Chapter 412: Testing the Truth of Urban Tales
The post Lu Mingfei published using Su Enxi's real name was like a bombshell dropped on the hunter market and even the entire mixed-blood world, instantly causing an uproar.
Those European and American hybrids who were originally ready to go to the East to slay the dragon with their friends, almost at the same time paused their actions and began to carefully consider where Lu Mingfei's strong confidence came from.
Compared to the new generation who have not experienced much blood and fire and only want to stun the audience when they first appear on the stage, the families and organizations behind them obviously have deeper thoughts.
They had all heard about the previous incident of Kassel Academy failing in the mountain city. After all, Angers had traveled all the way to China under the pretext of personally recruiting Lu Mingfei to clean up his subordinates' mess.
But now Lu Mingfei seems to be very comfortable being licked by Kassel College. Both of them ignore the previous unpleasantness. Even the leaders of the two student associations of Kassel College are working with him all day long. Not to mention that they have formed an alliance to conspire to slay the dragon, at least the cooperation at this stage is still pleasant.
Moreover, according to the intelligence they collected, the Oriental hybrids also made great efforts in the operation to kill the Bronze and Fire Kings in the mountain city. Those battle maniacs who were either fighting in groups or on their way to fight, once again showed the outside world their astonishing fighting power and unfathomable background after many years.
It is said that a young man from the Zhou family almost killed a second-generation dragon servant with the family heirloom sword.
Although it's a little worse than Lu Mingfei inflicting fatal injuries to Dragon King Norton and then crushing the dragon servant who came to rescue him into ashes, you tell me whether it's cool or not.
This is just a descendant of the family, and his bloodline is not particularly outstanding. If someone stronger were to take the sword, I'm afraid even the first generation would be able to touch it.
It was precisely because they knew how capable these Oriental mixed-race people were at fighting that few European and American mixed-race people dared to cross the border easily in the past.
That is to say, the secret party suffered heavy losses for assisting the revolution. The first generation of the Lionheart Society and the Senate were almost wiped out, with only Ange surviving. Only then did the oriental mixed-blood family give them a break and allow them to establish a branch in Kassel College.
This was because Ange and his Kassel Academy had something real to do, which to a certain extent relieved the pressure on the Oriental family who was in urgent need of recuperation.
The cooperation between the two parties was quite pleasant before. Although the biggest peach was picked by Lu Mingfei in the end and the remaining fruitful peach tree activated its self-destruction program, the secret party and the hybrids got nothing, but at least they had a basis for cooperation.
Maybe the revival of a dragon in the capital this time is another sign of their collaboration.
Regardless of whether it is the mixed-blood family from the East or Kassel Academy, because of various interests involved, they will not be so straightforward and overbearing and ask the organizations that want to join in the fun to get away.
But Lu Mingfei is different. He is young and reckless, and his fighting power is ridiculously strong. The forces behind him are hidden in the dark, so he cannot be selected at all.
The Solomon's Temple Society was nearly beaten to death just for wanting to borrow some of his ancestral DNA.
The eight families of Snake in Japan were notoriously difficult to mess with in the mixed-blood society, but when they met Lu Mingfei, they could only blame themselves for their bad luck. In the end, it was the newly appointed head of the family who offered his own sister as compensation to appease his anger.
Well, as I said, history may not be true, but unofficial history is definitely wild.
After comprehensive consideration, they made a decision similar to Han Gao's. Hua Xia must go, but they must go slowly and dialectically. They must not let Lu Mingfei think that they have too many family/organization members and are not sent here specifically to ask him to help solve the problem of redundant personnel.
As a result, the mixed-race tour group, which was originally expected to have more than 3,000 people, was suddenly reduced to a group of 100 people, and even chartering a United Airlines plane might not be enough to fill it.
Of course, this was only the reaction in Europe and North America. Mixed-bloods in other parts of the world might not have heard of Lu Mingfei's reputation, and even if they had, not everyone would be in awe.
Lu Mingfei can kill the Dragon King, but I can’t?
My Dragon Slaying Sword is not bad either!
A huge reward always attracts brave men. As long as the $100 million bounty remains high in the Hunter Market, there will always be desperate criminals rushing to this dragon-slaying feast.
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In Italy, in the Gattuso family estate, Frost Gattuso listened to his secretary Pasi's report, his temples throbbing uncontrollably.
Where on earth did this troublemaker named Lu Mingfei come from? He messed up all the secret plots of the Gattuso family.
Friedrich von Long had been hidden for a century, and was finally going to be put to good use, but he was dug out by this guy in just one day. He is probably almost dead by now.
Although the $2.5 million deposit was just a drop in the bucket for the Gattuso family, Frost felt indescribably irritated when he thought that the money might eventually fall into the pockets of Lu Mingfei and the organization behind him.
This investment was originally intended to bring fame to Caesar and distract his attention from getting involved in the quagmire between the Chen family and the mixed-blood family.
Of course, this little thing is insignificant. What really matters is whether Friedrich’s secret collusion with the Gattuso family will be exposed after he is caught.
Although he would make every possible preparation whenever he contacted Friedrich so as not to be traced, that was Angers after all, a person whose name alone was enough to inspire awe.
No one knew how many ways he had to pry open Friedrich's mouth. Just with the interrogation methods of the Executive Department, they could easily find ten ways to make Friedrich confess everything.
Frost has been trying his best to target and exclude Ange over the years since he became the acting head of the family, trying to weaken his influence on Kassel Academy and even the secret party. Unfortunately, after years of hard work, he finally achieved some results, but in the end, all of them were lost because of the Greenland Sea operation, and Ange gained more say.
After waiting for a long time for his number one partner, the head of the Laurent family, to die, the new head of the Laurent family was like a half-goddaughter to him, and she supported Ange without a second thought.
The other new school director is a brainless kid who is completely unable to see the undercurrents beneath the conference table and is like a puppet.
Yesterday, he teamed up with other school directors to make things difficult for Ange and continue to target him, hoping to reduce his power. As a result, Ange caught him in the act today. If this exposed his concealment of the secrets and collusion with the secret party traitors for personal gain, then he...
It doesn't matter.
Just don't admit it. He called Friedrich a traitor and tried to sow discord among them, which plunged them into endless suspicion and infighting. What could Angers do?
At worst, it would cost a little money and let Angers take advantage. Who can resist interests?
Moreover, he also suspected that this time in the capital, Angers was going to cooperate with the oriental half-blood family. He just didn't know whether there would be another oriental half-blood family that would come to the fore, the secret party would gain nothing, and Lu Mingfei would become the biggest winner.
Just when he was wondering whether he should take the initiative to call Ange and ask him to get the Dragon King's bones and blood this time, the phone on the table suddenly rang.
Frost picked up the phone and his pupils suddenly shrank.
This is...Caesar's call.
Looking at the familiar number, Frost suddenly realized that he had overlooked something crucial.
Ange can be dealt with by bleeding a little, but there is one person who is difficult to deal with.
In front of outsiders, he could deny and distort the truth as much as he wanted, but when facing his own nephew Caesar, who had treated him as a class enemy since he was a child, Frost had no way to deal with it.
This kid is extremely stubborn and rebellious. He breathes when his fur is stroked and bites when his fur is stroked against it.
Caesar never listened to his explanations, he only believed his own judgment.
I don't care what you think, I care what I think.
Frost glanced at Percy, who was standing quietly beside him. The latter immediately bowed and left the study, closing the door gently.
Frost was the only one left in the study. He took a deep breath and pressed the answer button.
"Caesar? Why are you calling me at this time? Is there something urgent?" He spoke first, trying to take the initiative in the conversation.
Caesar's highly recognizable voice rang out, without any greetings, going straight to the point:
"Give me an explanation, Friedrich von Long, why you bought the dragon clues from him."
Frost's heart sank as his worst premonition came true.
But he had already prepared his words, and his tone immediately took on the displeasure of being questioned and just the right amount of doubt:
"Friedrich von Roon? How do you know him?"
"Don't pretend Frost, Friedrich has confessed everything." There was undisguised sarcasm in Caesar's voice, as if he was mocking his stupid uncle's clumsy performance.
Frost's voice suddenly rose, filled with the rage of being slandered:
"Caesar! Watch your words! Are you accusing your family, your uncle, of colluding with the traitors of the Camarilla?"
His confidence came from absolute caution. All contacts with Friedrich were transposed and encrypted layer by layer. The final destination of the funds was New York, a disaster-stricken city with chaotic accounts, like a drop of water flowing into the sea. There was no trace of the call records.
Even though everyone knew that he was the mastermind behind providing shelter to Friedrich and maintaining long-term transactions with him, no one could produce even a shred of solid evidence.
It is impossible to shake his position as the acting head of the most powerful family in the secret party with just the confession of a traitor.
"You are still the same as before, so hypocritical that it's disgusting." Caesar sneered, with no disappointment but full of disdain.
Then, without waiting for Frost to speak again, the call was hung up neatly.
“Beep…beep…beep…”
A busy tone sounded, abruptly cutting off this brief confrontation.
Frost stood there holding his cell phone, his face so gloomy that water could drip out of it. Caesar didn't even give him a chance to continue his performance.
On the other end of the phone, Caesar threw the phone aside with no expression on his face.
He hadn't expected Frost to admit it. He had just tried it out and called back the unknown number with Friedrich's phone, but it said the number was unavailable, so he called directly with his own phone.
The result was no surprise. Frost was the kind of person who made it harder to admit his mistakes than to kill him, especially when it came to something that would tarnish the Gattuso family's century-long reputation.
Once the Gattuso family is branded as colluding with traitors, the family honor will be damaged, and he would never accept it even if he dies.
He may even really believe that as long as he firmly denies it, everything can be pretended not to have happened.
"What a generous gesture." Nuonuo, holding the key who had already fallen asleep, leaned on the sofa beside him and said softly. It was hard to tell whether her tone was admiration or sarcasm:
"In order to pave a smooth path for you to become a dragon-slaying hero, your uncle has not hesitated to use this hidden chess piece that has been buried for who knows how many years, even willing to risk the utter hatred of Principal Ange."
"I never need others to arrange my life, especially not with such dirty chips." Caesar's voice was cold and hard.
Frost's self-proclaimed clever operation was nothing but an insult in his eyes.
Everyone knew the truth, but Frost thought that everything would be fine if he buried his head in the sand. However, he didn't know that his butt was sticking up so high that his thoughts had already been seen clearly.
Friedrich was the bait that the idiot Frost used to divert his attention.
"So what are you going to do?" Nuonuo adjusted her posture and looked at her boyfriend, who was so proud to the core, at ease.
"Prove to everyone with your actions that even without your family backing you up, you can still chop off the Dragon King's head on your own?"
Her words were not all sarcasm, but also contained a hint of realistic considerations.
It's not that she wants to boost others' morale, but in the absence of heavy firepower support, Caesar's Word Spirit Kamaitachi is more inclined to assist and conduct reconnaissance.
Facing a group of Deadpools or ordinary dragons, his superb marksmanship and fighting skills complemented by his Word Spirit, creating a synergy that was greater than the sum of its parts. However, if he were to directly challenge a Next Generation or even a stronger being, he would need only his hunting knife, Dick Tudor, and two Golden Desert Eagles...
All I can say is that maintaining accurate shooting and pulling the trigger under the suffocating power of the dragon is itself a heroic performance that surpasses most hybrids.
Slaying a dragon is never a simple task that can be accomplished solely by personal bravery.
The goal is to kill Chu Zihang, the former invincible close combat master of Kassel Academy who has brought people to surround and kill him. If he really faces a giant dragon that has hatched its dragon body, with only Murasame in his hand, he can only trim its nails and polish its scales.
The only thing that could cause substantial harm might be the high-risk Word Spirit Junyan that he exposed during his trip to Japan.
Of course, Lu Mingfei is an exception.
Caesar pondered for a moment, handed the ancient Ming Dynasty book containing the clues to Nuonuo, and took out a special bullet from his arms.
The bullet's tip was made of the Philosopher's Stone and was originally intended as a gift of rebirth for the King of Bronze and Fire, but it died at the hands of Lu Mingfei first.
Now, this finger-long sniper bullet is his only hope of killing Fenrir.
He stood up and said, "I'll buy you a map. See if you can figure out where Fenrir is hiding."
"What are you going to do?" Nuonuo watched him pack up his things, wearing his hunting knife and Desert Eagle.
"See if the urban legend is true or not."
(End of this chapter)
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