Dragon Clan: My identity seems to be wrong.

"Jealousy won't make you happy. Is it so difficult to admit that others are excellent?"

Ange casually threw the sticky magazine aside and elegantly took out a white handkerchief from his pocket to wipe his hands.

"Okay, don't you still need to report this battle to those guys in the secret party? Why don't you go? If you go too late, those guys will not be polite."

Flamel drank the remaining one third of the whiskey in his hand, burped comfortably, and started to drive people away with an impatient look on his face.

"You're right, those guys' mouths are really annoying. I'm leaving now."

When he thought of those high-ranking board members, Angers lost interest in chatting any further and stood up to leave.

"By the way, remember to keep Lu Mingfei's words secret. He is our trump card."

Angers walked to the door as if he had thought of something, then turned around and said to Flamel.

"You don't need to tell me these. I have already arranged for Finkel to do it."

Flamel said impatiently as he took out another bottle of whiskey.

"Also, drink less. You look like a decadent street drunk."

Looking at the whiskey in his old friend's hand, a trace of sadness flashed in Angers eyes, and then he pushed the door open and walked out without looking back. He lived for those who could not come back, and he still had important things to do.

"boom!"

The sound of a door closing was heard, and the crisp sound of Principal Angers' leather shoes stepping on the ground outside the door became farther and farther away. The attic fell into darkness again. The dim flames danced on the oil lamp, illuminating the small attic. Flamel lowered his head and buried his face in the shadows. It was unknown what he was thinking. The unopened whiskey in his hand reflected colorful light under the illumination of the flames, like a shining gem.

"Wow! So beautiful!"

Lu Mingfei looked at the clouds outside the window that were emitting colorful light under the sunlight, and couldn't help but exclaimed.

This was his second time on a plane. The last time he flew to Chicago, it was at night so he couldn't see anything. So this was his first time looking down at the clouds from the air, and it felt extremely novel.

Sitting on a soft sofa, the table in front of him was filled with specialties from all over the world, surrounded by various decorations wrapped in solid wood, with a soft bear skin carpet under his feet, exquisite murals hanging on the walls, and white clouds outside the window. Lu Mingfei never thought that one day he would live such a luxurious life, not even in his dreams.

At this time, Lu Mingfei was sitting on a plane to China. This plane, which looked ordinary from the outside, was actually a private plane exclusively owned by the academy. Not only was the interior decorated like a luxurious palace, but the plane had also been modified by the academy's equipment department and was equipped with a powerful firepower system and a special engine, which could ensure the safety of the passengers to the greatest extent while ensuring comfort.

"Brother, how long will it take to land?"

Lu Mingfei came back to his senses from the beautiful scenery outside the window, turned his head and looked at Chu Zihang, who was holding a Japanese samurai sword in his hand and resting his eyes expressionlessly. He didn't expect that the academy would send him and Chu Zihang to carry out the mission this time, and there was not even a team leader. The reason was that the visa could not be obtained, but Lu Mingfei didn't believe it at all. He didn't believe that with the power of the academy, they couldn't even get a few visas! But fortunately, they only needed to follow Norma's command throughout the whole process, and they didn't need to worry about it. In addition, this mission was not dangerous, so they just regarded it as a public travel, and they could also get extra credits.

At this point they had been flying in the sky for nearly ten hours. No matter how beautiful the scenery outside the window was, they couldn't help but feel a little bored. Especially because the mixed-bloods were more alert, they could feel the feeling of floating in the air under their feet, which was very uncomfortable.

"Coming."

Chu Zihang's answer was concise and powerful. With his cold face and dark sunglasses, it would be no problem for him to play the Terminator.

"Oh, Brother, aren't you tired of holding that knife all the time?"

Although his efforts were met with a cold shoulder, Lu Mingfei was not discouraged at all, because he knew that Senior Brother Chu was just like that. He would be surprised if Senior Brother Chu started talking more one day.

"Not tired."

Chu Zihang was still cold and spoke in a serious manner. What he was holding in his hand was the famous sword Murasame that he had lost to Lu Mingfei on Freedom Day. Lu Mingfei didn't want it at first, but couldn't resist Chu Zihang's insistence and had to accept it. However, taking advantage of an opportunity, he finally let Chu Zihang accept the sword, but the requirement was that Chu Zihang must teach him swordsmanship. Although Chu Zihang was somewhat reluctant, he still agreed reluctantly for the sake of Murasame. For no other reason, it was just because he felt that Lu Mingfei did not need his teaching. The school had a special kendo teacher, who was the psychological counselor Masashi Toyama, whom Lu Mingfei had met when he first enrolled. However, under Lu Mingfei's kind advice, he still reluctantly accepted the Murasame, after all, it was left to him by his father.

"Brother, you are so boring, can you say a few more words?"

"Hmm? Boring? Then go and do Su Zhen three thousand times, using a real sword."

After hearing Lu Mingfei's words, Chu Zihang indeed said a few more words, but what he said made Lu Mingfei look pale.

"No, Senior Brother Chu, I'm not bored at all, I was just kidding you!"

Lu Mingfei wailed. Ever since he returned Murasame to him on the pretext of letting Chu Zihang teach him swordsmanship, Chu Zihang would come to him whenever he had time and force him to "help" him train in swordsmanship. As long as he slacked off a little, a bamboo sword would immediately hit him without mercy, leaving a red mark on his body. Although it didn't hurt much, it was extremely insulting!

These days, even Lao Tang complained that the time he spent playing games with him had become shorter, and his skills were not as good as before. It was not as easy for him to beat him as before. Lu Mingfei could only smile bitterly. After all, although Su Zhen was not difficult, it was still difficult to do it thousands of times in a row. His hands were shaking like Parkinson's disease, and it was good enough to be able to play like this. Therefore, Lao Tang felt that he had made rapid progress during this period, and he could even fight against Lu Mingfei. If he worked harder, revenge would no longer be out of reach.

"Then just sit still."

Looking at Lu Mingfei's angry expression, Chu Zihang couldn't help but curl his lips. For some reason, Chu Zihang, who had no interest in communicating with others, unexpectedly became very interested in teasing Lu Mingfei, especially when he saw his enviable handsome face breaking and distorted.

Lu Mingfei sat back on the sofa obediently, looking like an eggplant hit by frost, with a droopy head. He glanced around and finally his eyes lit up on the metal box under the table.

Picking up the box from under the table, Lu Mingfei still felt a little tired even with his physical fitness which was many times better than that of ordinary people.

Looking at the intricate patterns on the box and stroking it gently with his hand, Lu Mingfei couldn't help but reveal a perverted smile on his face. Every boy has a dream of being a swordsman when he is young, and Lu Mingfei is no exception. When he was a child, if he saw a straight wooden stick as a sword, all the flowers, plants and trees within a ten-mile radius would suffer. This metal box brought out from Bronze City by Senior Brother Ye Sheng and later given to him by Old Tang perfectly realized his dream.