Dragon Clan: Force me to be reborn and slay dragons

Chapter 412 Testing the Truth of Urban Legends

Lu Mingfei's post through Su Enxi's real name was like dropping a bombshell in the Hunter Market and even the entire hybrid world, instantly causing a huge uproar.

Those mixed-race people from Europe and America who were originally eager to go to the East to slay the dragon almost simultaneously stopped their actions and began to carefully consider where Lu Mingfei's strong confidence came from.

Compared to the new generation who have not experienced much hardship and only yearn to amaze the audience on their first stage appearance, their families and organizations are obviously more thoughtful.

They had all heard about the incident at Kassel College in the mountain city, after all, Angers had traveled all the way to China to clean up his subordinate's mess, claiming he was personally recruiting Lu Mingfei.

But now Lu Mingfei seems to be enjoying the attention of Kassel College. The two sides are completely ignoring the previous unpleasantness. In fact, the leaders of the two student clubs at Kassel College are with him all day long. Even if they have formed an alliance to plot the dragon-slaying project, at least their cooperation at this stage is quite pleasant.

Moreover, the intelligence they gathered revealed that the Eastern hybrids also played a significant role in the operation to kill the King of Bronze and Fire in the mountain city. Those battle maniacs, who were either engaged in group fights or on their way to group fights, once again displayed their astonishing combat power and unfathomable strength to the outside world after many years.

It is said that a junior member of the Zhou family almost killed the next generation of dragon servants with the family heirloom sword.

Although it was far less impressive than Lu Mingfei inflicting a fatal wound on Dragon King Norton and then casually crushing the dragon servant who came to his rescue into dust, you can still tell me how awesome it was.

This is just a junior member of the family, whose bloodline isn't particularly outstanding. If someone more powerful were to take that sword, even a first-generation being could probably challenge it.

Knowing how formidable these mixed-race people of Eastern descent are, it was precisely because they were known that in the past, very few mixed-race people of European or American descent dared to easily cross the border.

In other words, the Secret Society suffered heavy losses in aiding the revolution, with the first Lionheart Society and the Senate almost completely wiped out, with only Angers surviving. This is why the mixed-race Eastern family made an exception for him in establishing a branch of the Kassel College.

This was because Angers and his Kassel College were genuinely busy, which to some extent relieved the pressure on the Eastern aristocratic families who desperately needed to recuperate.

The cooperation between the two sides had been quite pleasant so far. Although Lu Mingfei picked the biggest peach in the end, and the remaining fruitful peach tree even started its self-destruction program, leaving the Secret Party and the hybrids with nothing, at least they had a basis for cooperation.

Perhaps this resurgence of the dragon in Beijing is yet another instance of their collaboration.

Whether it's a mixed-race family from the East or Kassel College, due to various interests involved, they wouldn't be so straightforward and domineering as to tell any organizations or forces that want to join in the fun to get lost.

But Lu Mingfei was different. He was young and arrogant, and his combat power was ridiculously strong. The forces behind him were hidden in the dark, so he could not be chosen at all.

The Solomon Temple almost got beaten to death just because they wanted to borrow some of his ancestral DNA.

The Snake-Headed Eight Families in Japan are notoriously difficult to deal with in a mixed-race society, but when they encountered Lu Mingfei, they could only accept their bad luck. In the end, it was only by having the newly appointed patriarch give up his younger sister that his anger was appeased.

Well, as I always say, history may not be true, but unofficial history is definitely unofficial enough.

After careful consideration, they made a similar decision to Han Gao: they would definitely go to China, but they would go slowly and deliberately, and not let Lu Mingfei think that they were sent over by a family/organization with too many members just to help him solve the problem of redundant personnel.

As a result, the mixed-race tour group, which was originally expected to have more than 3,000 people, was reduced to a group of 100 people, and even chartering a United Airlines plane might not be enough to fill it up.

Of course, this is only the reaction in Europe and North America. Mixed-race people in other parts of the world may not have heard of Lu Mingfei's reputation, and even if they have, not everyone will feel awe.

This Dragon King, Lu Mingfei can kill him, but I can't?

My Dragon-Slaying Saber has never been ineffective!
Where there is a great reward, there will always be brave men. As long as that $100 million bounty remains high on the hunter's market, there will always be desperate men rushing to this dragon-slaying feast.

……

In Italy, at the Gattuso family estate, Frost Gattuso listened to his secretary Passy's report, his temples throbbing uncontrollably.

Where did this troublemaker Lu Mingfei come from? He's ruined all of the Gattuso family's secret schemes all by himself.

Friedrich von Long had been hiding for a century, finally about to be put to good use, but this kid dug him up in a single day. By now, he's probably pretty much dead.

Although the $2.5 million deposit was a drop in the ocean for the Gattuso family, Frost felt an indescribable unease at the thought that the money might end up in the pockets of Lu Mingfei and the organization behind him.

This investment was intended to enhance Caesar's reputation and distract him from getting involved in the quagmire of the Chen family and the mixed-race families.

Of course, this little matter is insignificant. What is truly important is whether Friedrich's secret collusion with the Gattuso family will be exposed after his capture.

Although he always made thorough preparations to ensure that he would not be traced when he contacted Friedrich, Friedrich was, after all, Angers, a man whose very name commanded respect.

No one knows exactly how many ways he can get Friedrich to talk. Just the interrogation techniques used by the Executive Department alone could easily find ten ways to get Friedrich to confess everything.

For many years as acting head of the family, Frost had been doing his best to target and exclude Angers, trying to weaken his influence on Kassel College and even the Secret Party. Unfortunately, after years of hard work, he finally achieved some results, but in the end, the Greenland Sea Operation caused everything to be lost, and Angers gained even more power.

After finally waiting for his number one partner, the head of the Laurent family, to die, the new head of the Laurent family was like a goddaughter to him, and he blindly supported Angers.

The other newly appointed school board member was a brainless kid who couldn't see through the undercurrents beneath the conference table at all, like a puppet on a string.

Yesterday, he colluded with other school board members to sabotage Angers and continue their attacks, trying to diminish his power. Today, Angers caught him red-handed. If this exposes his concealment of information, his collusion with secret agents for personal gain, then he…

It doesn't matter.

If he doesn't admit it, so be it. He says that Friedrich is a traitor who tried to sow discord among them and plunge them into endless suspicion and infighting. What can Angers do?

At worst, we'll just have to bleed a little and let Angers gain some advantage; who would turn down a benefit?

Moreover, he also suspected that Angers was preparing to cooperate with the Eastern mixed-race family again in this dragon slaying in the capital. He was just unsure whether the Eastern mixed-race family would once again steal the limelight, leaving the Secret Party with nothing, while Lu Mingfei would become the biggest winner and take all the spoils.

Just as he was pondering whether to call Angers and urge him to get his hands on the Dragon King's blood this time, the phone on the table suddenly rang.

Frost picked up his phone, his pupils suddenly contracting.

This is... Caesar's phone call.

Looking at the familiar number, Frost suddenly realized that he had overlooked something crucial.

Angers can be appeased by paying a price, but there's one person who's very difficult to deal with.

He could deny and distort the truth to outsiders, but when it came to his own nephew, Caesar, who had always treated him like a class enemy, Frost was completely helpless. The boy was incredibly stubborn and rebellious; he'd either be gentle with kindness or prone to biting.

Caesar never listened to his explanations; he only trusted his own judgment.

I don't want you to feel, I want me to feel.

Frost glanced at Percy, who was standing quietly to the side, and the latter immediately bowed and left the study, gently closing the door behind him.

Frost was alone in the study. He took a deep breath and pressed the answer button.

"Caesar? Is there something urgent that you're calling at this hour?" he asked first, trying to take control of the conversation.

Caesar's highly recognizable voice rang out, cutting straight to the heart of the matter without any pleasantries:
“Give me an explanation, Friedrich von Long, why did you buy the clues about the dragons from him?”

Frost's heart sank; his worst premonition had come true.

But he had already prepared his explanation, and his tone immediately carried the displeasure of being questioned and a perfectly timed doubt:

"Friedrich von Long? How do you know him?"

"Stop pretending, Frost. Friedrich has already confessed everything." Caesar's voice was filled with undisguised sarcasm, as if he were mocking his stupid uncle's clumsy performance.

Frost's voice suddenly rose, filled with anger at being falsely accused:
"Caesar! Watch your words! Are you accusing your family, your uncle, of colluding with traitors of the Secret Service?"

His confidence stemmed from absolute caution. All his contacts with Friedrich were transposed and encrypted at multiple levels. The funds were channeled to New York, a city plagued by disasters and chaotic accounts, like a drop of water flowing into the ocean. Call records were also untraceable.

Even though everyone knew he was the mastermind behind providing Friedrich with asylum and maintaining long-term dealings with him, no one could produce even the slightest bit of solid evidence.

There is absolutely no way that the confession of a traitor could shake his position as the acting head of the most powerful family in the secret service.

"You're still the same as before, disgustingly hypocritical." Caesar scoffed, his tone devoid of disappointment but filled with disdain.

Immediately, before Frost could speak again, the call was abruptly ended.

"Beep...beep...beep..."

A busy signal rang out, abruptly ending this brief exchange.

Frost stood frozen in place, phone in hand, his face so dark it seemed to drip water. Caesar didn't even give him a chance to continue his performance.

On the other end of the phone, Caesar tossed his phone aside, his face expressionless.

He never expected Frost to admit that he had only called the unknown number back using Friedrich's phone on a whim, and when it turned out to be a disconnected number, he simply used his own phone to call it.

The result was as expected. Frost was that kind of person; getting him to admit his mistakes was harder than killing him, especially something that could tarnish the Gattuso family's century-old honor.

Once the Gattuso family is branded as having colluded with traitors, it will damage the family's honor, and he would rather die than admit it.

He might even genuinely believe that as long as he firmly denies it, everything can be treated as if it never happened.

"That's quite a grand gesture." Nono, holding the sleeping Key, leaned against the sofa beside him and said softly, her tone ambiguous, neither praising nor sarcastic.
"In order to pave a smooth road for you to become a dragon-slaying hero, your uncle did not hesitate to use this hidden chess piece that has been buried for who knows how many years, and was even willing to risk being completely hated by Principal Angers."

“I never need anyone to arrange my life, especially not with such dirty bargaining chips,” Caesar said coldly.

What Frost considered a brilliant move was nothing short of an insult in his eyes.

Everyone knew the truth, but Frost thought he could just bury his head in the sand and be fine. Little did he know that his thoughts had already been seen through.

Friedrich was just bait that Frost, that fool, used to distract him.

"So what do you plan to do?" Nono adjusted her posture, looking at her boyfriend, who was proud to the core, with a leisurely air:
"Prove to everyone with your actions that even without your family backing you up, you can still behead the Dragon King on your own?"

Her words weren't all jokes; they also carried a hint of realistic consideration.

It wasn't that she was trying to boost the morale of others; it was simply that, in the absence of heavy firepower support, Caesar's Word of Power: Kamaitachi was more suited for support and reconnaissance.

Against groups of Deadpools or ordinary dragons, his superb marksmanship and hand-to-hand combat skills complement each other with his Word of Power, achieving a synergy greater than the sum of its parts. However, if he were to directly challenge a next-generation species or even stronger beings, his hunting knife Dick Tudor and two golden Desert Eagles alone would be insufficient...

It can only be said that maintaining accurate shooting and pulling the trigger under the suffocating dragon's might is already a heroic performance that surpasses the vast majority of hybrids.

Slaying a dragon is never a simple task that can be accomplished by individual bravery alone.

Even if he were to take down Chu Zihang, the previous invincible close-combat master of Kassel College who led a group to ambush him, when he were to actually face a giant dragon that had hatched its dragon body, with only Murasame in hand, he would just be able to trim its nails and polish its scales.

The only thing that could cause real harm might be the high-risk Word of Power, Junyan, that he exposed during his trip to Japan.

Of course, Lu Mingfei is an outsider to this situation.

Caesar pondered for a moment, then handed the ancient Ming Dynasty book containing the clues to Nono and took out a special bullet from his pocket.

The bullet's warhead was made from the Philosopher's Stone and was originally intended as a rebirth gift for the King of Bronze and Fire, but it died at Lu Mingfei's hands before it could.

Now, this finger-length sniper bullet is his only hope of killing Fenrir.

He stood up: "I'll go buy you a map, see if you can figure out where Fenrir is hiding."

"What are you planning to do?" Nono watched him pack his things, his hunting knife and Desert Eagle now on his person.

"Let's see if the urban legends are true or false."

(End of this chapter)