Dragon Clan: Avoid the College Entrance Examination to Slay the Dragon

Chapter 74 The New Dragon Clan
Inside a private estate in New York State, crystal chandeliers cast dappled light onto oak wall panels. Angers pushed open the carved wooden door, and twelve young faces turned simultaneously from their velvet chairs.

“Isn’t Henkel here?” Angers glanced around.

A silver-haired young man stood up. “Headmaster Angers, the head of the family is dealing with something. Please wait a moment.”

“Did you go to school in Kassel?” Angers asked.

"No, I..."

“If you haven’t studied in Kassel, don’t call me principal. I’m not here today as an educator,” the old man said, raising his hand to interrupt him.

The young man froze, but still said politely, "Yes, please have a seat."

The leather sofa groaned slightly as Angers sat down, and the woman in the red dress on his left suddenly stood up. "So you've come here today to interrogate me?"

"Excuse me, who is this young lady?" Silver-gray eyebrows rose slightly.

“Elizabeth Vanderbilt.” The woman raised her chin three degrees. “Thirteenth seat in the North American Mixed-Race Alliance…”

“Ah, Vanderbilt.” Angers tapped his temple with his fingertip. “I’m sorry, this old relic only remembers Han Gao’s face. After all, the people from back then have changed. But I remember your ancestor; I spared his life back then, I didn’t kill him.”

"What do you mean!" the woman shouted angrily.

The silver-haired youth quickly pressed down on the back of her chair, "Your Excellency, please forgive me, Elizabeth has had too much to drink."

“It’s alright.” Angers turned to the brandy glass the waiter brought. “Back to the main topic. The Chicago incident, the Baltimore hotel incident—these things that should never have happened—all require Henkel to give me an explanation.”

The silver-haired youth's Adam's apple bobbed twice: "Your Excellency is wise; we are also victims in this matter. We truly have no way of knowing the specific contents of those goods transported across borders by the Sinaloa Group."

Angers accepted the brandy. "Such meticulous people as you are, how could you neglect to check it? When did the North American Mixed Race Alliance stoop to opening its doors to drug lords?"

A hoarse voice came from the shadows on the right: "We just assumed they were smuggling relics of the dragon civilization. Who would have thought that the container contained living undead servants, or even coffins of three generations of beings?"

The amber-colored wine rippled in the glass, and Angers suddenly slammed the glass down on the mahogany table: "But according to our report, it was through your gray channels that these things were able to bypass the Secret Service's surveillance network and enter North America, and then be handed over to another organization."

"Slander!" The silver-haired youth stood up abruptly. "How could you possibly believe the ravings of a drug dealer?"

Angers paused abruptly, his hand stroking the rim of his glass. “Interesting. Wall Street criminals look down on Sinaloa’s drug dealers; wearing a suit to commit crimes certainly gives you an edge. But aren’t you cooperating with them too?”

The red dress on her left side suddenly billowed, and Elizabeth braced herself against the edge of the table: "Your Excellency is going too far!"

“My dear Miss Vanderbilt,” the old woman said, her silver-gray eyebrows like drawn swords, “why should I bother if you all follow the rules? I like young people very much and would not mind having a drink with you, just as I did with your ancestors.”

“Business is business. We’re only responsible for transshipment. As for whether the containers contain Deadpool or seafood…” she smirked, her lips stained with wine, “what does it have to do with us?”

Angers' voice turned cold. "It seems the Vanderbilt family has inherited not only hair color, but also a disdain for life. Do you know how many people would be torn to pieces by Deadpool if those things were leaked in Baltimore? Not to mention there's a third-generation one among them, capable of destroying most of Baltimore."

"They're just lowly people."

Before the woman could finish speaking, a flash of silver light suddenly appeared. *Swoosh!*

Half of a bloodstained earlobe fell into the ice bucket, making a crisp sound as it collided with the ice.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah--!"

Elizabeth froze for a second before bursting into a piercing scream, gushing blood spreading large, scarlet patches on the antique tablecloth.

Amidst the screams, Angers meticulously wiped the winding lines of blood from the blade, as if he were preserving a treasured antique.

“Returning it to its rightful owner. By the way, this dagger is quite nice.” Angers handed the diamond-encrusted dagger to the silver-haired youth.

“Oh, right,” Angers suddenly said, “I’ll pay for this tablecloth.”

The silver-haired youth said, trembling, "What are you all standing there for? Hurry up and send it down!"

Several guards rushed up and began frantically dragging the screaming Elizabeth away, while a few more tried to clear the table.

"Wait a moment."

Angers pressed down on the waiter's wrist as he tried to clean the bloodstains. The old man glanced at the winding stream of blood on the table, then at the remaining eleven pale faces. "Keep them, so the children will remember. Some businesses are easy to get blood on, but hard to wash it off."

The silver-haired youth's gaze swept over his colleagues: "What exactly do you want, sir?"

Angers' smile spread across his wrinkles: "This is something for old bones like Henkel and me to talk about; you young people shouldn't get involved."

Before the words were finished, a hoarse voice rang out again from the shadows on the right. The brown-haired youth peeked out with half his face, his voice trembling with desperation: "Our cooperation with the Snake Organization is out of necessity; we have our reasons."

The old man slowly swirled his wine glass: "I'd like to hear the details."

"The alliance between the Secret Party and the Celestial Secrets has disrupted the balance of the hybrid world, causing hybrids worldwide to frantically arm themselves. We are no exception; only in this way can we ensure that we are not swallowed up by you. Besides... the other side has indeed offered a very interesting price."

"Do you know about the serum they developed? It can quickly increase bloodline purity, greatly enhancing the combat power of hybrids!" the silver-haired youth suddenly interjected, his pupils dilating slightly in fervor. "They've also shown us a magnificent vision!"

"I don't know them. What did they promise?"

"The era of the dragons will eventually pass! That will be the era of hybrids. Don't you think it's a pity that the hybrids are currently scattered like a pile of sand? Let's unite! That way, after we eliminate the dragons, we can become—the new dragons!" the silver-haired youth said.

"The new dragons?" Angers' voice rose slightly at the end, and the crystal chandelier suddenly swayed violently. Before anyone could see what was happening, the old man had appeared behind the silver-haired youth like a ghost. A dagger flashed across an artery, and spurting blood painted a fan-shaped waterfall on the oak wall.

The intense light from the golden eyes made everyone huddle in their seats, and the guards collapsed to the ground before they could even draw their weapons.

Angers leaned close to the dying man's ear: "Don't you know? I will annihilate all dragons, old ones, new ones, or those trying to become them. I have no problem with you hyenas playing financial games on Wall Street, but this? I don't mind killing every single one of you."

As the oppressive aura dissipated, the servants trembled as they dragged away the barely breathing wounded man. The old man toyed with the blood-stained dagger, the blade reflecting his mocking smile: "A fine knife shouldn't be used by a fool. Consider this your apology to me."

(End of this chapter)