Dragon Clan: Little Dragon Man Changes Job to Food Hunter

Chapter 278 Gourmet Tour Group
The next day, the request for assistance from the Japanese branch arrived on time.

With everyone from the principal to the young lunatic in the equipment department giving the green light, Norma's "battlefield call" was sent to all the trainees who had participated in the food club training at noon that day.

The students were fooled into thinking that World War III was about to begin and that the mixed-blood society was preparing to completely take over the world of ordinary people.

After seeing the detailed content and specific location of the conscription documents, some students from prominent families subconsciously wanted to call home to inquire about the situation.

I hope those two nuclear bombs really gave birth to Godzilla in Japan.

Can your four islands support such high-risk Deadpools of this level and quantity?

What a joke, could the violent plate movement have dug out all the thousand-year-old corpses deep underground?

Naturally, the geography scores of the college elites could not be so bad that they would think that Japan was a vassal province of some great Eastern power, because that place had always been a colony of the country where the college headquarters was located.

But because of this, many people think that either the people in the Japanese branch are adhering to the style of exaggerating and inflating reports that exists in various cultural systems, or there is really a problem there.

To put it bluntly, during the off-season for the executive department, that is, during relatively peaceful time periods, the number of high-risk Deadpools reported from around the world is not as many as recorded in this request for help document.

It's impossible that the Japanese branch has gone crazy and thinks every person they see is a high-risk Deadpool and then empties the magazine in the street.

The police culture there is not as open and liberal as that at the academy headquarters, and their weapons seem to still be the same shitty gun series from the New South.

In one afternoon, with the assembly of students and the full-scale equipment supply from the equipment department, rows of luxury cars left the academy, led by a vehicle that was called a truck but was actually a heavy armored vehicle.

The aviation formation arranged by the academy stopped at the airport closest to the academy at the scheduled time. As the first collective mission of the preparatory members of the Gourmet Club, even the families behind the students hoped that this battle would be a good one.

The fact of evolution has been widely spread in the mixed-blood society, and the collective mobilization of Kassel Academy, which is the holy land of evolution, is purely a good opportunity to gain fame and fortune in the eyes of those mixed-blood families.

The boss with the maximum level of equipment will lead you to fly, get on the car quickly and don’t wait for others.

The airport was directly requisitioned, all civil flights were cancelled, air routes and control were ensured to ensure smooth traffic throughout the entire process, and a professional mixed-race team was stationed in the tower to provide services.

Even some military-controlled airspace was negotiated by the major mixed-race families to ensure that the fleet could reach Japan as soon as possible to achieve victory.

When necessary, these families can even get access to the US military stationed in Japan and implement saturation fire coverage on the designated locations.

Bring it to you!

When a lion group travels, they should behave like a lion group. They can't sneak into the territory of the Japanese branch and be chased like a drowned dog. Are they lions or hyenas?

They were going there to gain military merit, not to sneak in to gather intelligence.

After all, in the eyes of many mixed-blood families, the Japanese branch is so small that there is no need to do any intelligence gathering.

After this batch of special flights landed at the airport, the traveling members even aroused the vigilance of the airport staff.

On the left side of the front row is an oriental girl with long black hair, holding the hand of a little boy. They look like a brother and sister traveling abroad.

On the right side of the front row was a man with a shabby oriental face, but in his hand he was holding a tourism flag with a black pole and a white background, on which was printed a black tiger with a blade in its mouth.

The tiger is holding a knife, although it is a black tiger instead of a white tiger, and the blade in its mouth is more like a kitchen knife than a weapon, but this formation does not look like a game. Instead, it looks like some strange force is here to occupy an important location at the airport.

For regular tourists who travel abroad, even the different airport facilities and styles will arouse their interest and make them look around if it is their first time traveling abroad.

But all of these people kept their eyes straight ahead and walked in unison.

If it weren't for the complex racial and skin color composition of this team, the airport staff would have thought that some daring gangsters were coming to the airport to do something.

The same sound of unified footsteps came from the other end of the airport. Yuan Zhisheng, wearing an Execution Bureau windbreaker and with a weapon on his waist, also walked over with the team of the Snake Eight Clans.

After seeing the black tiger holding a knife flag, Yasha, who was wearing a sexy suit, was obviously stunned for a moment. "Damn it, those foreigners on the other side of the Pacific Ocean are really good at playing. In this case, are we losing in terms of momentum?"

The corner of Crow's mouth twitched fiercely.

Yasha, a guy who has fought his way up from the bottom, has a different way of thinking. Momentum is indeed very important during gang fights.

But now, instead of considering the momentum, it is better to look at the composition of the people on the opposite side!
Who the hell is spreading the rumor that Cassel has fallen? It's no longer the military fortress it once was. The largest student club does nothing but laugh and joke all day long, losing the demeanor of a dragon slayer.

Just by looking at the appearance of this elite team, it looks like they can fight ten people at once!

Still empty-handed!

"Mr. Lu, thank you very much."

Yuan Zhisheng started with a standard bow, and then shook hands with Lu Zao firmly.

"Please follow me. The branch has prepared accommodation for you."

"As for the other things you brought, they will be delivered one by one later."

Lu Zao nodded: "I'll leave it to you."

The place where the food club was located was not the luxury hotel he had imagined, but a luxurious residential area that Yuan Zhisheng had booked. He was not sure how he had booked it.

As soon as he entered the door, Lu Zao smelled a very fragrant aroma and saw the table full of prepared dishes.

Yuan Zhisheng glanced at his phone and said, "It was delivered five minutes ago. You can eat it after you wash up."

"I heard that the academy is now developing into a concentration camp for big eaters. Of course, it's OK if you want to eat in the courtyard."

Lu Mingfei raised his hand: "I want to eat in the dry landscape, is that ok?"

Karesansui, a special kind of small Zen garden, is usually very expensive.

Yuan Zhisheng nodded: "Please do as you wish. Our family has already bought this place anyway."

Lu Zao opened a bottle of wine: "What's going on here?"

Gen Chisei glanced at Sakura beside him. He let Yasha and Crow go to entertain other members, and only Sakura was left by his side.

Seeing the other party nodded to confirm that no monitoring device was found, Yuan Zhisheng took the wine glass handed to him by Lu Zao and drank it in one gulp.

"There is a traitor in the family, and he is in a very high position. Otherwise, the ghost gang would never be a match for the family."

"Oh yeah, the Ghost Clan is the villain force I told you about."

Yuan Zhisheng sat down, then skillfully took out a cigarette case and lit it. It was obvious that he had been tortured a lot during this period.

Caesar stretched out the branch of the cigar tree.

"Brother, lend me a fire."

Yuan Zhisheng: ???

Branches?

(End of this chapter)