Dragon Clan: Force me to be reborn and slay dragons

Chapter 411 Get lost, don't come looking for death.

"Oh, Henkel, my dear old friend, what brings you to my mind today?"

Back in his room, busy modeling his wife, Fingel unsurprisingly received a transoceanic call from the North American mixed-race leader.

Yesterday, this North American mixed-race leader told him about Friedrich von Long and asked him to try to find this traitor of the Secret Service from the vast sea of ​​people.

Of course, this was just a casual move by Henkel. Kassel College had been searching for Friedrich von Long for so many years without success, and he didn't expect Fingel to find him single-handedly.

It's understandable that they couldn't find it; finding it means that Fingel was exceptionally well-hidden, and that he had an intelligence network he was unaware of.

In extreme cases, those with paranoia might even suspect that he might not only bet on both Kassel College and the North American mixed-race lineage, but might have already become a slave to three different families.

However, Henkel never expected that the very day after he revealed the information, he would learn the shocking news that Lu Mingfei had personally captured Friedrich and handed him over to Angers.

This efficiency was outrageous, even giving him the illusion that he had been betrayed at the speed of light.

Although he didn't say it had to be kept secret, nor did he say that Lu Mingfei's organization couldn't be used, the speed at which you transferred information was far too fast.

This isn't even about whether he's a traitor or not; he just finished explaining things to Fingel, and then Fingel sold him out without even giving him a share of the profits, or even saying goodbye.

If he hadn't known Angers for many years and knew that his sudden change of itinerary must have been due to an emergency, and hadn't specifically sent someone to investigate, he might still have been kept in the dark.

On the other end of the phone, Henkel's voice didn't sound accusatory, but it subtly conveyed an indescribable sense of frustration, as if he had been cuckolded.

Fingel, being so shrewd, immediately understood that the other party was blaming him for not informing him beforehand after finding the clues, causing him to miss a perfect opportunity to manipulate Angers.

But what does this have to do with Finger? Kassel's top paparazzo and top actor immediately began to defend himself:

"Han Gao, you know me. I don't get up early for nothing, I don't ask for favors, and I will never bother others with things I can handle myself."

"..." There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, and even the breathing seemed to stop for a second. Clearly, they were quite taken aback by this shameless statement.

However, upon closer reflection, since they first connected, Fingel has indeed accomplished much of what he has done alone, and has rarely sought help from Henkel.

Firstly, their clandestine affair... their secret flirting couldn't be discussed openly, otherwise Angers might skin Fingel alive. Secondly, Fingel had been keeping a low profile all these years and really didn't need any support from the North American mixed-race people behind the scenes.

It was only after Lu Mingfei disappeared in France and became involved in an incident in Kassel investigating evolution drugs that he used the intelligence network of the North American hybrids.

Henkel, not wanting to beat around the bush any longer, asked directly, "So, did you tell Lu Mingfei about Friedrich?"

"Yes," Fingel answered crisply and decisively, without any hesitation.

Han Gao: "..."

Then what nonsense were you spouting to me just now?!

Noticing the heavier breathing on the other end of the phone, Fingel coughed twice, trying to justify his actions: "Isn't it because I can't find the target by myself? It just so happens that the power behind Lu Mingfei seems to be strong enough to compete with Kassel College in terms of intelligence. Moreover, his great-great-grandfather died in that betrayal. I'll just tell him the traitor's information directly, which will allow him to use his intelligence network and also make him owe a favor. It's a win-win situation."

"Then why did he hand the man over directly to Angers?" Hango raised his voice, his dissatisfaction evident.

Since Lu Mingfei has already incurred a favor, why not maximize the benefits and make Angers incur a favor as well?

Fingel thought Hango probably had dementia. His current public identity was the oldest repeat student at Kassel College, a die-hard fan of Angers, and there were other Kassel students in Lu Mingfei's group. At this time, his suggestion to detain Friedrich and hand him over to Hango was no different from a werewolf revealing his true colors.
So he could only briefly recount his morning's experiences. Early in the morning, he was made a laborer by Caesar and Nonola, while Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang somehow found Friedrich. By the time he learned the news, Angers was already on his way to the capital.

After recounting all this, he finally sighed, "I'm helpless too. Caesar, in order to get back at me, dragged me around looking for clues about Fenrir, saying things like 'It doesn't matter if a cat is black or white, as long as it catches mice, it's a good cat.' But I'm clearly a paparazzi, isn't this just meddling in other people's business?"

After listening to Fingel's long, eloquent, and somewhat spurious speech, Han Gao was speechless for a moment.

Although he still had doubts, Fingel's words eventually diverted his attention.

After all, his day wasn't a wasted effort; he had actually found a clue about Fenrir.

That urban legend, along with the clues Lu Mingfei obtained from Friedrich, might actually be able to pinpoint the location of the Dragon King Fenrir.

“Since things have come to this, I won’t say anything more. Friedrich von Long is most likely dead now, and Angers will not spare his life,” Han Gao said calmly. “However, since you have told Lu Mingfei about him, if Fenrir is killed by Lu Mingfei, you will have to find a way to get Lu Mingfei to agree to trade some of the dragon bones with us.”

Upon hearing this, Fingel understood; so the old man had been waiting for this all along.

The blood and bones of the dragon race are extremely precious, a strategic resource coveted by all hybrid race organizations worldwide, symbolizing profound heritage and power.

The value of the Dragon King's remains is immeasurable.

The Secret Society is a large and powerful organization that has collected countless treasures from ancient times to the present, but those treasures were obtained by them fighting against dragons alone over the past century.

North American hybrids do not have such a glorious history of fighting dragons. Although the previous generation was equally brave and skilled in battle, the next generation...

This is evident from Henkel's collaboration with Fingel in an attempt to bring him into the North American mixed-race camp, which tells us what kind of people the next generation of mixed-race individuals will be.

To say that he's all talk and no action is an understatement.

If their ancestors hadn't plundered the wealth and heritage of the Native Americans, and if they hadn't received assistance from Europe, they would probably have been defeated by the Secret Service immigrants to the Americas long ago, and there wouldn't be the current situation of them standing on equal footing.

Han Gao knew that those young people who had not experienced the baptism of blood and fire and only knew how to talk about interests were unreliable, so he had to win over warriors who could truly slay dragons.

They wanted to cooperate with Angers, but Angers was notoriously difficult to deal with. No one could be sure that he would be all smiles one second and then hold a knife to their throats the next, saying, "What are you trash doing here, pointing fingers and gesturing like this?"

Later, Lu Mingfei's sudden emergence and his good relationship with Finger gave Han Gao a glimpse of new possibilities.

"I can't guarantee that; it depends on your sincerity," Fingel said. He indicated that he could only help persuade Lu Mingfei, and it was impossible for him to agree directly. After all, Lu Mingfei was a notorious pauper who still owed credit card debt. Only the wealthy North American mixed-race could talk to him directly.

Han Gao grunted in agreement. This dragon-slaying feast had attracted many from all over the world who wanted a piece of the pie, but most of them were just there to join the fun and make a name for themselves since they hadn't actually killed the Dragon King.

There aren't many people who are truly capable of sitting at the table and negotiating with Lu Mingfei, and they, the North American mixed-race people, are the strongest among them.

After Henkel indicated that the family representative of the North American mixed-race lineage would be departing for the capital soon, Fingel remembered something and quickly reminded him:

"Remember to tell your young masters and ladies to control their tempers. If they dare to put on airs or act like big shots in front of Lu Mingfei, he'll really whip them like tops." The top-tier mixed-race circles in Europe and America aren't all the same; they all like to look down on others, especially the second-generation rich kids who often consider themselves superior. In their eyes, Lu Mingfei is of humble origin. If they offend Lu Mingfei verbally in a certain place, Fingel doesn't even want to think about the consequences.

Han Gao naturally knew the temperament of his boastful juniors, and immediately said he would keep them in check and prevent them from courting disaster.

"Okay, if there's nothing else, I'll hang up now. I'm busy." Fingel, making sure Henkel had nothing else to say, hung up the phone directly.

He didn't take Han Gao's words seriously. Not to mention whether Fenrir would be so unlucky as to run into Lu Mingfei and be even more unlucky as to not leave behind a cocoon to transfer his spirit into it at the moment of death, even if he did, given Lu Mingfei's personality, he would definitely prioritize his own people first. Only after everyone had eaten and drunk their fill would the remaining scraps be used to deal with the North American hybrids.

Forget about giving them soup, they wouldn't even get any soup scraps.

As for what to do when Henkel asks, we'll see then.

Fingel's interest was interrupted by the phone call, and he temporarily stopped working on modeling his wife, instead opening the Hunter Market to see what was happening there.

As soon as I opened it, I saw that below the pinned post with the $100 million bounty, a brand new post had been pushed to the top at an astonishing speed.

The post was extremely simple and direct, consisting of only one sentence, yet it carried an undeniable and chilling murderous intent:
[Bounty withdrawn. The Dragon King is mine. Get lost, don't come looking for death.]

Fingel stared at the screen, paused for a moment, then couldn't help but smile, forming a mischievous grin that resembled the Nike logo.

"Heh, that's good..." he muttered to himself, his mood instantly becoming incredibly pleasant.

Now, he no longer needed to worry about how to deal with Henkel's fantasies about dragon bones.

He casually clicked on the comments section below the post, and sure enough, it instantly exploded.

Replies in various languages ​​flooded the screen, with some questioning "who does Lu Mingfei think he is," others accusing him of being "too domineering," and others shouting "the dragon-slaying task should be done by the capable, why should you monopolize it?" In short, there were many instances of people jumping up and down, breaking defenses, and stirring up trouble, making it quite a spectacle.

The chaotic noise permeated the screen, but Fingel simply smiled and shook his head, as if he could already see the miserable state of some people who ignored the advice and ran headfirst into a brick wall.

……

In a secluded, luxurious estate in North America.

Henkel sat behind a somewhat old-fashioned mahogany desk, a nearly burnt-out Havana cigar between his fingers, frowning as he looked at the short post at the top, posted by the user "Lu Mingfei".

The face of this North American mixed-race leader was expressionless, like a deep well, with only a very subtle ripple passing through the depths of his blue eyes, which were slightly cloudy with age.

He had just ended a frustrating phone call with Fingel and was pondering how to use a potential dragonbone deal to strengthen his forces and rein in his arrogant young descendants.

However, Lu Mingfei's sudden and domineering declaration was like a bucket of ice water poured over his scheming mind.

"Ha... truly, the younger generation is indeed formidable." He muttered to himself, his tone ambiguous, neither praising nor mocking, perhaps a combination of both.

He could imagine the uproar this post would cause in the global mixed-race world.

This is not a warning; it's practically a blatant declaration—those who cross the line will die.

If it were just Lu Mingfei and the organization behind him, they wouldn't be so aggressive in opposing all mixed-race people in the world.

However, if we add those mixed-race families that have fought against the world's top mixed-race organizations over the past two hundred years, and who, before a certain dynasty, fought against mixed-race families from other regions, then the situation becomes very different.

The $100 million bounty is certainly tempting, and the merit and rewards of killing the Dragon King are irresistible. However, the weight that the name Lu Mingfei represents, the mysterious and powerful organization behind him, and the unassuming yet terrifyingly strong mixed-race families in his country are enough to make most of those who are eager to act calm down and reassess their own worth.

"It seems the previous plan needs to be adjusted," Han Gao pondered.

The plan to send a young delegation remains unchanged, but the objective must be completely changed from "trying to get a share of the pie" to "attempting to establish communication channels" and "absolutely avoiding conflict," and the number of members must be strictly controlled to within double digits.

However, before that, we need to find out more about the situation of mixed-race people of Eastern descent.

Otherwise, these outsiders would muddy the waters, unable to see the turbulent undercurrents hidden beneath the surface, and might not even know how they died.

……

Meanwhile, at the Kassel College branch base, Professor Mans and his team stood in front of their computer screens, staring at the latest pinned post on the Hunter Market in silence for a long time.

"What is he trying to do? Fight against the greed of the whole world by himself?" Selma couldn't help but ask, her tone filled with disbelief.

She knew Lu Mingfei was very strong, and she even had a tendency to become his little fangirl, but in her opinion, this kind of behavior of openly provoking everyone was still too crazy and... unwise.

Ye Sheng and Jiu Deya also looked worried. These words were indeed domineering, but wouldn't they be too overbearing and offend the public?

Killing too many people would be against the natural order.

Professor Mans's mind raced, and it took him a long time to speak:

"He might be clearing the area."

"Clear the area?" The branch manager, who was standing next to Professor Mans, seemed a little puzzled. "Clear what area? Don't you want any small fry to cause trouble?"

Mans was in charge of the operations in Shancheng. As the branch manager, he hadn't been there in person, so his knowledge was limited after only two days, especially regarding the secret meeting between Lu Mingfei, Zhou Bai, and Tang's families, which was little known.

Therefore, he still believed that it was the previous irrational bounty hunters who had taken hostages, allowing the King of Bronze and Fire to escape, which angered Lu Mingfei.

His public statement this time was to prevent a repeat of yesterday.

Mans frowned, as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.

Just then, Angers finally saw off his former classmates and friends, transforming from a vengeful demon back into an elegant old gentleman. He pushed open the door and walked in, smiling at the branch manager:
There is an old Chinese saying: "To repel foreign aggression, one must first pacify the internal situation." How can you receive guests if you don't keep your home clean?

The branch manager was a seasoned veteran. He had heard about Lu Mingfei's attack on the Chen family today, and now that Angers had said it, he understood that someone was about to be in big trouble.

Angers glanced at the computer screen and adjusted his glasses:
"Let these young people handle these matters. With Caesar and Chu Zihang, two outstanding student representatives, we won't get too involved."

(End of this chapter)