Man in Marvel: The Manifestation of the Gods

"That's right. Look, the boss of the Neon Branch is treating us to a meal. By the way, Caesar plans to have a sparring match with the deputy director of the Neon Branch, the director of the Executive Bureau, Yuan Zhisheng."

It was very quiet on both sides.

Including Rody, everyone was listening to Rody making a phone call...feeling a little embarrassed for some reason.

At this moment, Frost Gattuso, the handsome Italian man in a white suit who was sitting opposite Angers, suddenly widened his eyes.

"What did you say? Caesar wants to spar with the Neon branch?"

"...Who is this?"

There was a slight smile on Angers' face. Roddy clearly knew Frost Gattuso, and it was Frost who asked for closer surveillance and inspection of everyone coming out of the Beijing subway station, but Angers refused.

Now pretending not to know him was just a slap in Frost's face. Sure enough, Frost's face suddenly turned dark.

"Caesar, please be aware of your identity and do not escalate the conflict..."

He wanted to borrow Roddy's phone to say something, maybe he was worried that Caesar might get into danger after fighting with someone?

But he was interrupted by Ange, who gently hummed and said that he was eating, it was good to eat, then you guys play, have fun.

Then he hung up the phone!

After hanging up the phone, the warm smile on Angers' face disappeared, and he looked at the directors around him who turned their heads to look at him.

"My students have already begun to crack down on those disobedient members of the Neon Branch according to the wishes of the Secret Party. What do you think? What do you plan to say now?"

This was an accountability meeting for Angers sending Roddy, Chu Zihang and Caesar to Neon to carry out the mission.

"You want my students to fight to the death on the dragon-slaying battlefield, but you don't trust them and treat heroes as prisoners. Why don't you try what it feels like to face the Dragon King? I can understand them. I have faced the Dragon King before, remember!"

Ange's calm words caused the meeting room to fall into silence.

Indeed, the students were clearly fighting desperately to slay the dragon, being sent to the battlefield non-stop, time and time again, but they began to wonder why these students were lucky enough to survive, whether they had betrayed humanity, or whether they were in danger of losing control... Speaking of which, even the capitalists would have to call them cold-blooded.

Even Frost, who had always been complaining, now kept his mouth shut, or perhaps muted it, because it was obvious that he was talking to someone, but you couldn't hear what he was saying.

Finally, Ange stood up, straightened his clothes, walked through the shadows cast by several school directors, walked through the dark conference room, and headed towards the door.

"Remember, everyone - the hope of the mixed-blood forces to unite lies in the new generation."

"We must have enough trust in our students."

“Waiting and hoping they’ll bring us victory.”

Chapter 270 I'm fighting here, what? There's a new guy!

Wait for Ange to cut the Gordian knot and leave.

I heard the sound of Ange's footsteps completely disappear.

In the conference room.

The school directors from other secret party families looked around.

One of the young men, who looked a bit feminine, had obvious resentment on his face and said with a disdainful curl of his lips.

"Another escape for Ange?"

Obviously, the situation is becoming increasingly tense.

The secret party began to feel dissatisfied with the secret party's behavior of always holding back and refusing to give up the dragon-slaying weapon in its hands - Kassel Academy.

"Watch your words, Mr. Wixon. You are evaluating the number one hybrid today. If you don't have the strength to defeat the Dragon King, you should call him Mr. Ange or Mr. Principal."

At this time, the very beautiful girl from a French mixed-race family sitting next to Ange became cold and stood on Ange's side without hesitation.

Scold this rude guy.

And Frotz Gattuso, who had always wanted to replace the disobedient Angers with a puppet that could be controlled, stood up with a frown.

The important thing now is not to suppress Angers, but what Rody just revealed, that Caesar is going to fight with someone.

"That's it for now, everyone. On behalf of the Gattuso family, I propose that we put this matter aside for now and discuss it again after this team completes their mission and returns."

After saying that, Frost stood up and left without even looking back.

He needed to find every possible way to understand Caesar's battle with the deputy director of the Neon branch.

As Gattuso's future successor, Caesar is placed with high hopes, and even has the ambition to control the world in a new world without dragons.

Caesar is still too young. He cannot lose, absolutely not, because the King of Heroes is invincible. But now that things have come to this, Frost needs to go back and discuss what to do next. It would be best to recall Caesar from Neon.

And Frost left.

The accountability meeting against Angers naturally fell through due to the absence of two main characters, and other secret party members also left one after another.

Calm gradually returned to the meeting room.

But it is more like the silence before the storm before a bigger crisis emerges.

The Dragon King is like a sword hanging over the heads of the mixed-blood forces, and they can't help but be nervous.

Unfortunately, these mixed-bloods who claimed to be from the dragon-slaying family still hadn't realized the truth.

Or not daring to admit something.

Their power comes from the dragon clan, so why should they use the power of the dragon clan to compete with the Dragon King?

In the future, these guys who call themselves chess players will find out that they are just chess pieces, ants in the eyes of the Dragon King.

...

And what about Rody?

After he hung up the phone, he still waved to the heads of the eight Sheqi families who were staring at him in front of him with a smile, indicating that they could continue.

But it was obvious that the call he just made was heard by the people from the Eight Clans of Sheqi, so naturally they had to respond.

"Is it Principal Ange who called?"

Tachibana Masamune on the stage asked the question gently, and it seemed that he was very familiar with Ange, but in fact, he had only come to Neon and become the patriarch of the Snake Eight Families for more than ten years.

"Yes, the principal asked me to give his regards to you all."

Rody smiled brightly, and at the same time glanced at Caesar, who had a gloomy expression, and signaled to him: "Also, the principal told you to beat up that guy, otherwise don't say you are his student..."

Caesar: "..."

Chu Zihang: "..."

Roddy, are you thinking they are all deaf? The principal never said this. You must have made it up.

Yuan Zhisheng swept his eyes over Rody. Perhaps in his eyes, only Rody, whose power was so terrifying that it was inhuman, could be considered his opponent.

"Come on, let's make quick work of it."

Yuan Zhisheng said so, very arrogantly.

"Swords have no eyes. Mr. Caesar, do you remember the notice you signed? If I accidentally do something irreversible, I will personally send your body back."

This seemingly warning sentence did not make Caesar feel any fear. On the contrary, he was a little surprised, and nodded with an expression of "I didn't expect you to be so considerate? I'd be disrespectful to refuse it."

"That would be great."

Let's get started quickly, he can't wait any longer.

Facing this nobleman who seemed to have no idea what fear was, Yuan Zhisheng felt his forehead throbbing and didn't want to say anything more.

Turning around, facing the luggage of César Gattuso standing in the center.

His whole temperament suddenly changed. Yuan Zhisheng hated trash and incompetent people the most. Since Caesar said so, let him see how strong he is!

So Yuan Zhisheng placed his hand on the sword at his waist, gripping the hilt with his five fingers, staring at the "enemy" and paying attention to Caesar's every move.

Yuan Zhisheng is now full of vigor and vitality!

The cold air gradually spread, just like a clear night suddenly becoming quiet and a storm was about to sweep over the place.

"Kassel Neon Branch, Yuan Zhisheng!"

I saw Yuan Zhisheng bowing slightly to me.

Originally standing there enjoying the gazes from all around, as if he was born to be on the stage, Caesar, who was the center of attention, put away the pride on his face.

Get serious.

He imitated Yuan Zhisheng's posture and lowered his head slightly to express his respect for his opponent.

"Kassel College, Class 07 student Caesar Gattuso."

...

The atmosphere in the hall became increasingly tense, and no one spoke.

The first collision between the two is about to occur.

Rody became interested.

He picked up the sake in front of him and took a sip, while Chu Zihang stared at Yuan Zhisheng's changing aura without blinking.

Is this the aura of the new generation leader of the Neon branch?

As expected of the royal bloodline.

Now Yuan Zhisheng is like a wild beast that crouches down, ready to deliver a fatal blow at any time, making people afraid and terrified.

If someone has a weak psychological endurance, he or she may be frightened and at a loss.

And Caesar's eyes became fanatical.

That’s enough power!

If he could defeat the best of Japan's younger generation, wouldn't it be a great addition to his resume, which is already brilliant enough but not particularly impressive?

Caesar was intrigued!

He never thought that he would lose.

So with an indomitable spirit, he raised the sharp sword in his hand towards Yuan Zhisheng.

"bring it on!"

...

Yuan Zhisheng observed Caesar's aura.