Chapter 411: Get away, don’t seek death
"Oh~Han Gao, my dear old friend, why did you think of me today?"
Finkel, who was busy modeling for his wife in the room, received a long-distance call from the North American mixed-race leader as expected.
Yesterday, the North American half-breed leader told him about Friedrich von Roon and asked him to try to find this secret party traitor from the vast crowd.
Of course, this was just a casual move by Henkel. The Kassel Academy had been looking for Friedrich von Rohn for so many years but had found nothing. He didn't expect Fingel to be able to find him single-handedly.
There is no reason why we can't find the answer. If we find the answer, it means that Finkel is hiding very deeply and has an intelligence network that he doesn't even know about.
Some people are even more suspicious and suspect that he may not only bet on two sides, Kassel College and the North American mixed-bloods, but may have become a slave to three families.
However, Henkel never expected that the news he had just revealed the day before would be followed by the shocking news the next day that Lu Mingfei personally captured Friedrich and handed him over to Angers.
The efficiency was so outrageous that it even gave him the illusion that he was being betrayed at the speed of light.
Although he didn't say that it had to be kept secret, nor did he say that the organization behind Lu Mingfei couldn't be used, the speed at which you transferred the information was too fast.
This is not a matter of being a slave of three surnames or a slave of three families. He had just finished explaining things to Finkel, and he sold himself out right after that. He didn't even give him any money and didn't even say hello.
If he had not known Ange for many years and knew that his sudden change of itinerary must be an emergency, and had not sent someone to investigate, he might have been kept in the dark.
On the other end of the phone, Han Gao's voice did not contain many questions, but it did reveal an indescribable feeling of suffocation, as if he had been cuckolded.
Finkel was so smart that he immediately understood that the other party was blaming him for not informing him in advance after finding the clue, which made him miss a great opportunity to control Angers.
But what does this have to do with Fingel? Kassel's number one paparazzi and number one actor immediately began to defend himself:
"Han Gao, you know me well. I won't get up early unless it's beneficial. I won't ask for help from others when I need it. I will never trouble others with things that I can handle myself."
"..." There was silence for a moment on the other end of the phone, and even the breathing seemed to stop for a moment. It was obvious that he was choked by this shameless statement.
But if you think about it carefully, since the two of them got together, many of the things Finkel did were indeed done alone, and he basically never sought help from Henkel.
Firstly, their underground love affair...the secret affair cannot be made public, otherwise Ange might skin Fingel alive. Secondly, Fingel has been keeping a low profile in recent years and there is really nothing that requires the support of the North American hybrid.
That is, when Lu Mingfei disappeared in France and was involved in an incident where Cassel was investigating evolutionary medicine, he used the North American hybrid intelligence network.
Han Gao didn't bother beating around the bush anymore, so he asked directly, "So, have you told Lu Mingfei about Friedrich?"
"Yes." Finkel answered decisively without any hesitation.
Han Gao: “…”
So what the hell were you talking about?!
Noticing the heavier breathing on the other end of the line, Finkel coughed twice and tried to justify his actions: "Isn't it that I can't find the target on my own? It just so happens that the intelligence power behind Lu Mingfei seems to be strong enough to compete with Kassel Academy. Besides, his grandfather's grandfather died in that betrayal. I told him the news of the traitor directly. This will allow him to use his intelligence network and owe him a favor. It can be said that I have the best of both worlds with one click."
"Then why did he hand the person over directly to Ange?" Han Gao raised his voice with obvious dissatisfaction.
Since Lu Mingfei owes him a favor, why not maximize the benefits and make Ange owe him a favor as well.
Finkel felt that Henkel was probably suffering from Alzheimer's. His current public identity was the oldest repeater at Kassel Academy and a die-hard fan of Angers. There were other students from Kassel in Lu Mingfei's gang. At this time, he proposed to detain Friedrich and hand him over to Henkel. What was the difference between that and the werewolf's open attack?
So he could only briefly recount his experiences in the morning. Early in the morning, he was forced to do hard labor by Caesar and Nonola. Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang somehow found Friedrich. By the time he got the news, Angers was already on his way to the capital.
After recounting all this, he finally sighed, "I'm helpless too. To redeem myself, Caesar dragged me everywhere to look for clues about Fenrir. He even said it doesn't matter if the cat is black or white, as long as it catches mice, it's a good cat. But I'm clearly a paparazzi, so isn't this like a dog meddling in other people's business?"
After listening to Finkel's half-true, half-false, and eloquent speech, Han Gao was speechless for a moment.
Although he still had doubts in his heart, what Finkel said finally diverted his attention.
After all, his work today was not in vain, but he gained something tangible. He really found a clue about Fenrir.
That urban legend, and the subsequent clues Lu Mingfei got from Friedrich, if combined together, might really be able to pinpoint the hiding place of the Dragon King Fenrir.
"Now that things have come to this, I won't say anything. Friedrich von Roon is most likely dead now. Ange wouldn't have spared his life." Han Gao said calmly, "But since you told Lu Mingfei about him, if Fenrir is killed by Lu Mingfei, you have to find a way to get Lu Mingfei to agree to trade some dragon bones with us."
After hearing this, Finkel finally understood. It turned out that the old man was waiting here.
The bones and blood of the dragon clan are extremely precious. They are the strategic resources coveted by all mixed-race organizations in the world and symbolize heritage and strength.
The value of the Dragon King's remains is immeasurable.
The secret party is wealthy and powerful, and has collected countless treasures from ancient times to the present, but those were obtained by them fighting dragons alone over the past hundred years.
The North American hybrids didn't have such a glorious history of fighting dragons. Although the previous generation was equally brave and skilled in battle, the next generation...
This can be seen from the fact that Hankel and Finkel cooperated and tried to pull him into the North American mixed-blood camp, which shows what the next generation of mixed-bloods will be like.
To say that he has high expectations but low skills would be an understatement.
If their ancestors had not plundered the wealth and heritage of the Indians, and if Europe had not provided assistance, they would have been overthrown by the secret party members who immigrated to America long ago, and there would be no current momentum of confrontation.
Han Gao knew that those young people who had not experienced the baptism of blood and fire and only cared about their own interests were unreliable, so he had to win over warriors who could truly slay dragons.
They wanted to cooperate with Ange, but Ange was notoriously difficult to deal with. No one could be sure whether he would be smiling one second and then put a knife to their necks the next, saying, "You are a bunch of trash, who do you think you are and why are you cooperating and giving orders?"
Later, Lu Mingfei suddenly appeared and had a good relationship with Finkel, which made Han Gao see new possibilities.
"I can't guarantee this. It depends on your sincerity." Finkel said that he could only help persuade Lu Mingfei, but it was impossible for him to get him to agree directly. After all, he was a notorious pauper and had not yet paid off his credit card loan. He could only let the wealthy North American mixed-race man talk to him himself.
Han Gao hummed. There were many people from all over the world trying to get a share of this dragon-slaying feast, but most of them had not killed the Dragon King and could only come to join in the fun and make themselves known.
There are not many people who are truly capable of sitting down at the table and negotiating with Lu Mingfei, and they, the North American mixed-bloods, are the strongest.
After Henkel announced that the North American mixed-blood family representatives would soon depart for the capital, Finkel remembered something and quickly reminded them:
"Remember to tell your young masters and young ladies to control their temper. If they dare to act like masters in front of Lu Mingfei, he will really beat them like spinning tops."
The people in the top mixed-race circles in Europe and the United States are no different. They all like to look down on others, especially the second-generation ones, many of whom feel that they are of noble status. In their eyes, Lu Mingfei is of humble origin. If they offend Lu Mingfei with words when they get there, Finkel doesn't even bother to think about what the consequences will be.
Han Gao naturally knew the temperament of his juniors who only knew how to brag, and immediately said that he would restrain them and not let them commit suicide.
"Okay, I'll hang up if there's nothing else. I'm busy." After making sure that Henkel had nothing else to do, Finkel hung up the phone directly.
He did not take Han Gao's words seriously. Not to mention whether Fenrir would be so unlucky as to run into Lu Mingfei later, or whether he would be so unlucky as to not leave a cocoon to transfer his soul into at the moment of death, even if he did, with Lu Mingfei's personality, he would definitely take care of his own people first, and wait until everyone was full and drunk, and then he would use the remaining scraps to deal with the North American hybrids.
Not to mention drinking the soup, even the soup residue cannot be left for them.
As for what to do when Han Gao asks about it, we will talk about it when the time comes.
Finkel's interest was interrupted by the phone call. He temporarily stopped modeling for his wife and opened the Hunter Market to see what was going on there.
As soon as I opened it, I saw that below the pinned post offering a $100 million reward, a brand new post was pushed to the forefront at an astonishing speed.
The content of the post was extremely simple and crude, consisting of only one sentence, but it carried an undeniable murderous aura:
[The bounty has been withdrawn. Dragon King, mine. Get away from me! Don't come here to get yourself killed.]
Finkel stared at the screen, stunned for a moment, and then the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise up, outlining a smirk that looked like the Nike logo.
"Oh, that's good..." He whispered to himself, and his mood instantly became extremely comfortable.
Now, he no longer had to worry about how to deal with Han Gao's fantasy about dragon bones.
He casually clicked on the comment section under the post, and sure enough, it exploded instantly.
Replies in various languages flooded the screen like crazy. Some questioned "Who does Lu Mingfei think he is?", some accused him of being "too overbearing", and shouted "The task of slaying the dragon should be done by those who are capable, why do you have to do it alone?", etc. Anyway, people were jumping up and down, breaking down defenses, and adding fuel to the fire everywhere, which was very exciting.
The chaotic noise spread through the screen, and Finkel just smiled and shook his head, as if he had already seen the miserable appearance of some people who did not listen to advice and ran into a hard wall.
…
In an unknown luxurious manor somewhere in North America.
Han Gao sat behind a mahogany desk that looked a bit old, holding a dying Havana cigar between his fingers, frowning as he looked at the short post that was pushed to the front with the ID "Lu Mingfei".
The face of this North American mixed-race leader showed few expressions, like an ancient well and a deep pool. Only in the depths of his blue eyes, which were slightly cloudy due to age, was a very subtle ripple.
He had just finished a suffocating phone call with Finkel and was thinking about how to use the possible dragon bone transaction to enhance his own strength and restrain those ignorant young descendants.
However, Lu Mingfei's sudden and overbearing declaration was like a basin of ice water poured over his calculations.
"Oh...it's true, the young are to be feared." He muttered to himself, and it was hard to tell whether he was praising or mocking, or perhaps both.
He could imagine the storm this post would cause in the global mixed-race world.
This is not a warning, it is almost a clear statement - those who cross the line will die.
If it were only Lu Mingfei and the organization behind him, they wouldn't be so tough against all the mixed-bloods in the world.
But if we add to that those mixed-blood families that have fought against the world's top mixed-blood organizations in the past two hundred years, and who before a certain dynasty fought against mixed-bloods from other regions, the situation will be very different.
The $100 million bounty is certainly tempting, and the merit and rewards of killing the Dragon King are also irresistible, but the weight represented by the name Lu Mingfei, the mysterious and powerful organization behind him, and the half-blood families in his country that are not very conspicuous but are terrifyingly strong, are enough to make most of those who are ready to make moves calm down and reconsider their own weight.
"It seems that the previous plan needs to be adjusted." Han Gao pondered.
The plan to send a young delegation remains unchanged, but the purpose must be completely changed from "striving to get a share of the pie" to "trying to establish communication channels" and "absolutely avoiding conflicts", and the number of people must be strictly controlled within double digits.
However, before that, we still need to understand the situation of the Oriental mixed-race people first.
Otherwise, these outsiders would muddy the water and not be able to see the turbulent undercurrents hidden beneath the surface, and might not even know how they died.
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At the same time, at the Kassel Academy branch base, Professor Mans and his team stood in front of the computer screen, looking at the latest pinned post on the Hunter Market for a long time in silence.
"What does he want to do? Fight against the greed of the whole world alone?" Selma couldn't help but speak with disbelief in her tone.
She knew that Lu Mingfei was very strong, and she even had the tendency to become his little fan girl, but this behavior of openly provoking everyone was still too crazy and... unwise in her opinion.
Ye Sheng and Jude Aki also looked worried. The words were indeed domineering, but would they be too domineering and anger everyone?
Killing too many people will harm the harmony of nature.
Professor Mans's mind raced, and after a long while he finally spoke:
"Maybe he's clearing the area."
"Clear the place?" The branch manager was right next to Professor Mans and was a little surprised when he heard this. "What do you mean by clear the place? Don't you want the scumbags to mess things up?"
Mans was in charge of the Mountain City. After all, as the branch chief, he had not been to the scene in person, so he did not know everything in just two days. In particular, few people knew about the secret meeting between Lu Mingfei and the Zhou Bai and Tang San families.
Therefore, he thought that it was those crazy bounty hunters who took hostages before, causing the Bronze and Fire King to escape, thus angering Lu Mingfei.
This time he made a public statement to prevent what happened yesterday from happening again.
Mans frowned and hesitated to speak.
At this moment, Ange finally sent his former classmates away. He transformed from a vengeful devil into an elegant old gentleman. He pushed the door open and walked in, smiling at the branch manager:
"There's an old Chinese saying: To resist foreign aggression, one must first pacify the country. If you don't clean your house properly, how can you receive guests?"
The branch director is also a veteran. He has heard about Lu Mingfei's attack on the Chen family today. Now after hearing what Angé said, he can no longer fail to understand that someone is going to be in big trouble.
Ange glanced at the computer screen and adjusted his glasses.
"Let's leave these things to these young people. With Caesar and Chu Zihang, two outstanding student representatives, here, we won't get too involved."
(End of this chapter)
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