Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei returns from Warhammer

"boom!"

The long mahogany table that was cut in half crashed to the ground, causing a strong wind.

"Don't be so impulsive, Mingfei."

Angers said with a headache.

He didn't know when he appeared next to the first cowhide 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 folding knife blocked the blade of Lu Mingfei's alchemy sword. The young man on the seat did not dare to move, and fearfully stared at the two sharp blades on his neck.

"Hey Ange, it's best to calm down your students."

Hengao said in a deep voice, veins pulsating 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, both aimed at the back of Lu Mingfei's head.

Alchemy Wheel. The barrel of Texas Dawn's gun has been pressed down. This is the legendary weapon that he used to write his own glorious hybrid history, and it is also the legendary weapon that writes the history of the Henkel family.

"I have tried very hard to calm him down, otherwise you young family representatives will have their heads split."

Ange sighed softly and looked at the young man who said he wanted to become a new dragon.

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

But the fanatical look on his face was frozen forever, and his pupils were gradually dilating.

Only Angers and Henkel noticed the fact that the young man was dead - there was a secret red line on his neck.

"Mingfei...that's almost enough. I think they have all learned a lesson."

Angers said softly.

"..."

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

"I hate you so much."

He said coldly, "You guys' superior attitude makes me sick...you don't even have ordinary people in your eyes."

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

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

They were all excellent hybrids, but their arrogance had been completely shattered dozens of minutes ago.

But now, the cold front called "death" is hanging around their necks.

"Indeed. Teach your children more simple truths about life, Henkel."

Angers put away his folding knife, "Wall Street's fanciful investment theories are of no use to us, let alone tell us about the 'new dragon clan'..."

He glanced at the indifferent Lu Mingfei from the corner of his eye and continued:

“Both by nature and by designation, we are all enemies.”

There was a dead silence in the room. The young people did not even dare to breathe out, and their shirts were soaked in cold sweat.

Their life and death are all between the thoughts of the old and the young.

Henkel was naturally aware of this. He still held onto the Texas Dawn with his hands, and pointed his gun at Lu Mingfei.

After a while, he put down the gun:

"Take your things and leave quickly. Don't wait for me to regret it and shoot you coldly."

Henkel said in a deep voice.

In the face of Anger's Word Spirit Time Zero, even the so-called 100% hit rate of his "Word Spirit Holy Judgment" has to be reduced by half.

What's more, there is such a fierce young man. He has no chance of winning in a two-on-one fight, or he will be forced to trade one for one.

But the other one will definitely kill all his young spokespersons, and the leaderless family will soon fall into chaos.

And no matter who he drags to die with him, he will offend the secret party.

Given the greedy nature of Frost of the Gattuso family, he must be quite willing to accept the assets he acquired from the Western pioneer days.

"I'm sorry, Henkel, our meeting was not a pleasant one this time."

Ange spread his hands helplessly.

"Originally, there was paid information, but now I'm not in the mood to sell it to you, so get out."

Henkel said coldly.

"That's really sad news. I hope we can still work together in the future."

"Let's go, Mingfei."

Angers picked up the document bag that fell on the ground and pushed the door open.

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

There was dead silence in the room.

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

"Wagner..."

Wagner, the youngest person in power in the Morgan family who was chanting to become the new Dragon Clan, the red line on his neck became increasingly clear, and fine drops of blood spurted out from the red line.

"Dead long ago."

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

The young people looked at each other and saw the cold sweat on their foreheads.

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

Henkel, leaning on a cane, stood up and walked over to the body that was frozen in place.

Looking at the remaining fanatical look on his handsome face, Henkel cursed in a low voice:

"idiot."

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

"That...he killed Wagner."

someone whispered.

"That's his stupidity...remember this lesson and don't provoke Angers and the madman next to him in the future."

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 let those arrogant fools from Wall Street come back."

"Just wait and see for a while and pay attention to the movements of that S-class Lu Mingfei."

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

"You...sent someone out?"

Hearing this, some young people had a look of hope on their faces.

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

Henkel said coldly.

…

The silver Porsche roared cheerfully and drove 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 the Henkel family."

While waiting for the red light, Angers bit a cigar and lit it for himself - this old guy who had been driving without a license for more than a hundred years actually became good and obeyed the traffic rules.

"He should be grateful that he was the only one speaking out...otherwise everyone else would have been purged along with him."

Lu Mingfei said coldly while holding the alchemy sword.

In front of an Astartes, he said that he would become a new alien...

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

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

Angers expression became indifferent, "The biggest enemy has not yet awakened, and there are already hybrids ready to carve up the world and become our enemies."

"You do have this power of intimidation to ensure that when we face a real dragon-like death battle, no one will stab us in the back."

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

"I have no interest in killing each other. Currently, my only enemies are damn aliens and heretics..."

Lu Mingfei frowned - the car seemed to be followed by two trucks of unknown origin.

"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, waiting for a chance to prey, suddenly rushed from the alley on the road into the main road, biting their Porsche.

"Are you kidding! Why can this kind of thing be driven on the street? Doesn't the Chicago government care about it?!"

Even Ange was shocked when he saw the green beast that suddenly rushed out.

Because the opponent is a wheeled light armored vehicle that is speeding rapidly!

On the roof of the car, a masked thug wearing a combat uniform and a heavy body armor was moving a dark M2 heavy machine gun, aiming the muzzle at the hoodless Porsche in which Lu Mingfei was riding.