Dragon Raja: Starting with Summoning Erii

Angers raised his head: "That's right. I originally hoped to give this opportunity to Lu Mingfei. Although he is not outstanding now, he is a true dragon-slaying weapon."

“I can feel the pressure hidden within him,” Xia Mu said carefully. “If the principal expects him to become a true dragon-slaying weapon, he shouldn’t force him to grow too fast. He doesn’t need the Nibelungen Project to awaken. The key is just when he will awaken. Let him experience more things.”

Angers rested his chin on his hand, remaining silent for a long while: "I didn't expect... you could see through so much..."

"Isn't the principal unsure what I want to do? What are my goals...?"

Xia Mu said deeply, "I want freedom, so I ran away from home. I want happiness, so I cherish everything beautiful around me. I won't allow anything to happen to them, nor will I allow them to be killed by the dragons. This is what I want."

Angers suddenly laughed: "You are me before I lost my companions, very good."

He reached out and patted Xia Mu on the shoulder, "It's not easy to protect the people you want to protect."

Xia Mu nodded: "I will keep trying."

"You have a point about the Nibelungen Project, and I will consider it seriously. However, there is a crucial issue: as the principal, can I make the decision on my own...?"

Angers looked at him and smiled, a hint of cunning in his eyes. "How about we discuss how to eliminate the Gattuso family's influence?"

Xia Mu raised an eyebrow: "How?"

Angers chuckled: "Send someone to die together with Caesar, and make sure no one else gets the spot. This will make the other families on the board of directors resent the Gattuso family. Then my decision will be approved."

"That person..."

Xia Mu pointed to his nose.

"I'll definitely take on that role..."

Chapter 216 I Choose to Hold a Grudge!

With his hands in his pockets, humming some aria, Angers led Xia Mu through the VIP passage of the Municipal Opera House.

The long, narrow corridor is lined with famous paintings on both sides, from Van Gogh and Monet to Rubens.

The crimson ceiling, walls, and floor, bathed in sunlight, flowed with a magnificent hue somewhere between blood and roses.

Welcome!

On the side of the corridor, a crimson door hidden in the wall opened, and a gaunt old man wearing round-framed glasses and a leather-brimmed hat nodded slightly to them.

He looked like a retired Texas Ranger, with a worn badge on his hat.

There were 13 high-backed leather chairs in the room, and a handsome young man sat in each chair.

They all greeted Angers in the same way, raising their right fists to reveal silver rings on their index fingers—thick, unadorned rings with different totems on their large faces. These were their respective family crests.

"This one needs no introduction, right? Hilbert Jean Angers, a well-known big spender in the industry, one of our major clients, and also the principal of Kassel College."

Han Gao sat at the table, gesturing for Angers to sit wherever he pleased, and then specially arranged a seat for Xia Mu, saying, "As for this gentleman, I'm sure we've all known each other for a long time."

Xia Mu didn't greet anyone and sat down casually. When he looked up, he found that the young people all had their golden eyes shining and were staring at him intently.

"boring…"

Xia Mu didn't even light up the Golden Boy; he just sat there nonchalantly, playing with his fingers, as if the gathering dragon's might had no effect on him.

"Okay, everyone, there's been some misunderstanding."

Henkel waved his hand.

The slight surprise in the young people's eyes gradually faded... Their bloodlines were all good, otherwise they wouldn't have become the family heirs, but the boy opposite them seemed to be unaffected.

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No wonder he's so strong...

"Drink this cup and forget about the past grievances."

Henkel gestured, and a young man took champagne from the ice bucket and poured a third of a glass for everyone.

Young people raised their glasses with Henkel.

Xia Mu and Angers did exactly the same thing: they picked up their cups, drank them down in one gulp without even raising them, and put them back on the table.

The others looked rather grim.

Henkel nonchalantly drank his champagne and gestured to the young man beside him: "Let's begin."

The young man stood up. He had an artist's mustache and smiled warmly. "Mr. Xia Mu, we would like to sign an alliance with you. Would you be interested?"

Xia Mu raised his eyelids slightly: "Oh?"

“We know you don’t get along with the Gattuso family, and it seems there’s no place for you in the Secret Service, but we’ll open our doors for you.” The young man stared into Xia Mu’s eyes. “I think you’ll understand how precious this opportunity is.”

"Poaching my students right in front of me?" Angers slammed his glass down on the glass table.

The atmosphere in the meeting room immediately plummeted, and no one dared to ignore his opinion.

Henkel chuckled and patted his hand: "Angers, calm down. You've always been one of our big clients, not on the same side as your school board."

“The Gattuso family is the most powerful among us, and Frost is its agent. He’s always been tough,” Angers shrugged. “I’m a moderate, and everyone prefers to negotiate with moderates.”

"That's why we're in this situation today..."

The young man breathed a sigh of relief and then looked at Xia Mu: "Mr. Xia, you are very capable, we have high hopes for you..."

He was aloof yet persuasive, possessing the best negotiation skills among the group of young people. His gentle tone and circling around Xia Mu were meant to make him perceive his goodwill, while his standing up forced Xia Mu to look up to him.

Negotiation psychology tells him that once you look up to your opponent, you will naturally be at a psychological disadvantage.

“You already possess the power to kill the first generation of dragons, which we are happy to see. After all, dragons are our enemies. Everyone is looking forward to ending the history of dragons completely, and we are willing to provide as much help as possible,” the young man said with a smile.

Xia Mu didn't even look at him; her gaze was fixed on the empty wine glass in her hand, as if she hadn't heard anything.

A flash of anger crossed the young man's eyes, but he didn't show it. Instead, he reached out and patted the back of Xia Mu's chair. "We're about to shake off the shadow of the Dragon Clan. Nothing will be able to restrain us anymore. Our power will spread all over the world! This will be our most glorious era!"

He spoke with the eloquence and sophistication of a Wall Street junk bond broker, "Mr. Xia Mu, we invite you to join us in creating that glorious era!"

"Quack."

Xia Mu finally put down his wine glass, his gaze calmly sweeping across the faces of everyone in the room. "So, you want to recruit me to be your henchman?"

“Not a thug,” the young man said impatiently, “but someone who shares the glory. You, who can slay the Dragon King, deserve greater support, not the kind of reservation that the Secret Society does.”

"Principal, what did you say?"

Xia Mu smiled slightly and looked at Angers, "Can I join their faction as a student of Kassel College?"

Angers smiled as well: "The academy trains students, but it does not restrict their career paths."

The young man wore a reserved smile, but inwardly he was laughing wildly. He hadn't expected to win before even offering any substantial benefits. The other party was indeed just a child, all strength and no brains. His preparations over the past ten days were a complete waste.

“I think I’ve killed hundreds of your hybrids,” Xia Mu suddenly said.

The young man remained calm and smiled, saying, "It's all in the past now, and their families have received the best possible compensation."

"No hatred?" Xia Mu asked.

"No hatred is too deep to be erased by self-interest," the young man said confidently.

"Ah."

Xia Mu closed his eyes.

The young man frowned.

This is very impolite during negotiations.

"Mr. Xia?"

"Excuse me…"

Xia Mu opened his eyes, and his dark golden eyes burned like flames.

"I choose..."

"Holding grudges."

Before the words were even finished, the metal in the entire conference room suddenly began to vibrate violently.

"Wait! Don't die together!"

Henkel's roar saved everyone.

The dozen or so young people were in different states of mind, and all of them were aware of the need to defend themselves. But when they stopped, they realized that each of them had a piece of metal stuck in their throat, ready to slit their throats at any moment.

In that instant, Xia Mu had completed the extermination of them.

To him, these so-called family representatives, who were mixed-race individuals who never fought but only engaged in business and private struggles, were nothing but a bunch of chickens and dogs.

Only old man Henkel could see it; he pulled out a remote control in one hand and an alchemical revolver in the other.

Word of Power: Divine Judgment!

Angers himself said that he could not avoid the power of words.

That gun was a weapon from a hundred years ago by Henkel, the Alchemy Wheel - Texas Dawn.

"Xia Mu, we're not foolish enough to expose our family representative to danger..."

Henkel waved the remote control. "Believe it or not, after you press this button, this area within a ten-mile radius will be subjected to a carpet bombing of missiles. No one will survive."

"And the gun in my hand will surely strike under the Holy Judgment."

"I see..."

Angers said calmly, "Then give it to me."

Henkel shuddered as the remote control in his hand fell into Angers's hands.

"Don't force me to shoot!"

Henkel's words were timely; otherwise, his gun would have been taken away too…

Chapter 217 If someone tries to steal Xia Mu…

"Are you... really that serious?"

Henkel sat back in his chair and sighed heavily. "Angers, the dragon-slaying mission is not yet complete. You shouldn't want to break ties with us completely."

"I am just a student of Kassel College, and my personal behavior has nothing to do with the college."

Xia Mu poured himself a glass of champagne.