Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei Returns from Warhammer Retirement

Chapter 207 Kill Anger and Show Ming Fei
Portofino, Gulf of Genoa, Italy.

The weather at this time is just right, neither hot nor cold, nor rainy.

The ancient buildings and mottled brick walls reflect the mountains, seas and clouds in the distance, vivid and dreamy.

Cafes and bakeries place tables right by the blue sea, and men and women in swimsuits chatting and laughing at the tables are also the most beautiful scenery.

Tourists from all over the world talked softly, laughed heartily, and enjoyed mellow coffee, wine and Mediterranean food in the bright sunshine.

Everyone's faces were filled with expressions of relaxation, tranquility, satisfaction and happiness, and the air was filled with a sweet and relaxed atmosphere.

Seeing this peaceful and peaceful scene, Lu Mingfei showed a gratified smile.

To allow mortals to enjoy a beautiful and ordinary life is the meaning of the Star Warriors' struggle.

"I thought you only had training and fighting in your mind."

Anger looked at him and joked.

"It is precisely for their peace and happiness that we have to carry forward with heavy burdens."

Lu Mingfei said calmly.

"Well, I'm beginning to regret recruiting you into Kassel in advance. You should have enjoyed three years of high school life, maybe you won't be so puritanical."

Angers sighed.

He appreciates Lu Mingfei's excellence and will, but the more he is like this, the more he feels distressed.

He's still a minor.

"If there is no dragon clan, I will consider slowly integrating into the lives of mortals. But now, killing aliens is the first priority."

Lu Mingfei shook his head.

"What you said is correct. More and more dragons have awakened recently. It seems that this group of old reptiles wants to return to their throne."

Angers agreed with him.

"They will not succeed. The earth can only have one master, and that is human beings."

Lu Mingfei said coldly.

In the chill atmosphere, the silver Rolls-Royce drove into the Splendi Hotel along the winding mountain road, and then stopped at the white building next to the cliff.

It was a single-family building with hard white marble walls and narrow windows, more like a fortress than a residence.

The dedicated parking lot was almost full at this time, a Lamborghini, an old-fashioned Jaguar, and an AMG-modified Mercedes-Benz.

Surprisingly, an orange mountain bike was also placed there majestically, occupying a full parking space like these luxury cars.

The entire mountaintop is extremely quiet today, and the Gattuso family has completely closed the mountain and the nearby roads.

The status of the Gattuso family in Italy is similar to that of the Saki Hachi family in Japan, and it is far beyond.

Because Japan still has the overlord of the United States and various powerful consortia, but Italy only has Gattuso, the uncrowned king.

Therefore, even if the mountain is flattened by missiles today, it will only become anecdotes such as overnight development by real estate developers.

Lu Mingfei and Angers stepped into the fortress, and the gate was slowly closed from the inside out. With the four ancient alchemy heavy locks being buckled at the same time, the building was completely sealed.

Anger pushed open the door of the meditation room, and skillfully found his seat and sat down.

In the dimly lit room, a row of candlesticks were placed on the long table, and the candlelight illuminated the faces of the school managers.

Sitting to the left of Angers was a very old man, too old to tell his age.

He was wearing a crisp black suit, with a dark red handkerchief tucked into his jacket pocket, and his upper body stood upright.

But in his hand, he was twirling a string of red sandalwood beads and muttering something, which didn't fit well no matter how he looked at it.

And the one on his right is a young handsome man, with blond hair combed to his forehead completely blocking one eye, looking a bit unorthodox.

But if you look at other people, you will find that these two painting styles are considered normal.

There were three school managers left, a middle-aged man wearing a yellow tracksuit and a helmet, another woman who looked like a child, with a baby fat face like a porcelain doll, and a housekeeper wearing white gloves stood behind her.

As for Elizabeth, she looks okay, but only a part of the lighting makes her look like the Queen of Black Hearts in fairy tales.

"The number of people attending this year's meeting is not much different from last year's. The one who never attended still did not attend. The original representative of the Gattuso family, Frost, was unable to attend due to personal reasons, so he entrusted Percy Gattuso as a temporary representative. represent."

Angers pointed to the handsome blond-haired non-mainstream man.

"As for me, I am still the host of this meeting."

He pointed to himself again.

No one objected to this. This was a meeting of the school board. As the school board member and principal, Angers was naturally the best candidate for the host.

"That's the old rule, whoever proposes a meeting speaks first."

Angers raised his chin towards Passy.

"Dear fellow trustees, I am honored to represent the family at this meeting. I am deeply horrified by this."

The latter stood up and said a bunch of opening remarks first.

The crisp ringing of the bell interrupted his words. It was a school board meeting tradition to ring the bell before speaking to avoid chaos.

"Let's get straight to the point."

Elizabeth put down the brass bell, frowning slightly.

Everyone is a busy person with a lot of power, so I don't have time to listen to your bureaucratic talk here.

If you want to hear what you are doing in Italy, you can go directly to Huaguo to find a place to invest, and you can listen to it for three days and three nights without any repetition.

"Okay, the first motion proposed by Gattuso is the doubt about whether the principal of Angers still has the ability to manage the Cassel College."

Passy's attitude is very humble, but the content of his speech is very explosive.

The bell rang almost instantly.

"Watch your words, Percy Gattuso. Who do you think you're questioning?"

Elizabeth's piercing eyes pierced his.

"Of course, the dragon slayer, the avenger, the man that even the Dragon King fears, the toughest and sharpest pocket knife of the Secret Party, Hilbert Jean Angers."

Passy said in a calm tone, as if reporting the name of the dish.

The bell rang again.

"Then you still dare to propose such a motion, are you sober?"

Elizabeth asked.

"This is a proposal drafted by the family. I'm just a spokesperson. Dear Elizabeth. Or, does the Gattuso family no longer have the right to speak at the school board?"

Patsy replied calmly, but the content was full of blood.

"Humph."

This time, Elizabeth didn't refute anymore. No matter how annoying the Gattuso family is, they are the biggest investors in Kassel after all.

The old man and the middle-aged man looked at each other. This new representative of Gattuso seemed to be more difficult to deal with than Frost.

A crisp bell rang, and Ange interrupted their quarrel.

"Although I think I'm doing a good job, I don't mind hearing your opinions on me. There is an old saying in Huaguo that a sage is not ashamed to ask."

Angers twisted his body and stuffed his entire back into the curved back of the chair.

"In the past ten years, the college's administrative expenses have been rising steadily, and a lot of money has been wasted in strange places. For example, an event called 'Freedom Day' has now evolved into a real gun duel between the college's major clubs. A lot of alchemy bullets are consumed every year, and there are also high maintenance bills."

Passy took out a report and put it on the table, but the other school managers didn't intend to read it.

There is no need to lie about such a small matter.

"Cassel is a military school after all. Students are not allowed to leave fake blood on the campus. Is it possible to let them go to the battlefield to bleed real blood? Besides, it is more expensive than this to prevent them from venting their adolescent hormones. Much bigger."

Angers scoffed at the charge.

"What about this? The methods of the executive department are becoming more and more unscrupulous. It is not so much bravery as it is to vent violence in the name of dragon slaying. Our young people full of hormones are waving dangerous weapons transformed by the equipment department to travel around the world without hesitation. Start the fight in full view of the city's core area."

"It costs tens of millions of dollars every year to clean up their aftermath, not including the cost of the mission itself."

Patsy produced another document.

"What? Are you going to let the commissioners take flowers and rings and kneel down on one knee to those corrupted half-breeds, begging them to catch them without a fight?"

As Angers spoke, he pulled a Havana No. [-] cigar from a cedar box.

Passy was about to ring the bell when Angers rang it again before him.

"What is dragon slaying? Dragon slaying is not a candlelight dinner, it is not writing sonnets, it is not pruning a flowerbed. It cannot be so graceful, so leisurely. Dragon slaying is explosive, a violent act of one race overthrowing another."

"Will Deadpool settle economic accounts with you? Will Dragons settle economic accounts with you? Can you pile up mountains of dollars, francs, pounds, and euros to crush the four monarchs to death?"

Angers cut open the cigar with scissors, lit it with a slender match, and watched the green smoke curl up.

His tone was not intense, even cold.

But every sentence hit the school directors' hearts like a heavy hammer. They had to admit that even if Ange was trying to defend himself, these words themselves were the truth.

"I agree with Angers. Compared with the great cause of dragon slaying, these are small sections, and there is no need to waste time on small sections. You can imagine that in the era when we were still called the 'Secret Party', the elders wanted more Spend tens of thousands of gold coins to quarrel?"

Elizabeth rang the bell in support.

"I also agree with Principal Angers' opinion. Kassel's expenditures have been calculated by the school board of directors, and they should not be entangled in such matters."

The baby-faced girl manager and the butler exchanged glances, and rang the bell to express their opinions.

"However, if someone seeks personal gain for himself in the name of dragon slaying, can everyone accept this?"

Patsy said calmly.

"As the principal and school manager, it shouldn't be too much for me to reimburse a little luxury consumption and vacation expenses?"

Angers scratched her silvery white hair and said slowly.

The school directors fell silent. Angers' taste is not very high to be honest, but he likes to be arty, and he often uses Kassel's funds to satisfy his consumption habits. Everyone knows this.

Even Elizabeth was not very good at defending him.

"Of course not too much. You are the greatest dragon slayer and deserve the best material treatment."

Percy said respectfully.

"Then skip this accusation?"

Angers raised his eyebrows.

"No, the accusation is not against you. I'm talking about a Cassel student."

"Lu Mingfei."

Percy Gattuso produced a stack of papers on his desk as thick as the annual audit report of some major corporation.

(End of this chapter)