Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei Returns from Warhammer Retirement

Chapter 203 How dare they (3k)

"Your art of speaking is still so annoying."

Henkel glanced at him.

"Go inside and talk about it. I don't want to turn the entrance of the opera house into a slaughterhouse."

Lu Mingfei ignored his words, but looked at Angers.

"Give this old guy some face, he's also a local snake in New York after all. Shame on him and we'll kill him again."

Ange said with a smile.

"Row."

He approved Angers' proposal.

Lu Mingfei dragged Freddy, who had already had a nervous breakdown, and followed the two into the secret door on the side of the opera house.

There were thirteen high-backed cowhide chairs in the room, and a handsome young man sat on each chair.

They all wore a thick and simple silver ring on their index fingers, and on the huge rings were different totems, which were their respective family crests.

When the young people saw Henkel and the others walk in, they wanted to raise their fists to say hello, but when they saw the bloody Freddy, they were all shocked and unable to make a sound.

"Put this poor young man down. He's just not very smart, and he hasn't done anything evil."

Henkel said helplessly.

"Hand over the information of the seller of 'Divine Blood', and I can spare his life."

Lu Mingfei said.

"We just took some protection money, we didn't participate in the middle process. The real behind-the-scenes people need this deal to provide him with campaign funds. If you touch his cheese. When he is in the White House, you will become the enemy of the whole of America."

Henkel said seriously.

"It doesn't matter."

He paid no heed to Henkel's warning.

"But we have something to say. The secret party's foundation is in Europe, but ours is in the United States. Even the North American Mixed Race Alliance will suffer for a while if they offend the future president."

Henkel said.

"Don't play these political games with me. If they were as important as you say, I wouldn't have been fighting gangsters last time in Juarez."

Lu Mingfei exposed Henkel's exaggeration.

Just because he's retired now and doesn't want to think so much, it doesn't mean he doesn't understand political routines.

"Well, even if that's the case, what do you use in exchange? After all, they have paid protection fees."

Han Gao shrugged.

"how much is it?"

"I don't need money. Money means nothing to me. Sit down and talk, young man."

Henkel patted the empty chair.

"Sit down and listen to what he has to say. After all, he doesn't have many years to live."

Anger embraced Lu Mingfei, walked to the empty seat by the table and sat down.

Freddy, on the other hand, is thrown at the table like a real-life object from a horror movie.

Henkel frowned slightly when he saw this, but he didn't say that he would take Freddy down for treatment.

Because he knows that once he speaks out, conflicts will erupt immediately.

After finally getting the opportunity to communicate with Ange in private, let the young people below suffer, and he will bear the responsibility.

"How many years have we not spoken, Angers?"

Henkel said.

"On December 1941, 12, at Pearl Harbor, our negotiations were interrupted midway through the bombing by the Japanese."

Angers lit a cigar.

"Yeah, this break lasted for more than half a century."

Henkel sighed.

"I regret to see you again after more than half a century."

Ange said with a smile.

"Why be so mean, Angers, we just have our own positions."

Henkel said helplessly.

"Is this the family representative of your generation?"

Angers pursed his lips, scanning the dog-like young men around him.

"They are all excellent young people from various families. Some of the old guys of our time are dead, and some are dying. The half-dragon bloodline is really sad. There is no chance of sudden death. Either commit suicide or look at their own organs Slowly wear down."

Henkel sighed.

"You should tell the ordinary people who are rescued in the ICU and see if they will spit in your face."

Ange took a puff of smoke and said disdainfully.

"It's meaningless for you to say that."

Henkel waved his hand to disperse the oncoming second-hand smoke.

"Stop talking around the bush, talk about it quickly. My time is worthless, but Mingfei's is precious."

Angers knocked on the table with his knuckles, knocking the ash on the precious golden sandalwood tabletop by the way.

"A month ago, you sent him to Japan."

Henkel finally got to the point.

"Yes."

Ang Hot nodded.

There's nothing to hide about this, as the Japanese branch's farewell photos are spread everywhere, and Finger's unboxing live broadcast is still a hot topic.

"We're curious, what did you send him to do?"

Henkel asked.

"Go and check the accounts of the Japanese branch to see if they have underpaid protection fees."

Anger said solemnly.

"Is it necessary to use armed helicopters to check the accounts?"

Henkel took out a photo from his arms, and the Thunderhawk gunboat on it was firing fiercely at the Genji Heavy Industries Building.

"Is this the case? Mingfei, what's going on?"

Anger turned to ask Lu Mingfei.

"They resisted the investigation violently."

He replied calmly.

"That's right, well done. That's right, I approved it."

Angers praised.

"Don't show off your sense of humor, Angers. I have received reliable information that you have obtained a dragon bone cross from the first generation."

Henkel gradually lost patience and directly broke the heavy news.

"I am not, I am not, don't talk nonsense."

Angers shook the cigarette butt, and the ash fell everywhere.

"Why deny it? Angers. You killed a first-generation species. This is a historic moment. This is a big step for the hybrid species and a milestone in human history. You should be proud of this, and we should cheer for you."

Henkel said in an inflammatory tone.

"Cheers to the death of kings!"

A family representative took the lead, and other young people also raised champagne.

"That's right, so what?"

Angers raised his glass, took a sip perfunctorily, and asked.

"First we want to know, whose keel cross is it?"

There was joy in Henkel's eyes, and he asked gently.

"Your information is so accurate, shouldn't you have an answer?"

Angers asked back.

"We do have the answer, but we still want to ask Principal Angers to share the joy with us."

A young man with a mustache rose to his feet, smiling as kindly as a beer-loving artist.

"Of course it's King Bai. Could it be those ordinary four monarchs?"

Ange said proudly.

"Uh, hahaha, Principal Ange's frankness is really frustrating. Frankly speaking, it's a good thing that you are here today, not that Frost Gattuso, otherwise there wouldn't be such a pleasant conversation."

The young man smiled awkwardly for a while, and then said meaningfully.

"That's true. The Gattuso family has always been strong, and Frost is a typical example. I am different. I am a moderate."

Angle nodded in agreement with his words.

"The Secret Party is the most radical group of mixed races. Of course, it's okay. Radicals often lead to progress. But Frost is too radical, like a never-ending fighting sheep, it is unwise to talk to him, But the communication with you, the principal, is like a spring breeze."

The young man's posture is very good, neither high nor low, and he used an idiom to pat the horse. He is indeed a master negotiator who graduated from Harvard Business School.

"He can't talk to you anymore. The horns and hooves of this fighting sheep have been broken, and it's lying down in the pet hospital at home. By the way, it's the guy next to me who did it."

Anger patted the back of Lu Mingfei's chair with a very proud tone.

"Mr. Lu beat Frost Gattuso?"

The young man had an expression of disbelief.

Although he belittled Frost in various ways, the other party was the spokesperson of the serious Gattuso family, and the latter was one of the most powerful families in the world and the largest contributor to the Secret Party.

If he met face to face, he would have to call him Lord Frost.

But this poor boy from China dared to put Frost Gattuso in the hospital?
How dare he? !
"Pay attention to your words, young man. Ming Fei is not the kind of bad boy who beats up the old man. Frost was injured voluntarily during the sparring with Ming Fei. You know, our secret party likes to have some duels .”

Angers corrected.

"Uh, okay. In short, a new history has begun. We sincerely invite you two to be the co-creators of the new history."

The young man said enthusiastically.

"What kind of new history?"

Ange asked with interest.

There is a play!

The young man forcibly suppressed the excitement in his heart, carefully organized his words and said.

"In the past tens of thousands of years, the dragons ruled the world with the authority of the elements. And now, for thousands of years, human beings have become the masters of the earth relying on the power of technology."

"Now the heavy shadow of the Dragon King has been illuminated. The hybrids have both the authority of the elements and the power of technology. They should unite to completely illuminate the hazy sky and become the new masters of this land."

The young man opened his arms and bent slightly inward, as if embracing the whole earth.

It has to be said that his tone and content are very provocative, just like one of his colleagues.

"Good idea, so here comes the question. Is the new owner us or you?"

Angers applauded him, then asked.

"This is not a matter of contradiction, Principal Angers. The earth is so big that even the dragon tribe needs four monarchs to rule. We have a constitutional monarchy, a senate, and a democratic parliament. We have many political systems to choose from, and there must be a win-win situation." Optimal solution."

The young man said with a smile.

For this question, he has already prepared an answer.

"What about humans?"

Lu Mingfei said suddenly.

He was silent for so long that everyone almost forgot his existence.

"what?"

Some young people didn't hear clearly.

"What role will humanity play in your new world?"

Lu Mingfei asked.

"Stupid ordinary people can only become lambs, and the elite hybrids are their shepherds."

The young man said in a playful tone, as if he was quite proud of his metaphor.

"Do you all agree with him?"

Lu Mingfei nodded and asked the others.

"Of course, we are on the same page."

Representatives of other families also nodded.

How dare they? !

Ange's eyes widened.

"Mingfei, just kill two."

Fearing that it would be too late, he turned on Time Zero and shouted.

(End of this chapter)