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

"Let's go. If Ange is sensible, actively cooperates with our investigation, and has the courage to admit his mistakes, I will give him a decent way out. If the old guy resists or escapes, then he can wait for all the scandals to be exposed, fall from the altar, and lose his reputation in his later years!" Andrew straightened his chest and smoothed his high-end custom-made suit without a single wrinkle. He looked like a general who was conquering a defeated king, with a smile on his face.

The train whistle sounded as it entered the station, and the door slid open. Andrew, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, stood in the front, holding the sacred and solemn "Blood Deed of Abraham" in his arms. His secretary Percy stood behind him with a low profile. Percy lowered her head, making Andrew look like a successful person in the upper class.

But before he stepped out of the car, he was stunned. Looking around, he saw countless people crowded on the platform, a huge crowd. These people were all wearing dark green uniforms, which were the school uniforms of Kassel Academy. Everyone's face showed the frustration of their parents having died, like a group of zombies besieging the station in the apocalypse.

A long banner was unfurled in the distance, with a striking red background and yellow characters. The elites of the upper class immediately became leaders of a rural inspection tour.

"Please ask the school board investigation team to make the decision for us!"

As Andrew stepped out of the carriage, he was met with an overwhelming amount of low voices. The content was exactly the same as what was on the banner, sad and miserable, sounding like a funeral.

Was that so? Because Ange had violently ruled Kassel College for too long, causing widespread student distress and suffering, he had come to ask me to take charge and ensure that the wicked principal was severely punished?

Andrew smiled contentedly at this thought. Pleading for the people was exactly what a righteous lawyer like him was supposed to do. Even though he had helped the Gattuso family deal with too many... unscrupulous and vile things before, there was nothing he could do. The family's orders couldn't be disobeyed, and besides... they offered too much! He couldn't refuse.

But this time he stood on the side of justice. He raised his hand, pressed it downwards, and smiled, "Students, don't be too depressed. I understand your feelings. Don't worry. I, Andrew, swear as the chief legal advisor of Kassel College that I will never blame a good person, nor will I let a bad person go. Justice will come sooner or later..."

He recited the lines he had memorized repeatedly in advance with great emotion. This was originally what he was going to prepare for the performance review speech he would give to the teachers and students of the entire school after Ange left office. He couldn't help but subconsciously recall the crowded scene in front of him, but he didn't prepare two copies... It doesn't matter, as long as the speech is in line with public opinion, whatever he says will get everyone's support, and after defeating the evil boss Ange, he can prepare another copy, and the effect will be even better!

Just like now, he was speaking with a righteous heart, and the audience on the platform all... all...

What was going on? Shouldn't they be clapping and cheering right now? I was helping them escape suffering, so why were their expressions even more mournful? It was as if my dead parents had been dug out of their graves and their bodies were being whipped.

Andrew was stunned. At this moment, the crowd was like a black tide that had been separated. A figure came from the other side of the platform, passing between the waves on both sides, and walked quickly towards here.

"You are here, Mr. Andrew, you are here!" The man was so scared that he "rolled" in front of Andrew, crying and snotting. He wiped his tears with his hands and then grabbed Andrew's brand new suit sleeve tightly.

"Who are you?" Andrew frowned slightly. He glanced at the other person's hand stained with wet liquid with disgust. At this time, he was holding his arms with both hands. He could even feel the temperature of the liquid that seeped through the fabric of his suit. It was really disgusting!

He tried to break free, but the other person's big hands were like two iron clamps, holding on tightly and causing pain in his arms.

"Fingal, my name is Fengal, Teacher Andrew, you are finally here, we have no other choice, everything depends on you!" Fengal's burly body approached Andrew, hugged him in his arms, and patted his back heavily, as if to induce vomiting... Andrew was almost vomited out the foie gras and dessert that Percy prepared for him on the train because of the strong slapping of that guy.

"It's Mr. Finger." Andrew forcibly broke free from the bear hug. Percy handed him a handkerchief. While wiping his tear-stained sleeve, he tried his best to appear amiable and said with a forced smile, "Don't worry, we already have most of the evidence against Ange. If you have anything else to add, feel free to let me know."

Finkel nodded heavily. At this moment, a black car approached from a distance. It was a black extended Lincoln. The students lowered their heads with solemn expressions, as if they were welcoming a heavy funeral car.

A sloppy old man wearing a cowboy hat and a plaid shirt got out from the back seat of the "funeral car". He looked at Andrew and gave Finkel an inquiring look, and Finkel nodded.

"Mr. Andrew, please follow me." As soon as the uncle said this, the serious students began to move, surrounding Andrew and walking forward. He stumbled forward, as if he was "squeezed" into the black extended Lincoln.

Of course, Finkel and Patsy followed in.

The stretched Lincoln slowly moved forward, and Andrew slumped into the leather seat, completely confused as to what was happening. The stretched Lincoln was fine, but why was there somber funeral music playing? And who was this scruffy old man dressed like a cowboy? And why were these students still looking as if their parents had died as the Lincoln slowly moved forward? Some of them were even holding baskets of white chrysanthemums. Damn it, were you at a funeral?

The most outrageous thing was that the burly bear-like Finkel knelt down in front of him. Damn, this guy started crying again!

Andrew huddled in the corner of the leather seat, holding his sleeves tightly with both hands... He had just wiped it clean, and he couldn't let this guy contaminate him again!

"Please kick our old principal out as soon as possible, Lord Andrew! We can't stand it anymore." Finkel shouted.

"Don't worry, I came here just for this matter. I promise you, I will make sure that old guy Ange gets the ending he deserves!" Andrew patted his chest and guaranteed. The student in front of him looked so pitiful. What kind of bullying and oppression had he suffered to make him feel as sad as if his parents had died?

Andrew's sense of justice burst out at this moment.

"Yeah, old Principal Ange, he is so pitiful!" Finkel wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, feeling sad.

"Yes! He is so... so... so what?" Andrew was dumbfounded.

Chapter 136 Stupid Old Man

Andrew was confused. Before this, he had many negative labels for Angers in his mind, such as hateful, terrible, even shameful and hateful... But where did he start with the word "pitiful"?

"Do you know how old Principal Ange is this year?" Finkel wiped away his tears and asked suddenly.

"If the file is correct... I remember he was one hundred and thirty-five years old." Andrew said blankly. As an investigator, he certainly knew all the information about the person being investigated, Ange, in advance, but he didn't know why this classmate named Finkel asked him this.

"Yes, one hundred and thirty-five!" Finkel remained kneeling before Andrew, slapping his thigh with his broad palm. "Can you imagine? A one hundred and thirty-five-year-old man still teaching? By that age, when ordinary people's sons' sons' sons are about to have sons, they should be wrapped in blankets and sitting in a wheelchair listening to their grandchildren's grandchildren tell them Grimm's fairy tales... But what about the principal? He never married and dedicated his entire life to the great cause of slaying dragons and education! How heroic!"

"But I heard..." Andrew covered his legs that were shaking from being slapped. He originally wanted to say that although Ange was not married, he heard that the old man was coquettish and playboyish by nature.

But he was interrupted.

"I know, I know that great people are always bound to be slandered, just like our principal, who has worked diligently all his life. Because he has been teaching day after day for a hundred years, his throat often suffers from pharyngitis; because he always goes to the battlefield, when he takes off his clothes, there is no part of his body that is not engraved with hideous scars, and it hurts unbearably when it rains... But even for such a great educator, there are actually villains who try to slander him with dirty words!" Finkel revealed his true feelings, tears streaming down his face.

What is professionalism? This guy is not only a professional paparazzi, but also a highly qualified actor!

"But the information I have shows that Ange embezzled public funds to acquire private estates in seven countries around the world, spending a total of $12 billion." Andrew brought up one of Ange's most serious crimes. "A great educator, is he so short of housing? I even thought he was working part-time as a real estate agent."

"Have we been discovered?" Finkel was stunned and sighed. Then he took out a few black and white photos from the inner pocket of his school uniform and handed them to Andrew.

Andrew took the photo and rubbed his fingers along its edge. The touch brought back a sense of the times. When he saw the content of the photo, he seemed to have seen something incredible. His pupils suddenly contracted and he murmured, "How could this be... How could this be!"

"Yes, no one expected that the truth would be like this!" Finkel flipped through the photos and recalled the wasted years.

"This is Principal Ange's White Sands Manor in Tonga. He's enrolled over a hundred orphaned mixed-race children who haven't yet awakened. He's also hired local teachers and administrators at great expense to teach them common sense and introduce them to mixed-race culture. This photo shows the principal and the children when the manor was first established... Look at them, how happy they are!"

"This is Principal Ange's Kuskovo Manor in Russia, where he shelters former World War II veterans and former secret agents. The principal has spent a fortune hiring local caregivers and professional psychologists to care for these homeless veterans and provide regular psychological counseling. He visits them every year and takes photos with them... Look at them, how happy they are!"

"This is Principal Ange's Crimson Rose Manor in Mauritius. It houses the war criminals captured by the Executive Department over the years in various dangerous mixed-race battlefields... Look at them, how happy they are!"

"..."

Flipping through the photos one by one, the student named Finger told him a total of seven touching stories. In the stories, it seemed as if all the good qualities in the world were mixed in this old man. He was gentle but iron-blooded, loving but great. He was a philanthropist, a military strategist, a world-class heritage protector... but the only thing he was not was a selfish old tyrant!

Andrew was stunned, his head spinning, his mind disoriented and unable to process the facts. The information provided by the school board did state that Ange had embezzled public funds to purchase the estate. The transfer and land purchase records were all there, providing irrefutable evidence...but the report didn't even mention why the old man had purchased the estate!

Could it be that they really made a mistake?

Percy, the secretary sitting next to Andrew, leaned over and whispered something in his ear. The chief investigator, who was almost influenced by Finkel, looked at her again.

"Mr. Finger, the information I have about you says that you've been studying at Kassel Academy for eight years and haven't graduated yet. Your grade has dropped from an 'A' to an unprecedented 'F'. I remember you said on the phone that you've been accumulating complaints about your principal for years. Feel free to raise them, don't be afraid!"

"If you're worried about the principal's retaliation so you keep saying good things about him, I can tell you responsibly that there's no need to be! Because the more suggestions you provide, the faster you can get a better principal, and your graduation will be just around the corner!" Andrew whispered, his tone full of temptation.

"Really?" Finkel raised his tearful eyes, "I have so many complaints about the principal!"

Andrew smiled with satisfaction. This was the correct direction of the plot. He nodded to signal Finkel to speak freely.

"The principal really... doesn't take care of himself! I've never met such a dedicated old man. He's never been in good health. Can you imagine? A 130-year-old man with a fever of 40 degrees Celsius insists on teaching in a wheelchair, wrapped in a blanket, rain or shine, without missing a single class!"

"Huh?" Andrew was stunned.

"The principal is so strict! Of course, I'm talking about himself. I've never seen such a self-disciplined old man. He works day and night, rising at the crack of dawn. His figure is either shuttling between the research lab late at night or the gymnasium at noon!"

"Didn't you just say that he has always been in poor health?" Andrew frowned.

"That's right! Even a hybrid with a powerful bloodline can't withstand such torture. This is completely self-harm! The old man is too stubborn and won't listen to anyone's advice!"

Finkel grabbed Andrew's hand.

"But now that you're finally here, please help persuade our old principal. He can't continue to neglect himself like this!"

Andrew's hands were grabbed by Finkel and clenched in mid-air. He had no intention of breaking free. He was completely stunned. His entire worldview was under severe attack... Where was that morally corrupt old man? Where was that lawless old scoundrel? How could everything be completely different from what he had expected?

He was here to impeach the other party, so why was he acting like he was representing the school board to express his condolences to the diligent centenarian principal and present him with an honorary retirement certificate? He had nothing of the sort, only densely packed accusation documents and a letter of resignation, signed jointly by representatives of the various mixed-race families on the board.

"Ange...Principal, where are he?" Andrew unconsciously added honorifics while asking.

"Oh!" Finkel sighed heavily and pointed at the students holding flowers outside the car window, all of them looking dejected.

"He... is dead?" Andrew exclaimed.

"He's fallen ill!" The scruffy old man who had picked them up spoke with a serious expression. "My old friend has been obsessed with work for years. He's so exhausted that he's finally broken down. He's now in the college's ICU, with tubes plugged into his body for nutrient solution and an oxygen mask on his face. He's bedridden and in a very serious condition..."

"Aren't mixed-bloods less likely to get sick? Besides, Principal Ange is an 'S' grade." Andrew murmured.

"Yeah, even an S-rank soldier can fall ill. Can you imagine how dedicated Ange is?" The scruffy uncle's eyes were moist. "We agreed to stroll through Kassel's autumn cultural corridor together. You must get well, my old friend!"

"By the way... who are you?" Andrew looked at the sloppy uncle, his mind still confused. He even forgot to ask the other party's name from the moment he was taken into the car until now.

Percy leaned close to Andrew's ear again and whispered, "This is the vice-president of the academy, also known as the night watchman. The title is an honorary position and he is not responsible for any specific work."

"Just call me Lao Mei." The night watchman had a heavy expression on his face. He poured himself a glass of vodka and drank it all in one gulp. It seemed that his old friend's serious illness made him very depressed.

The three words "night watchman" pricked Andrew's nerves. He looked up and down at this man who was drinking heavily and looked somewhere between a sloppy uncle and a sloppy grandfather. He could not connect him with the man in the photo.

The academy's second-in-command, the "Night Watchman," a crucial figure hidden in the shadows. Andrew had researched him before arriving and even obtained a photograph. It was taken in a Bolivian tavern in 1934, but time had been a bit too merciless. Where were his almost sculpted abs? Where was his sexy, playful, rock-and-roll wavy hair? Where was his eyes, like Roberto Baggio's, filled with vicissitudes and melancholy, the kind that captivated women at first sight?

Apart from the identical cowboy outfit, Andrew could not in any way identify the charming western handsome man he once was. The way he guzzled liquor didn't look melancholy at all... He looked more like a homeless tramp who had been kicked out by his wife!

Andrew was startled. Looking at the night watchman's drastically altered appearance, he suddenly realized... the information he had obtained might actually be significantly different from the actual situation. If a handsome man could become a slovenly homeless man, then why couldn't a foolish tyrant become a kind and benevolent father?

The extended Lincoln drove into the main gate of Kassel. A long banner was hung on the pillars of the magnificent gate, which read "Hope our dear Principal Ange will recover soon." The banner was filled with dense black dots, which were the signatures of hundreds of students, expressing their deep love and concern for the principal.

Andrew was puzzled as he looked at the thick stack of accusatory documents in Percy's hand and the "Abraham Bloodline Deed" in his own hand.

It was obvious that he finally wanted to stand on the side of justice this time, but "justice" seemed to just make a quick eye contact with him and then slip away with a smile... Just like the girl he loved but couldn't get when he was young, Andrew was torn between the orders of the school board and the condemnation of his conscience... Until the Lincoln car passed through the crowd, he accidentally looked up and saw a scene that made him stunned.

A playful girl in a short skirt stood at the back of the crowd, holding an ice cream cone. She licked it gently like a cat, chatting and laughing with the old man who looked like her great-grandfather...

The old man, who looked like a great-grandfather, stood there straight in a suit and tie, his long silver-gray hair tied back. He was healthy and sturdy, and his muscles, almost bursting through his shirt, could be vaguely seen through his open-necked suit. He also held an identical ice cream cone in his hand, munching on it and laughing with the girl. From time to time, he would gently pat her shoulder and delicate hand, like a lustful old pervert!

"Hilbert Jean-Anger!" This name was almost squeezed out from between Andrew's teeth. He instantly realized that he might have been fooled. Andrew turned his head and stared at the night watchman and Finkel, the anger in his eyes almost overflowing.

"Please give me a reasonable explanation."

The night watchman quickly gave Finkel a look that said, "Make up a lie quickly!" The latter's brain raced, "Hmm... maybe he's recovered from the illness. You know, half-bloods don't get sick easily. Besides, the principal is S-level, so the disease will go away quickly... Maybe while we were going to pick you up, the principal got rid of the disease, pulled out the catheter, jumped out of the bed, and was full of energy again... Hey, isn't this something worth celebrating! How about the banquet tonight? We have authentic noodles and Erguotou imported from China..."

"Night Watchman, Finkel! You're playing tricks on the school board representatives. Very good!" Andrew suppressed the urge to slap the Abraham Bloodline Deed in the faces of these two bastards. He opened the car door and said coldly, "You two will also be included in the list of people to be thoroughly investigated. See you at the hearing!"

Percy hesitated, bowed slightly to the two of them, and then followed Ender away.

Finkel sighed, then looked at the night watchman bitterly, "Does this count as losing both the wife and the army?"

"It's all your fault. What kind of lame excuse did you come up with? You said the principal drove away the disease? Why didn't you say that the principal turned into Ultraman?" The night watchman cursed.

"Damn it, I can say it, but people have to believe it!" Finger was not to be outdone and pointed at Ange in the distance, "That stupid old man is standing there, ice cream in his left hand and holding a girl in his right hand. Does he look like he's just recovered from a serious illness? I hope the disease has defeated him!"

"That makes sense!" The night watchman kicked open the car door, pushed through the crowded students, like pushing away a black tide, and came straight to Ange.

"Hey, old friend, let me introduce you to the new student Xia Mi. By the way, the mint ice cream is delicious, would you like to try it..." Angé's words were not finished.

"I'm going to taste your grandma's legs, stupid old man!" The night watchman jumped high and slapped Ange on the back of the head, and the yellow ice cream was all over the old man's face.

Chapter 137 Chu Zihang's Elimination Plan

Late at night, in the principal's office.

The man sitting in the principal's chair wasn't Ange, but a slovenly, fat old man. The night watchman was opening bottle after bottle of Ange's long-hidden fine wine, guzzling it like it was free. Ange could only sigh in pain.

"We're almost there, we're almost there!" After the night watchman drank a bottle of Macallan 1946 in one gulp, he slammed the empty bottle heavily on the table, which made Ange's eyelids twitch.

After his last beloved Huanghuali tea table was scratched by Lu Mingfei, he spared no expense to buy this antique ebony table and took great care of it. Now, his beloved desk was hit hard by his treasured wine, and he didn't know which one to feel more distressed about.

"Okay, okay, stop smashing it. You don't really think your stupid tricks will work, do you?" Ange snatched the unopened bottle of whiskey from the night watchman and stopped the drunkard from damaging his few remaining possessions.

"Although Andrew is a loser, Frost must be controlling him from behind. The bald old guy is more cunning than an idiot like Andrew." Angé said in a deep voice.

"Ange, don't treat us like idiots." The Night Watchman rolled his eyes. "Everyone knows Andrew is just an idiot. He's a puppet cast by that old man Frost. Behind him, there are several pairs of powerful hands hiding in the darkness, manipulating the dense threads of his actions. But you have to understand that it's Andrew we're in direct contact with right now. We're going to take advantage of his tactics and use this piece of crap to create a time difference."

"Time difference?"

"That's right." The night watchman nodded. "Andrew wouldn't report the situation to the people behind him in front of us. We just want to create chaos and confuse everyone. The day this idiot can't figure out the current situation is the day we have to prepare."

"What are you preparing for? My resignation ceremony?" Ange put bottle after bottle of fine wine back into his antique wine cabinet.

"It's 'erasing old evidence and creating new evidence,'" the night watchman said. "Time is on our side now. The longer we delay, the more time we have to establish you as a virtuous principal."

"Hey, hey, hey! 'Virtuous and kind' is used to describe women, right?" Ange complained.

"It's all the same." The night watchman waved his hand indifferently. "Of course, it's not just that. Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang are also your two weak links. As for Lu Mingfei, we need to build momentum for him. This kid doesn't have any black spots himself, so the school board has no entry point to attack Lu Mingfei himself. What we need to do is to promote him. The more exaggerated, the better. The more outrageous, the better. The students must believe from the bottom of their hearts that Lu Mingfei is the next leader of the secret party and the savior of this world!"

"This method is equivalent to coating him with a thick layer of film. The school board can't discredit a perfect civilian hero, otherwise they will stand on the opposite side of morality." He nodded, "What about Chu Zihang?"

"This is the most troublesome thing." The night watchman sighed heavily. He glanced at Finkel at the table across from him. The latter opened a thick folder and spoke in a low and serious voice.

"Chu Zihang, a third-year student, an 'A' grade student, the leader of the Lionheart Club, the largest student club in the academy, and a key training target for the academy."

"According to the Enforcement Department's records, he has twelve missions under his belt. Contrary to his gentle image, he is known for his ruthless and reckless approach. Take the last mission involving a pregnant woman in the United States, for example. His near-uncontrolled outburst sent over forty people to the hospital. The fact that no one died was simply due to his good fortune."

"Records show that he carried out twelve missions and received twelve demerits. If it weren't for Professor Schneider, the head of the Executive Department, being his mentor, he would have been expelled long ago. Coupled with his unquenchable golden eyes and dangerous spiritual power, the fact that he's still able to attend the academy is truly a management flaw on the part of the principal."

"Is it so serious?" Ange held his forehead and sighed heavily.

"It can be said that he has a long history of bad deeds. It is simply outrageous that such a student can study in the college peacefully and even become a student leader!" Finkel said righteously.

"What's the solution?" Ange asked bluntly.

If Chu Zihang was pushed out and handed over to the Gattuso family, everything else would be nothing. Angers could just protect himself, like a hero cutting off his own arm... But he had no intention of giving up Chu Zihang at all.

"Yes, there is only one way." Finkel nodded.

"Don't keep us in suspense at this point," urged the night watchman.