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

"Wow, I didn't expect you to have such a hobby!" The vice-president glanced at his old friend and smiled thoughtfully. "No wonder they say that as people get older, their preferences become increasingly eccentric. Especially for a rich and lonely old man like you, you're simply incredibly sultry!"

"Didn't I tell you? We were good friends when we were young, and I even took photos of her on the beach in San Francisco." Ange rolled his eyes.

The elevator carried them into a long, dark tunnel. They were passing through the Well of Oblivion, heading for a world without light. Ange's palm rested on the Night Watchman's shoulder, his hand clenched into a claw, squeezing painfully. Their primary target was the two Dragon King-level alchemical weapons stored there. He couldn't imagine the dire state it was in.

"Hey, hey, hey, did you practice Eagle Claw Attack when you were young? You have practiced this claw for at least ten years! Do you think my shoulders are made of iron?" The night watchman complained in pain.

The elevator door opened, and a dead silence greeted me.

Black waters silently engulfed the world, like a still, calm well. Huge bronze fragments littered the ground, bearing charred marks and the scarlet claw marks of wild beasts. It was a horrific sight. It was as if an earthquake, followed by a tsunami and a fire, had just struck this place, transforming it into a utterly devastated ruin.

"My altar... well... there should have been an altar here... very tall... very big..." Ange murmured, and began to talk nonsense incoherently, almost moaning.

The center of the world, where the grand altar should have been, was flattened, even sunken slightly, flooding the area with black water. Only a few fragments of the once massive and imposing stone remained, while the vast majority were crushed to dust. Underfoot, the solid bronze ground cracked completely, and the once smooth road surface seemed to have become a rugged mountain path... Had someone cracked the ground?

This altar was moved intact from a Mayan secret land, halfway across the globe, and has a history of thousands of years. Every stone was engraved with ancient algorithms, solar calendars, and fables, and it was priceless. Now it's gone... all gone...

"You have felt the misfortune and injustice of fate, right? You should have been desperate, right? It's like your house was robbed, and the thief smashed all your valuables and set fire to your house. At this time, you thought you had lost everything and cried bitterly... But you didn't expect that he left behind your most precious thing! Your passbook! Will this ups and downs make your mood better again?" The vice-principal patted Ange's shoulder.

"Are you starting to talk nonsense too?"

"Hey, my old friend, look here!" The night watchman puffed out his exaggerated belly, stepped on the black water to the original location of the altar, rubbed his body in the black water, and lifted something like an ancient Roman strongman.

"Hey, are you surprised? Are you surprised? Although all your pets are dead, your collections are destroyed, and the altar has been demolished...but the most valuable things are still intact!" The vice-president was beaming with joy.

Ange looked closely, and then he was stunned. What the vice-principal was holding up was a thick bronze pillar with exquisite royal blue armor hanging on it. Black water was dripping from it, like a sacred treasure that had been bathed in evil water... The whisper of the earth?

Then he watched as the Vice Principal walked to another spot, still rubbing something in the dark water. He had unexpectedly pulled out another object? It was a dark, heavy sealed box… the sword case of the Seven Deadly Sins?

What the hell? Is this old guy Doraemon? He looks like he's hunched over in dark water, trying to catch fish, but is he actually pulling out precious lost treasures from his four-dimensional pocket? One by one?

"Hey, why does it seem like there's one sword missing from the sword box of the Seven Deadly Sins?" the sharp-eyed Ange suddenly said.

"Someone carved something here for us." The vice principal turned the bronze pillar over to the back, where there was a scribbled inscription.

[Let me be clear, I'm not a thief. I've saved all your important stuff for safekeeping. Is it okay to borrow some "Rage" for a bit? I'll return it.]

There is no signature, and the handwriting is so ugly that it is hard to read it a second time.

"It seems someone helped us drive away the thief. They're called thieves, but they easily destroyed our most sophisticated alchemical matrix. Without a doubt, the enemy is a Dragon King!" The Night Watcher pondered. "They were able to drive away a First Generation and destroy the 'Lightless World' to this extent. Does this mean that the person who helped us is also a First Generation? Is this a feud between the two Dragon Kings?"

"Why are the two Dragon Kings fighting each other in Kassel Academy?" Ange asked. "Although they are highly destructive, they haven't yet reached the full strength of the First Generation. Otherwise, it wouldn't have been the 'World Without Light' that collapsed yesterday, but the entire Kassel Academy!"

"There are many suspicious points." The vice-principal rubbed his chin. "The man who helped us showed no interest in the Dragon King-level alchemical armor, yet took only one item, 'Rage'? This is puzzling. It's hard to tell whether he is an enemy or a friend."

"All dragons are our enemies!" Ange said coldly, with a hint of cruelty in his eyes.

"Don't think too far ahead. I will move these two Dragon King-level alchemical weapons to another safe place for safekeeping. Our top priority now is Andrew and the school board behind him. A notice was issued this morning and the hearing will be held as scheduled. It seems that they are determined to bring you down. Moreover, based on what we have seen, this battle took place last night, during your tenure, with heavy losses. There will be one more charge against you." The vice-principal sighed.

“The road ahead is difficult and difficult!”

Chapter 143 Is he crazy? Is he not crazy?

Kassel Academy, Valhalla.

In the Odin Square at the entrance, the head of the Odin statue fell on the ground and made a deep hole, as if it was chopped off by a knife; the rooster sculpture fell into the "Foundation Well", with its buttocks pressed against the edge of the well, as if it was laying eggs... The broken walls had not been cleaned up in time, but the hearing was held as scheduled.

Because today, Kassel College is about to witness an unprecedented event in its history: the impeachment of its president. This is the first time in a hundred years, and Kassel College has only had one president in that century: Hilbert Jean Angers, a lonely old man over a hundred years old.

The one who impeached was Ange, but the one who was put on trial was Lu Mingfei. He was the principal's best spokesperson in the college. Convicting him was equivalent to cutting off the principal's hands and feet. An old man who had lost his hands and feet could only wait to die!

Lu Mingfei stood in the square wooden fence in the middle of the conference hall. The already small area was divided into two parts, making it seem even more cramped. The other part was empty, and he didn't know who it was reserved for. He looked at the jury members and nodded. He had met most of these people before, at a secret combat meeting in the principal's office.

The jury consisted of department heads and tenured professors, all dressed in black suits. They looked as old as if they had just been dug out of their graves, yet they gave Lu Mingfei a "skeletal" smile, seemingly still impressed by this young man. You have to remember that the brains of these top scientists and alchemists are filled with complex formulas and equations, and it's a pitiful number of people who can occupy their precious brain space with just one encounter.

"They look so stupid. These old guys never seem to watch YouTube or Twitter. They look like a bunch of bored old otakus!" Finkel stood behind the vice-president, bent over and whispered, his words full of the Minister of Information's contempt for the old otakus who didn't care about the news.

"More than that? They don't even read newspapers. Occasionally, they'll have their assistants bring a few of the latest scientific journals to the lab... But every time they read the latest scientific research results, they'll curse and say, 'What kind of bullshit is this? Don't try to fool people with science from thirty years ago!'" The vice president shook his head slightly. "But we really have to support them. The development of every department in the academy depends on the research results of these old geeks. If any of them accidentally burped, it would be a loss comparable to the loss of Bach in music or Michelangelo in sculpture!"

"So important!" Finkel exclaimed, "But these old guys have only dealt with mechanical equipment and alchemical potions their entire lives. Judging school affairs shouldn't be their forte, right?"

"This is the most shameless thing about the board of directors. They dug out a bunch of old researchers to serve as judges. Fooling them is no different from coaxing a child!" sighed the vice-president.

"If they can fool us, so can we. If they use lollipops to coax children, we will use...chocolate!" Finkel whispered.

"You're quite talented!" the Vice Principal smiled with satisfaction. "I told you I'd be very confident leaving the Night Watch Forum in your care. You're truly worthy of my teaching. You're almost mastering the art of lowbrow scholarship!"

Finkel looked across from them. There sat the investigation team. Andrew was leading the team and sitting at the front. Percy sat below him. His blond hair covered his eyes like a waterfall, making it difficult to see his expression.

Finger grinned at Percy, smiling silently. Percy hesitated for a moment, then nodded subtly. Finger lowered his head and spoke to the vice-principal, making the old man laugh.

Andrew looked up and saw the two guys laughing and joking happily. They looked like idiots, and he...had actually been teased by such idiots! This time, he was determined to avenge his previous shame! He was so engrossed in his thoughts that his eyes couldn't help but lose focus as he stared at the two people.

"Teacher Andrew, Teacher Andrew, are you okay? You're cross-eyed." Finkel straightened up. The burly fellow waved his hand high, his voice as loud as a bell, very eye-catching. "This is a disease, it needs treatment!"

Andrew was fooled by this bastard again. A ferocious look of anger flashed across his face. He turned his head away forcefully and snorted. He thought that there was no need to argue with the young people for a temporary verbal advantage. You will be finished soon anyway!

"A very beautiful attack," the vice-principal praised Finkel. "The words were sharp, too. Just like my old style!"

"Vice Principal, how old are you this year?" Finkel asked suddenly.

"Twenty-five."

Finkel was stunned. He vaguely knew that the Night Watchman and Ange were of the same generation, and that the old principal had just celebrated his 135th birthday this year.

"Those were my golden years that will never fade away. I'll always be 25!" The vice-president's face was filled with nostalgia, and he waved to Manstein in the audience. "Hey! Son! How are you doing?"

Like Andrew, Manstein turned his head away, not wanting to bother with this stupid father in public.

The selected student representatives were taking their seats, with the Lionheart Club taking half of the seats. They all wore crimson school uniforms, with serious and uniform expressions, as neatly organized as an army.

The other half of the seats were taken by the Student Union, which never agrees with the Lionheart Society and chose black school uniforms. Caesar's most proud lace and white dress girl group appeared in black lace long skirts, like proud and elegant black swans, with an attitude of overwhelming the audience with their beauty.

The two sides occupied the left and right sides of the venue respectively. The scene was tense like a confrontation between two debate teams. However, the protagonist today was not them, but the "S"-level heavyweight, Lu Mingfei, who was surrounded by the two debate teams.

It was common knowledge that Lu Mingfei hadn't joined any student organizations. Aside from a close personal relationship with the presidents of the two major clubs, his relationships with the Lionheart Club and the Student Union weren't exactly bad, but they weren't much better either. It all stemmed from his first year's free day, when he practically single-handedly dominated both clubs. This resulted in the leaders of both clubs having to come up with a whole set of countermeasures just for Lu Mingfei when discussing their strategies for this year's free day, causing them considerable headaches.

However, there is still a club that is very close to Lu Mingfei. No, it’s not very close to him, but they simply worship Lu Mingfei as a god. They just don’t have a statue of Lu Mingfei and pray to the god every day to burn incense and kowtow three times and nine times... The freshman social gathering appeared, all wearing dark green school uniforms.

Of course, the freshman fraternity now welcomes their second "god", Xia Mi, the strongest school beauty candidate among the freshmen, walks in front of them, replacing the position of president Qi Lan.

Xia Mi led the freshman fraternity. As she took her first steps, the gazes of the group of adoring men behind her couldn't help but gravitate towards her beautiful long legs wrapped in black stockings. They sat to one side of the Lionheart Club. Xia Mi held a bouquet of pure white tulips, the buds about to bloom, and she wasn't sure who she was giving it to. She cast aside the crowd and looked straight towards the center of the conference hall.

Lu Mingfei also turned his head, and their eyes met in mid-air. Neither of them gave in, almost sparking flames and lightning... Suddenly, Lu Mingfei blinked and smiled kindly. Xia Mi snorted coldly and turned her head away, looking like she didn't appreciate it at all.

"There's another girl with a strong personality in the college. I'm looking forward to seeing her wonderful curves in tight pants in the equestrian class!" The vice-principal looked at the playful and cute Xia Mi and nodded with satisfaction.

"When the time comes, I will arrange for the paparazzi from the news department to take secret photos... Oh no, they'll be candid photos. The photos of Nono and Susie's swimming test sold quite well on the Night Watchman Forum!" Finkel also nodded.

King Solomon knocked the gavel and the whole audience fell silent. He was the judge today and he wore a serious gray curly hairpin. He looked very professional and intimidating without even getting angry.

"Everyone is here. I declare the hearing officially open..." King Solomon said solemnly.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute!" Andrew suddenly raised his hand to interrupt, like a primary school student eager to speak in class. "Everyone hasn't arrived yet. Where's Chu Zihang?"

As soon as these words were spoken, an inexplicable commotion swept through the room, and countless questioning glances were cast at him, making Andrew feel uneasy. What was wrong with these people? The court couldn't proceed without the defendant in attendance. Isn't that common sense?

"Who is Chu Zihang?" King Solomon's question left Andrew stunned.

"What...what?" Andrew was stunned. He even suspected that there was something wrong with his ears.

Or maybe there’s something wrong with the other person’s brain!

There must be something wrong with one of them!

"Chu Zihang? Who knows Chu Zihang? Is there anyone among us named Chu Zihang?" Finkel asked with a frown, and everyone shook their heads.

"Could Chu Zihang be the person who delivered your dinner yesterday, Mr. Andrew? Did you have a stomachache and come here looking for someone?"

"What do you mean?" Andrew felt his worldview was being severely impacted. "Chu Zihang, an 'A'-level student, a notorious violent maniac at Kassel Academy. He should be well-known to everyone..."

"You must be mistaken. There has never been a violent person in Kassel College. Our school spirit has always been known for its friendship and harmony. Besides, no one knows a guy named Chu Zihang!" The vice principal echoed.

"How is it possible... I understand!" Andrew remembered the teasing he received from Finkel and the night watchman on his first day, and he got it!

"Poor acting!" Andrew stood up, slammed the table and sneered, "Do you think you can get away with it by pretending not to know Chu Zihang? Wishful thinking!" He slammed a stack of information about Chu Zihang on the table and looked at King Solomon in the center.

"Silence!" King Solomon struck the gavel again. He looked at Andrew and pulled out the information provided by the school board. "The information provided by the school board does show a student named 'Chu Zihang,' but we've specifically checked the school registers and the Norma system archives and haven't found anyone named Chu Zihang. This is what we've always been suspicious of."

The tenured professors behind him also shook their heads, their expressions as serious as if they were attending a funeral, and they didn't seem to be faking it.

Andrew's smile froze on his face and he took a step back. He felt like he was trapped in "The Truman Show"... Either he was crazy... or these people were ganging up on him!

While it's understandable that students are colluding, tenured professors should be impartial... Could it be that these old guys, who have been immersed in their research labs day in and day out for ten years, have completely ignored the college's affairs, and have never heard of someone like Chu Zihang? Or have they been brainwashed?

But humans can be brainwashed, so what about Norma? That supercomputer should have kept records of Chu Zihang. Only the holder of the highest-level white card could delete or modify the data, but he had the white card the whole time...

"Percy!" Andrew suddenly looked at Percy behind him. "You should remember, Chu Zihang, you and I sorted out his relevant information together!"

"I'm sorry, sir." Percy hesitated and whispered, "I really want to stand on the same side as you, but I really can't remember... about who 'Chu Zihang' is..."

Andrew was stunned. He slumped weakly into his chair, his vision filled with white snowflakes, like a frozen old TV. Two questions kept swirling in his mind... Was he crazy? Was he not crazy? Was he crazy? Was he not crazy...

"Hey, what's going on with the school board? They sent a psychopath to investigate us? Are they treating Kassel College like a mental hospital?" Finkel complained loudly and dissatisfiedly, "Let's go home early. I didn't sleep well last night. I can still catch up on some sleep now!"

"Observe the rules of the meeting!" King Solomon glared at Finger, who shrank back. "This is an open discussion. You may speak freely, but please stay on topic. The key issue remains 'whether the school has failed in its duties.' Both sides, please present evidence. The final judgment rests with us, the professors."

"I've got tons of evidence here!" Andrew frantically flipped through the documents in front of him, reading aloud. "In August 2009, he blew up a commercial building in Los Angeles, causing a major traffic accident... In December of the same year, he bombed the Cape Town Baseball Center, with tens of thousands of witnesses... And Lu Mingfei, in February 2010, he kidnapped the head of government of a small Latin American country, tampering with the course of a country's history! He's a heinous criminal!"

"Oh, these things are true, but not as exaggerated as you say. You are exaggerating." The vice principal snapped his fingers.

"The incident at the Los Angeles commercial building was my fault. Several windows shattered, causing a rear-end collision between two cars. Five people were slightly injured." A dark-skinned male from the Lionheart Club stood up. "I received a reprimand and my parents were even summoned by the academy. They flew in from Africa... I've reformed."

"That incident at the Cape Town Baseball Center was my mission. It was to track down a Class B half-blood wanted criminal." Lancelot raised his hand, serious. "There were only a few onlookers, and the small fire was put out by the Cape Town Fire Department... These things are inevitable. After all, no one can guarantee a perfect mission, right?"

Chapter 144 Lu Mingfei's Counterattack

"Really? Just a few broken windows? Just a small fire? That's all bullshit!" Andrew demanded. "That building in Los Angeles is still sealed off! The baseball stadium in Cape Town is a shambles and hasn't been rebuilt yet! The evidence is right there, and you're still making excuses?"

"Hey, conviction requires evidence, and defamation carries a prison sentence!" The Vice Principal slammed the table, looking like he was righteously saying, "You shouldn't slander my students." "What evidence do you have that my students did all that? They probably just happened to be there. Just like you just arrived at the academy, and we had an earthquake yesterday, destroying the Well of Oblivion and the Lightless World. According to your logic, you did all that, right?"

"That's nonsense!" Andrew was furious. "The incident at the Cape Town baseball stadium caused a huge uproar, and was broadcast repeatedly by local television stations to millions of viewers. We have the video evidence on file. Who else could it be but Chu Zihang? How else can you argue?"

"Oh? Videos from the TV station? Yes, yes, we also have their follow-up reporting videos here!" The vice-president tapped the desktop, and a large central screen was lowered from the dome, and the picture flashed out.

A TV program was playing, with the Los Angeles TV station logo in the upper right corner. A reporter was holding a microphone and interviewing a bald black man who was missing an eye. The black man was very strong, wearing a pure black leather jacket, and had a serious face.

"Do you still remember the collapse of a commercial building in Los Angeles a year ago? I heard that you were one of the witnesses." The reporter asked seriously.

"Well, I saw the culprit. Although I only have one eye, I have never made a mistake!" The one-eyed black man nodded and said sincerely.

"Could you please describe his appearance?" The reporter moved the microphone closer.

"He was very tall, very strong, with green skin, and he was wearing nothing but a pair of brown shorts. He was running naked and yelling, like a pervert!" The one-eyed black man described it in detail. "By the way, my name is Nick Fury."

The scene switched, and the microphone was given to a man in a stars and stripes suit, holding a shield in his hand, and looking very decent. "That guy looks like an alien, and he looks angry all the time. He picked up the police car and threw it, causing a series of serious traffic accidents!"

A hot woman wearing a black leather bodysuit said coquettishly, "It's a big, sexy guy. Very powerful! He can jump ten stories in one breath!"

The scene finally cuts back to the reporter's face, as she holds the microphone and reports the news with a serious expression: "A year has passed, and the witnesses are still impressed by the strange-looking perpetrator. Based on their descriptions, the suspect is locked on that mysterious guy..."

A poster filled the entire screen, a picture of a man with bulging muscles, a massive body three people tall. He bared his teeth like a raging beast, his entire body glowing green...

Andrew leaned forward, his eyes wide open, and murmured, "Hulk? Are you saying the Hulk was responsible for the Los Angeles commercial building incident?"

"It's obvious. Who else besides the Hulk could collapse a twelve-story building with an earthquake resistance of magnitude 8? The witnesses described it very clearly, and everyone believes it. There is no reason for you to doubt it." The vice-principal shrugged.

"The witnesses you're talking about are the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., Captain America, and Black Widow?" Andrew slammed his hands on the table. "Do you think I haven't read Marvel? Why didn't you say it was Thor? Last time you lied to me that Ange was in imminent danger, and this time you brought in a bunch of Marvel fans to deceive me? Do you take me for a fool?"

"No one thinks you're stupid!" The vice-principal spread his hands helplessly, looking innocent. "You were the one who first mentioned that the TV video could serve as evidence. We're just presenting evidence like you do!"

"What about the Cape Town baseball stadium incident? Seventy acres of buildings were blown up. Was that also done by the Hulk?" Andrew's eyes were bloodshot.

"Oh, that's not him." The vice principal clicked the switch button on the remote control.

The camera panned across the big screen, revealing a muscular man with three steel claws in each hand. "It's him, Magneto! His power is controlling magnetic fields. He brought down the entire metal structure of the Cape Town baseball stadium. Hey, do you know how outrageous this guy is? He even threw an entire truck at me!"

"I accidentally started a fire while trying to stop him. Sorry." The guy with flames all over his body apologized to the camera.

Andrew opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a word... After The Avengers, is it the X-Men? What's next? Guardians of the Galaxy? Or the Fantastic Four?

"As for the incident in that small Latin American country." The vice principal pressed the remote control again.

"It was Iron Man, hands down! The arms dealers there kidnapped him and nearly killed him. Luckily, he built a suit of iron armor in the cave called the Mark I. It's pretty cool!" a chatty man said excitedly, his shoulders covered in ants. "He went home and rushed out the Mark II, the red and yellow one. It's a classic! A laser shot from his palm and blew the leader's head off!"

"Hey, don't listen to what Ant-Man says. Mr. Stark went there with the Hulkbuster armor because he was furious!" said a young man hanging upside down in a spider suit. "He also gave me a combat suit with spider claws extending from my back. It's so cool!"

"Ladies and gentlemen, you've all seen these ridiculous interviews. The Hulk, Magneto, and Iron Man are the instigators. If I were still a twelve-year-old, I would gladly believe this and jump up and applaud!" The vice-principal stood up and spoke passionately. "But most of us are already old men with one foot in the grave. Our heroic dreams are long gone. Our old eyes can clearly see the reality! The public media are all a bunch of paparazzi. There is nothing paparazzi can't do or say to attract attention. If foolish Mr. Andrew insists on using TV videos as evidence... then we have ample evidence as well, and Kassel Academy's strategic approach must also be changed. We are no longer slaying dragons. Our enemies are the entire Avengers!"

The sneers came one after another, even the Lionheart Society's group of cold-faced killers laughed out loud. Among the professors who were listening, Guderian laughed the most exaggeratedly. The old guy pointed at Andrew, calling him an idiot, and laughed so hard that he fell backwards and almost couldn't breathe.

The tenured professors looked at Andrew, shaking their heads and sighing, seemingly disappointed that the board had sent such a useless person. These veteran scientists and theologians hadn't left campus in countless years, but that didn't stop some of them from being die-hard superhero fans, even friends with Marvel creator Stan Lee. They knew full well that these comic book heroes couldn't possibly exist in the real world, and yet the investigation team was actually trying to use this kind of gossip as evidence to impeach the president?

Hey, they are just naive, but they are not idiots!