Lu Mingfei, become the king of gambling in dungeons!

Night fell on the outskirts of Chicago, and crows took flight from the clock tower outside the library window.

Guderian stared intently at the document filled with dense text, while Schneider calmly explained its gist:

"A temporary but well-trained commando team, with at least three A-level elite instructors and the rest of the members are all veterans with more than six years of experience in missions. Nominally, they belong to the execution department, but in reality, I have no authority to mobilize or command them. Their nominal temporary power is equivalent to nothing. They are directly subordinate to the board of directors. You know... there are too many cases like this. We are not actually in charge of this school."

"Once it is determined that Lu Mingfei poses an excessive danger... this commando team will swiftly execute him."

"If the danger really exceeds the limit, don't take any chances. Even Caesar and my student Chu... even Caesar would probably find it difficult to resist the pursuit of such a well-equipped and premeditated combat team." Schneider originally wanted to include his student Chu Zihang, but he suddenly remembered that his student seemed to have completely mastered the forbidden Lionheart Society's technology.

Having the ancient technology to unleash the lion's heart, we can no longer view things from the perspective of the past.

Professor Guderian, his hands so sweaty he could barely hold the document, lifted his disheveled head.

"What...what will they do to Mingfei...how could they treat Mingfei like this? Mingfei isn't a stock that needs to be sold. He might become the most outstanding student in the academy in nearly forty years. How could they..."

"What will happen to Mingfei? What do you mean by execution?" Guderian shuddered and continued to ask.

Schneider said hoarsely, "It's not as serious as you think. The follow-up procedures can be changed to life imprisonment. He will be sent to a small island in the South Pacific. During the capture, Frigga bullets will be used sparingly. And you ignored the premise I mentioned: if he is not dangerous, he will be able to enroll safely."

Guderian's voice rose several decibels. He stared intently at the documents, leaning back on the library conference table: "That won't do! He's just a student! A bright, harmless, promising young man! An innocent, kind student who hasn't even experienced the world of mixed-race people! How can the board of trustees be so indiscriminate?"

"He's not even a real S-rank yet! He's never even attended a single day of classes at the academy! Why are they so wary of a kid?" he protested loudly, looking genuinely indignant.

The more resentful he appeared, the more terrified he actually was; he knew Schneider wasn't exaggerating. Perhaps he'd been in a comfortable position for too long, because before coming here, he'd subconsciously forgotten what a terrifying and violent organization the Secret Service was.

Schneider was somewhat puzzled by Guderian's reaction.

Why do you keep calling him a good kid? Are you really that close to Mingfei?

You only saw his relevant documents a few days ago; you probably haven't even met in person.

"The matter of Fingel..." Schneider mused.

Guderian interrupted him: "Is Fingel still in school? My student graduated a long time ago and went to Cuba, which he wanted to go to!"

Schneider paused for a moment. How could Guderian not know that Fingel had repeated a grade and would be going back to eighth grade? He had been quite concerned and anxious about Fingel's situation in private for the past two years... He just knew that Fingel was a smart student, so Guderian pretended to be crazy and wouldn't bother him.

Whether a person is truly outstanding or not can never be hidden from their former mentor.

Upon reflection, he suddenly felt that he could understand Guderian's situation. Guderian had once had a less than pleasant experience of being ruthlessly studied as a specimen.

The principal must have made some kind of promise to Guderian, such as "Lu Mingfei will definitely be your student after enrollment."

Even if Lu Mingfei was actually all bark and no bite, Guderian would still show the necessary enthusiasm. He might lower it a bit, but he would still happily say that Lu Mingfei was great, because he was his new student, which naturally triggered a resonance between them... or rather, a resonance in Guderian's heart.

Resonance is a rare thing, and it can easily trigger the compensation mechanism after time shift, which is actually quite common among hybrids with "Blood Sorrow".

When a middle-aged person resonates with a younger person who has just come of age, it is clearly because they see their past selves in the person. Therefore, they want to make up for what they have missed. What they didn't have before, their students must have. What their first student didn't have the opportunity to have, their last student must have the opportunity to have.

"I'm just mentioning this possibility; the actual probability of it happening is probably less than one percent. It's just a precautionary measure by the school board. I'm telling you this to further reduce the probability and to be more enthusiastic about your students."

Schneider's tone softened somewhat, but he still had to finish his reminders; it was best that Guderian was so dedicated to his students.

"So what I mean is, don't think that the responsibility on your shoulders is light or anything like that. Your student's safety is basically in your hands now. Show him as much goodwill as possible, and let him reciprocate with goodwill."

"Let the school know that this is a good child whose bloodline won't easily go out of control, and the principal won't make things too difficult for this child."

After Guderian left in deep thought, Schneider briefly flipped through the stack of documents he had brought, then pulled out one of the bottom documents, an inconspicuous document that the principal had probably asked Guderian to bring along.

"Aren't the new students temporarily added to the enrollment plan included in the planned quota?" Schneider pondered why this document required approval from the executive department. It didn't seem to be a situation similar to Lu Mingfei's, where some basic investigation would suffice. Entrusting this kind of thing to the executive department was no less than sending professional bounty hunters to find the lost cats and dogs of the wealthy.

If it were someone else from the executive department instead of him reviewing these documents, they would probably subconsciously discard this inconspicuous file.

The board of trustees has special admissions authority at Kassel College. When exercising this authority, it must be discussed and approved by the board of trustees or approved by the principal. Usually, the principal's approval is sufficient for such matters.

This special appointment power is rarely used because there is no need for it. It is merely a way to nominate candidates and reduce the amount of trouble involved. Apart from that, there are no other preferential treatments.

Cesare Gattuso was admitted through a similar process, but after learning that his father, a member of the school board, nominated him, he demanded a change in the admission method.

"Norma, if you turn off some of the lights, can you find out which board member nominated these three new students? Can I look up the specific details?"

The library lights returned to their dim, yellowish hue.

"The second and third requests are not possible, sir. With your limited authority, I can only tell you that they are two different approval processes."

Two different approval processes mean that it is very likely that two school board members exercised their authority this year.

And they are all used anonymously.

Schneider paused for a moment. His authority was actually quite high within the college, but it wasn't enough to involve the board of directors. So he scanned the names of the three new students in the file again.

"Zero Razumovskaya Romanova".

"Abdullah Abbas".

"Ronald Don".