Lu Mingfei, become the King of Elden!

Chapter 247 Is he really that strong? (Day 10,000 words)
Lu Mingfei was stunned.

After a long while, he finally spoke:
"Did I hear wrong?"

Ange shook his head.

“They want to replace you while they’re trying me,” Lu Mingfei pointed to himself, then to Angers, “as well? Who came up with this idea?”

"Frost Gattuso."

Angers said calmly:

“The acting head of the Gattuso family has always disliked me.”

"Is he very strong? What kind of person is he?"

Lu Mingfei asked.

"Frost Gattuso was a pure pragmatist and a self-interested individual. In his view, any powerful force that could not be controlled was a threat that had to be eliminated."

Angers paused, then continued:

"I haven't heard anything amazing about his bloodline or combat skills. He seems to be very good at managing money."

"Then, fire us two S-class officers?"

Lu Mingfei took a bite of the apple, chewed it twice, swallowed it, and said with some incomprehension:

"Who will take down that King of the Earth and Mountains? Frost Gattuso? Is he going to personally carry an RPG into battle?"

Angers shrugged, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

"What will they do to me if I'm tried and found to have a problem with my bloodline?"

Lu Mingfei asked.

Angers did not answer his question immediately, but instead asked:
Do you know about lobotomy?

Lu Mingfei was stunned:

"Wasn't that used to treat mental patients in the last century? I think it even won a Nobel Prize?"

Ang nodded:
"Yes, that's it. They'll perform a lobotomy on you, turn you into a drooling idiot, and then send you to a sanatorium on some deserted island in the Pacific to spend the rest of your life."

This is the Secret Service's consistent practice regarding mixed-race individuals whose bloodlines are out of control.

Lu Mingfei stopped chewing the apple completely.

He wasn't angry.

He just found it absurd.

"Are they planning to send an entire army to perform that surgery on me?"

"They'll probably send out the most elite team from the execution department, right?"

Angers shrugged.

"What if I suddenly lose my temper during the meeting?"

"If I were there, I would stop you out of a sense of duty."

"What if you've already been suspended?"

"Then there's no way."

Angers spread his hands, indicating that he could not help.

“I have been accused of three major errors and forty-eight minor errors. The Board of Trustees has expressed serious dissatisfaction with my performance report and doubts that I am no longer capable of continuing as principal.”

Lu Mingfei shook his head. He simply couldn't understand the school board's thought process. It was like a general who was fighting on the front lines, advancing triumphantly, only to suddenly receive an order to resign from all his posts and return to the palace for trial. The real reason was that he had forgotten to give a red envelope to the emperor's trusted eunuch when he went to war.

"I don't understand."

"It's right that you don't understand."

Angers twirled the folding knife in his hand and said calmly:

“You and I are both pure dragon slayers. But the board of directors is different; they are more like politicians.”

“You killed the King of Bronze and Fire, and then the next generation. You already know how difficult it is to slay a dragon; it's like dancing on the edge of a knife, a battlefield where it's a matter of life and death.” “But the Board of Directors is different.”

Angers' voice carried a hint of mockery. The folding knife in his hand stopped spinning, its tip lightly touching the air, as if popping a phantom bubble.

"Our victory, the killing of Norton, the severe damage to the next generation, and the situation I have barely maintained for over a hundred years have given them a false sense of security."

"The dragon race is not invincible; it can even be easily defeated within the rules and timeframes they set."

He looked at Lu Mingfei:

"They sat in a conference room covered with velvet tablecloths, looking at casualty reports and combat capability assessments as if they were reading financial statements."

They calculated the input-output ratio, weighed the interests of all parties, and discussed the distribution of power after the war… but they forgot, or rather, selectively ignored, the most important point.

"War is never a business."

Lu Mingfei continued his sentence.

"That's right!"

Angers' gaze turned cold:
"They forgot that war kills people. This war between humans and dragons is a meat grinder that could collapse in despair at any moment. The Dragon Kings are not bankrupt companies waiting to be liquidated; they are walking natural disasters."

“So,” Lu Mingfei concluded, his tone flat, “in their view, taking advantage of the current ‘stable’ situation to deal with the ‘weapons’ in hand is more important than dealing with the ‘natural disaster’ in the long term.”

“A brilliant summary.” Angers nodded. “That’s the mindset of politicians. So, Frost Gattuso would think that it’s far more worthwhile and safer to deal with an uncontrollable S-class with an elite team and an operation than to send that S-class to fight the King of the Earth and the Mountains.”

Lu Mingfei finally couldn't help but chuckle, shaking his head as if he had heard the most ridiculous joke in the world.

"So what are you planning to do? Just wait for them to fire you?"

Lu Mingfei looked at Angers.

Angers continued to fiddle with his folding knife without saying a word.

after awhile.

"And you," he suddenly asked, "Mingfei, what would you do if you were in my shoes?"

"do not know."

Lu Mingfei answered decisively:

"Perhaps they'll twist the head off this idiot and hang it on the door as a warning to the next fool?"

These words sound cruel and bloody, not something a good 21st-century student would say.

However, Angers did not show any expression.

"Simple, direct, and effective."

Angers said calmly:
"A decapitation strike is indeed the quickest way to quell unrest and deter troublemakers. In many cases, it is even the only effective method. If this were in ancient times, you might be an emperor."

But as an educator, Mingfei, I still have to tell you that internal strife is strictly forbidden within the Secret Party.

You signed the Abrahamic Clan Code, so you should understand that we cannot point our knives at our own people. We establish rules and restrain power not only for the sake of order, but also to remind ourselves why we fight—to protect humanity, not to transform into another form of 'dragon'.

He stood up and walked to the window.

"Killing is the simplest method, but it often has endless consequences, especially internally. It sows the seeds of suspicion and hatred, tearing the organization apart."

Angers' voice was calm:
“We need to win this game within the rules, or at least… appear to be within the rules.”

"What do you need me to do?"

Lu Mingfei asked.

"You don't need to do anything."

Angers paused, then continued:

"Or to put it another way, just be yourself now."

Lu Mingfei glanced at Angers with surprise.

(End of this chapter)