Dragon Clan: Starting with the Azure Dragon Fruit

Upon hearing this, Charles felt a chill run down his spine, and he began to scrutinize the young man before him.

It was only at this moment that he realized he had actually tried to use negotiation skills to persuade a monster that had single-handedly killed three generations of species.

It was like performing a ridiculous tap dance in front of Death; if the other party showed the slightest displeasure, a single slap could send him shoving into the wall.

In the face of absolute violence, all etiquette and business rhetoric are nothing but a farcical spectacle.

Faced with Henrault's questioning, Angers simply picked up his wine glass calmly, a sly glint in his eyes.

"I've already said it, it's an S-class, it should at least look like an S-class."

Lin Yuan seemed to have finished eating, and got up to look around.

Looking at Charles, whose face had turned pale, he asked sincerely, "You just said that personal bravery can't do anything about it?"

Chapter 92 McDonald's fries taste better

Lin Yuan's question left Charles's mind blank, and his knees buckled involuntarily. He had to grab the edge of the table to avoid embarrassing himself in public.

The twelve young people next to them also realized what was going on.

No wonder that a few hours ago at the Sotheby's auction, those guys would rather watch their favorite items be taken at the reserve price than dare to bid against this young man from the East.

Because just the moment Lin Yuan asked the question, they sensed the dragon's might in the young man's eyes.

"Alright, Lin Yuan, don't argue with a child." Angers spoke up at the right moment, breaking the silence around them.

Among the thirteen people standing opposite Lin Yuan, the youngest was over 26 years old, but in front of Lin Yuan, who had defeated a pure-blooded dragon on his own, they really looked like children.

Angers looked at Henkel, who was in the main seat: "Old friend. I suggest you talk to the children more about simple life principles. Tell them that the Wall Street approach works well for dealing with businessmen, but it's not suitable for outlaws. You want to hire the Secret Service, that's fine. But before you name a price, you need to know what kind of people the Secret Service are."

Han Gao was not annoyed, and chuckled twice while holding his wine cup.

“You’re right, children don’t understand.” He raised his glass to Angers, a hint of emotion showing in his cloudy eyes.

"Congratulations, old friend. You've found such a brilliant successor. Now, even the Dragon King might not be able to stop your path of revenge."

Angers was very satisfied with this statement, or rather with Lin Yuan's performance. He picked up his wine glass and drank it all in one gulp.

"The party outside is about to begin." Henkel composed himself, reverting to his shrewd and calculating leader demeanor.

"You've gone to great lengths, sending your successor to the auction first, and now bringing him to my estate. I suppose it's all to give him a proper introduction in North American mixed-race circles. You can introduce him to everyone at the ball later."

"That's exactly what I was thinking." Angers understood the implication in his words that he wanted to see the guest out.

A waiter stepped forward and respectfully gestured for them to enter: "Mr. Angers, Mr. Lin Yuan, I will take you to your guest rooms to rest for a while. The party will begin soon, and someone will notify you to enter."

Lin Yuan got up with Angers. He hadn't quite figured out what the "negotiation" was all about.

He had eaten quite a bit, and before leaving, he glanced at the oysters on the table, feeling a little reluctant to part with them.

After Angers and Lin Yuan had walked away, Han Gao stood up with his cane, walked over to Charles who was still frozen in place, and patted him on the shoulder.

“It’s alright. I didn’t expect you to reach any agreement with Angers in just a few words. I just wanted to sound out the Secret Party’s intentions. You’ve done a great job.”

Charles slumped into his chair, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, still shaken.

“It seems we were a bit too hasty in proposing cooperation; the Secret Party is quite resistant,” said a young man with chestnut curly hair standing nearby.

“It’s alright, Kassel College will need our help sooner or later.” Henkel tapped his cane and sneered.

"S-rank is indeed powerful, but it's far from enough for a young man to challenge four monarchs. Just remember today's lesson, and don't be so foolish next time you sit down at the negotiating table."

"Then let's just leave it at that," the other person asked.

Henkel shook his head and walked to the edge of the wall: "Let's wait and see. We still have room to talk with Angers. He's not having an easy time on the board either. His previous purge of the Sackler family has thoroughly angered the Gattuso family. That old stubborn Frost has been impeaching him at the board meetings lately."

“I do hope the Gattuso family can put in more effort, and ideally force Angers to rely on us.”

As he spoke, he tapped a protruding part of the wall with his cane.

“Angers is gone, come out.”

The small door hidden in the wall opened.

A tall man in a gray suit walked out and pulled out the chair opposite Henkel, sitting down without any regard for the other North American mixed-race family heirs around him.

Henkel glanced at him, somewhat helplessly: "Next time you appear before me, could you at least be a little more presentable?"

"Decent? I've only worn this suit once. Not decent enough." The man shrugged.

"I'm asking about the tattered paper bag over your head?" Henkel tapped the carpet with his cane.

A McDonald's delivery bag with the "M" logo was prominently displayed upside down on the man's head.

The paper bag has two roughly cut holes for seeing and a mouth hole for eating.

Since their faces were not visible, the young people around could only stare at the strange man's shoes with odd expressions.

"Besides, I remember you prefer KFC more." Henkel rubbed his forehead, feeling his blood pressure rise again.

"Just how much do you love to play? Can't you be a little more professional? For someone who works in intelligence to act like this is incredibly unprofessional."

The man leisurely took out a French fry covered in ketchup and stuffed it into the mouth hole in the paper bag.

"Let me correct you, McDonald's fries are the soul of the fast food world, KFC's are too soft," the man said confidently.

Henkel fell silent. He couldn't refute this, after all, at his age, his daily diet consisted of specially prepared meals with little oil and salt.

McDonald's and KFC are both too far removed from him.

"That's not what I'm arguing about. I'm saying why you're wearing that damn paper bag on your head." Henkel realized he'd almost gotten himself into a trap.

The man just chuckled: "It's because I happened to have McDonald's delivery and didn't want to be recognized, so I just borrowed the packaging. After all, now is not the time for me to show my face; it wouldn't benefit either of us."

“Everyone in this room is trustworthy,” Henkel said, frowning.

"Don't be ridiculous. Look through history books. When has intelligence ever not been leaked from the mouth of a trustworthy person?" Mr. McDonald scoffed, but because he was wearing a "hood," no one noticed.

Han Gao fell silent, recalling some tragic past events associated with the man in the comical takeout bag.

"Okay, you're right, now is not the time for you to show your face."

Henkel skipped over that topic and instead asked about what he cared about most.

"Then can you tell me if the intelligence I received is true? That S-rank really did hunt down a third-generation species all by himself?"

Mr. McDonald stopped chewing, paused for a moment, and then nodded very slightly, a gesture that looked somewhat comical because the paper bag was rather large.

“It’s true. And that’s not an ordinary third-generation species; it can even unleash its Nibelungen.”

"To put it bluntly, it was a monster so powerful that almost no single North American family could defeat it alone."

Everyone, including Henkel, was speechless.

They originally thought that even if Lin Yuan killed a third-generation species, it was probably just good luck that he encountered a dragon that had just recovered and was in a weak period, and then he managed to get away with it thanks to heavy firepower support.

But judging from what Mr. McDonald said, the S-class in Kassel was a hundred times more terrifying than they had imagined.

Charles felt a churning in his stomach and was so frightened he almost vomited.

Han Gao was momentarily lost in thought.

He thought of a century ago, when Angers trampled over the corpses of dragons to place the Secret Society on the throne of power. And now, he clearly saw a new tyrant rising.

This young man from the East is even more terrifying than the avenger of yesteryear.

After all, even Angers couldn't possibly face a pure-blooded dragon alone at the age of 18.

A monster far surpassing Angers has taken his seat with great force at the hybrid poker table.

Seeing that everyone was silent, Mr. McDonald dusted off the salt on his hands, stood up, and said, "If there's nothing else, I'll be going now."

"Wait." Han Gao suddenly called out to him, his cloudy eyes revealing a rare sincerity.

"You'd better reconsider the matter I mentioned to you before. I can only feel at ease if the power of the family is in your hands."

The man raised his hand impatiently, wanting to clean his ear, but his entire ear was covered by the McDonald's bag, so he had to give up.

"Old man, aren't you annoying?" he sighed.

“Although we both share the same surname, Frings, you left the family a hundred years ago. Now that you’re halfway to the grave, I’m not going to clean up your mess by suddenly asking me to take over your position.”

After saying that, he ignored Han Gao's attempts to persuade him to stay and went back into the hidden door.

Henkel stared at the wall for a long time before looking away.

"Everyone, disperse." He waved his hand at the group of young people in the room.

"The party is about to start, everyone be more alert."

......

Inside the manor's banquet hall, the air was filled with the fragrance of fine clothes and the clinking of glasses.

The scene before him reminded Lin Yuan of the party Caesar hosted at Norton House.

However, there were many more participants here, and they were all unfamiliar faces that Lin Yuan did not recognize.

As Lin Yuan and Angers stepped into the hall side by side, the previously noisy conversation paused briefly.

Countless eyes converged from all directions, including those who had witnessed Lin Yuanlong's power at the Sotheby's auction just hours earlier.

Many more people learned about this newly promoted S-class who single-handedly killed a third-generation species through news that Kassel College had just released to the world.

Without a doubt, from the moment he stepped into the hall, he was the undisputed protagonist of the night.

Henkel arrived at some point, smiling as he raised his glass to announce this to all the North American mixed-race celebrities present.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please allow me to introduce you to Mr. Lin Yuan, the newly promoted S-rank student of Kassel College and the future Swordholder of the Secret Party."

"As for the principal of Angers beside him, I think he doesn't need much introduction."

A round of applause filled the hall.

The newly rich and old money who controlled North America's wealth and power put down their glasses to express their awe to a tyrant who had just slain a pure-blooded dragon.

As Henkel finished his speech, the band began to play a melodious waltz.

The crowd parted to the sides, clearing out the dance floor in the middle. Several young gentlemen bent down, took the hands of their female companions wearing velvet gloves, and slid into the dance floor together.

Lin Yuan was somewhat uninterested, feeling that he had been meeting all sorts of people from morning till night, which had made him, a person with social anxiety, a little "socially awkward".

All he wanted to do was find a place to sit for a while until the party ended.

Angers seemed to sense Lin Yuan's impatience and whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear: "Just for the sake of those twelve million dollars, find a girl here later and have her dance in the middle."

Although Lin Yuan felt bored, he was no longer a clueless novice who was completely ignorant of social etiquette.

Besides, he's beholden to those who feed him, and he still has a huge sum of money in his account from the principal.

He nodded, planning to wait at the edge of the dance floor, and if any girl came over to invite him, he would simply agree and go through the motions.

As for inviting others on his own initiative? Are you kidding me? He's an S-rank who's slain a dragon, doesn't he have any pride?

Chapter 93 The Big One is Coming

Lin Yuan walked to the edge of the dance floor and picked up a glass of ice water from a passing waiter's tray.

After eating a lot of seafood, he actually wanted to drink something hot, but it seems that foreigners don't drink hot water.

A vacuum zone naturally formed around him.

Although the mixed-race socialites dressed in formal gowns frequently glanced at Lin Yuan, none of them dared to approach him to invite him out, given his fierce past.

The pampered girls were like a herd of frightened deer, only daring to whisper among themselves a few steps away, pushing and shoving each other tentatively, none of them daring to be the first to step forward.

Lin Yuan was happy to have some peace and quiet, hoping that this group would continue arguing until the end of the ball, which would be a way to give Angers an answer.

However, this tranquility lasted only half a minute before a faint fragrance wafted past Lin Yuan's nose.

A tall figure walked up to Lin Yuan. Jiu De Mai was wearing a boldly tailored deep purple dress. The silky fabric clung to her skin like flowing water, revealing her stunning curves.

“Hiding here alone doesn’t suit your status as the star of the night.” She smiled, her eyes crinkling.

"Since the young ladies are too scared to come over, why don't you dance with me?"

Lin Yuan's eyes lit up when he saw who it was.

It turned out to be Mai Shude, whom he had met in Clausthal last time. Although he had saved Mai Shude's number in his phone after their last meeting, they hadn't had any contact since, and he thought they probably wouldn't see each other again.

I never expected to run into her here today. Since I have to complete the task assigned by Angers, it would be perfect to dance with Mai, who I have met once before and who has a beautiful face and figure.

Without hesitation, he placed the ice water aside, bowed slightly, and very gentlemanly offered his right hand.