A man among dragons, building a mysterious ancient church.

Chapter 175: How much wealth can fill this gap?
At the foot of the mountains outside Kassel College, there are several campsites.

Although it's called camping, the resources these people have are enough for them to live a life of extravagance even in the wild.

The tents here are not ordinary camping tents, but mobile palaces tailor-made for the wealthy.

Outside a luxurious tent, Genji closed his eyes in distress, listening to Sakurai Takashi's report coming through his phone: "The head of the Uesugi family has run away from home again."

"Try to keep up. If possible, persuade her to go home as soon as possible. I have more important things to do." Yuan Zhisheng hung up the phone after saying that.

Keeping things to yourself is a terrible habit.

Previously, when Genji heard that Erii had run away from home, he was terrified, fearing that Erii would suddenly lose control in the crowd and go on a killing spree, directly massacring the city.

He wished he could immediately mobilize all members of the Snake Clan and command all the yakuza in Tokyo to go out and search for the person.

Now, Erii runs away from home more and more frequently to play outside, and she has never lost control even once. She always comes home on time.

Gradually, Genjiro got used to Erii running away from home and stopped being so worried.

"Master." Seeing that Genji had finished his phone call, Sakura Yabuki quickly lifted the tent flap and followed closely behind after he entered.

The luxury tent's support frame is made of genuine fourth-generation keel, and the inner lining is made of velvet, isolating it from the outside world and providing excellent privacy and a comfortable living experience.

The floor was first laid with solid wood, then covered with a cashmere carpet, making it hard to believe that this was a camping trip.

Stepping onto the soft, silent carpet, Genji returned to his seat in the southwest corner of the conference table, with Sakura Yabuki standing respectfully behind him.

The seats outside the conference table were occupied by representatives of various factions, such as Henkel, who sat at the head of the table, and the young people from the other North American families.

There's also Zhou Minhao, who was specially arranged to come from Xiangyang by Nuwa, and Zhao Xuzhen, the most outstanding young member of the Solomon Temple Society.

Everyone gathered here, naturally for the Dragonbone Cross. They didn't discuss how to distribute it yet, but instead united to put pressure on Cassel, forcing him to share the Dragonbone Cross with them.

"Sorry." After returning to his seat, Yuan Zhisheng took out his phone and smiled. "Something urgent came up, but it's resolved now. We can continue our discussion."

Zhou Minhao said it was okay: "It's understandable. People have come from all over the world and things haven't been handled in time. It's normal to receive a phone call occasionally."

Henkel smiled and said he didn't mind: "If I have to apologize for this, I really don't know what I'll do if I receive a few urgent calls later."

It's not that they are kind-hearted or understanding of Yuan Zhisheng.

In the mixed-race community, the law of the jungle prevails. If Genjiro is not strong enough, he can leave after answering the phone call and not come back in.

However, everyone present was well aware of the terror of this young man, Genjiro. Every mixed-race person who had ever met those golden eyes could feel the pressure from the bottom of their hearts.

It was almost like staring into the eyes of a mixed-race emperor.

Like Zhou Minhao of the Zhou family, who once tested Yuan Zhisheng, the moment he saw those golden eyes, it was as if he saw his own Nuwa.

Zhao Xuzhen, the inheritor of the Solomon Temple's centuries-long dedication to cultivating A-grade hybrids and accumulating bloodline advantages, was also suppressed by Yuan Zhisheng's golden eyes.

At that moment, Zhao Xuzhen's confidence almost collapsed. He simply couldn't imagine how the Solomon Temple, with its hundreds of years of accumulated bloodline advantages, could lose to a random mixed-race person.
Even against a legendary S-class hybrid, Zhao Xuzhen was confident he could defeat him!
But just looking at Yuan Zhisheng's golden eyes would put immense pressure on him.

With his abilities, Yuan Zhisheng was simply going out to answer a phone call, and they could naturally understand.

Perhaps Mr. Henkel has some talent for prophecy, for his phone rang as soon as he finished speaking.

The moment Henkel saw the caller ID, his smiling expression turned serious, and he turned the phone screen towards everyone.

The mixed-race people present all had excellent eyesight and could clearly see the caller ID on their phone screens—Hilbert Jean Angers.

Henkel didn't mince words and directly turned on the speakerphone: "Hey, Angers, you wanted to see me?"

"Haha, what are you saying? I'd like to invite you in for a chat. You're already outside Kassel's door; if you don't come in, wouldn't that give others reason to speak ill of Kassel and show a lack of hospitality?" Before Hango could reply, Angers muttered to himself, "Never mind, if you won't come to visit, I can at least come to visit you, right?"

"Come, come, have some tea."

As soon as the words were spoken, the curtain of the luxurious tent was suddenly lifted. Everyone instinctively turned around to look, only to find that the curtain had already been closed and there was no one there.

"Hey, want some tea?"

Hearing this real greeting, which rang directly in their ears and was unlike the sound of a phone speaker, everyone felt a tremor in their hearts and turned their attention back to the present.

Sakura Yabuki activated her Word of Power: Yin Flow, and two specially made daggers floated to her left and right, ready to strike.

Before anyone knew it, Angers was already standing affectionately next to Han Gao, with one hand on Han Gao's right shoulder, completely ignoring Yabuki Sakura's Word of Power.

In front of each of them, there was a cup of steaming tea.

The teapot was so full that it would overflow if you just breathed on it without having to blow on it.

Yuan Zhisheng's eyes narrowed as he quickly calculated that the time it took for the people at the table to turn their heads to look at the curtain and then turn their gaze back was at most a little over a second.

In such a short time, Principal Angers brought in more than ten cups of hot tea and placed them in front of each of them. What kind of monster is this?

If we make a slight change, instead of serving hot tea, we can bring in a knife and slit everyone's throats one by one. The whole table might not even realize what's happening until everyone is dead.

The young people who had never seen Angers personally take action truly realized why everyone believed that Angers was the strongest person in the open in the mixed-race circle.

Who wouldn't be terrified by such a terrifying method?
"Don't frighten the children, Angers." Only Henkel looked relaxed, completely unconcerned about the terror of Angers' Time Zero, and even had the mind to call his attendant behind him: "Go get a chair."

Soon, Angers forced his way between Henkel and Zhou Minhao, and even took charge of the meeting: "No one's going to drink? This is a Lapsang Souchong that my old friend gave me."

"Alright, since no one wants tea, let's get down to business."

"Let me be frank first, we really don't have any Dragon Crosses in our possession."

Zhao Xuzhen of the Solomon Temple Society tried hard to purse his lips, not wanting Angers to see his smile, lest he be seen as deliberately provoking him.

Zhou Minhao remained unmoved. The Zhou family hadn't come here for the Dragon Bone Cross at all; they were simply following the orders of Nuwa to cause trouble for Kassel.

Genji was skeptical; of everyone at the table, only the Snake-Headed Eight Family knew the least information.

"Pfft." Henkel didn't give Angers any face and laughed out loud directly.

Angers, Angers, you've come this far, and you're still trying to hide it?

Do you really think that none of our major powers have alchemy masters who can tell the freshness of the Philosopher's Stone?
Angers met Henkel's grinning face and slightly raised his snow-white eyebrows: "Things shouldn't happen more than three times."

"I've explained this to you seriously for the third time, and you still don't believe me?"

Han Gao shook his head decisively. Before obtaining the Philosopher's Stone, he might have been deceived by Angers, but after personally handling the Philosopher's Stone, no matter what Angers said, even if he knelt down and swore an oath, Han Gao would not believe him.

"So the only option is a fight?" Angers leaned back, abandoning his previous polite demeanor, and put his feet directly on the conference table like a rogue.

The soles of the shoes, which were constantly dangling on the table, were still covered in mud and sand from the road.

As Angers swung his toes, fine sand and dust flew up and landed in many people's tea.

"Several elder families within our secret party, as well as various families on the board of directors, are already preparing to assemble their private armies and are ready for a real bloodbath."

"I wonder how much wealth each of you can contribute?"

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