Lu Mingfei, who had read Dragon Clan before slaying the dragon

"Beautiful lady!" Finkel waved, whispering to the stewardess with a towering bun whom he had been eyeing. "It's a long, long night. Are you bored too? Do you have a cold beer? I can chat with you. We can talk all night long. It's free!"

The stewardess who was doing her routine inspection was stunned for a moment, then walked towards Finger and smiled: "But I'm very expensive, what should I do, handsome?"

"Hey, to be honest, we're actually going to do something big this time!" Finkel lowered his voice and pointed at Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang who were sleeping beside him. "The Men in Black know about this, right? The Avengers know about this, right? We're pretty much the same as them. Now that you're chatting with me, you'll be credited with saving the world!"

"Save the world? Oh, are you talking about going to China to BJ and slay the dragon?" the flight attendant asked casually.

"Huh?" Finkel was dumbfounded. He vaguely saw a hint of strong golden color leaking from the corner of the stewardess's eyes where her colored contact lenses were not covered.

"Look behind you." The stewardess pointed toward the back of the plane. Finger followed the direction of her finger, turned his head mechanically, and looked back.

Under the dim spotlight, pairs of bright golden lights flickered like rows of ancient candles, and even the half-closed eyes of the sleeping old man occasionally revealed a faint golden light. A naughty child seemed to have noticed Finkel's gaze, raised his head, glanced at him and made a face, with the gold in his eyes as strong as champagne illuminated by a gas lamp!

"Don't you know? Everyone on this plane has the same goal as you, the dragon 'Fenrisulfr'." The stewardess's gentle voice sounded, and she touched Finger's head. "How cute, a naive handsome guy."

A Boeing 747-400, loaded with hundreds of hybrids, departed from Chicago for Beijing, China's capital. Meanwhile, countless planes loaded with hybrids took off from all corners of the world, like moving dragon nests, heading towards the same point in the vast world!

……

A white Gulfstream business jet flew over the Arctic Circle. Not far away, Nono and Xia Mi's breathing gradually became soothed and steady, and the two girls finally fell asleep.

Caesar opened his eyes in the dark, turned over and got up, stepping lightly on his slippers. The whole process made almost no noise, like a nimble squirrel.

He glanced down at his watch, the luminous hands swinging in the darkness. He had deliberately adjusted the time to BJ's time zone when taking off. The time displayed at this moment was six o'clock in the morning in BJ. It should be dawn. They were below the Arctic Circle, and outside the plane window was still pitch black like an eternal night.

Everything on this Gulfstream was adapted to his preferences: warm lights, a comfortable mattress, constant temperature and oxygen, but for some reason he found it difficult to fall asleep in this familiar environment. He felt uneasy, as if something bad was approaching him.

His intuition was always accurate, but he wasn't sure whether this so-called "bad thing" was something bad that was about to happen... or some dangerous guy.

He shook his head, as if trying to get rid of the uneasy feeling in his mind. He found it difficult to fall asleep, so he took out his laptop from the drawer, plugged it into the charger, and the network was automatically matched.

In the pitch darkness, a faint white light shone on Caesar's face. He dragged the computer page to a frequently visited website in his favorites, and the mouse arrow hovered over the URL. He held his breath and glanced back at Nuonuo and Xia Mi in the corner. The two girls had calm smiles on their faces, and they seemed to be still immersed in a beautiful dream.

Caesar clicked the mouse, turned his head, and a familiar page flashed by. The black background of the Hunter website was like a black hole, swallowing up the last ray of light in the cabin. Almost no one knew Caesar Gattuso's other identity - a bounty hunter.

Hunter information on the Hunter website was kept strictly confidential, even by the Gattuso family and Kassel Academy. Therefore, Caesar had kept this one of his few secrets to this day. Unlike Kassel Academy's Night Watcher forum, where every ID could be tracked, it was quite possible that some family leaders would post under a more common ID.

Caesar's Hunter identity dates back to before he even entered Kassel Academy. At fifteen, he acquired the "Hunter Market" ID: "Governor of Gaul," a reference to the historical Gaul conquests of Caesar. He used the Hunter website simply because he found the aristocratic high school curriculum too boring. Young men always sought thrilling adventures and mysteries, but back then, he didn't understand the darkness lurking behind the Hunter website... He still doesn't understand it now, but he's heard people from the Executive Department talk about it. From the few adjectives they used, one could sense their awe and... fear of this sinister website.

Caesar noticed the eye-catching Dragon King bounty post at a glance. It was pinned at the top of the entire website, and the post was still filled with nearly ten thousand replies. Leaving aside some hunter IDs that had disappeared or been dormant for many years, this number almost represented the total number of all active users, most of whom were half-bloods.

Caesar scrolled down the post to the bottom, quickly scanning through every reply and filtering out the spam. Most of the replies were useless, questioning the rumors or speculating on the number of hybrids who had participated in the dragon slaying. While a hundred million dollars was certainly a high bounty, it was nothing to some of the larger families in the hybrid world—just enough to fund a charity gala. Many of them willingly joined the dragon battle for other interests.

Some frustrated candidates for heirs want to gain the recognition of their families, and the feat of slaying the Dragon King would undoubtedly be the best proof; more families want the Dragon Bone Cross, which is the most precious treasure after the death of the Dragon King. It contains the spirit of a Dragon King, from which the extremely refined Philosopher's Stone can be extracted.

Suddenly, Caesar's gaze fixed on an unanswered reply: "Dragon King related items, two hundred thousand US dollars, payable in cash."

Logically speaking, this reply, like those advertisements, is mostly a scam. After all, this website is notorious for being a mixed crowd, and it's not surprising to see all kinds of people. Selling things related to the Dragon King... sounds like a fairy tale, an inexperienced scammer.

But Caesar couldn't stop feeling something was off. His finger felt like it was glued to the mouse, refusing to move. He patiently reread the post several times, chewing over every sentence and word, but still couldn't find anything wrong. Perhaps he wasn't getting enough sleep, his brain was starving for oxygen, Caesar thought. He decided to skip this reply and see if he could find any useful information among the few remaining replies.

It was not until Caesar took an unconscious glance that he was stunned. He finally realized that he was not neurotic, and the strong sense of awkwardness was not hidden in the content of the post.

He scrolled down, finding that most user IDs were a string of numbers, or a common animal followed by a string of gibberish. IDs on hunter websites were unique, and short ones were often already registered, so neat and tidy IDs were rare. His "Governor of Gaul" was short enough to be unusual.

But compared to him, the ID of this respondent is even creepy simple.

"Phoenix".

Chapter 149 The Century Meeting between Old Tang and Finger

"Phoenix?"

These two characters were gently uttered from Caesar's mouth, wandering back and forth in the huge cabin, like a lingering ghost.

The word "Phoenix" is also quite commonly used abroad. Translated from Chinese, it refers to an immortal bird that will be reborn after death.

The mere presence of this ID among the many responders was highly unusual. Caesar had never seen it before, but common IDs like "Phoenix" should have been deactivated long ago. It had been missing for years, yet suddenly reappeared under the Dragon King thread, like a veritable online ghost.

Did the ghost appear at such a sensitive time just to peddle false information?

Caesar clicked on "Phoenix"'s profile. There were no posts, the only update being the one he'd just posted, like a newly registered user. However, Phoenix retained some details, such as its registration date. It was registered twenty-three years ago, back when the global internet was still in its infancy, home computers were still relatively new, and the Hunter Market was probably still in beta. Yet, this ID had already been registered then, making it the seventh ID registered there.

Twenty-three years ago? Caesar was stunned. How old is this person now?

Caesar pondered for a moment and sent an internal email to Phoenix. Then he closed all pages, cleared his history, and closed his computer.

The cabin fell into a deadly darkness again.

The uneasiness didn't dissipate, instead it surged even more intensely within him. Caesar glanced back. The black boxes given by the Equipment Department lay quietly at the tail of the plane, like silent black coffins. The item specially given to him by the Deputy Minister of Equipment also lay quietly inside, emitting a faint red glow.

He felt inexplicably depressed, so he stood up, walked to the porthole, and looked down.

The thick black clouds were dispersed by the massive Gulfstream business jet, its glimmering red signal lights illuminating the sky like a boiling, roiling sea of ​​blood. Caesar stared for a long moment, the uneasiness still lingering in his heart. He retreated to the bar, preparing to make himself an iced Americano to refresh himself.

Just as Caesar withdrew his gaze, the sea of ​​clouds boiled more violently, and black shadows blew away the clouds and rose up, silently following the Gulfstream plane. The flashing red lights shone on them, and their claws and fangs flashed blood-red light.

Beneath the clouds, a crack appeared on the surface of a massive Arctic ice floe, and similar dark figures emerged from within, their heavy impact shattering the ice during takeoff. Swarms of dark figures trailed the business jet like a formation of fighter jets.

The black shadows formed a large shadow that covered the sky, like a group of bloodthirsty ghosts.

……

BJ International Airport.

Today, the first flight from North America to China arrived, carrying a full tour group. The airport had urgently opened new immigration gates, but the lines were still long. These enthusiastic white and black people had no choice but to wait in an orderly manner. They all seemed well-mannered... except for a few who were making a lot of noise inside.

"Hey, there are so many people. Are these guys traveling to China in groups?" Finkel looked over and with his extraordinary altitude, he saw a sea of ​​black heads overhead.

He had hoped to catch a glimpse of a pretty girl to help him pass the boring line, but his gaze instead fixed on a cheerful-looking guy. He had a distinctly Asian face, but his English was fluent, with a distinctly American accent. He yelled, "Excuse me," as he pushed his way through the crowded crowd.

I didn't expect that there is someone more noisy than me... Thinking of this, Finkel saw the man looking here, his eyes lit up, and his eyebrows couldn't help but raise, and then he walked straight towards here.

"Hey, Mingming! How are you doing lately?"

Lu Mingfei turned around when he heard the voice, "Old Tang! You're here!"

Looking at Old Tang, who immediately gave Lu Mingfei a warm hug, Finger couldn't help but sigh, "Junior brother, you have a wide circle of friends. You have acquaintances everywhere you go!"

"No, Mingming specifically called me here. I saw the post on the Hunter website, and one hundred million is impressive!" Old Tang let go of Lu Mingfei and shook hands with both Finger and Chu Zihang, his outgoing personality on full display. "I'm very excited! It's been a long time since I've seen such a generous bounty."

"Are you a bounty hunter?" Finkel exclaimed, looking up and down at Old Tang, his slightly furrowed brows revealing a deep disbelief.

This guy, called Old Tang, had a messy hair like a bird's nest. He wore a black vest, a black leather jacket, tight dark blue jeans, and a pair of worn black leather boots. Best of all, his jacket had a red flame pattern printed on it with large Chinese characters: "Fire Man."

This outfit doesn't make Finger look like a dragon slayer at all. He looks more like a will-o'-the-wisp boy who rides a motorcycle on the road in the middle of the night and shouts madly, "I want to conquer the world!"

"An experienced hunter." Old Tang nodded. "Even though I was advised to stay away from the hunting business, I'm just like that. I can't sit still. I've been in great shape for the past six months, traveling all over the world and completing many missions. And this mission looks interesting. Since they called me, I came along."

"Experienced? Traveled all over the world?" The doubt between Finger's brows grew stronger. He crossed his arms over his chest and looked at him with scrutiny. "Where have you been?"

"Hmm, let me think about it... Death Valley on the Kamchatka Peninsula. Kamchatka means the Faraway Place in Russian. The deep pits there are filled with large amounts of hydrogen sulfide and carbon dioxide. More than 30 people die every year..."

"And then there's the Danakil Desert, famous for its violent volcanoes, scorching heat, toxic gases, and sulfur lakes. Daytime temperatures often exceed 50 degrees Celsius, rain hasn't been seen for years, and there's no water source. There's only golden sand and white salt mines. It's ranked sixth among the world's ten forbidden areas..."

"There's also Snake Island in São Paulo State, Brazil, home to the golden lancehead viper, the most venomous snake in the world. There are between two and four thousand of these snakes scattered across less than one square kilometer of land. The local government has closed off the island, so I smuggled myself there through black market merchants. After completing this mission, I even traveled through Venezuela to Cuba. The cigars and women there are incredible! I squandered all my mission pay!"

"Fuck!" Upon hearing this, Finkel couldn't help but slap his thigh, throwing all his previous doubts out of the window and exclaiming excitedly, "Cuba? Brother, you've been to Cuba? It's true... great minds think alike! I love it there too. Racing on Cuban roads, smoking cigars, with a girl sitting in the passenger seat with enough hips to hold a goblet—my ideal life! I say, brother, you've experienced so much that you could write an autobiography. You're simply the real-life Indiana Jones!"

"Damn!" Old Tang looked at Finkel and jumped up in excitement, as if he was stepping on boiling lava. "Brother, you really have a good eye for heroes! You love Indiana Jones too? He's my idol. My life goal is to be an Indiana Jones!"

"Damn!" Finkel grabbed Old Tang's hand tightly. "That's Indiana Jones, super cool! Who wouldn't love it? By the way, I also like James Bond..."

"Depend on……"

Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang were left out in the sun, completely ignored by the two. Finger and Old Tang were already arm in arm, close and intimate, like they'd met too late, like they'd finally found a soulmate... Lu Mingfei had imagined they'd get along well, but he hadn't expected them to be so... congenial, like brothers with decades of friendship.

"Isn't it too risky? Introducing a bounty hunter into our team." Chu Zihang frowned slightly.

"It's okay, Senior Brother. Old Tang is absolutely trustworthy. He's more or less familiar with the situation at Kassel Academy." Lu Mingfei whispered, "Besides, Old Tang is very powerful. His Word Spirit... like yours, is also 'Jun Yan'."

Chu Zihang was stunned as he looked at the happy-looking guy with funny eyebrows. Old Tang was bragging and chatting with Finkel and didn't notice Chu Zihang's eyes at all.

Chu Zihang retracted his gaze and said softly, "No wonder... that monster friend you once told me about, is that him?"

"And then there was the 'Flayer' incident in New York. The Executive Department still couldn't figure out why your fight with a dangerous hybrid possessing a spiritual spirit left such horrific burn marks. And none of you were carrying bombs or gunpowder. Professor Schneider even asked me specifically if those black walls and floors looked like the marks left behind by the opening of the 'Sovereign Flame' domain..." Chu Zihang glanced at Old Tang again. "He must have been responsible, he was also involved in the battle."

"As expected of you, Senior Brother. You have strong analytical skills for a science major. It would be a waste of your talent not to be a detective with such deduction skills!" Lu Mingfei praised Chu Zihang profusely and put his arm around his shoulders. "So, what did you and Professor Schneider say?"

"I don't know." Chu Zihang said lightly. He replied to Schneider with the three words "I don't know" in exactly the same tone.

"Loyal!" Lu Mingfei patted Chu Zihang's back, then he put away his playful smile and said solemnly, "Believe me, brother, Old Tang will be a huge help. After all, none of us can directly compete with a first-generation species. There is strength in numbers... Not to mention that the Dragon Kings are twins. We must prepare for the worst... It is very likely that we will face two first-generation species at the same time!"

"But do you think the academy will allow a bounty hunter of unknown origin to join our team?" Chu Zihang asked back.

"Brother, when did you ever care about the academy's opinion? Don't forget, we have the two most criminal records in the enforcement department. You've been reprimanded thirteen times, and I've been reprimanded eleven times... It's like the last-to-last student in the class saying to the second-to-last, 'Hey, it's everyone's responsibility to bring honor to the class.' Is that reasonable?"

"That makes sense." Chu Zihang compromised.

At the same time, a sky-blue Gulfstream G550 slowly descended onto the Beijing Capital Airport, skimming the deceleration runway. This was a private jet that had flown from Europe. Thirteen white seals were emblazoned on its tail, representing thirteen powerful mixed-race families in Europe. Airport staff immediately drove a ramp vehicle up to greet them. Young people descended, braving the strong wind and scorching sun. The young man in the lead, with his flamboyant red hair, looked like a flamingo reaching up to the sky.

Each of them was dressed in a suit and looked high-spirited as they walked through the crowd, attracting as much attention as if they were walking on a fashion show under the lights on the catwalk. Countless eyes fell on them, and the originally noisy waiting hall suddenly became much quieter.

Lu Mingfei and the other three in the crowd naturally noticed them. It was hard to ignore such an exaggerated appearance.

Lu Mingfei twitched his lips, thinking, is this what they call "enemies meet on a narrow road"? Could these guys also be planning to slay the Dragon King? How? Would they kill them with their rich perfume?

Finkel was stunned at first, then a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, as if he saw something interesting.

"Who are these idiots? The ones with greasy hair and powdered face?" Old Tang asked bluntly.

Perhaps it was the silence of the terminal that made Old Tang's voice stand out. In an instant, countless gazes came from all directions. Thirteen young people glanced coldly at this rude guy... However, when they saw the person next to Old Tang, they were all stunned.

"Lu Mingfei!" Neo almost squeezed out three words from between his teeth, and the look in his eyes as he looked at Lu Mingfei was so gloomy that it could ooze water.

"Do you know him?" Chu Zihang asked Lu Mingfei. He could feel the strong hatred in the other party's words... It seemed that Lu Mingfei had either stolen his wife or killed his father.

"I wouldn't call it acquaintance. It's a bit complicated to explain." Lu Mingfei sighed, "It was a while ago, when we went to pick up Xia Mi. You happily accompanied Xia Mi to Six Flags to spend some quality time together, while I was miserable accompanying Principal Ange to an auction, and this guy sat next to me."

"Then why does he look so hostile to you? Did you steal his items?" Chu Zihang was puzzled. He couldn't imagine how an auction could lead to such deep hatred.

"Well... not only that. In the dark room backstage, I publicly rejected their intention to form an alliance with the secret party. This guy spoke rudely to Ling at the auction, so I shaved his head with the principal's folding knife and threatened in front of everyone that I would beat his brains out like a fountain." Lu Mingfei scratched the back of his head.

Chu Zihang nodded, well... having his wife taken away sounds easier to accept.

"Lu Mingfei!" Neo almost growled. He pushed through the crowd angrily and walked straight towards Lu Mingfei.

"Hey, Neo, your hair has grown out!" Lu Mingfei waved enthusiastically. The other party had already called him twice, so it was impossible for him to pretend not to know him. He originally wanted to keep a low profile on this action... Beating someone up at the airport would attract the police, right?

"Hey, brother, wait a minute!" Finger's burly figure blocked Neo's way to Lu Mingfei. He leaned in front of Neo with a sly smile, "Do you remember me?"

"Who the hell are you?" Neo growled impatiently.

Chapter 150 He Saw Hell

The airport hall, teeming with people, was eerily silent. The crowd subconsciously sought to distance themselves from the impending conflict, as if being pushed away by a repulsive force, forming a vast circle. Within the circle, two vastly different groups of people stood, looking as if ready to roll up their sleeves and engage in a brawl.

Neo clearly had no impression of the guy who suddenly approached him with a sly look on his face. All his anger and attention were focused on Lu Mingfei, who was not far away. He arrogantly raised a hand and shoved it hard into Finger's face, thinking that the guy would stumble and then step over him to get to Lu Mingfei. It would be very interesting... He really looked forward to what kind of wonderful expression would appear on Lu Mingfei's face.

But an unexpected situation occurred. He had already tried very hard, but the bear-like guy in front of him was as steady as a rock, and even his head didn't move at all.

"You're kidding..." Neo muttered. He increased the strength of his arms again. Half-bloods were already much stronger than ordinary people, and his spiritual power was strength-based. Even a wall in front of him would be pushed aside.

But the guy still had a smirk on his face and didn't move.

"Damn it, what did you eat to grow up!" Just when Neo was about to light up his golden eyes regardless of the consequences, the guy in front of him finally moved... but it was not pushed by him.

"Hey, you asked the right question! KFC! I'm a loyal fan of KFC!" Finkel quickly hugged Neo's neck. The latter was stunned and tried to pry Finkel's arms open, but it was no use. This guy's arms were as hard as marble!

Neo was suddenly stunned. The smug tone, the burly physique, the strong arms, the KFC... He suddenly realized that the person in front of him seemed familiar. He seemed to have met a similar guy not long ago...

Finkel leaned over to Neo's ear and whispered, "Gonzalez kid, you're lucky there's no solid wood table here... but there are floor tiles. Aren't they the flames of the 'Gonzalez Family Flame'? How about we make a bet to see which is harder, your head or the airport's granite tiles?"

A deep fear suddenly exploded in my heart!

The figure of the guy hugging him gradually overlapped with the figure of the man who had made him lie in bed for a week. Like a nightmare, his once cracked forehead and broken cheek ached slightly, as if the nightmare had come back, and Neo's body began to tremble uncontrollably.

"I'm...I'm sorry!" Neo stuttered, and these words were almost squeezed out from between his trembling lips and teeth.

He didn't dare to meet Finger's eyes and subconsciously looked away, and then... he saw a hellish scene.

He saw the two people beside Lu Mingfei... Chu Zihang slightly pushed aside the sunglasses that covered his face, revealing his eternally extinguished golden eyes. Neo accidentally met their gaze for a moment, and the kingly pressure made him almost breathless. He looked away again, and then saw the happy guy, a fleeting golden light under his drooping eyebrows...

If meeting Chu Zihang's gaze felt like seeing a king, then meeting Old Tang was like meeting a true monarch. At that moment, it felt like a giant hand was gripping his heart. The trembling emanating from his bloodline made his legs go weak. Only instinct held him up, and his consciousness was nearly overwhelmed!

Are these guys still human?!

"Don't say anything, don't do anything, don't make any noise, you are just a mute, understand?" Finkel held up Neo's limp body and said with a smile.

"I understand... I understand!" However, in Neo's eyes at this moment, that smile looked like a devil.

"Okay, take your twelve friends and leave here smoothly. You can go visit the World Expo, the Summer Palace, etc. I hope we won't meet again in BJ." Finkel patted Neo's shoulder affectionately.

Those who didn't know would think these two guys were very close and good friends, but only Neo knew that his shoulder blade was almost dislocated by the slap from the other party. He gritted his teeth and forced himself to smile, even if it was a smile that was uglier than crying.