Dragon Race: Lu Mingfei Returns from Warhammer

Chapter 62
"boom!"

The long mahogany table that had been cut in half crashed to the ground, setting off a gust of wind.

"Don't be so impulsive, Mingfei."

Anger said with a headache.

He didn't know when he appeared next to the first leather chair, holding a folding knife about 20 centimeters long in his hand. The unique pattern of Damascus steel was all over the blade.

The blade of the jackknife blocked Lu Mingfei's long alchemy sword, and the young man on the seat did not dare to move, aiming at the two sharp blades on his neck in fear.

"Hey, Angers, you'd better calm down your student."

Henkel said in a deep voice, with blue veins throbbing on his forehead, and the golden light in his eyes became more and more blazing.

But he raised his hands, holding two golden old-fashioned revolvers, aiming at the back of Lu Mingfei's head.

The alchemy wheel. Texas Dawn's barrel has been pressed down. This is the legendary weapon he used to write the history of his glorious mixed race, and it is also the legendary weapon that writes the history of the Henkel family.

"I've tried my best to calm him down, otherwise you young family representatives will have to split their heads."

Ange sighed softly, and looked at the young man who said he was going to become a new Dragon Clan.

He still maintained the posture with his hands open, as if he wanted to bathe in the divine radiance.

But the frantic expression on his face was frozen forever, and his pupils were gradually dilated.

Only Ange and Henkel noticed the fact that the young man was dead—a hidden red line appeared on his neck.

"Mingfei...it's almost ready, I think they should have all been taught a lesson."

Ange said softly.

"..."

Lu Mingfei glanced at the eight shivering young men sitting on cowhide chairs, then at Angers who looked helpless, and put away the alchemy long sword that was not stained with blood.

"I hate you guys."

He said in a cold voice, "Your superior attitude disgusts me... You don't even have ordinary people in your eyes."

"Although I haven't seen a real dragon yet, if you want to become that kind of thing...then I don't mind purifying you first."

The new generation of elites, the young spokespersons of the Henkel family are trembling.

They are all excellent mixed races, but their arrogance has been completely shattered 10 minutes ago.

But now, the Fenghan named "Death" is on their necks.

"Indeed. Tell your children more unpretentious life principles, Henkel."

Anger put away his pocket knife, "Wall Street's hype investment theories are useless here, let alone tell us about the 'new dragon family'..."

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the indifferent Lu Mingfei, and continued:

"Whether natural or self-appointed, it is the enemy."

There was a dead silence in the room, the young people didn't even dare to breathe, and their shirts were soaked in cold sweat.

Their life and death are all based on the thought of the old and the young.

Henkel was also aware of this, of course, he still held on to Dezhou Lixiao with both hands, and pointed his gun at Lu Mingfei.

After a while, he put the gun down:
"Take your things and leave quickly, don't wait for me to repent and slap you coldly."

Henkel said in a low voice.

In front of Anger's Word Spirit. Time Zero, even his "Word Spirit. Holy Judgment" has a hit rate of [-]%, which is said to be [-]%.

What's more, there is such a vicious young man, he has no chance of winning in a two-on-one, or he will forcefully drag a one-for-one exchange.

But the other one will definitely kill all the young spokespersons like himself, and the family without a leader will soon be chaotic.

And no matter who he dragged to die with him, he would offend the secret party.

With the greedy nature of the Frost of the Gattuso family, he must be quite happy to accept the assets he has built all the way from the western pioneering era.

"I'm sorry, Henkel, but our meeting was not very pleasant this time."

Ange spread his hands helplessly.

"Originally there was a paid information, but now I'm not in the mood to sell it to you, go away."

Henkel said coldly.

"That's really sad news and hopefully we can work together in the future."

"Let's go, Mingfei."

Angers picked up the file bag that fell on the floor, pushed the door and walked out.

Lu Mingfei left without looking back, and never looked at anyone in the room.

The room was dead silent.

Suddenly, the young people heard a "hissing" sound like an air leak.

"Wagner, he..."

Wagner, who is going to become the new Dragon Clan, is the youngest person in power of the Morgan family. The red line on his neck is becoming clearer, and fine blood beads are sprayed from the red line.

"Dead long ago."

Henkel said coldly, and took the two alchemy revolvers back to his waist.

The young people looked at each other in blank dismay, and they all saw the cold sweat oozing from their foreheads.

Only then did they realize that one of their companions had died.

Leaning on crutches, Henkel got up and walked to the frozen corpse.

Looking at the fanaticism remaining on his handsome face, Henkel cursed in a low voice:
"idiot."

"Then... let's forget it?"

"That...he killed Wagner."

someone whispered.

"That's because he is stupid... Remember this lesson, don't provoke Angers in the future, and the lunatic next to him."

Henkel took off the silver ring from the corpse's finger and threw it to one of the young men, "Let the Morgan family choose another spokesperson within five days...don't come to that kind of arrogant fool on Wall Street."

"Wait and see for a while, and pay attention to the actions of that S-rank Lu Mingfei."

Henkel looked at the open crimson door in the room, "If they can survive tonight..."

"You... sent someone out?"

A young man heard the words, with a look of hope on his face.

"I'm not that stupid...but the information about the 'Emperor' is not so easy to get."

Henkel said coldly.

……

The silver Porsche made a cheerful roar, driving on the bustling streets of Chicago.

"You're a little too impulsive... Even if he claims to be a new Dragon Clan, you won't kill him."

"That's from the Henkel family."

While waiting for the red light, Angers bit a cigar and lit himself—this old guy who had been driving without a license for more than 100 years turned out to be good and obeyed the traffic rules.

"He should be thankful that he is the only one who speaks wild words...otherwise everyone else will be purified along with him."

Lu Mingfei said coldly while holding the alchemy long sword.

In front of an Astartes, saying that he is going to be the new alien...

Looking back now, Lu Mingfei even laughed at that heretical behavior.

"Well...in a way you're right."

Anger's expression became indifferent, "The biggest enemy has not yet awakened, there are already mixed races who are ready to carve up the world and fight against us."

"You do have this power of deterrence, to make sure no one stabs us in the back when we face a real dragon fight to the death."

"The nature of the dragon bloodlines is to kill each other and fight to the death. Only the dragons with the best bloodlines can survive and gradually improve their genetic advantages."

"I'm not interested in killing each other, my enemies are only damned aliens and heretics..."

Lu Mingfei frowned—there seemed to be two trucks of unknown origin behind the car.

"Ha, did Henkel send people to stop us?"

Angers also noticed these two trucks. As trucks, they seemed to have been modified, and their speed was as fast as this sports car.

"boom!"

At this time, the green beast hiding in the darkness and waiting for a chance of predation suddenly rushed into the main road from the side alley of the road, biting their Porsche tightly.

"What a joke! Why can this kind of thing be driven on the street? Doesn't the Chicago government care about it?!"

Even Angers was taken aback when he saw this green beast rushing out suddenly.

Because the opponent is a wheeled light armored vehicle speeding fast!
On the roof, a masked thug wearing combat uniform and heavy body armor was moving the black M2 heavy machine gun, pointing the gun at the uncovered Porsche that Lu Mingfei was riding in.

(End of this chapter)