Dragon Tribe: Still Thinking Until Now

The girl looked at him with seductive eyes, lifted her skirt and greeted Lu Mingfei with court etiquette. This girl must be a descendant of a royal family who had drifted to America.

Lu Mingfei smiled, and he and Chu Zihang looked at each other.

The senior brother immediately understood and left with his long knife. A cold-blooded killer should do the job of a cold-blooded killer. He would search every room here and remember every passage. Chu Zihang and Lu Mingfei were not used to fighting unprepared battles.

In fact, they have fought many similar battles, and many of them seemed to be won, but in the end they found that they had lost everything.

The gambling atmosphere was very relaxed, with millions of US dollars being thrown around casually as if the money was worthless.

Soon, another young man with a hairstyle like a flamingo came to the gambling table. His card skills were unexpectedly good, and with one move he cut off the girl's winning streak, and everyone around cheered.

But the girl was not angry. It seemed that hundreds of thousands or even millions of dollars were just small things that she could throw away at will.

Lu Mingfei thought about the evil capitalism.

In fact, the principal's black card would allow him to squander like this, but the old man certainly wouldn't want to receive a gambling bill of tens of millions when he returns.

Lu Mingfei never trusted his luck.

He also didn't trust Chu Zihang.

The young waitress came up behind Lu Mingfei, leaned over and spoke into his ear, her breath sweet as orchid, "Hello, Mr. Lu, the host here would like to invite you to chat for a few minutes."

Lu Mingfei's eyes narrowed slightly.

The owner here is Henkel, the leader of the North American mixed-race society.

But he didn't refuse.

A war was bound to come, forcing him to gain more forces to participate.

Lu Mingfei followed the beautiful girl into a room with only a sofa and curtains. A hunchbacked old man named Han Gao was sitting under an oil painting depicting the scenery of Chicago in 1950.

Before he entered the room, he saw Chu Zihang following him quietly, and now he was probably holding the hilt of the knife, ready to rush in at any time.

He regards Lu Mingfei as his younger brother, even though Lu Mingfei is probably even stronger than him now, but an older brother is born to protect his younger brother, no matter how strong he is.

Lu Mingfei sat down opposite the old man. The girl left quietly and locked the door when she went out.

Han Gao had an inexplicable smile on his face. He stared at Lu Mingfei closely, gazing into his dark eyes. After about half a minute, Han Gao nodded slightly. "He is indeed a boy with a lion in his eyes," he said.

“Did you ask for the lion’s opinion before you said this?” Lu Mingfei smiled. He didn’t mind making a little joke.

He looked playful, but actually there was a great deal of caution hidden in his eyes.

Han Gao is definitely not just an ordinary old man, as he is able to become a leader in a mixed-race society.

It is never shameful to be on guard against such people.

Chapter 80 Han Gao

"Ange doesn't like North American hybrids to contact you. This is a rare opportunity. He is not with you and is not within my sight. This manor is completely isolated from the outside world and will not be monitored by your artificial intelligence secretary Norma." Henkel shook the ice in the heavy glass in his hand.

It was vodka from Moscow and the solid ice from the northernmost part of Siberia thousands of years ago. The years were stirred in his hands.

"You want to meet me alone, but I don't know how I can help you. The power of the North American hybrids is not inferior to that of the secret party, and you are the leader of this society. This is your territory. Even if all the elite members of the executive department are transferred here, they will not be able to break through the defense of the manor." Lu Mingfei said.

"Some things are extremely precious and have never appeared in the world of hybrids. They only exist in legends." Han Gao said slowly, "Mr. Lu, you have a partial ownership of something that we need."

"I own part of the shares?" Lu Mingfei was stunned for a moment, then he laughed softly, "You mean... the Dragon Bone Cross?"

"Yes, after the death of the great King of Bronze and Fire, his power and spirit were gathered into a cross skeleton. We call it the Dragon Bone Cross. All the hybrids in the world are eyeing it. You can't protect it with just the board of directors of Kassel College and those outdated elders." Han Gao also laughed. His left hand was under the table, but his right hand took out a sheepskin envelope from his arms and pushed the envelope along the table to Lu Mingfei.

“It’s going to be a fair trade.”

Lu Mingfei opened the envelope and took out a blank check from the Bank of Zurich, with no number filled in the amount column.

It was indeed the legendary thing. Lu Mingfei had seen it in novels before. The domineering president threw a blank check in front of the heroine with a snap, lifted the girl's chin with his fingertips, with three parts of domineering, three parts of deep, three parts of cold and a bit of contempt on his face, and then said something very domineering like "Woman, you have caught my attention. Take this check, fill in a number at random, and follow me from now on."

Lu Mingfei was happy.

"What does this mean?" he asked.

Han Gao crossed his hands and propped his elbows on the table. His face was three parts domineering, three parts deep, three parts cold, and one part arrogant. His eyes were deep ice blue. He said, "As you can see, this is a check jointly undertaken by all the famous families in the entire North American mixed-race society. You can fill in any number on it, as long as it gives me and my friends some small rewards..."

"for example……?"

"Convince Kassel College to share the power brought by the Dragon Cross with us." Han Gao's voice was extremely persuasive.

The North American mixed-bloods are one of the most powerful mixed-blood groups in the world today. As long as you can help us achieve our goals, you will get more than just this tiny, insignificant amount of money. We will share everything we can have, wealth, power, strength, and..."

Han Gao's voice became lower and lower until it was completely drowned in his throat. His Adam's apple moved and the sound of him swallowing saliva was so loud that it could be heard clearly throughout the room.

This was because while he was talking, Lu Mingfei had already taken out a pen from the pencil case on the table and began to fill in the numbers on the check with great interest.

Han Gao watched the vampire-like little guy fill in more than thirteen nines on the paper before he finally stopped writing with a feeling of being unsatisfied.

"Thank you for your patronage. I will definitely deliver the North American hybrid's copy of the Dragon Bone Cross intact to your mansion!" Lu Mingfei was beaming with joy.

He slid the check back along the table. "Old man, can you help me check if there is anything else I need to fill out, such as time or signature? I have never used a check before."

The corner of Han Gao's eye twitched. Lu Mingfei filled in a price that even someone like him would never accept. The total GDP of that string of numbers was equivalent to the total GDP of several states in the United States. It was a terrifying amount of money, enough to build several fully staffed and fully loaded nuclear aircraft carrier fleets.

If he has several nuclear aircraft carrier formations, why would he need a dragon cross? Wouldn't it be better to just bomb wherever there are dragon ruins? The third generation, second generation, and first generation are all trash in front of a full nuclear aircraft carrier formation.

The old man silently took back the check, nodded frequently and said something like "Well, I'll take the check back and discuss it with my friends. It may be able to pass the resolution. Mr. Lu, just wait for our good news."

Lu Mingfei curled his lips.

He does have a certain ownership and control over Norton's Dragon Cross. This is because he is completely different this time from the last time. If a person who kills a king does not have absolute power, then the powerful people in the secret party will pounce on him like hyenas on the African plains and frantically snatch the king's relics.

But if the person who killed the king himself possessed power close to the king, everyone would politely sit back at the conference table and beg the hero who assassinated the king to let some gold flow from between his fingers so that everyone could share it.

Of course Lu Mingfei cannot suppress everyone, but anyone who wants to touch Norton has to ask for his opinion.

He kept the Dragon Bone Cross because he had more important things to do. The secret party could certainly use part of it, but only part of it. The vast majority of the rest had to be sealed in the ice cellar.

And Henkel and his friends...

Chicago is their territory, but when Lu Mingfei was fighting with Norton at Six Flags, he only received support from the academy. The North American hybrids had so many forces in this city, but he didn't see a single one.

This is a group of thorough businessmen. Lu Mingfei respects the warriors and hopes to win them over.

But the contact just now made him realize that Henkel and Ange were not the same kind of people, and they were not destined to become an iron-clad alliance.

"The secret party excluded us from the group that was going to divide up the dragon's remains. This is not good news for anyone." Han Gao said dimly, "Since we can't reach a consensus on Norton's dragon bone cross, perhaps we can discuss the deal over the corpses of the two second-generation species."

He slid over a black card again.

Citibank bank card.

"There is $100 million in this card. All we have to do is participate in the secret party's research on the next-generation corpses and share the research results." Henkel said, with a cunning light in his eyes.

He was indeed an old fox. He had probably guessed long ago that he could not get the dragon bones of the first generation, so his initial target was only the two second generation ones.

Honestly, that number surprised even Lu Mingfei. Han Gao was quite generous. It might be a pipe dream to get a complete second-generation corpse, but it was too generous just to participate in the research.

But Lu Mingfei pushed the black card back.

Han Gao's eyes narrowed.

He did not take back the Citibank black card with $100 million in it, but instead stared into Lu Mingfei's eyes.

"Not enough?" Han Gao suddenly smiled, "Business, we can talk about it."

"I can give you more, but I probably don't need that much money." Lu Mingfei shrugged, "Dragon Corpse, I think I can make a profit for you."

Han Gao sat up straight. He liked this child more than Ange.

Because the latter is a pure avenger, he only thinks about destroying the dragon clan and is not willing to compromise with anyone.

Lu Mingfei is a man with desires. As long as he has desires, he can make deals. If he can make deals, he is still a human being, not something like a dragon.

Sometimes Ange made him feel like he was facing a dragon. The feeling was dangerous and terrifying, as if he would be killed by the angry creature at any time.

Henkel lit a cigar for himself and poured a glass of vodka for Lu Mingfei.

The old man nodded. "I asked for your help, and I am ready to give you more in return. You can just tell me what you want and show me your cards. You are not a businessman, so we will not talk business as businessmen, but as hybrids."

Lu Mingfei held up two fingers and said, "Two things. As long as you can do them, I will give you the most second-generation corpses I can. The first thing is to find those individuals and organizations that frequently do business with the Japanese Snake Eight Clan and the Ghost Clan. I want their list."

"Sure. The people who have more dealings with the Japanese are actually the Mexican mixed-race people. We can penetrate into their sphere of influence." Henkel agreed.

"The second thing."

Lu Mingfei also sat up straight. In fact, he had always been very straight because lust was sticking to his spine, which prevented him from bending over.

But now suddenly a murderous intent flashed from his eyes. The murderous intent was not directed at Han Gao, but it made Han Gao unable to help but clench the hand he had hidden under the table.

His words were holy judgment, and relying on these words, he even almost killed Angers once.

"When I want to kill someone, I hope to have your full support." Lu Mingfei said slowly. He picked up the glass of vodka and the ice cubes hit the wall of the glass, making a crisp sound.

Henkel didn't say anything, he just held the cigar in his mouth, the end of the cigar became shorter and shorter, and the embers fell bit by bit.

"Excuse me, who do you want to kill?" He stubbed out his cigar on the table.

"Humans are not dragons, nor are they something that cannot be provoked," said Lu Mingfei.

"Japanese?"

"Yes."

"Is it related to the Eight Snake Clans or the Fierce Ghost Clan?"

"Yes."

"Deal." Han Gao finally nodded heavily. He laughed heartily. Although he looked a little hunched due to calcium loss, this guy was essentially a killer from the same era as Ange. He finally pulled his hand out from under the table, raised his glass, and drank the vodka in it together with Lu Mingfei.

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When Lu Mingfei returned to the hall outside, the gambling had already reached a fever pitch.

Young people from various prominent families were always drinking and betting heavily, with the winnings and losses rising from hundreds of thousands to millions per bet.

Behind them are usually huge capital empires, and they don't care about these small amounts of money.

Those who lost all their chips were drinking and talking loudly on the sofa next to them, while the winners continued to fight at the gambling table. The tiny white particles of cigars and cigarettes slowly floated up, making people feel like they were in a fog.

At the gambling table that Lu Mingfei had just left, the elegant card game turned into a fierce dice game. The German-American girl in black clothes and black skirt, with her ivory-like arms bare, was shaking the dice clock, making it clatter, and she was just about to step on the gambling table.

Chu Zihang was also standing by the table watching with a focused expression. He was holding the cup of hot milk and drinking it sip by sip, with Murasame slung across his back.

Lu Mingfei was about to pull Chu Zihang back from the gambling table, but was stopped by someone from behind.

It turned out to be Angers.