Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei's Dimensional Gate

"But one thing is very surprising: he has a very ancient and unknown gene in his body, so ancient that it cannot be described in words, it's like...

"From the Black King?" Angers frowned.

Chapter 208 The Incompetent A-Rank Hybrid

"This conjecture is very bold and avant-garde."

The autopsy staff didn't want to lose their jobs. To them, the Black King was dead. After all, no one wanted a Damocles' sword hanging over their head, ready to fall and sever their head at any moment.

His conjecture about this unknown and ancient gene is more of a wishful thinking that a settlement had gone undiscovered and has now suddenly surfaced.

Even though this hybrid had become severely dragon-like and could no longer be recognized as human, and even had a large number of snake-like dead servants, he still believed that it was just a coincidence.

"We cannot confirm the origin of this gene, after all, the Black King has been dead for many years." The autopsy team neither confirmed nor denied Angers.

"Moreover, the four great dragon kings of the sky and wind, bronze and fire, ocean and water, and earth and mountains have never left anything that can be analyzed. Even the next generation has almost nothing. Perhaps this is just a gene that is closer to the origin of dragon blood. Principal Angers, you don't need to worry so much."

Many years ago, the folding knife in Angers Pocket had pierced the body of a dragon king. After all these years, the knife is still as good as new, and the bloodstains on it have long since disappeared in every corner after being wiped clean.

Without the cases of Guderian and his companion, and with two other things, he might have actually believed the autopsy team's deductions.

However, the Black King's incantation and the flesh-and-blood alchemy matrix may have forced Angers to take this seriously.

“I understand. Seal these documents away. I might need them later. You can take them out exactly as they are.” Angers’ gaze swept over the mixed-race man’s head, which was soaking in formalin.

Its ferocious forehead bore the initial characteristics of a dragon, and even in death, its eyes remained pale gold. All of its skin was covered with dense, metallic scales.

If one didn't know beforehand that this was the head of a hybrid dragon, one might even mistake it for a newly discovered species.

The news made Angers' blood boil, coursing through his veins. A slight flush of blood gradually rose on his old and pale face as he repeatedly opened and closed his folding knife.

Faced with the resurgence of dragons once again after many years, he felt not fear, but rather extraordinary excitement.

He can fulfill his lifelong wish before his death, when he is about to be buried in the ground.

At his age, it really is an age for striving.

Angers left the ice cellar in a cheerful and somewhat excited mood.

They took a special elevator back to the principal's office.

He immediately issued an order that no one was allowed to enter the ice cellar without special instructions.

Releasing what's inside wouldn't be a good thing.

First, there are the snake-like Deadpools appearing in droves, as if they were free, and then there's this hybrid with pure blood that has already turned into a dragon.

That will be something that the board members will be interested in.

The Gattuso family goes without saying, and it's possible for other families as well.

......

Although the engagement between Caesar and Nono was just a rumor, once Fingel found out, it disappeared from the public eye.

With a wave of his hand, his henchmen in the news department got up overnight, sporting huge dark circles under their eyes, cursing Finger for being inhuman while writing their articles.

After several hours of hard work, several articles with a strong marketing tone emerged and, through Finger's series of maneuvers, successfully made it onto the forum's trending list.

As someone who had already surrendered, Fingel knew he had to think of his leader's best interests. His leader's will was the direction of his actions, and he would dedicate his life to carrying out his leader's actions.

When Lu Mingfei invited him to kidnap Caesar, he knew that Lu Mingfei had a grudge against Caesar. Combined with Nuonuo's condescending and pitying attitude, as someone who had been through similar experiences, he could roughly guess the cause of this matter.

Therefore, he would rather offend Caesar and Nono than win the boss's favor, since he had no other choice.

The engagement between Caesar and Nono was transformed into a secret family deal, successfully turning their personal affair into a union between their families.

Within China, the Chen family is of legitimate lineage, and their attitude is as clear as day; their worship of foreign things and fawning over foreigners is their basic practice.

The Gattuso family's predecessor was the Mafia, and they rose to their position on the school board through shady businesses.

The two families are portrayed in exaggerated terms as an evil entity intending to seize territory from another country through marriage, a family that betrays its own "family" and acts out of loyalty.

In the days that the incident has been unfolding, he has been busy, having his "anime girlfriend" collect and add various conflicting opinions.

As a result, many of Caesar's die-hard fans, the half-bloods who wanted to drag Nono down to join the elite, and the friendly friends of the red-haired witch, a socialite, launched an attack on Fingel, the head of the press department.

Fingel gave a wicked smile.

Who is he?

The forum administrator waved his hand and made all the voices opposing him disappear; if you can't see them, they're as good as nonexistent.

Lord Fingel cannot tolerate any dissenting voices.

As long as he can get a word of praise from Boss Lu Mingfei, this lackey of his will wag his tail for half a day.

However, during this period, Lu Mingfei was completely silent, as if he wasn't surfing the internet at all.

If Lu Mingfei hadn't gone to the classroom to clock in and to the cafeteria every day, he would have even thought that Lu Mingfei didn't exist at all.

Finally, during a meal at a restaurant, he met Zero, the blonde loli sitting next to Lu Mingfei, and Lu Mingfei, who arrived late.

Fingel suddenly realized that his boss was indeed an S-class, even his interests were so unique, always being either non-humans or lolis.

"Brother Fei, how do you think I performed?"

"What kind of performance?"

"Don't you know? I was the one who orchestrated the uproar on the forum."

"I've been quite busy lately and haven't had time to check the forum."

Lu Mingfei quickly finished his food. The ring and watch he had deliberately shown off did not prevent Zero from getting closer to him, but rather stopped Zero from moving and kept it at a certain parallel distance from him.

It's more like a responsible approach.

I've been researching how to use the living core to create an alchemical device that can suppress the dragon's blood frenzy.

His study of alchemy had already consumed much of his energy, leaving him no time to pay attention to such trivial matters.

“Brother Fei, I’ve made Caesar and Nono, whom you hate, disliked by everyone,” Fingel boasted.

Public opinion is a powerful force, and this will become even more important in the future when technology is more advanced. It can cover up the mistakes of some people at any time, or it can magnify the mistakes of others to the point of burying them.

"Oh, I see." Lu Mingfei opened the forum and found a message from the principal.

First, I opened the forum and discovered that Fingel was being attacked by some loyal dogs, Caesar was being labeled an incompetent A-grade hybrid, and there was also Nono...

It has to be said that this is much more satisfying than the abstract act of burying Caesar.

"Finger, you must have put in a lot of effort. You've worked hard. Also, the principal wants a few of us to gather in his office."

"To receive praise from Brother Fei is the greatest honor of my life." Fingel wagged his non-existent dog tail and stared wide-eyed at his iron-gray eyes.

"Brother Fei, I'm just a lowly F-rank loser who can cause trouble online. Please don't drag me into this. I'll get killed in an offline PK. Please, Brother Fei, don't make me go."

"That's not up to me. Principal Angers said that there are seven of us going to assemble."

"Seven people?"

"That's right, and Zero too, you come along as well."

Zero simply nodded silently, elegantly eating the last piece of beef on her fork, like a noble princess.

Fingel's voice was choked with sobs, and he questioned her in a tone almost like a wronged woman.

"Brother Fei, why are you doing this to me? I didn't..."

"okay."

Fingel immediately composed himself and answered Lu Mingfei obediently and honestly.

"Brother Fei, can I ask what mission we're going to carry out this time? Such a frequent mission frequency is not normal, except for someone as diligent as Chu Zihang."

"I don't know."

......

"Caesar, are you worried about public opinion?" Nono asked indignantly. "That bastard Fingel took my money and still dared to do such a thing. We had a free love relationship."

"No, it's something else." Caesar opened his email on his computer. It was a message from Norma, sent by Principal Angers.

"Emergency mission call-up."

Caesar showed Nono the email that Principal Angers had sent him.

Due to the recent resurgence of dragons, it is necessary to investigate them and gather the best hybrids to investigate and even eliminate them.

Only a few short sentences.

Nono's profiling started automatically, and she found that things were not as simple as she had imagined. Generally speaking, not so many people would participate in this kind of mission.

Unless this dragon is definitely not simple.

Caesar wanted to prove his strength through this operation, to prove that he was not the incompetent A-class hybrid that Fingel described, and that he would not be reduced to the insulting term "incompetent husband."

......

Angers leisurely sipped Darjeeling tea, awaiting the arrival of the young dragon slayers.

Ever since he left the ice cellar, he had been hoping that Norma could gather information about the suspicious resurgence of the Black King.

Until yesterday.

Flamel, the vice principal and one of the best alchemists among the hybrids, suddenly contacted him and asked him to come to his small, cramped apartment.

He pushed open the door to the small room located on the clock tower.

Flammel, obsessed with Western cowboy culture, had his room filled with ancient books related to alchemy.

Some of them even produce a sizzling sound with the slightest touch, making one wonder if they are close to being weathered.

Angers couldn't even find a place to stand. Among the mountains of ancient books, he finally found the drunken Flamel under a lamp.

Wake the other person up in a "friendly" manner.

Flamel then pointed to a stack of handwritten documents beside him and said.

“Angers, when are you going to hand over the principalship to me? I’m already ready to take over your position.” He shook the bottle of wine in his hand.

This was the first time Flamel had ever been so drunk. His Word of Power covered the entire Kassel College, suppressing all the mixed-race individuals with bloodlines lower than his, preventing them from using their Word of Power. His constant release of it, even while drunk, still had an effect.

Angers quickly flipped through the thick stack of documents.

It took me a long time to read through this stack of documents, and I found two conclusions from it.