Dragon Tribe: Still Thinking Until Now

Ange was stunned when he heard this, "To be honest, I haven't studied the laws of this country too deeply, but..." The old guy actually scratched his hair. At this moment, he actually looked a bit like an older version of Lu Mingfei.

"But it doesn't matter, I don't have a license plate and there's no police car in this city that can catch up with me," said Angers.

Lu Mingfei rolled his eyes and thought to himself, well, not only are you driving under the influence, you're also driving without a license, right?

"Do you remember our first meeting at the Chicago train station, Mingfei?" Angé refilled his glass. He shifted his gaze and turned his head to look at the heavy rain outside the window, but the blazing golden light in his eyes was like the unconcealable coldness of a sword when it was unsheathed, illuminating the small space inside the car through the reflection of the window.

Lu Mingfei was a little distracted, and he began to recall the first time he boarded a plane to Kassel College almost a year ago, and he was bored waiting for the companions arranged by Norma for him at the Chicago train station.

The people traveling with him were Ling and Xia Mi, but he didn't expect that Angé was also among them.

"In fact, it was not a coincidence that we met, but a destined meeting. I was the one who made it happen because I didn't trust you." Angers said it calmly, but Lu Mingfei's expression did not change much. After so many years, he was no longer the innocent child he was before. All the coincidences and chance encounters in his not-so-long life were history put on the table by someone or a group of people, and were the result of careful calculations.

The bigwigs behind the scenes have already put a price tag on the people that Lu Mingfei is bound to meet on behalf of fate. When the price accumulates to a certain level, they will buy something from Lu Mingfei.

Nuo Nuo was the first person to raise the price. Fate took away a quarter of Lu Mingfei's life through her senior sister. Chu Zihang was the second one, and the price also bought a quarter of Lu Mingfei's life.

Originally, there was another girl who had accumulated enough value of her own, but when fate asked Lu Mingfei to make a choice, Lu Mingfei hesitated. After that moment, the girl and the value of her life that represented Lu Mingfei also disappeared.

"Your parents are honorary alumni of Kassel College. Their bloodline level is much higher than Caesar and Chu Zihang, and they are the same S-level as you. To this day, I still have high hopes for them." Angé seemed to be recounting some past events that Lu Mingfei was interested in in a melodious tone, as if he was playing a folk song on a bagpipe that was gradually fading away in the wilderness.

"I remember you told me when I enrolled that I was the only S-level student in Kassel Academy in 40 years. I have seen my father and mother. Even if dragon blood can slow down the aging of hybrids, I am sure they will not be 40 years older than me." Lu Mingfei said lightly.

"Yes, there are none among the official students, but among the honorary alumni and a hidden list, the number of S-level hybrids is far more than you can imagine." Ange said, "With your authority, you can view these lists, but I think you have been very busy since you enrolled, and you probably don't have time to read the deeds of these seniors."

Lu Mingfei's heart moved. He thought that his senior brother's father, the man named Chu Tianjiao, should also be on the list. He could make such a powerful S-class hybrid give up everything and live in such a small city incognito for more than ten years. The only hybrid organization with such power in the world is probably the Secret Party. "I don't quite understand why the topic between us suddenly turned to them, Principal. Is the reason why you don't trust me because of their sensitive identities?" Lu Mingfei said. He didn't want to mention his parents. Counting the last time, he hadn't seen them for many years and almost forgot their voices and smiles.

"All this has nothing to do with their identities and status, it's only about... their bloodline." Angé tilted his head back and poured the wine into his mouth again. "Mingfei, you have done very well in dragon genetics. I think you should understand the probability that the child born from the union of two hybrids close to the critical blood limit will not be human."

Dragon genetics says that when the proportion of dragon genes in an individual exceeds that of human genes, they will show obvious "dragonization" phenomenon, and they are more like dragons than humans. Lu Mingfei could imagine that if it was true as the principal said, then he should have gone through a meeting that decided his life before he was born, and the final vote in this meeting determined that he was finally qualified to be born.

If Lu Mingfei himself encountered this situation, he would probably make the same decision. He used to be an emotional person, but this emotion made him hurt many people even though he seemed to have gained something.

Lu Mingfei is rational enough today.

Because in that case, even the most senior professor of bloodline would not know whether the child, which was still an embryo, would be a real dragon.

"I understand this behavior." Lu Mingfei drank more vigorously, his throat rolling and the smell of alcohol rising.

"Although the committee has resolved that your birth is legal from the perspective of the Abrahamic bloodline, our predecessor is the Secret Party. The Secret Party's consistent style is to eliminate all risks related to the revival of the dragon race, so the first half of your life has actually been spent under our surveillance. This is an era of big data. Your big data is updated every moment and Norma has made a portrait of it and presented it to me, but I am still worried and distrustful, because the dragon race is such a cunning race and deserves the most cautious treatment." When Ange said this, he seemed to be silently observing Lu Mingfei's expression, but unexpectedly, Lu Mingfei seemed to have guessed this a long time ago, his expression did not change at all, and his eyes did not sink.

"In fact, our life trajectories are very similar. I was born in Yorkshire, England, in a small city called Harrogate. I spent my childhood and adolescence there. Unlike what you imagine, it was not very happy, even by the standards of the 19th century. My adoptive parents adopted many children and trained us to beg. When I was twelve years old, I showed amazing talent and learned Latin and Greek. The local bishop appreciated me very much and thought that I would become a big man one day, but the prerequisite was that I had to get enough education, so the bishop provided an annuity for me to study in London, so that I would have the opportunity to enter Cambridge University. To this day, I am still grateful to that respected gentleman, but I can't find him anymore, and I don't even know where his grave is." A trace of reminiscence of the past flashed in Angers' eyes. Lu Mingfei listened quietly, as if listening to the sound of the wind on the other side of the river, distant and deep.

He actually didn't have much feeling, because Lu Mingfei felt that his childhood was not bad. At that time, Lu Lincheng and Qiao Weini were still around. Although he was not rich, he was still okay. There was nothing wrong with him except that he didn't show any special talents and was a bit useless. His youth was indeed a bit unfortunate. Lu Mingfei could feel that his aunt's disgust for him came from the bottom of her heart. This disgust was more of resentment and resentment, as if she wanted to blame Lu Mingfei for all the injustices the world had done to her. She might want to blame Qiao Weini, but unfortunately Lu Mingfei's mother was also an unattainable big shot in front of a housewife like his aunt. They didn't see each other for several years, so she could only find trouble with Lu Mingfei.

"We all grew up eating at many houses, and we can't hide the cowardice in our eyes." Ange suddenly said, his eyes still flowing with brilliant gold, but at this moment he looked at Lu Mingfei, "Although you look very strong, from your will to your body, your eyes are also firm and unshakable. Some people say that there is a lion hidden in it, and some people say that there is an angry dragon hidden in it, but I only see a cowardly child who has covered himself with a hard shell, a cowardly child who is almost exactly the same as Hilbert Jean Ange who is still begging on the streets of Harrogate." Eating at many houses means eating at one house and then at another, describing the miserable appearance of a child without parental supervision. Lu Mingfei mentioned this term to Ange some time ago, and he didn't know where he heard it this time.

At this moment, there seemed to be an invisible abyss under the old guy's gold-rimmed brown glasses. When Lu Mingfei stared into his eyes, he actually felt as if he was staring into the eyes of Herzog who had already ascended the throne of the White King.

Lu Mingfei knew that the principal came to the airport to pick him up this time probably not to reminisce about the past or talk about his past. He vaguely realized that he was standing at the crossroads of fate that the little devil mentioned. Soon he would see the fork in the road with swords and guns everywhere. If he took a wrong step, he would be doomed.

"Actually, I am luckier than you, the principal." Lu Mingfei thought about it, hesitated for a moment, and scratched his hair. "I have parents, I am not an orphan." He did not deny what Angé said.

To be honest, even Lu Mingfei himself could sometimes feel that the cowardly child had not completely left. He was hiding inside this hard armor, beating on his heart. The child was weak, and often looked at the world helplessly, but he was guarding the edges of the cracks deep in Lu Mingfei's heart that he himself was not even aware of, as if once something was about to touch those bottom lines, the child would burst out with a madness that even dragons would fear.

"That's good, Mingfei. I always hope that you can live a better life than me." Angé just laughed softly, and Lu Mingfei couldn't laugh when he said that.

It was rare that anyone would say something like that to him, even as a passing compliment.

"But sometimes I feel like there's a deep tiredness in your eyes, as if you're carrying a lot of things." Angé added, he tapped lightly on the wall of the tulip glass with his index finger, and a crisp buzzing sound rang out, mixing with the sound of rain outside, and it was like passionate music.

Lu Mingfei's breathing suddenly became heavy. He looked towards Ange fiercely, but the principal no longer looked into his eyes. The folding knife in his hand just fluttered like a butterfly, with a series of phantoms.

"I know that kind of fatigue very well, because I see eyes that carry that fatigue countless times in the mirror every day."

"When I was still weak, I was a member of the first generation of the Lionheart Society. Menech took good care of me and thought that I would be a more suitable successor to the Lionheart Society than them. So when they died, I took on the two responsibilities of revitalizing the Lionheart Society and revenge. That was my fate. I live for what I shoulder and die for what I shoulder, but I still feel tired. You give me the same feeling, Mingfei. I don't know where your tiredness comes from, but you are carrying out not-so-clever political activities among the students, and your attempt to integrate the students of Kassel Academy is not covert. And the hostility you show towards the Japanese branch, although well hidden, is not perfect." Old people who have lived for many years always seem to be very good at seeing into people's hearts, especially Angers who claims to be educators.

Lu Mingfei's left hand dropped, his palm already grasping the hilt of lust.

The time when the true intention is revealed seems to be approaching.

"No matter what you want to do, my academy and I will do our best to support you. Believe me, Mingfei, you are ours and we will always stand together." Anjou stopped playing with his extremely sharp folding knife. His eyes were burning with a bright fire. He stared at Lu Mingfei's eyes through the reflection of the front windshield. "This is my promise, Hilbert Jean Anjou's promise, but..."

"I hope you will stay out of this operation against the resurrected king."

When Ange said the last sentence, he slowly closed his eyes, and Lu Mingfei also lowered his eyes.

There was a moment of dead silence, and the entire Rolls-Royce frame fell into a dangerous silence. Two slow and heavy war drums roared at the same time. It really was like the drummers of the two warring parties in an ancient battlefield competing with each other. The drumbeats became more and more dense and louder, and finally the entire Rolls-Royce vibrated with the drumbeats.

That was the heartbeat of the men. The hot dragon blood flowed through the veins of Lu Mingfei and Angé, washing the muscle tissue that originally belonged to humans, and began to slowly change everything on their bodies. Such violent anger turned into a raging flame that flowed out from the gaps between Lu Mingfei's tightly closed eyes. Angé and Lu Mingfei opened their eyes almost at the same time, their golden pupils burning, and terrifying changes seemed to be about to occur in them.

But when Lu Mingfei was about to roar and pull out the lust that was pressed against his forearm, Angé actually spoke again.

His voice was gentle, not like that of a monster who was activating dragon blood, nor did he have the violent emotions when using blood-blasting technology. He was just an ordinary old man.

"Xiami, is she one of the twin kings of earth and mountains?" said Angé.

Lu Mingfei took a deep breath, and finally drank his glass of champagne, as if to use the alcohol to fill the helplessness in his heart. Lu Mingfei was the only one who knew that Ange had inherited the throne of the King of Sky and Wind, so he had been wary of the old guy, but he didn't expect that he still noticed it.

That’s right, only a fool like Xia Mi would be completely clueless when meeting his own kind.

"Yes." All the excuses were pale and powerless in front of the known facts. Lu Mingfei's muscles were tense, and every cut of his sword drew blood!

There seemed to be a biting cold wind blowing in the car, and Lu Mingfei felt freezing cold.

He didn't know if he could beat Angers today, but he had to try.

A wisp of white smoke floated over, and the smoke from the burning cigar covered Ange's face. Lu Mingfei looked over, but couldn't see his expression clearly.

"I am a lonely soul that has been wandering the world since 1900, supported by hatred. The dragon took away everything from me, child, do you understand?"

"I see."

"Only by killing all the dragons can we extinguish the wildfire-like hatred. If possible, I really want to stuff a Big Ivan into every Nibelung. When the dragon civilization and everything are destroyed, I can sit on the tallest bronze pillar that once belonged to the black emperor and watch the dead kingdoms and the dragons inside them die together. Only in this way can a lonely soul like me rest in peace." Ange's tone was calm, but gradually became sharp, like a knife stuck in his throat, or like his teeth biting steel.

"So Principal, do we really have to fight?" Lu Mingfei sighed, lust already appearing in his hands.

Time zero has no effect on him, so without using other powers, Lu Mingfei is sure that he can at least fight this old guy to a draw.

"Of course I'm not going to fight with you, Mingfei, you're a good kid, and I'm an educator. How can an educator beat up a good kid?" Angé just raised his eyes slightly and glanced at Lu Mingfei, but the smile on his face was gone.

"But you have to make a choice, choose the dragon king disguised as a human, or the things you are responsible for."

Ange's whole body relaxed. He leaned back in his chair quietly, as if he was not worried at all about Lu Mingfei's sudden attack.

Lu Mingfei's blood seemed to run cold, and there was a genuine sense of helplessness in his eyes. The ancient alchemical sword named Lust was dim at this moment, as if it sensed the cowardice of its owner and was no longer willing to be held in his hand.

"What...what do you mean?" Lu Mingfei's voice was hoarse.

"You know, Mingfei, Kassel College once had two names, one is the Secret Party, and the other is the Blood Covenant. We take the Abraham bloodline covenant as our foundation. Everything related to dragons is our enemy. If you make the wrong choice, you will undoubtedly be included in the wanted list. You may still be able to do what you want, but you will lose the support of the Secret Party, and the whole world will stand against you. The people you want to save, the things you want to change, all will come as scheduled!" Ange's voice was clearly calm, but every sentence seemed to be a heavy punch hitting Lu Mingfei's heart. He couldn't hold back his lust, and only felt that the old man in front of him was as ugly and hideous as Herzog at this moment.

"This is a crossroads of fate, you have to make the right choice." Angé's last words sounded like the devil's temptation. Lu Mingfei widened his eyes, and all the strength in his body seemed to disappear.

It seemed as if fate was playing a trick on him again, and this time it directly lifted off his hard armor.

Lu Mingfei stumbled, opened the door of the Rolls-Royce and fled. From the back he looked like a dog with its head hanging down.

Ange refilled his glass of champagne. His body slumped slightly and he sank into the soft seat. He sighed deeply, but his eyes were staring at the dark rain curtain, as if he wanted to see through the high wall between the worlds and see the God hiding behind the wall.

Then, the old man raised the glass towards the black clouds and drank the liquid inside.

Chapter 137 Senior Sister and Junior Sister

Tianjin is a coastal city after all. Even if there is no god stirring up the turbulence of elements, the rain in May often pours down like the sky, which always reminds people of the poem "dark clouds are pressing down on the city, threatening to destroy it."

The roaring whistles of cargo ships at Tianjin Port, together with the whistling of the wind in the rain, create the most tragic and passionate music in the world.

The gas lamp of the famous Dagu Lighthouse was like a truly brilliant sword, spinning and cutting through the abyss-like darkness in the farthest reaches of the rain curtain.

The gas lamp occasionally cut across the side of the road some distance away from the pier, casting a slightly thin shadow.

The corners of Lu Mingfei's eyes twitched slightly. He squatted under the eaves of the security booth that looked abandoned for a long time to avoid the rain. His whole body was soaked, from his long windbreaker to his hand-made custom-made leather shoes, even the mountaineering bag on his back containing the seven deadly sins, all of which were dripping with water.

The fingers holding the cigarette were trembling, not sure if it was because of the cold or for some other reason. His hair looked greasy from being wet by the rain, and his eyelids drooped, hiding the dim light in his pupils.

The human brain is so small that it is easy to get distracted when thinking too much. Lu Mingfei was already a little confused, and his lack of direction started to flare up the moment he was distracted.

This guy randomly picked a bus from those outside the airport, thinking that he would be able to get back to downtown TJ. But it seemed that the cowardly kid was not far away. He always tapped his chest gently when Lu Mingfei was exhausted. In this way, the majestic, powerful and taciturn Kassel dragon-slaying hero Lu Mingfei easily removed his indestructible armor and completely exposed his weakest appearance.

After losing his tall, handsome and rich persona, Lu Mingfei is indeed just a child curled up in a corner crying, and it is not uncommon for him to be possessed by the god of misfortune.

The airport bus did not take him to TJ city, but instead sped away in the direction of the port. Lu Mingfei was preoccupied and drowsy all the way, with his expression ferocious and confused at times, which scared the uncle next to him and thought that this unlucky kid might be schizophrenic. He then moved to the back seat.

In the early hours of the morning, the bus entered the terminal and would not leave again. Lu Mingfei had nowhere to go. He also felt that it would be better not to show his miserable appearance in front of others, so he found such a deserted and secluded place to take shelter from the rain.

The road was empty late at night under the rain, and the traffic lights were still shining in a monotonous yellow. Lu Mingfei suddenly felt so helpless.

A great feeling of powerlessness surged over his body like a tide. After returning to this period of time, he never felt this way again. He hated himself for being weak and cowardly, because when Lu Mingfei really had to fight to the death, he could only hide in the wine cellar and get drunk.

Lu Mingfei thought that this time he would move forward with a sword in hand and thorns under his feet. He would cut off all the damn tragedies, the destined deaths, and the farewells that were about to come! But the torrent of fate came suddenly, so magnificent and unstoppable, rolling forward to drown and crush this little bug!

In the face of something like fate, Lu Mingfei felt that everything he had done was pale and powerless.

There had never been a moment when Lu Mingfei realized so clearly that the road leading to his future had forked in front of him.

Is this what the little devil meant by the fork in the road of fate?

Sure enough, when we met, all the struggles seemed powerless.

At this time, the roar of the engine like a subwoofer came from far and near along the mountain road. Lu Mingfei showed a look of surprise. He is now considered an expert in driving cars, so he can naturally hear that the car with such an engine is obviously not an airport bus. But which young master, young lady or president would drive to such a place at such a time in such weather?

Lu Mingfei looked in the direction of the sound. The driver had obviously turned on the high beam in this weather. The bright headlights tore through the dark rain curtain, making it almost impossible for Lu Mingfei to open his eyes.

The mirror-smooth body of the car flows with the color of flames, like red flames blooming in a rainstorm.

The red Ferrari raised a wall of water as high as a person as it turned the corner, and then the brake pads bit hard, and the tires rubbed against the ground with a harsh sound. It had slowed down not far away, rolled over the ankle-deep water on the road, and slowly stopped in front of Lu Mingfei.

Lu Mingfei stood up slowly, his expression was somewhere between that of a cowardly child about to cry and a desperado secretly threatening to fight to the death, but at this moment all the emotions disappeared, all the expressions solidified on that aggrieved face like the frozen Lake Baikal.

The world seems silent at this moment, and the sound of rain is getting farther and farther away.

Lu Mingfei stared blankly at the person inside through the rain and the glass window of the Ferrari. His dark red eyes seemed indifferent, but his tightly pursed lips seemed to be telling something silently.

The silver four-leaf clover earrings swayed slightly, as if they had passed through the wasteland of time, and their destinies met at this moment.

The car window slowly lowered, and the sharp blade cut by the lighthouse was reflected in Nono's eyes. She was still so sharp and beautiful, like an angel descending from the sky with a sword in hand.

"Handsome boy, do you want to relax after the rain? Get in the car, I'll take you home." Nuo Nuo looked into Lu Mingfei's eyes and reached out to touch the child's head.

After many years, she seemed to be back in that screening room again, fishing out a stupid monkey from the gray water curtain cave.

"Senior Sister..." Lu Mingfei's voice was low and tired, but he bent a finger and tapped his forehead lightly.

"Let's get in the car first. You're my little brother! I'll protect you if anything happens!" Nuonuo said carelessly.

Lu Mingfei's nose suddenly felt sore and his eyes became a little red. The fatigue and grievance that had accumulated for so long were about to burst out.