"Lu Mingfei was suppressed by student Fu Nian, just because Lu Mingfei's evolution is not complete, and his state is not even considered a half-dragon transformation. The real terror of the Dragon King has not been completely stimulated by him.
Look at his previous battle with Odin. Once he completely loses control, the price we pay will be heavy. No one can face a monster that is evenly matched with Odin!”
Beowulf's voice tightly clamped the hearts of the elders. They were all dragon slayers in the 19th and 20th centuries. The most advanced dragon slaying technology of that era was the silver flintlock rifle. In the first wave
After the bullets exploded, they needed to hold the steel blade in their hands and armor and engage in a fierce battle with Deadpool. It was a battlefield with blood on the sword.
Countless hybrid elites were on the battlefield to destroy the dragon clan's plan. They used their broken bodies to support the hybrid dragon-slaying flag.
The prosperous Dragon Slaying Family was cut off from generation to generation in the torrent of history. It was an era of fierce collision between iron and blood. Every stroke of their history with the Dragon Clan was drawn with countless blood.
The mission and experience of the elders' subconscious minds make them unable to face danger and turn a blind eye to it. Just like humans will not remain indifferent when they stand under the pouring of floods and waves.
But with the development of the times, huge ravines had long been created with the present. They could not imagine why Odin, who existed in mythology, appeared in reality, or even they could not imagine
When Norton invaded Kassel College, they could not understand the bombing of the college missiles. The destruction of the divine weapons fell from the atmosphere and killed the dragon.
Now is no longer the era when a mixed-race warrior charges with the steel blade and fights with Deadpool. Even if Lu Mingfei really loses his will and turns into a terrifying dragon, it is just the next Norton and the next White King.
How could an Anger, a person who had his lifelong mission to destroy the dragon clan, give the dragons a little kindness? How could an old man like Anger, who had come from the last century, destroy the mission of the secret party's thousand-year-olds?
Maybe!
But the consequences will inevitably lead to the burial of the entire dragon clan together.
He is an elegant noble gentleman holding flowers, but what is hidden among the flowers is a cold revenge folding knife. He will give everything he has on the way to kill the dragon. If a bomb can destroy the dragon clan, he
Will be tied to bombs.
Anger looked up at every veteran on the field with cold eyes. Time made them white-haired and wrinkled faces, and time buried their once unyielding and progressive hearts of the youth.
"I don't agree, either." A veteran slowly raised his old hand.
"I don't agree, either." The voice continued.
"I also……"
...
With each sound, Angers's eyes became colder.
"I don't agree either." Until Mr. Turing raised his silent head and raised the old palm that represented the last hope.
The vice principal sat down in the corner and looked at Angers who was silent on the main seat, with concern deep in his eyes.
But Angers's face was very calm now, and he seemed to be unable to hear the opposition on the court.
But the calmer Anger's expression was, the more the worries in the vice-principal's eyes became. They had been working together for too long, and from the moment he was not ready to continue to be a cowboy, he knew Anger.
After staying in the academy for more than 20 years, they have also been old friends for more than 20 years. If anyone in this world who knows this guy died at Cassel Manor a hundred years ago.
The vice-principal would nod. But if the living people know this old guy best, he Flamel would be the only one!
"Angers, hand over the executive department in your hand. We need to do our best to launch a hunting operation against Lu Mingfei." Beowulf slowly moved his wrists, as if he was in a posture before the war came.
"Executive Department?" Anger suddenly laughed.
"Hasn't it been in my hands all the time? Find out, Beowulf, only my students I sent out, but they are not yet the commissioners of the Executive Department."
"No, now your students are also included in the executive department." Beowulf stood up and looked down at Angers,
“I said it.”
"Oh?" Angers looked at Beowulf with playful eyes, and then slowly looked at the secret party elders around him.
It is rare that the old guy who once remained neutral has not spoken at this moment. Even Mr. Turing, who once maintained stability within the Secret Party, was staggering his sight with Angers after a brief look.
Their silence has shown their attitude,
"Sorry, Angers, your methods are too radical. We don't want the secret party that has been passed down for thousands of years to ruin it in our hands." Mr. Turing's voice was very low, but it was also full of deep helplessness. It seemed to be behind them.
The decision he made made a very embarrassing.
But this is indeed very difficult. Angers has been the president of the college since the founding of Cassel Academy, and it also became the agent of the Secret Party from that day onwards. They trust Angers and had to trust Angers.
Because there is no one more suitable person in this era of mixed races. Whether it is qualifications or strength.
Even Beowulf sitting here.
This decision on Angers is temporary. After Lu Mingfei is over, they will retreat back to the heavy coffin, waiting for the arrival of death, and the times will continue to move forward.
Anger stared at Mr. Turing for a long time, but finally smiled slowly at the corner of his mouth, "Compared with this, I'm curious about what methods do you use to step down from the agent?"
"It's not that you're resigning, but that you're temporarily suspended. After this task is over, you're still the president of Kassel College. We'll still retreat behind the scenes." Mr. Turing's voice was very gentle, as if he didn't want his old friend in front of him to do so.
This is too sad. But due to the overall situation, he had to make such a choice.
Anger waved his hand, not wanting to listen to these nonsense. He played politics all his life and had never thought of hearing the truth on such occasions.
"Come in."
At the same time, a familiar voice from Angers suddenly came from a chair somewhere in the Valhalla hall.
Frost Gattuso, who had been tugging back and forth with Angers for many years, caught Angers' eyes.
Click.
The gate of the Temple of Heroes was suddenly opened.
In the pouring sunshine, a man with a burly figure and muscles slowly walked in from the door.
But this burly face was not as tall as normal in everyone's eyes, but a little hunched. Just like the pickpocket who had just been caught in the police station, the two thief eyes were capturing the opportunity to start.
The light gradually dimmed, and the elders in the room saw the person's face clearly, but at this moment, the vice principal suddenly stood up from the chair.
He stared at the person who appeared in disbelief, his fingers at the end of his arm trembled slightly.
"Fen...Fengar!"
"Hey." The visitor suddenly showed a grinning corner, and his big white teeth were filled with an uncovered flattering smile. "Vice Principal, I didn't expect you to be here too."
Finger's unexpected opening.
"Aren't you locked in the ice cellar of the college? Why did you appear here?" The vice-principal looked at Finger in surprise, then turned to look at Angers behind him.
At this moment, Angers also stared at Finger with deep eyes, and his calm face could not tell at all.
"I, I..."
"You are here to report." Behind Finger, a man in a black suit slowly walked out.
"Yes! I'm here to report and expose it!" Finger seemed to have suddenly had the courage, and the person behind him gave him great confidence.
"I'm here to expose the deal between the principal and Lu Mingfei. I'm here to report the principal's betrayal of the entire college and the dragon clan's cooperation!" Finger's voice became more and more intense.
"I am the undercover agent sent by the principal to monitor Lu Mingfei. I can testify that any behavior between the principal and Lu Mingfei is real and effective. He embezzled the stolen money from the school board and used Lu Mingfei to tease the beautiful sister of the college.
He is the beast with a personal face and heart! He is as cruel and evil as a dragon!" Finger roared like a thunderous roar.
Those who don’t know think how inhuman he has suffered over the years.
Mr. Turing was stunned, the elders were confused, and even the man behind Finger was confused. Anger and the dragon clan were in a turmoil. He didn't say that to himself before, such a powerful thing as human-faced and beastly heart.
Just as everyone was about to find out the reason and interrogate the details.
A more rude voice burst into their ears,
"How can you do this?" the vice principal yelled, "How can you betray the principal? The principal spent so much money to cultivate you! He spent so much effort to make you travel everywhere, let you have a big meal, and let you date your beautiful sister
, You actually betray the principal, you are such a beast! You are useless to trust you so much!"
Everyone stared at Finger blankly, turned around and stared at the vice principal blankly.
Is this considered a reverse confession?
"Bet selling? Can this be called betrayal? This is to recognize the situation and distinguish the road! I am called abandoning the dark and turning to the light!" Finger's voice was even louder than the vice principal.
"Traitor! Dog Traitor!" The vice principal was angry and looked as if he was watching me hold a knife and kill you.
"I can betray anyone for the sake of humanity!" Finger was righteous and straight, and his waist, which had never been straight and stiff.
"Your mother's spirit in heaven will be ashamed of you!" The vice principal rushed towards Finger quickly.
"My mother is an atheist, she wouldn't have the spirit of heaven at all!" Finger still didn't move at all!
"Aren't you afraid of having a son without an asshole?" The vice principal rushed towards Finger fiercely.
"I won't have a son! What I dream of is a beautiful daughter who can run for Miss World!" Finger and the vice principal fought together.
For a moment, the solemn hall of the Valhalla became chaotic. The battle between the two was full of ecstasy, poked their nostrils, pulled their hair, and buckled their butts. They were obviously two strong men approaching two meters, but they were about to go down.
The three-in-one means are integrated.
"Rare!" Beowulf slapped the table hard and stood up.
But not only did his voice not have any effect, but instead made the noisy environment even more noisy. Neither of the two paid attention to each other. The battle had already made them unkempt and red in their eyes.
Beowulf stepped forward angrily, but halfway through, he found that he had no way to stop the two of them from fighting. He is now a virtual body, a illusion projected in 3D!
"Take them out! Hurry up and throw them out!" Beowulf roared at Frost.
Frost didn't expect this to happen. He used his eyes to signal the man in the suit standing behind him with a little dazed. He was a student from the academy of the Gattuso family. Under the instructions of the family, he used a black card to enter.
Finger was bribed in the cellar. Under the circumstances of witness, the main force of their Gattuso family's investigation into Angers will soon arrive at Cassel Academy.
Then.
The man in the suit rushed towards the two people who were struggling together. He did not expect that the noble Night Watcher, who was the vice principal, would be like this... "Not care about the details".
"Get out, don't stop me, let me kill this traitor." The vice principal shook his shoulder and took off the hand that came out from behind, and then rushed towards Finger.
"Come on, beat me to death, beat me to death is also for the justice of the secret party! I am a martyr!" Finger waved his fists and rushed towards the vice principal.
The bad vice principal just avoided it, and the stiff fist like a stone hit the face of the man in the suit.
boom!
The huge roar shocked everyone again. They looked at the fainted man in suit who was rushed out of the hall with one punch.
He stared at Finger who continued to fight with the vice principal again and pulled him.
For a moment, a strange atmosphere flowed around the crowd.
After a long time, Mr. Turing slowly turned around and looked at Angers who was sitting at the end without saying a word.
"It's time to let the farce end."
Anger spread his hands innocently, "A vice principal, a vice principal's disciple, I, an old guy with more than a hundred years of white hair and wrinkles, can't control these."
"Angers! You are too presumptuous!" Beowulf roared suddenly.
"You are the ones who are presumptuous!" Anger suddenly burst out with a lion-like gaze.
But soon he slowly relieved his anger.
"I'm just an old guy who just stepped down from office. Don't bother me like me, what a big man should do," Anger slowly stood up, and his old body shone in towards the door.
The sunshine is still tall and elegant,
"But that's fine. I've been busy for half my life, and I finally have time to rest today."
Angers slowly stood in front of the two men who were beating at the door, turned around and looked at the old veterans, and smiled slightly, "You are busy, see you again. My dear Mr. Gattuso."
Bang!
The bronze gates covered with medieval carvings became smaller and smaller as Angers left his back.
boom!
Finally, he closed heavily.
The hall of the Valhalla fell into darkness again, and flickering candles undulating on the corner of the table.
The quiet atmosphere has spread again in every inch of the air.
When everyone came to their senses, they found that the two guys who were tangled at the door had disappeared with Angers's back.