Starting from the Dragon Clan, it's a 50-50 split

"The college has already dispatched the Student Affairs Department, Medical Department, and Logistics Department to carry out follow-up treatment and deliver ice. It is basically impossible to capture a pure-blooded dragon of this level intact, not to mention that it is still in the process of 'cocooning'. It has very important research significance." The principal replied, and then seemed to remember something and looked at Finkel, "You..."

"So there is a bonus?" Mo Qiuran raised his face from the plate and asked as if he had heard something extraordinary.

"Bonus?" The principal was stunned.

"Yes, it has great research significance!" Mo Qiuran nodded repeatedly.

"Of course there will be. The academy never treats outstanding students unfairly. The rewards are often equal to or even exceed their contributions. And considering what you have done..." The principal smiled, "I haven't seen such an excellent battle for a long time."

"Principal, didn't you see it?" Mo Qiuran asked.

"...That's not important. Sometimes the result speaks for itself." The principal's face froze. He looked around at the people around him who were frequently looking at him. "It's still not very convenient here. You haven't had your orientation yet, right? Let's talk on the train."

Chapter 73: The Masked Man in Black Robe

"Senior, I think we should discuss the issue of profit distribution again?"

After the principal and the "Schwarzenegger" bodybuilders left, Mo Qiuran ate his steak and suddenly said, "For example, June 4th, July 3rd, or something like that?"

"The kind where I get 6 and you get 4, or I get 7 and you get 3?" Finkel asked tentatively.

"Senior, do you think I'm stupid?" Mo Qiuran tilted his head and stared at him, "Of course it's the other way around!"

"No, fifty-fifty is my bottom line!" Finkel immediately expressed his opinion, with an expression that said 'there is no room for negotiation', and then he persuaded, "Junior brother, you have to know that I, as a senior, have to pay a price for doing this kind of thing. News channels, influence, and even my reputation! I have to use these things to exchange for benefits!"

"I believe the first two more," Mo Qiuran answered after a little thought.

"I, your senior, was once a respectable man!" said Finkel.

"I've already said that it was in the past," Mo Qiuran said with a smile, "Can you please consider that I changed the subject just for you?"

"Junior, what are you talking about? I don't understand." Finkel looked confused.

"Nine-one." Mo Qiuran said.

"Wait! This span is too big!" Finkel was shocked, "June 4th at most!"

"Seventy-three." Mo Qiuran handed him a piece of steak.

"Deal!" Finkel took the steak and cut off a piece, putting it in his mouth. He stared at Mo Qiuran with indignation, "Swindler!"

"Senior, you are obviously the one who has the advantage, so there is no need to act so excited." Mo Qiuran calmly forked a piece of steak into his mouth.

"Hmph!" Finkel hummed and stopped talking.

Chu Zihang on the side was calmly grilling meat. Although he had no idea what was going on with the so-called "changing the subject" and why Mo Qiuran suddenly asked for a redistribution of benefits and Finkel agreed, based on his current personality as a "wallet that can grill meat", the right thing to do was to keep quiet.

Just ask Mo Qiuran when they are alone later.

……

In the square where the battle took place before.

Because of the need to transport away ordinary people who were hit by Frigga's bullets and fell into coma after being controlled by the pure-blooded dragon, as well as the pure-blooded dragon who was completely frozen, this place is still in a blockade state. All roads leading to here several blocks away have been blocked by the police and the army, and no one is allowed to enter or exit.

Of course, there were some people who shouted "freedom" and "I am a reporter, I went in to show the people the truth", but under the threat of the police and soldiers' black guns, they could only shout. After all, this is free America, and it is "free" to shoot.

The existence of hybrids is unknown to the general public, but is known to some high-ranking government officials of certain countries. Some of them are even hybrids themselves. Otherwise, places like Kassel Academy would have been closely watched by the FBI and the like, and there would be no police or army mobilized to help cover up the existence of the dragon race.

"This is truly the biggest scene I have ever seen since I started working here." In the square, the driver said to the sturdy man who was carrying those ordinary people.

"Who said it wasn't? The principal is here." the sturdy man replied.

"The principal is here?" The driver was stunned, then suddenly realized, "I see, that's why so many people were unconscious but no one was injured, it turns out the principal is here!"

"No, no, the principal arrived after the matter was resolved," the sturdy man lowered his voice, "Guess who dealt with the pure-blooded dragon?"

"Who is so powerful?" the driver wondered, "The ace specialist of the executive department?"

"No, it was two freshmen. To be more precise, they were two specially recruited freshmen who had not yet enrolled. They were just about to take the train, but this happened on the way!" The sturdy man's eyebrows and eyes were very expressive. "Two freshmen, one using ice and the other using fire, their cooperation was perfect! It's a pity that I was not at the scene at the time. I only heard it from a specialist I know in the Executive Department. He said that all the videos of the scene were classified as confidential and could not be shown to others... He said that it was the most fierce and crushing battle he had seen since he joined the Executive Department! What's more, it was two freshmen, it was simply outrageous!"

“So powerful?!” The driver was stunned.

"It's very powerful." said a voice.

From a third person.

"Who?" The driver and the sturdy man looked in the direction where the voice came from. The next moment they were startled and reached out to touch their waists, because they saw a man covered in a black robe, with a pale ghost mask on his face, and his eyes were burning golden pupils!

However, when they saw those golden eyes, their movements began to slow down, and finally they stopped completely. Their eyes became dull and lifeless, and then they gave up reaching for their guns and stood still.

"These series of accidents are really frustrating, but you are right, these two freshmen are indeed very strong. With such strength, it is normal for them to fail," the masked man said in a calm tone, "The place is almost full, it's time to leave."

“Yes, it’s almost time to leave,” the driver and the sturdy man nodded in response. Their controlled demeanor and tone of voice... were exactly the same as those of the ordinary people who were controlled by the pure-blooded dragon in the square before!

A truck loaded with ordinary people who were unconscious drove out of the tightly guarded area after passing through numerous inspections, and then headed straight for Kassel College. It paused halfway, and as a black figure slowly left and disappeared into the darkness, the driver and the sturdy man in the truck gradually regained their clarity and continued to drive to Kassel. In their perception, there was nothing unusual, and the masked man in the black robe seemed to have never appeared. All things were decided by themselves.

……

"Doctor, the mission failed, a complete failure, not even one ordinary person died."

In the darkness, the masked man reported respectfully in a low voice.

"How is this possible!" The doctor was shocked. "That's a genuine second-generation species! Even if its brain has been modified by me and it has lost its independent consciousness, it is definitely very powerful with your control! It has also been injected with our most perfect evolutionary drug! With our plan, Kassel Academy cannot see through it! This... Angers happened to be nearby, did he take action?"

"No, they are not..." The masked man hesitated for a moment, and finally reported, "They are two freshmen from Kassel College."

"Freshman?" The doctor repeated, feeling that there might be something wrong with his hearing.

"Yes, freshman."

"Where are the new students at this time!"

“I heard that they were specially recruited and were preparing to enter school early when they encountered this kind of thing. Their spiritual words and bloodlines are extremely powerful,” the masked man whispered.

"Damn it! Do you know what you said sounds like to me? A fairy tale! And a huge insult!" The doctor was furious. "That was our most perfect creation! Even if that second-generation species was thrown directly into the city center to revive, it would cause a horrific massacre! And you told me that after our transformation and perfect layout, it didn't even kill an ordinary person?"

Chapter 1000 CC Express

"That's the truth, Doctor. Accidents are inevitable," the masked man replied. "What should we do next?"

"...This situation reminds me of the test subject half a month ago. It was the same that time, an accident... What an accident. It was precisely because the test subject that time was solved without any performance that I asked you to arrange this experiment. The location was chosen in the city, hoping to demonstrate the power of perfect evolution with a perfect record. Only after such an achievement can our organization have enough status... As long as there are enough benefits, those guys in the secret party will even be willing to secretly support our research!" The doctor murmured.

"But...if this experiment is successful, we will become mortal enemies with Kassel College, which is supported by the secret party." The masked man said after hesitating.

"What do you think those guys in the secret party are? They are just a bunch of old scum who can give up everything for the sake of profit! What's more, they have been dissatisfied with Ange for a long time, but they can't find anyone to replace him. There is only one Ange. If my potion is successful, then I can raise the strength of the entire mixed-blood race to an unimaginable level! In that case, no matter what I have done before, they will only regard me as a savior," said the doctor, "but this experiment has failed again! This is unacceptable!"

"..." The masked man was silent. Silence was all that was needed at a time like this.

"Two special freshmen... You should come back first. We need to stay dormant for a while. Also, I need to investigate the information of these two freshmen. Their powerful abilities... I am very curious!" said the doctor, "For perfect evolution!"

"For perfect evolution!" Upon hearing this, the pale masked man with a ghost face showed fanaticism in his eyes.

……

"What the hell is going on! Has it been resolved? Are the students safe?"

Professor Guderian finally got through to Professor Schneider and asked anxiously, wiping the sweat from his smooth head.

"There was a problem, but it has been solved," Professor Schneider replied.

"Huh..." Professor Guderian finally breathed a sigh of relief. "I knew Finkel was reliable! Professor Schneider, you are even more reliable! It's normal for such an operation to have some minor accidents, right? I'm sure they can be easily resolved!"

"It was indeed a 'small' accident. It was just a pure-blooded dragon that emerged from its cocoon and revived." Professor Schneider said coldly.

"What? Pure...pure-blooded dragon clan? And they're transforming into a cocoon?! Wait, Schneider, you are kidding! This is not something to joke about!" Professor Guderian was stunned.

"Won't you know when the thing is shipped back to school?" Professor Schneider said, "Well, I still have things to deal with."

"Wait, do I still need to go for the orientation?" Professor Guderian asked subconsciously, but the next second he heard a cold laugh, followed by a dead tone on the phone.

"This..." Professor Guderian's mind went blank. What the hell was going on? He was just sending his students to pick up new students, so why did this pure-blooded dragon incident happen?

The next moment his cell phone rang. When he picked it up and saw the caller's name, he was stunned.

"School... principal?"

Professor Guderian answered the phone cautiously.

"Professor Guderian, I think you already know what happened, right?" asked the principal.

"I really didn't expect this matter to turn out like this... I am willing to take full responsibility for it!" Professor Guderian understood that something big had happened and he was absolutely to blame.

"What?" The principal was stunned.

"...What...what?" Professor Guderian realized something was wrong.

"So you didn't know yet," the principal suddenly realized. "Professor Guderian, you can go to Professor Schneider to find out the details. I called because I heard that Professor Schneider had something urgent to do, so you are the one who will be in charge of the orientation for the new students. I just happened to be here, so I will be the one to conduct the orientation later."

"Oh... okay." Professor Guderian's mind went blank again.

"It's settled then." The principal hung up the phone.

a long time.

"What exactly happened? Why did the principal go there? Could they really be pure-blooded dragons? Why is this personal entrance training?" Professor Guderian felt as if there were a hundred thousand questions lingering in his mind. The confusion made him rub his head constantly. Fortunately, he was already bald and did not have to worry about hair loss.

……

"So this is the school's exclusive train?" Mo Qiuran looked up at the church-like dome of the Chicago train station and asked.

"Yes, CC1000 Express," Finkel played with the black magnetic card with a silver lush world tree pattern printed on it. He looked very satisfied after having a good meal. "Fortunately, I am with you two this time. The class difference in the school is very obvious. When high-class students arrive at the station, there will be a train to pick them up. They can get on the train through the VIP channel. The whole process will not cause any commotion. If a low-class student like me comes alone, I will have to wait. The train arrives at the station at an irregular time. I don't know when it will arrive! The difference in treatment is like the difference between the nobles and serfs in the Middle Ages!"

"So, senior, you used to be a noble in power, how did you end up as a serf now?" Mo Qiuran asked sincerely.

"It's not important. What's important is that I was once glorious!" Finkel waved his hand, and then, perhaps because he felt that such words were too unconvincing, he changed his words and said, "I want to experience the world and the treatment gap between each class. Only in this way can I understand the huge shortcomings of this system and pave the way for my lofty ideal! That is to change the social system and eliminate the evil capitalism!"

"I think your lofty ideal is to deliberately conceal the fact that there will be a car to pick us up when we arrive at the station and then trick us into having a buffet." Mo Qiuran showed a wise look, as if he saw through everything.

"Of course not, am I that kind of person?" Finkel immediately shook his head.

"Senior, you let the cat out of the bag yourself!" Mo Qiuran scolded.

"No, no, you heard it wrong!" Finkel shook his head again and again, refusing to admit it, and immediately changed the subject, "The train is here!"

The train had indeed arrived, the sound of bells and train whistles rang out, the light of the headlights flashed on the platform, and the elevated railway cast bright sparks as the train passed by. Night had already fallen, and the CC1000 express train had just entered the station.

Chapter 75: Are there any larger pure-blooded dragons that cannot transform into humans?

As the train stopped, a dark shadow appeared at the empty ticket gate. It was a man wearing a dark green conductor's uniform, shaking a small golden bell in his hand, with a golden conductor badge on his hat, and holding a card machine in one hand.

It was around eight or nine o'clock in the evening, and the flow of people in the Chicago train station was still very large, but among so many people, not a single one of them kept their eyes on the conductor in classical clothes. The occasional glance at him seemed to be looking at a ball of air, as if only Mo Qiuran and others could see him in this entire huge train station.

"The school forum was about to explode, everyone was discussing the issue of recruiting new students to deal with the pure-blooded dragon race," the conductor said respectfully as he took the ticket handed over by Mo Qiuran, "I feel like I'm witnessing the beginning of a legend."

"Thank you for the compliment." Mo Qiuran said

"Thank you for the compliment." Finkel also said.

"Oh, I'm not talking about you, Finkel... Well, in a sense you are also a legend. When I picked you up, you were 'A'. What level are you now?" asked the conductor.

"It's a 'D' now," Finkel shrugged. "I heard it will be downgraded to an E next semester... But it doesn't matter. I am a man who sees things through to the end. I will never give up easily!"

"I'm looking forward to it," the conductor said. "It's a blessing to see familiar faces every year, isn't it?"

"You're cursing me."

"No, I'm really looking forward to you creating a legend that has never been seen before or since... Maybe one day the school will create a new grade just for you? What's the lowest grade now? F? The next one is G?"

As he said this, he swiped Mo Qiuran's card across the ticket machine, and a green light flashed and cheerful music sounded.

"It's okay. Just keep working hard. In a dozen years or so, I will become S." Finkel was extremely optimistic.

"Why can't other people seem to see us?" Mo Qiuran asked, "Even this train doesn't seem to care?"

"This is the effect of his words, which reduces his presence." Finkel replied.

"Such a large range? The bloodline level must be very high, right?" Mo Qiuran raised his eyebrows.

"Of course not. I'm just a Class B. I can do this because of the alchemical matrix on this train, but it can only last for a while," the conductor shook his head and said, "But it's enough. This is enough to prevent the wrong boarding on this branch line train specially approved by the Chicago government. Because this train goes directly to Kassel College, if ordinary people go there, it may be a little troublesome."

"I see," Mo Qiuran thought thoughtfully, "Isn't this similar to the setting of Platform 7 and 3/4 in Harry Potter?"

"They are very similar, so the college conducted a special investigation on it that year, and finally found out that it was a misunderstanding." The conductor took Chu Zihang and Finkel's tickets and swiped them again, and cheerful music and a weak "beep" were heard respectively.

"This kind of differential treatment based on class level is reflected in all aspects. I remember that when I swiped my card, music played." Finkel's face was full of sadness.

"Wouldn't it be fine if you just graduated earlier?" the conductor asked back.

"So I'm struggling for credits..." Finkel sighed.

"Come on, I wish you success soon, but what is certain is that I will see you again in September." The conductor gave some perfunctory encouragement.