Dragon Clan: My identity seems to be wrong.

Eri felt a little puzzled when she saw her brother suddenly getting excited, but it seemed that her brother no longer objected to her being with her boyfriend, right?

Thinking of this, Eri became happy again with a smile on her face. She went back to the bed, picked up a pen and started drawing on the sleeping Lu Mingfei's body. There was still half of the area that had not been marked with her mark!

At the same time, a neat convoy was heading towards the Genji Group, attracting many pedestrians to watch and take pictures along the way.

Leading the group was a handsome Maserati, which was the exclusive car of Principal Angers. After being modified by the Equipment Department, a war fortress could be stuffed inside without changing its appearance. At this time, Principal Angers and Old Tang were sitting inside chatting, while Vice Principal Flamel needed to follow Chu Zihang back to Kassel College in case of any accidents on the road.

"Lu Mingfei is inside that building."

Old Tang said affirmatively as he looked at the skyscraper that was full of modern atmosphere and technology.

"That's our destination. It seems like Ming Fei has really fallen into the hands of the Sheqi Eight Clan."

Angers was still dressed in his flashy outfit, a black suit, black leather shoes, a rose in his shirt pocket, and an unlit cigar in his hand. He looked at the tall building with a serious expression.

The worst result still happened. Although this incident had been anticipated, when it really happened, Angers, the legendary dragon slayer who had lived for more than a century, still found it difficult to calm down. He took out a match, rubbed it gently, and the flame ignited the cigar. Angers took a deep puff, and the cigar burned rapidly, like a lit fuse.

Ange put out the burnt-out cigar in the ashtray on the small table. After a long time, Ange exhaled, and the smoke submerged his entire body, making it impossible to see his face.

"Norma, inform Schneider to be ready for battle at any time, not war."

Feeling the cool sensation coming from his lungs, Angers voice became a little low, and the iron-blooded aura dissipated and then disappeared, as if two light bulbs were lit under the smoke.

"Okay, Principal Ange."

Norma's gentle voice echoed in the car, which was still moving slowly towards the Genji Group's building. But the strange thing was that there was no one in the driver's seat, but the steering wheel was turning by itself.

Old Tang at the side yawned, not caring at all. He was now thinking about his younger brother who stayed in the academy. He didn't know if he would be bullied when he was not around. But with Samsun around, there shouldn't be any blind half-blood who would bully him.

"Principal Ange, we're here."

The car stopped and Norma's gentle voice came again, waking Angé from his thoughts. He raised his head and looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar place outside the window. A trace of nostalgia flashed in Angé's eyes. The last time he came here was decades ago. The buildings here were not so dense and not so tall. He also met an interesting guy here. I don't know where the old guy is hiding now.

The car door opened automatically, and Principal Angers regained his usual gentlemanly demeanor, stepped out of the car with a warm smile on his face.

"Boom boom boom!"

"Warmly welcome President Angers to visit the Genji Group!"

As soon as Ange got out of the car, the salutes that had been prepared outside the Genji Group were ignited at the same time. Nine salutes sounded one after another and exploded in the sky above the Genji Group. Streamers fluttered down like colorful rain.

What you see are teams of young girls wearing various costumes, including JK, kimono, OL, miniskirts, black stockings, white stockings and fishnets, everything you can think of. A hundred flowers bloomed in full bloom, with enthusiastic smiles on their faces, shouting in unison.

Ange seemed not surprised by this scene. He nodded to the beauties and walked on the red carpet towards the gate of the Genji Group. There, Minamoto no Chisei was waiting to greet him with several retainers of the Minamoto family.

"Principal Ange, long time no see. You are still so strong and healthy."

Yuan Zhisheng had a humble smile on his face. He took two quick steps and came in front of Ange. He bent down slightly to show respect and stretched out his right hand to shake hands with Ange. There was no trace of the majestic look he had just had upstairs.

"Old and strong? I don't think I'm old."

Angé gently shook the hand that Yuan Zhisheng extended, raised his eyebrows, and spoke as if jokingly.

Yuan Zhisheng was slightly stunned when he heard Ange's words. He didn't expect Ange to respond in this way.

"Hahaha, just kidding. I am indeed old. Many of my old friends are already buried underground, and many of them were buried by me. Only I, the hound of revenge, am still lingering on, hoping to see the day when the dragon clan is destroyed."

Ange's words caught Yuan Zhisheng off guard. He didn't expect that Ange would say these words to him, leaving him at a loss as to how to respond for a moment.

"Okay, I just suddenly felt like talking to you more. Let's go in and talk."

The smile on Ange's face became even brighter. He patted Genji Chisei on the shoulder and walked towards the Genji Building first, as if he was the owner of the place.

Yuan Zhisheng looked at the tall figure with a frustrated look on his face. He didn't expect that none of his preparations would be of any use. This old antique who had lived for more than a century was still as cunning as ever. Time seemed to have no effect on him, but only made him more difficult to understand.

"Young Master, what should we do now?"

Sakura, who was following behind Gen Chisei and saw the whole process, asked in a low voice.

"Let's go in and see what they are up to first. We've already lost the initiative, so we can only deal with it as it comes. Arrangements should be made, and have each family control their people and not let the people at our headquarters catch them. Otherwise, they should explain to Ange in person."

After saying that, Yuan Zhisheng quickly followed. Letting guests wander around the house alone was not the Yuan family's way of entertaining guests.

In a large and luxurious meeting room, Angers sat on a soft sofa, smoking a cigar and looking with interest at the girl in front of him who was making tea for him. The girl's movements were neat and graceful, and the steaming teapot in her hands fluttered up and down like a butterfly, but not a drop of the liquid inside spilled.

After making the tea, the girl bowed slightly to Yuan Zhisheng who was sitting in the main seat and walked out the door without making any sound the whole time.

"Principal Ange, how about trying this tea? This is the mother tree Da Hong Pao that we got from China with great difficulty. The annual output is less than one kilogram. We have spent a lot of effort on this. The girl who just made the tea was specially sent to China to learn how to make tea there. She can definitely be called a tea master."

After the woman left, Yuan Zhisheng warmly invited Principal Angers to have tea.