Chapter 148 Accusation(1/2)
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Elizabeth Laurent did not show any other strange expression because of Lu Mingfei's shocking words, but instead stared at him.
After a long while, she answered:
"Of course. As long as you think you have the absolute force of Angers and those long-gone bonds."
"But even if you kill Frost, it won't help. He is just a temporary school director. The real school director is his brother Pompeo Gattuso. If someone really attacks this meeting, order will be restored as soon as possible.
There is no doubt that it is the Gattuso family."
"It seems like he's just a substitute."
"It's just because Pompeii Gattuso's life was too dissolute and he wandered around the world all year round, so the Gattuso family asked Frost to act as an agent for various matters. But despite this, Frost's school director's right to speak
Equally huge, if you kill him, you will either hide incognito in this world for the rest of your life, or be arrested and spend the rest of your dark life in the Chernobyl Deadpool Prison."
Lisa said seriously and calmly.
"That only shows that the beheading is not perfect enough."
Lu Mingfei asked, "Who is Pompeii Gattuso?"
The beheading tactic was no stranger to him - in fact, after the formation of the Astartes Chapter, the Astartes' tactics were mostly a precise and deadly scalpel that pierced the enemy's heart.
The frontal battlefield is almost entirely left to the mortal Astra Militarum. With their courage and flesh and blood, they form a frontal defense line against all the demons and monsters in the Dark Galaxy.
Lu Mingfei has performed many beheading missions, such as beheading a gang in a space battleship, or killing Tyranid node creatures...
His thoughts have begun to focus on Pompeii Gattuso, whom he has never met.
"...I don't want to go any further with you on this topic right now."
Lisa leaned back slightly, clearly refusing to continue this dangerous topic.
But there was a clear glint in her cold eyes under the black eyeliner, which seemed to be a desire for stimulation deep in her heart - or the expectation of waiting for a good show.
Then she hid her gaze well and regained her majesty and indifference as a superior person.
"Then what is your family's proportion of power on the school board?"
Lu Mingfei also changed the topic, wanting to know more about this family that might support him.
"Generally we use the term 'right to speak'. The right to speak depends on the funds donated to Kassel College every year - the first place is often the Gattuso family, and the second place is the Laurent family."
"But this does not mean that the Laurent family's wealth is inferior to that of Gattuso. The Laurent family just lacks an investment opportunity. Although you are a person that Angers values, but you have the capital to stand on the stage and can give people
Before you gain my trust, you can't expect the Laurent family to invest too much in you."
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At this moment, the car door opened from the outside, and the meticulous driver wearing white gloves held the door frame, waiting for his distinguished owner to get out of the car.
"We're here." Elizabeth placed her gaze on Lu Mingfei's calm face for the last time, "I hope your performance will satisfy me. This will also determine the Laurent family's future investment in you."
The girl bowed slightly and walked out of the car door, her black high heels making a crisp sound when she stepped on the snowy marble floor.
"How was it? Did these ten minutes and thirty-seven seconds help you get to know each other better?"
The car door behind Lu Mingfei also opened, and Ange stood by the car and looked at him with a smile.
"No cooperation has been reached yet."
He bent down and walked out of the car and said truthfully.
"It's okay, the days are long, and the most important thing you young people lack is time."
Ange gently patted Lu Mingfei's shoulder, like an old father comforting his eldest son after a failed blind date, and led him out of the parking lot and towards the building standing in the heavy snow not far away.
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More than an hour later, as the building was completely sealed, a meeting unknown to the world began.
The light from the candlestick on the long table in the room printed swaying silhouettes of figures on the wall, and there was a hint of weirdness in the solemn atmosphere.
The faces of the six school directors were slightly illuminated by the dim candlelight, and their gazes focused on Angers, the only one in the room who was humming a tune and was the only one who had not yet sat down.
"The one who never attends still didn't attend."
Angers sat down comfortably on his bench and rang the little brass bell in front of him:
"Okay, now that everyone is here, I declare the emergency meeting of the school board to officially begin."
None of the six school directors spoke, acquiescing to their status as the "host" of the Angers meeting, including school director Elisabeth Laurent, who had accompanied Angers to the hotel not long ago.
What is surprising is that there is a school director who is younger than her sitting next to her. She is a girl of sixteen or seventeen years old, with light blond hair on her head, and a serious expression on her little face even though she still has some baby fat.
, but compared to Elizabeth, who is as cold and noble as a queen, she looks like an exquisite Barbie doll.
Among the remaining school directors with old faces, they are like delicate flowers blooming in graves.
Charlotte of the Göttingen family. Director of the Göttingen school.
A butler with his head held high was hidden in the shadows behind her, and only the white gloves he was wearing could be seen.
"According to tradition, the first person to speak should be the school director who convened this emergency meeting. He should explain to everyone the 'urgent' situation and emergency measures... Well, so Mr. Frost from the Gattuso family is invited to speak.
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After the words fell, all the school directors focused their attention on the old man wearing a wide suit from the right of Angers. His eyes were as deep as a bottomless dry well.
"I'm glad you got right to the point without making any jokes, Angers."
The old man said in a deep voice.
"uh-huh."
Angers shrugged lightly, took out a cigar from his breast pocket and cut it, while placing a box of matches aside.
"I believe everyone knows what the topic of this meeting is."
"I remember that it was an S-class freshman who clearly refused the task of the school board. This kind of trivial matter can be punished internally by Kassel College, and the school board's time should not be wasted." A middle-aged man shook his head.
He picked up the brass bell in front of him and said, "I haven't finished my daily two-hundred-kilometer mountain bike ride today."
He was about 30 or 40 years old, wearing a conspicuous bright yellow sportswear, and had a bicycle helmet on his right hand - obviously his last words were not a joke.
"Oh, by the way, what is the mission?"
"This is the main topic of this meeting."
Director Frost Gattuso placed a stack of documents about the thickness of his fist on the table and passed them to each director - including Angers, who also received a copy.
The meeting fell into a brief silence, with only the sound of turning pages of paper on the long table. The school directors were all intently reading the documents provided by Frost.
"It's interesting... It turns out that the Japanese branch is composed of mafia gangs. I really didn't understand this."
The middle-aged man was the first to speak and make his own evaluation.
"Didn't the Gattuso family also start from the Mafia? It's just the same."
Angers smiled, bit the cut cigar into his mouth, and lit the match.
"Now is not the time to delve into family history on the school board."
Frost said calmly.
"The autonomy of the Japanese branch has indeed been a bit too liberal recently. Principal Angers, who was responsible for signing the secret party contract with the Eight Sheqi Families at that time, should bear some responsibility."
Another old man on crutches rang the bell, "And the task assigned by Director Frost is in the interests of the secret party - to install surveillance software in the Japanese branch's independent intelligent system 'Kaguya'. But this
Improper handling of this task may lead to internal war among the hybrids."
"At that time, Frost can say that it was the commissioner's personal behavior and had nothing to do with the department. They are best at doing this kind of betrayal."
Ange faintly exhaled a cloud of misty white smoke.
"Other school directors should be informed in advance before such tasks are promulgated. Does Director Frost treat the school board as the official voice of the Gattuso family?"
Elizabeth said coldly.
"I can give you a corresponding apology and report after this kind of thing, Baroness Laurent. This is not the focus of the situation now."
Frost said calmly, "I believe you have already read the information report on S-class student Lu Mingfei."
"Lu Mingfei, a 2007 S-level student from Kassel College, was tried by Principal Angers to launch him as the 'flag' of the secret party. In fact, his performance also achieved this, at an auction for recycling alchemical items in Chicago.
At the meeting, all the hybrids remembered the name of this super hybrid."
"The one who has the deepest memory is probably the Henkel family. I watched with my own eyes chop off a young and energetic kid from Henkel with one sword."
Angers rang the bell, with a smile on his face and a proud look on his face to make up for the information that was not in the materials to the school directors.
"Oh, I've heard of him. I have a kid who's studying at Kassel Academy, and I've seen his video of splitting an armored vehicle in two with a sword - quite cool!"
The middle-aged man was beaming with joy.
"Really? Split an armored car with one sword?"
The young school director Charlotte's interest was aroused, her beautiful eyes shining brightly.
"It's true. I was there at the time. If Charlotte, the school director, is interested, you can log in to the Cassel College Night Watch Forum. That video is still very popular today."
Angers said with a smile.
To be continued...