Dragon Tribe: Still Thinking Until Now

Lu Mingfei was silent for a moment, then nodded.

Judging from the current situation of the North American and European hybrids, except for the Gattuso family and the Laurent family, the other directors on the board of directors still have an ambiguous attitude. It is unknown whether they will stand on Lu Mingfei's side when he decides to launch a war against the Japanese branch.

And those old leaders, that is, the Elders Council, basically stood on Lu Mingfei's side.

This is because Lu Mingfei's actions are completely in line with their code of conduct. In order to kill pure-blooded dragons, he did not hesitate to use forbidden technology to refine his own bloodline, even if it violated the iron law of Abraham's bloodline contract.

What's more important is that the new generation of mixed-race society is headed by the Gattuso family, and their designated leader is Caesar Gattuso.

Lu Mingfei is the successor and future leader designated by Hilbert Jean Ange, the former revenge seeker and remnant.

He naturally stood on the side of the Elders; they belonged to the same camp.

"Oh, by the way, that boy, what did you call him, Xiaokang, right? Is he okay now?" Angé asked with a smile.

Lu Mingfei's body paused.

He looked at Ange's eyes, but Ange was looking somewhere else, with the endless snow-capped mountains reflected in his eyes.

"He's OK. He's currently living in the Valley Campus. Xia Mi and I go to see him every day. He's a very good kid. He doesn't understand anything, but he doesn't cry or make noise. He's just a little clingy." Lu Mingfei hesitated for a moment, then said softly, "He's like a cat that was lost and found again."

Ange frowned, "He is not a cat, but a very dangerous hybrid. The academy's blood test report has come out. Although he has not exceeded the critical blood line, he is indeed a true A-level hybrid. The purity of his bloodline is not much inferior to Caesar and Chu Zihang. But we still don't know what his words are."

"Yeah." Lu Mingfei said.

"We investigated his background. Norma said he was from a small town in Mexico State. His parents were Chinese who had fled to the United States a few years ago and were unfortunately killed in a gang gunfight. But I think his identity seems to be fake."

Lu Mingfei suddenly looked at the principal.

The old man smiled faintly, and he also looked at Lu Mingfei. The two people's eyes collided in the air, almost creating sparks.

"But it doesn't matter, Mingfei. I promised that as long as you go to Chicago with me to attend this banquet, I will make an exception and admit the boy to Kassel College. This is my promise, and my promise is always valid."

Lu Mingfei turned his eyes away and looked at the snow-capped mountains in the distance, his thoughts flying back to the rainstorm three months ago.

——A handsome and even pretty boy curled up in the rainstorm. He hid himself in a secluded corner. He seemed to have seen something horrible and was crying with his face covered.

The long black shadow pierced the boy's heart, cutting through the rain and air like a sword.

But the long shadow stopped a few dozen centimeters in front of Constantine's chest. It was not a sword, but a folded umbrella.

Lu Mingfei stood in front of Constantine holding another umbrella. He reached out and gently rubbed the boy's head, a soft smile outlined on his slightly pale face. He bent down slightly so that he could look the boy in the eye. Their eyes intertwined in the rainstorm. The boy's beautiful, clear black eyes hid the panic of a puppy.

"Hello, my name is Lu Mingfei, would you like to go home with me?"

Chapter 79 Chicago

"I have a Ferrari that was modified by the equipment department. It can easily increase its speed to 200 km/h. But it is an express train after all, and is not suitable for traveling in wet, rainy or snowy days, so I asked the college to dispatch the train." Angers said. He was neatly dressed, with a straight and narrow black suit and black coat, making him look tall and straight, like a young man in his twenties or thirties, full of vitality, strong and healthy.

Train CC1000 is the exclusive train of Kassel College. It usually stops at the locomotive depot of Chicago Railway Station, ready to respond to the call of the college at any time.

Only those with the highest authority can call for this express train individually, namely the president, department heads, tenured professors and members of the board of directors. However, in the college's authority classification system, the authority of S-level students is equivalent to a "black card", and they enjoy the same or even higher authority as the above-mentioned people.

Lu Mingfei yawned. He had supper and chatted with Finkel until two in the morning last night, and got up at seven today. He is not in a good mental state now.

He was woken up by Norma. The artificial intelligence housekeeper bluntly said that she had helped Lu Mingfei cancel all activities in the next two days, and said that Principal Angers was already waiting at the train station, which left Lu Mingfei with no time to even eat a bite of food.

"Why can't we leave later?" Lu Mingfei muttered as he brushed his teeth, washed his face, and tidied himself up in the separate bathroom nearby.

The breakfast cart was already at the door of the box, and two black dresses were hanging on the door.

They are a double-breasted, peak-lapel, satin-trimmed tuxedo, and a peak-lapel, pure wool morning coat, both of which are elegant dresses that still maintain the Victorian tailoring style.

"It's pure wool. I didn't see the logo. It's probably handmade. It must have cost a lot of money, right?" Lu Mingfei touched the morning dress and exclaimed in admiration. He thought that aristocratic schools are aristocratic schools. They would spend a lot of money to buy such good things for their students when attending an event.

"Elizabeth had it custom-made for you at a 130-year-old tailor shop in London. It cost a total of 43,000 pounds." Angé shrugged.

"Who?" Lu Mingfei was stunned. Who was that?

"Elisabeth Laurent, the one on the school board who supports me, is also your supporter. She is a very beautiful girl and she told me that she wanted to have dinner with you." Angé laughed heartily.

Lu Mingfei retreats tactically.

The two dresses were obviously made according to Lu Mingfei's body shape, and every part fit him perfectly after he put them on.

According to Ange, it was Norma who gave Lu Mingfei's physical parameters to Miss Laurent.

Looking at himself in the mirror, Lu Mingfei felt for a few moments as if he had returned to the long-gone Victorian era. Thick fog obscured the lower parts of the stone buildings, revealing the jagged spires above. Black vintage cars puffing steam could be seen everywhere on the streets.

But it is really beautiful.

Lu Mingfei raised his eyebrows and smiled. When he did this, he looked quite energetic and handsome. He could barely be described as having sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes.

He struck some classic James Bond poses, and Ange said from behind him, "That's very handsome, but we're almost at the station, Mingfei, you should pack up quickly."

Lu Mingfei then put on his morning suit and pulled out a sharp weapon from the lining of his bulky down jacket.

Seven Deadly Sins. Lust.

It was a wakizashi, only fifty centimeters long including the handle, and was easy to conceal.

Many people think that this weapon is only used for suicide by disembowelment, but this is not the case. The real meaning of wakizashi is to break armor. In the midst of swords and sabers, this weapon hidden close to the body can sometimes have miraculous effects.

Angé was quite stunned as he watched Lu Mingfei fix his lust to his spine, so that he could only stand or sit straight like a gun, but the cold murderous intent seeped out from every finger and even every inch of the boy's skin.

"It's a good thing to be vigilant..." Angé covered his face.

He actually brought a weapon, the folding knife that cut the tendons of Norton's right hand during the battle, the blade that penetrated the Philosopher's Stone, a dangerous dragon-slaying sword.

Lu Mingfei touched his hair, feeling a little embarrassed. "I'm used to it, I'm used to it. But I guess I won't need that thing anymore."

He put on his velvet coat and followed Ange out.

The side door of the Chicago train leads to a narrow road with snow piled up like walls on both sides of the road. The wind and snow have stopped, and the sun hangs low above the horizon, with sunlight diffused on the edge of the sky.

A black extended Lincoln was parked on the side of the road. The driver's window was rolled down, revealing the expressionless face of a young man wearing sunglasses.

This face once caused girls to scream at Shilan Middle School.

I also had a similar experience at Kassel College.

Because he is...

"Senior Brother?" Lu Mingfei was shocked.

"Get in the car." Chu Zihang had a blank expression on his face, and it looked like he had used the air conditioning too much.

"Zihang happened to be on a mission in Chicago a few days ago. He was originally scheduled to return to the academy in the early morning, but I kept him here temporarily. It was just in time for him to attend the event with us."

Lu Mingfei sat in the passenger seat, while the principal sat in the back seat.

"Brother, you also brought a knife." Lu Mingfei was delighted.

The long sword named Murasame was inserted into the slot of Chu Zihang's umbrella. The sword was in a long black bag, with only the metal handle exposed. He looked like a killer who roamed the world alone.

"It's required by the mission." Chu Zihang was still as calm as ever. He would never use two sentences if a problem could be solved with just one sentence.

The destination is a suburban manor, which is quaint and elegant. Standing in front of this building makes people feel like they have gone back sixty years.

The men in black morning suits politely opened the car door and immediately stretched out their slender wrists in white velvet long gloves, with clever silver watches worn outside the gloves. The men held the hands and lightly pulled out the modern girl wrapped in mink and veil, her slender heels stepping on the ground and her calves stretching out graceful arcs.

This is a gathering of some upper-class people limited to a certain number of people.

Usually at such gatherings, people rarely talk about business, and their appreciation and understanding of collectibles and art far outweigh the pursuit of money.

There were even white peacocks raised inside the manor. For a moment, Lu Mingfei felt that he was probably going to visit a senior member of the British royal family.

The hunchbacked old man, wearing a traditional American morning suit, stood in front of the manor gate, shaking hands with the guests one by one, acting like a host.

There was no security check here, and Chu Zihang went in openly carrying the knife bag. On the contrary, it was a bit redundant for Lu Mingfei to hide it.

Many people knew Ange, young or old, and the men came up to him one by one to talk to him.

Lu Mingfei suddenly realized that it was no wonder that no security measures were needed here.

This is a dragon's nest!

What kind of stupid idiot would come here to cause trouble.

There were also many people who knew Lu Mingfei, but when he and Chu Zihang stood side by side, both had cold faces, looking like two real killers, so not many people dared to come up and say hello.

"Brother, do you know where this place is?" Lu Mingfei lowered his voice.

The principal disappeared shortly after entering the manor. To be honest, as the owner of time zero, if the principal wanted to leave quietly, no one would be able to discover him.

"I don't know, but the old man at the door is Han Gao, the leader of the North American mixed-race people." Chu Zihang has been in the North American Executive Department for many years and is familiar with the situation here.

Perhaps they arrived too late, Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang had missed a lot of things. At this time, the morning activities, or daytime activities, were beginning in the manor.

It turned out to be a gambling game at one table after another.

Under the brilliant crystal chandelier, the card game had already begun. Waitresses as pretty as dolls were shuttling back and forth, serving lobster sashimi and champagne to the guests.

There is also strong vodka available on the table next to you. In addition, you can also see brandy, Lao Baigan, and even Red Star Erguotou. The bartender is always ready to make a cocktail that suits your taste. The wall of crystal wine glasses behind him reflects bright light.

Under the crimson curtains, the guests chatted in low voices, the girls' sequined eye makeup and the boys' family crest rings were all brighter than crystals.

The girls were sitting at the table playing cards. When they saw Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang, they gave them a wink and blew them a kiss.

Chu Zihang looked straight ahead, while Lu Mingfei was trembling with fear.

They walked up to the bartender, and Lu Mingfei tapped the table with his right index finger, "Please give me a martini, and give Mr. Chu a glass of hot milk."

He didn't know much about cocktails, but he knew about martinis because he had seen 007 drink it.

Chu Zihang took the extra-large cup of hot milk from the bartender with a sullen face, and continued to drink with Lu Mingfei with another sullen face.

Lu Mingfei strolled in the hall with a martini in hand. The place was much larger than it looked at first glance. The designer who participated in the construction of this place must have been a master of space utilization. Every door opened revealed a completely different interior.

Kitchen, arcade, basketball court and so on.

There was even a maid cafe. As soon as the boys walked in, girls dressed in lolita came up to them and said welcome back their masters. Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang were surrounded by the colorful and delicate girls. Their faces and collars were covered with lipstick marks, so they had no choice but to run away.

This feast is incredible. It can satisfy all human desires. You can make any request you can think of to any person or object you see.

The taste and style of the North American hybrids were so high that they simply blinded Chu Zihang, a second-generation rich Chinese.

As for Lu Mingfei, this poor second-generation guy, his eyes were fucking burned through.

The two men came to a gambling table and sat down. Before entering here, Angers gave Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang each a Citibank black card secondary card. Theoretically, they could use the principal's credit points unlimitedly.

The table was filled with handsome young people, the boys were smoking cigars and the girls were wearing ten-centimeter high heels. Each of them looked like the crown prince or princess of some country. Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang, who had few decorations on their clothes, seemed a little out of place.

They were playing blackjack, and the player's goal was to get closer to 21 points than the dealer's hand, but not exceed it. It was simple and quick, and in each hand, pure gold chips worth tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of dollars would be pushed in front of the winner.

A German girl in a black dress and black hair had incredibly good luck, and the other guests were completely suppressed. Lu Mingfei couldn't help but applaud her.