Lu Mingfei, who had read Dragon Clan before slaying the dragon

"But what about you? You transport the gold you looted from the Indians back to Europe to develop real estate and the sex trade. You put the gold on gorgeous women because you can double the profit by selling it in bulk. Your land is growing so much that if you add it all together, you can make up the entire city of Chicago!"

"We fight, you enjoy life; the tombstones of our comrades who died on the battlefield are ten times higher than the Empire State Building, while you lie on a mountain of gold and silver made of banknotes and have fun with beautiful women..."

"So, that's why you always dress clean, more gentlemanly than gentlemen; while we are always covered in dust and dirt. Even the Gattuso family, who seem the most aristocratic here, are secretly called 'executioners' and 'barbarians' by you. Hey, you're right. Who can be as elegant as you?"

Lu Mingfei's face was full of mockery.

"Why do you have to bring up history in everything? People in your country love to say that, these people are bandits, those people are thieves. Come on, didn't your history teacher teach you that? History always moves forward. Even if those people hadn't died on the battlefield, they might not be alive today."

"What's wrong with being a sophisticated egoist? Don't overpay for the dead. The secret knowledge that the half-blood ancestors sacrificed their lives for is held tightly in your hands. Hiding it away is a waste! Bring it out, and we'll share. We gain knowledge, and you gain wealth. That's how you maximize your profits!"

"Hybrids should unite and work together. You guys should take care of the dragons, and we'll take care of human society. In the end, we'll be the world's... eternal overlords, even more noble than the dragons!"

Neo raised his arms with a hint of madness.

"Principal." Lu Mingfei turned to look at Ange and sighed softly, "It's hard to reach an agreement with someone whose head is full of shit. The negotiation probably fell through. Can I beat him up?"

Ange smiled and said nothing, just made a gesture of "please do as you please".

"What do you want to do?" Neo lit up his golden eyes and looked at Lu Mingfei warily. He stepped back to distance himself from him, his body tense like a cheetah about to pounce.

"Hey, have you read Nietzsche's Beyond Good and Evil?" Lu Mingfei asked.

This was one of the books Lu Mingfei spent the longest time reading in high school. In Beyond Good and Evil, Nietzsche said: "If you fight a dragon too long, you become the dragon yourself; if you stare into the abyss too long, the abyss will stare back at you." The boy who slays the dragon eventually becomes the dragon himself.

The eternal overlord, a being more noble than the dragon clan?

Stop being funny!

In the next moment, the few steps that Neo took to distance himself from Lu Mingfei seemed like a joke, because to Lu Mingfei, one meter and three meters were just a difference in numbers, and it only took him a moment to cross.

Neo was pushed into the corner, and the golden champagne had been poured all over his head without him knowing when. It was unclear whether it was to make him clear his mind or just to wet his flying red hair.

Neo's face was filled with fear, because Lu Mingfei had a 20-centimeter-long folding knife in his hand. The bright red blade was pressed against his scalp, and he could even feel the unique pattern of Damascus steel with his skin. The wildly beautiful and eye-catching red hair was being cut off inch by inch.

Neo was about to resist, but he couldn't move because the young man in front of him also lit up his golden eyes. Compared with that man's golden eyes... it was like a low-level kid facing a Shura from the depths of hell. Just being stared at made his blood seem to solidify, and he felt the pressure as heavy as a mountain, almost pressing him into the wall.

"I've been fed up with your flamingo-like hair style for a long time. I've endured it for the entire auction. In China, this hairstyle is called Shamatte, you know? I held my temper and didn't beat you up. Instead, I styled your hair for you. You should be thanking me... I advise you not to move. If you move around, you might accidentally scratch your head, which is not good." Lu Mingfei made the most deadly threat in the calmest tone.

Some young people wanted to step forward, but Lu Mingfei turned around, and his burning golden eyes swept over everyone. That was a certain realm born with the burning bloodline. In the legends of the ancestors, dragon slayers could not look directly into the eyes of a dragon, because looking into the eyes of such a creature would destroy the hearts of anyone with a weak will, and even shake their souls... Lu Mingfei was bursting out with the majesty of a dragon!

"A creature more noble than dragons? Are you worthy? Have you ever faced a dragon head-on? Not even a second-generation one. You lie in your comfortable ivory tower and talk about it, telling completely impossible jokes. Do you intend to make the dragons laugh to death?" Lu Mingfei slapped Neo's handsome face with the cold back of his folding knife.

"You clearly don't know anything about slaying dragons, yet you're clamoring to be the overlord of the world; you clearly don't even know what kind of terrifying creatures dragons are, yet you act like you can trample them underfoot just by moving your mouth. Hey, have you ever been to a battlefield, sir?" Lu Mingfei shouted coldly.

"My senior brother swings his sword thousands of times every day, slashing away every trace of cowardice within him. My principal always hides a sharp knife in the cuff of his suit, the blade pointed either at the enemy or at himself. Freshmen at Kassel Academy begin their war practice classes in their freshman year. No matter which noble family you come from, you must step onto the battlefield and face the gates of hell..."

"This is what it means to slay a dragon! Do you understand? It's not like you guys are so elegant and graceful. You're too spotless, smoking cigars and sipping champagne, thinking all day long about what kind of noble and elegant woman can catch your eye. You don't want to get stained with blood, because bleeding will collapse your aristocratic image. You think you're really so high and mighty? Pah, you're just a fucking sissy, dickless coward!"

Lu Mingfei spat coldly, hurling blunt and explicit curse words at a group of young men born in Rome.

"Mr. Henkel." Lu Mingfei turned and looked at Henkel. "Unfortunately, today's negotiations failed."

"It seems so." Han Gao sighed.

"Actually, discussing cooperation is simple. Alliance, yes; sharing, no problem either, provided our men don't continue to bleed and die on the battlefield while you live in a mansion more beautiful than an imperial palace, bossing around and ordering people around."

"When your people dare to set foot on the battlefield where the four kings were slaughtered, and the alchemical revolver in your drawer is no longer aimed at us but at dragons, you will be qualified to discuss cooperation with us." Lu Mingfei said mercilessly.

"By the way, Zero is not someone you can get your hands on as an idiot. If you have any bad thoughts towards my classmates again, I will beat your brains out like a fountain next time." Lu Mingfei patted Neo's head, which he had shaved into a buzz cut. The crisp sound like slapping a watermelon echoed in the huge room.

Then he pushed the door open and walked out without even bothering to give anyone else a glance.

Chapter 124 Colonel Fried Chicken

"Hey, Henkel, my old friend, what a shame! We were so close to reaching a cooperation. Perhaps I'm not a very successful educator, and my students are like me, too impatient to care about gentlemanly manners when they get carried away."

Ange flicked off the butt of his cigar and said with regret.

"That kid's name is Lu Mingfei, right? I remember that. Your secret party has truly recruited an incredible young man."

Han Gao was silent for a moment, then opened the drawer and took out two old-fashioned golden revolvers and placed them on the table. The muzzles of the guns were engraved with exquisite special patterns. He unloaded a bullet and placed it in front of him. It was a 0.5-inch Magnum pistol bullet. Even without modification, this kind of bullet could easily penetrate the crocodile's scales with one shot. The bullet's warhead was also engraved with the same alchemical patterns as the muzzle.

Alchemical Wheel - "Texas Dawn".

This pair of alchemical weapons once wrote the history of the half-blood race and has remained in history ever since. Han Gao himself has long been a highly prestigious leader representative in the half-blood family and has not personally participated in military work for many years. However, when meeting with Ange, he had to be fully armed at all times.

However, this time, in addition to his old rival Ange, the young man named Lu Mingfei also made him feel uneasy. If he faced the old man and the young man at the same time, he was sure that he could seriously injure one of them... but everyone in their room would die!

"See that annoying gun again." Ange stood up and smiled. "But you won't have the chance to hit me from behind with it this time. If I bleed here, my student Lu Mingfei will overturn the entire half-blood world."

Ange put out the cigarette butt on the table in front of Henkel. The expensive antique black wooden round table was burned by the cigarette butt, leaving a black burn hole. Ange turned his back to this century-old opponent, completely defenseless, and walked out of the door with a straight posture and a proud head.

The room was as silent as a grave, with only the wall clock stubbornly ticking away the minutes and seconds.

The young people present all come from outstanding mixed-race families. They are the elites of the new generation and the spokespersons of their families, especially Neo, who is known as the "Flame of the Gonzalez Family" and possesses extraordinary bloodline and a strong leadership temperament.

But the "Flame of the Gonzalez Family" was instantly subdued by the young man from the secret party and had no power to fight back. He even lost his signature flaming hair that he had carefully grown for many years.

That aura was undeniable. If he couldn't feel it deeply because of the distance and short time in the auction hall, then facing those pair of dazzling golden eyes was like being face to face with a giant dragon from ancient times. The scorching breath seemed to be sprayed right in his face, majestic and awe-inspiring.

Is there really such a person in this world?! Is that guy even human?! The biting cold still lingered above Neo's head. He clung to the wall to prevent himself from collapsing. He touched his prickly, rounded hair, and the back of his clothes was soaked with cold sweat.

Han Gao grabbed a high-end custom-made suit from the cupboard and handed it to Neo. "It's not your fault. No one expected Ange to have such a trump card. Lu Mingfei is even more oppressive than Ange in his youth. But in the final analysis, this is just a test. I don't expect you to reach any agreement with them. Our goal has been achieved."

"Mr. Henkel, he..." Neo took the suit and changed his shirt soaked with cold sweat in panic, still in shock.

"No one knows where Ange found such a young man. I am sure that he is not from one of those ancient dragon-slaying families." Han Gao shook his head.

"Are we just going to let it go like this? Because of this unknown guy who came out of nowhere?" a young man couldn't help but ask.

"Not necessarily. The young man from the secret party is right. He is different from Frost Gattuso. Frost has the noble blood of the Gattuso family. He looks down on other families and naturally will not lower his status to negotiate with us. But he is different from Ange. Although I don't know him, I know Ange. Ange wants to avenge the dragon clan for his dead companions. For the hatred that has lasted for a hundred years, he can agree to anything." Han Gao murmured.

"What's more, Ange is isolated and helpless in the school board. I hope those families can squeeze him out more vigorously, preferably without leaving any loopholes, and force Ange to come to us with his outstanding young people. Although Ange is my opponent, no one can deny his unparalleled leadership!" Han Gao stood up.

He walked to the innermost wall and knocked gently on it. "Anger and his students have left. You can come out now."

The red secret door hidden in the wall opened, and a burly figure walked out silently.

The silver-gray suit, polished leather shoes and rose-gold watch, this luxurious outfit perfectly matches his strong physique.

The young people all stared at his feet. His steps were firm and steady, with a strong sense of rhythm. What a confident entrance! He powerfully embodied the image of an "elegant and successful man." This man could easily replace Sean Connery as the face of Louis Vuitton's travel bags.

The man sat on the chair opposite Han Gao, with his legs crossed, without greeting anyone. Those present were all young leaders of various mixed-race families, but it seemed as if he ignored everyone.

"You...when will you learn what decency is?" Han Gao looked at the man sitting in front of him in silence.

"Hey, a Prada couture suit, a Zenith watch, and these Hermes shoes—I wouldn't wear them to a casual occasion." The man crossed his legs, the ceiling light casting a gleam on his polished shoes, making them gleam like obsidian. "Isn't this even considered respectable? Do you, Henkel, want me to wear golden armor and diamond shoes to see you?"

"I mean, what's that covering your head?"

"It's the bag I use to carry my lunch. Hey, everyone has eaten KFC. Han Gao, haven't you seen a KFC paper bag? No way?" The man stuffed a French fry dipped in ketchup into his mouth.

The man had a KFC takeout paper bag covering his head. There were two small eye holes and a big mouth hole on the bag, so the young people could not see his face and could only pay attention to his appearance.

"I'm already over a hundred years old. How many centenarians have you seen eating KFC?" Han Gao held his forehead. "Come on, you're dressed as the Colonel here this time; last time we met at the bank, you covered your head with black stockings you stole from the convenience store nearby; and the time before that was Halloween, and you wore an Iron Man mask you tricked from a kid at a costume party... Do you think you're funny? Can you be more professional?"

"Be more professional? Then next time I'll get a complete set of Iron Man armor? Henkel, you should have acquaintances in Hollywood, how about asking someone to help me get one? Actually, I've wanted one for a long time..." The man's tone was irrelevant.

Han Gao leaned back in his chair and didn't speak for a long time. Then he handed a cigar to the man, his old face full of helplessness: "I actually prefer Tarzan to Iron Man. Next time we meet, please come to see me naked and swing on vines."

"Come on, you're so old, your skin is so sagging, and you still want to cosplay as Jenny?" The man lit a cigar. "Stop complaining. It's not time for me to show my face yet. If I do, we'll both be in trouble!"

“This room is full of people you can trust.”

"Forget it. I know what happened to you guys just now." Colonel Sanders pointed at Neo and said mercilessly, "Whether they can be trusted is one thing, and whether they are stupid or not is another. With the IQ of these guys, I think it's incredible that they can keep the information."

Neo was stunned for a moment, then glared at the man, "Who are you calling an idiot?"

"Keep a low profile, young man. From a flamingo to a bald boy, haven't you learned enough lessons? It seems that the Gonzalez family has spoiled you. How could they choose such a brainless child as their heir?" Colonel Sanders asked Han Gao in confusion.

"You..." Neo was about to attack but was stopped by Han Gao's wave of his hand.

"To be honest, the family's originally designated heir was determined to join the Secret Party, but as you know, we have conflicts with the Secret Party, so Neo, the second-in-line, became the heir." Han Gao explained truthfully, "Young people, it's understandable that they can be a little arrogant. No matter how much we old people teach them, it won't be of any use. After a few setbacks, they will understand what it means to be tactful and worldly-wise."

Neo retreated behind Han Gao, but his face still couldn't hide the anger.

The man sneered and said nothing. It was hard to tell what expression he had under the KFC bag.

"What is the origin of Lu Mingfei? I'm very interested in him." Han Gao asked straight to the point.

"Lu Mingfei? A sophomore-to-be. Never had a girlfriend. Quite popular in the academy. Occasionally grinds his teeth when he sleeps." The man shrugged.

"You know I'm not asking about irrelevant information like this," Han Gao said with a straight face. "This young man named Lu Mingfei, anyone can tell he has a remarkable lineage. So, does he have any special background?"

"From what I know, his biggest background is probably having two good senior brothers."

"That's impossible! He must have some unusual background. At the auction, his original deposit with the Bank of Zurich was only 10 million, but he asked for 100 million. So we checked his accounts. Do you know how incredible that is? He has deposits in all five major Swiss banks: Bank of Switzerland, Raiffeisen, Credit Suisse... He has a full billion in deposits in each bank!" Henkel banged on the antique table. "How could a young man, barely twenty, have such a huge fortune?"

"Maybe the secret party lent it to him. You know the secret party is not short of money." said the man.

"Except for Ange, no one in the secret party supported that young man. Most importantly, the last thing he asked for was his Swiss Bank account number and password. That's the largest and most secure bank in the world, but guess what? He directly triggered the alarm!"

"Alarm? Doesn't that just mean he might be playing big?"

"No, the account and password he entered are correct. The alarm means that the account he logged into is protected by the world's most advanced and sophisticated security system. That account is a VIP among VIPs, with shareholder-level privileges!" Han Gao whispered. "Do you know how much money you need to deposit in a Swiss bank to permanently retain this level of privilege? The amount in there is probably enough to buy half of Wall Street!"

"It does sound scary, but from what I know, Lu Mingfei is very poor. It's difficult for him to even take out 10,000 yuan at once, let alone 100 million yuan. So this money is definitely not his. Angers is very powerful. Maybe the old man borrowed the account from a friend for his students to show off." The man said thoughtfully.

"We can't rule out this possibility, but we still can't be careless. Stealing the secret party's technology can't be done overnight. Monitoring Lu Mingfei is the focus now." Han Gao said softly.

"I understand..." Before the man finished speaking, another voice next to him interrupted.

"So Lu Mingfei is actually a poor bastard?" Neo's eyes widened. "He disguises himself as a low-key rich man, but in fact, he doesn't even have the qualifications to set foot in this auction house? I was wondering why he was dressed so modestly, because he can't even afford a decent outfit!"

"Damn it, I should have been the winner. What could that unruly brat with no background have to compete with me? The baby should be mine, and that woman named Ling should also be mine? Just wait, Lu Mingfei, the next time we meet, I will make you die in an ugly way..."

Neo slammed the table in frustration.

"Hey, Han Gao, don't your families teach you any etiquette and rules? Do little brats have the right to interrupt when adults are talking?" the man said dissatisfiedly.

"I am the heir of the Gonzalez family. Who are you calling a little brat? A shameful fellow!" Neo could not help but sarcastically retort after being provoked one after another by Lu Mingfei and Colonel Sanders.

"Hey, interrupting me is fine, but you actually dare to look down on poor people? Han Gao, do you mind if I teach this ignorant young man a lesson for you?"

Although this was a question, the man wearing the KFC paper bag suddenly stood up before Han Gao could answer.

The right sleeve of Prada's suit suddenly exploded from the shoulder, and hundreds of pieces of cloth flew everywhere like falling snow. The man's thick arms were exposed, and the blue veins protruded ferociously between his arms like dragons.

He took a heavy step, crushing the hard marble floor tiles with one foot. The huge palm grabbed Neo's face with unstoppable force. With a tremendous force, Neo's head, which was shaved into a buzz cut by Lu Mingfei, was held in the man's hand, like a giant holding an egg.

He yelled and tried to resist, slapping the man's arms, but it was no use. The man's arms were as hard as steel... Neo's head was grabbed by the man and pushed back, smashing into the huge antique black-screened table like a cannonball, and the solid wood round table was smashed to pieces!

"Boy, do you think you can make Lu Mingfei die in an ugly way?"

The man picked up Neo, whose head was covered in blood. The latter had completely lost consciousness. The man unbuttoned his suit with one sleeve damaged and threw it away, revealing his tall and strong body. Then he took off Neo's suit and put it on himself, but was embarrassed to find that it was more than a size too small and the buttons could not be fastened at all!

"'The Flame of the Gonzales Family'? Haha, it might as well be renamed 'The Vulnerable Dead Dog'!" The man casually threw the completely unconscious Neo into the arms of a young man, waved to Han Gao, and walked away with his suit open.

Today is the author's birthday. I wanted to take a day off, but then I thought about it and realized that I still have lovely readers waiting for updates... So why celebrate my birthday then? I'll just write and write!

Chapter 125 One Hundred Years of Solitude

The black Maserati was speeding on the highway with the hardtop convertible retracted into the car. The sun was pouring down from overhead and a refreshing breeze was blowing against the face, enveloping the warmth of early summer.

"I will say that your destruction of the train tracks was part of a secret mission, so that Manstein and the board of directors will not hold you accountable." Ange put on sunglasses and held the steering wheel with one hand, looking as handsome as a rally driver.

"Thank you, Principal, but I'm not thinking about this. I'm thinking... just now in the room, the atmosphere was set just right, and those words couldn't help but run out of my mind, and I even took action. Will this make the relationship between the secret party and those mixed-blood families even more strained?" Lu Mingfei asked in the co-pilot seat.

"Do you regret it? Or are you afraid?" Ange asked softly with a smile.

"What's there to be afraid of? As a man, don't regret what you said." Lu Mingfei shook his head.

"You performed very well just now." As if the praise wasn't enough, Ange added, "I'd say quite well. I never thought a young person born in this new era would have the same level of understanding as my generation. You've basically expressed everything I wanted to say and the attitudes I wanted to express. You've once again proven your 'S'-level excellence."

"Besides, Han Gao and his men are not on the same side as the secret party. We only have a common enemy now, the four great monarchs... If the dragon race is ever truly destroyed by us, no matter how solid the alliance is, it will automatically fall apart. What will follow will be a fight between the hybrids... a fight between each other!"

"War is inevitable at all times. Even if it's not fought with real guns and swords, political and trade backstabbing is always happening. After all, whether it's human nature or dragon nature, the essence is dissatisfaction. Everyone wants to dominate and take the last piece of cream cake." Lu Mingfei nodded.

"Your thinking is very mature. The bloodline of war is particularly evident in the dragon clan. The nature of the dragon clan is to fight to the death. There is only one supreme throne. Even brothers and sisters can cannibalize each other in order to fight for that chair. The seven deadly sins behind us are an example. Those seven alchemical swords were forged by Norton to kill his seven brothers and sisters. He even didn't intend to let his twin Constantine go. Isn't it cruel?" Ange said.

Lu Mingfei looked back at the black hard-shell box, which contained the end point of alchemy in this world - the Seven Deadly Sins; the black snakeskin bag next to it contained the Whisper of the Earth. This set of alchemical armor worth 500 million yuan was just put in a snakeskin bag by Ange who asked the staff for it. In fact, the display case that came with it was also worth tens of thousands of dollars, but it was thrown away by Ange.

"Survival of the fittest." Lu Mingfei just lowered his head and responded lightly.

"A very mixed-race idiom!" Ange commented. "Do you know why I specifically asked you to negotiate on my behalf today?"

"Maybe it's because the secret party needs a new spokesperson." Lu Mingfei said calmly.

In reality, he was secretly complaining, "In that situation, it was just the two of us. If not me, whose name would you call? Isn't it because you, old man, are too lazy to negotiate or take action? If Chu Zihang or Caesar were here, I'm sure you would call them too. Who represents the secret party is secondary. You, old man, are lazy.

But of course he wouldn't say this directly, as he chose Angers' elective course the next semester.

"That's right. Aside from the families on the Kassel Academy Board of Directors, the only other half-blood families who have any impression of the secret party are me, Hilbert Jean-Anger. But I'm too old to do everything myself. Kassel Academy has experienced a serious breakdown. Fortunately, you showed up. You're the best group the academy has had in recent decades. You, Chu Zihang, Caesar..."