Dragon Raja: Reboot

"It seems you've recruited many young people with exceptional bloodlines..."

Henkel paused for a moment, then spoke slowly and forcefully, "We know that Kassel College killed 'Bronze and Fire,' one of the Four Sovereigns, in the Three Gorges of the Yangtze River last year."

"Yes," Angers replied frankly.

"So, did you get the dragon bones?"

"No," Angers shook his head. "It could have, but an accident happened. A student hit it with a Storm torpedo, but we searched the entire area afterwards and didn't find his remains."

"But you're sure he's dead!" a young man said, standing up.

"In fact, we're not sure," Angers said casually.

"But even the four monarchs are still biological beings. A direct hit from a storm torpedo can penetrate a cruiser. Under such an attack, his chances of survival are too small."

He didn't have enough time to develop a gigantic body, and was only using the body of a "Dragon Servant," which was less than one-tenth the size of his original body.

Furthermore, we did kill Constantine and obtained his remains.

"Congratulations!" Han Gao raised his glass. "For the first time in history, we have truly killed four monarchs, and even killed the two twins on one throne! The dragons' ability to 'cocoon' has been a nightmare for us for thousands of years. No matter how many times we kill them, they will always revive. But you have solved this problem."

"Of course, the purpose of the Secret Party is to completely end the history of the dragon race."

"Who's the next target?"

"I can't say that. If I reveal the college's plans, the board of directors won't let me off the hook."

"Very good." Henkel nodded slightly. "At least we know that you have a complete plan, and when that day comes, it will usher in a new chapter in human history."

He nodded to the young man who stood up.

"We have some ideas to convey to the Kassel College." The young man straightened his chest and slowly approached Angers.

He had fully learned the dignity of his father, and was elegant and dignified.

"I'm here to hear your thoughts," Angers said, waving a cigar.

"Mr. Angers, if it were Mr. Frost instead of you at the auction today, we might not be able to sit down like friends, have a drink, and have a proper conversation."

The young man looked down at Angers, staring into his eyes. "I think you understand why."

Angers smiled and said, "Frost Gattuso is one of the leaders of the Gattuso family. He is proud of his bloodline, very radical, and inflexible. If it were him, he wouldn't bother talking to you at all."

"We are all hybrids, and should have been good friends. We only have some differences in our attitudes towards dragons, but these are not insurmountable. Now that you possess the power to kill the first-generation dragons, we are happy to see it and are willing to offer our assistance!"

"So generous?" Angers raised an eyebrow.

"We are willing to give generously for our common cause, but we also expect reasonable returns." The young man slowly walked behind Angers.

"Rewards?"

"Yes, after the history of the dragon race ends, a new era will belong to the hybrids. We are far superior to ordinary people, and we will become the new dragon race! However... no single race should enjoy absolute power; we should share power!"

"Is this a discussion about dividing up territory?"

"No, it's not about dividing, it's about sharing!" The young man held onto the back of Angers' chair, his attitude friendly, his breath almost hitting Angers' face as he spoke.

"So, do you have a specific plan?" Angers looked down, toying with the glass in his hand, the wine rippling with pale golden waves.

"First and foremost, if you obtain those dragon kings... I mean, their corpses, you cannot keep them for yourself."

"Do you want to turn it into a specimen and tour the world?" Angers smiled.

"You understand my stance, Principal..."

"Enough." Angers suddenly interrupted him, slowly standing up with a refined smile, "Of course I understand your attitude, but you don't understand mine."

The young man then realized that the old man was taller than him, and when they stood face to face, the height advantage immediately reversed.

"I should have been more patient with your idiotic speech, but I'm sorry, my student is too young, and I don't want to smear his ears any further."

"A new dragon? Young man, do you know what you mean in the eyes of the dragons?"

"Mingfei, tell him that you've had close contact with the two Dragon Kings, and no one knows them better than you!"

Lu Mingfei, standing in front of the bookshelf, didn't even look up. "A dwarf, and the kind that kneels down."

Angers gently patted the young man's face and smiled:

"Did you hear what my student said? You are a dwarf in front of the dragons. You have their bloodline but it is incomplete. You talk big without realizing it."

"Even when they look you straight in the eye, your incomplete bloodline may deprive you of the power to resist."

"You will unconditionally kneel down and worship them, and that's bloodline oppression! Mingfei, what's this called in China?"

Lu Mingfei finally put down the ancient book, turned around and said seriously, "Back then, we called this kind of person a Han traitor. As for him, he should be called a dragon traitor."

"Oh! An interesting title!" Angers shrugged, then smiled. "A pathetic man who can't even control his own destiny dares to compare himself to a new dragon? Young man, do you know what my life's dream is?"

The young man, who had suffered the greatest humiliation of his life, had fire burning in his eyes.

But let alone resist, he has done his best even in the face of pressure from Angers.

"Kill all the dragons," Han Gao said calmly, interrupting their conversation.

"Yes! My lifelong pursuit is to kill all dragons, all dragons, whether born that way or self-proclaimed, are my enemies!"

Angers flicked the cigar butt off and said coldly,

"Those who have been my enemies all met terrible ends!"

At a time when this old fellow was displaying his formidable prowess.

No one noticed that the young man standing in front of the bookshelf stiffened for a moment.

"Han Gao, you should teach your children some simple, practical principles. The Wall Street way doesn't apply to a bloodthirsty thug like me. Mingfei, let's go."

The old man straightened his clothes, turned around, and walked out the door.

The oppressive feeling, like a tidal wave, finally dissipated, and the young man breathed heavily as if he had been suffocating for a long time, staggering backward.

Everyone, including him, thought the discussion had ended in failure.

"By the way... do you know why I haven't looked at you since I came in?"

An unexpected sound rang out.

Everyone turned to look at the young man who had been standing in front of the bookshelf without ever turning around.

Lu Mingfei put down his book, slowly turned and walked towards the door, put his hands in his pockets, and said softly:

"I hate traitors the most. When I see a traitor, I can't help but want to kill them. And now I just happen to advocate nipping all dangers in the bud, but I have to say... Mr. Han Gao is still very worthy of my respect, after all, he has such good judgment."

The new generation of S-class students from Kassel School shrugged with his back to everyone and walked out of the crimson wooden door.

Just before stepping out the door, he turned back for the second time, waving and greeting everyone with a bright smile:

"Goodbye, boy! I hope I won't see you on the battlefield this time."

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Han Gao poured a glass of wine and handed it to the frightened young man.

"Have a drink. It's alright, I wasn't expecting you to reach any agreement with Angers, I just wanted to sound him out. You've done a good job."

"Oh, oh." The young man took the glass in a fluster and drank it all in one gulp.

"It seems we were a bit impulsive in proposing cooperation so hastily; the Peruvian party has shown considerable resistance," another young man said.

"Not necessarily. Kassel College does need our help. You should also remember this lesson and abandon that damned rhetoric, even if it's a joke." Henkel turned to the young man who had taken the glass.

"lesson?"

"Don't compare yourself to a dragon in front of Angers! That old man's lifelong pursuit was to drag all the dragons down with him. Do you want to be buried with him?"

Han Gao stood up, leaning on his cane, and said with emotion and admiration,

"Angers is over 130 years old. Have you ever seen a 130-year-old man as dashing as him? And what supports this dashing exterior is revenge. More than a hundred years ago, the seed of revenge was planted in Angers' heart, and today it has grown into a towering tree that inspires awe."

"Revenge?" the young man asked, puzzled.

The old man sighed:

"The complete annihilation of the Lionheart Society more than a hundred years ago had a huge impact on him, turning his life upside down."

"For Frost Gattuso, slaying dragons is a family tradition and a lucrative business. So it's hard to negotiate with him; he's a businessman and a politician, and he'll fight for every inch of ground."

"Angers is different. He wants revenge for his former accomplices. If you let him kill all the dragons, he might agree to any condition you ask."

"Let's wait and see for a while. We still have a basis for negotiation with Angers, and besides, Frost is pressuring him. I hope Frost will push him harder, so that Angers will be pushed to our side."

Henkel smiled and slowly walked to the wall, knocking on it.

"Come out, your dear headmaster is gone."

The small door hidden in the red wall opens.

The guest walked in silently.

A silver-gray suit, shiny leather shoes, and a rose gold watch.

Every inch of his slender body exuded power, and the young people couldn't help but stare at his feet. His gait was rare, firm yet gentle, with an extremely strong sense of rhythm.

This stems from extremely strong self-confidence.

He stepped into the small house where the leaders of the mixed-race family gathered, and like the previous S-class, he acted as if no one else was there.

Henkel looked up at him. "Next time, could you at least show your face in front of me with some dignity?"

"A bespoke Prada suit, Hermes shoes, a Zenith watch," the customer patted his entire outfit. "That'll cost $3 for the whole set, pretty impressive!"

"What's that covering your head?"

"You've never seen a KFC paper bag? No way..." The man stuffed a fries dipped in ketchup into his mouth.

This guest, who embodies elegance, toughness, and aloofness, has a KFC paper bag over his head, with two eyes and a mouth cut out from it.

Therefore, young people could only stare at his feet.

"This time it's Colonel Sanders? The last time I saw you, you had black stockings covering your face, and the time before that was Halloween, and you were wearing a Darth Vader mask..." Henkel sighed, "Just how much of a party animal do you think you are?"

"Actually, my idol is Master Yoda..."

Han Gao sighed.

"Okay, okay, actually I just don't want to show my face yet, it's not the right time," the young man laughed.

"Everyone who can enter this room is one of our own."

History tells us that every leak of important intelligence originated from "our own people".

Hango was taken aback: "That makes sense. Did you hear what Angers said just now? Is he hiding something?"

"It sounds like he's not hiding anything; he does indeed possess a dragon skeleton, and the school board is now demanding it, but Angers hasn't handed it over."

"Heh, it seems the school and the Secret Service aren't entirely on the same page," Han Gao chuckled. "Do you know their next target?"

The man shook his head: "No definite news, but it's possible... in China."

"China? Then keep an eye on it." Henkel nodded. "Besides, I'm very interested in Lu Mingfei. There should be more than just Angers behind him."

"He's a prominent figure in the academy, highly regarded by the principal, and the only 'S' grade."

"Gather intelligence about Lu Mingfei, no matter how trivial."

"It's started, but there hasn't been any special progress yet. He seems ordinary, so ordinary that he doesn't seem like an 'S' class at all, just going through a troubled adolescence."

"Ordinary? You call that ordinary?"

Han Gao interrupted, feeling an urge to grab the man by the collar and demand to know if he was just taking money without doing anything.

"I admire his courage and decisiveness. I even started to hesitate about whether I should find a successor. His last words seemed to show him great respect."

The man shrugged helplessly and said, "Actually... I also doubt whether the person I saw today was really him. Speaking of which, does he have a brother who looks exactly like him?"

Han Gao glanced at the young people present and said calmly, "Did you hear what he said at the end?"

"Traitor?" The man raised his hand and scratched the paper bag, making a rustling sound.

Han Gao sighed and said, "Not everyone can slay a dragon, which is an important reason why I am willing to support Angers."

These kids might be good at financial markets, but if you put them in a group to slay dragons, the result might be as Angers said.

Of course, professional matters should be handled by professionals, but I can't help but start to worry a little...

"Which point?"

Han Gao emphasized, "Not every Dragon King is as easy to deal with as Bronze and Fire; there must be cunning schemers among them!"

They were once monarchs, so they were naturally skilled in the art of governing!

If a Dragon King were to infiltrate human society and weave his kingdom with cunning and intrigue, those mixed-race individuals with inferior bloodlines would willingly become his subjects, possessing no power to resist whatsoever!

At that time, we will not only face the dragon race, but also the flame of human civilization that has been accumulating for thousands of years!

We will be torn apart and become our own enemies.

The old man gripped his cane with both hands and spoke coldly, each word carrying a chilling intent.

The man paused for a moment before saying, "Are you worried about the appearance of the Dragon Traitor?"

"That young man named Lu Mingfei reminded me that in order to win this war against the dragons, we must ensure that no one on our side stabs us in the back!"

Han Gao spoke calmly, his sharp, eagle-like gaze sweeping over everyone present.

"Therefore, I will grant you a special power at this moment."

"If there's a traitor in this house, I'll allow you to kill the traitor first, then report back to me!"

The man clapped his hands and said, "Fantastic! In ancient China, this was called 'acting first and reporting later,' I love this privilege!"

After saying that, he looked at everyone present with ill intent.

The young people stiffened and all avoided his gaze.