okay. Although those missions look scary in red, they are either some dangerous hybrids or some cult organizations that are bewitched by dragons. There are not many big guys that you can really encounter." Long Kui casually started from I took out a can of Coca-Cola from the refrigerator nearby and pulled the tab slightly with my index finger.

"Click..."

The bubbles carried the foam and disappeared straight away.

"It seems like you feel a little regretful for not fighting against the pure-blooded dragons?" Ange, who was sitting on the office chair, looked at the boy opposite and quickly stuffed the coke into his mouth.

"It's not a pity, I just feel a bit... boring." Long Kui took out a tissue from the coffee table and wiped the gray-brown Coke on his face.

Those out-of-control hybrids that are extremely dangerous in the eyes of ordinary people have the cruelty of beasts and the cunning of humans.

Generally hidden in the crowd, it is extremely difficult to catch.

In the past, when the commissioners of the Executive Department faced these dangerous hybrids, they had to write a suicide note and go to the battlefield with the mentality that they might be torn to pieces at any time.

But since Long Kui came to the execution department... everything has changed.

In the past, those dangerous hybrids who mingled in the crowd and used ordinary people as shields had nowhere to hide under the Dragon Slayer's keen sense of smell.

Moreover, the opponent's proud bloodline strength in exchange for dirty souls was just a matter of punching him in front of Long Kui.

Even the third-generation species couldn't withstand two of his punches, and the one punch that the dangerous hybrid could take was already extremely powerful.

Since then, the efficiency of the entire enforcement department in capturing dangerous hybrids has skyrocketed, and everyone's concern has shifted from their own safety to praying that the heads of dangerous hybrids will not be blown away by an S-class punch.

The reward for being captured alive is much greater than transporting a corpse back.

No matter how cunning the dangerous hybrid is, in the face of extreme violence, it can't make even a single wave.

When Long Kui first started carrying out his mission, the command center of the execution department would formulate a detailed command plan in advance to ensure that everyone could come back without fail.

But as the S-class participated in more and more missions, the execution department had given up doing such thankless tasks.

what's the plan?

Is there any foolproof plan that can be as reliable as an S-class one that can just rush in and kill the target instantly with one punch?
Long Kui's mission was so simple, direct, violent and efficient.

For him, there is no need to use his brain to solve things that can be solved with fists.

"I heard that you just killed a third-generation species?" Ange smiled and took a white box from under the table, placed it on the heavy wood table, and asked:
"How does it feel?"

"It's not that good. Its strength is far inferior to the blue and white giant dragon I killed from Japan." Long Kui took a sip and said softly after taking a sip of the can of ice coke in his hand.

"That's natural." Angers said casually while entering the password:

"The ones you slaughtered in Japan were only the blood descendants of the White King, the legitimate second-generation species with titles. What you encountered in the Port of Chicago this time were just pets of the King of Ocean and Water."

"Click!"

The sound of the metal inner buckle suddenly breaking sounded in the calm office. Angers slowly opened the silver-white safe, revealing a pair of alchemy pistols wrapped in white dragon scales inside.

"What you want has been refined. How about coming over to inspect the goods and give it a name."

Ange looked at Long Kui in front of him who suddenly stopped drinking Coke with a smile.

Long Kui's eyes were instantly attracted by the two white pistols that shone gorgeously in the box, and he fell into a long silence.

After a moment, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, he stood up slowly, walked to the desk, took the two guns out of the box with one hand and held them in his hands.

Long Kui admitted that the quality of the final product surprised him. He did not expect that the alchemy of this world could create such an amazing weapon.

He held the handles of the two guns covered with dragon scales. Even if he didn't fire them, he could still feel the surging energy contained in them.

It's like what I'm holding is not two guns, but two... roaring dragons!

Even if it was the first time he saw these two guns, Long Kui couldn't put them down.

"Since the dragon scales on the gun are like stars in the sky, emitting light all the time, let's call them..."

"Proof of the Cangxing!"

(End of this chapter)