Dragon Race: Lu Mingfei Returns from a Wolf

The sea breeze blew in from the window, and Frost Gattuso was dealing with documents. His brother who had sex with him that day disappeared somewhere. Ever since he was appointed as the acting head of the family, he had not had a day of leisure.

There was a thick stack of documents on the antique table. The sun shone on his gray hair, and the reflected light was like a crushed silver mirror, fine and dazzling.

The furniture in the room was classic and elegant. The old-fashioned black dial phone placed beside the table suddenly rang.

"This is Frost Gattuso." His calm face has deep nasolabial wrinkles, and his black suit is crisp and neat at all times.

He listened quietly to the voice on the other end of the phone and put down the document in his left hand.

After hanging up the phone, he stood up from his seat and rang the bell.

At the same time, four phones rang simultaneously from all over the world.

At Kassel College, Hilbert Jean Angers stood up from his seat and left the venue under the gaze of Mance.

Old Tang entered through the gate easily. The security guard let him in without even searching him and saluted him respectfully.

Entering the door, a medieval castle-like building comes into view, with green lawns, crimson cobblestones, and quaint buildings...

A strong historical atmosphere hit him. Old Tang originally thought that the mission location would be a secret camp set up with tents, and a bunch of fierce special forces with camouflage on their faces would come to receive him. But he was completely wrong. The place was empty.

one person.

The only thing he felt was tranquility. The yellowing ginkgo leaves were blown by the wind, the warm afternoon sun shone on the cobblestone path, and the white marble statue at the main entrance sprayed water in the pool, sparkling. Everything seemed quiet and harmonious.

The pigeons flapped their wings and flew away from the ground, landing on the red roof of the church in the distance. His bad luck was at work again.

He has never been able to get along well with small animals. When he saw a stray cat abandoned in a cardboard box on the street, when he walked over, the kitten would just curl up in the corner of the box and tremble. Even when he stretched out his hand, the kitten would make a shrill cry.

Voice.

In fact, he also thought about raising a cat. Living alone, he always felt that something was missing. He woke up from bed at night and sometimes couldn't help but open his mouth and call someone's name. But after the first pronunciation came out, he

Only then did I realize that no one was with me at all.

This place looked like the summer resort of a certain Duke. Old Tang looked around and found no one alive except for the security guard at the door. Those pigeons kept staring at him, and his back suddenly felt numb, as if there was something there.

A cold wave from Siberia penetrated his collar.

"Hurry up and hand over the documents and leave. This place feels weird." Old Tang sniffed, took out his cell phone and followed the navigation.

Walk through the garden with green vines and branches, and cross over the arched bridge carved with lions.

He had only seen fairy tale-like scenery, such beautiful scenery in movies. If he took any photo, he could upload it to a paid wallpaper engine and use it on his computer desktop.

The mission locations in the past were either dark and humid mud tombs or desolate and hot deserts. He had never been to such a good place, but there was no special fluctuation in his heart. The exquisite vases and skilled gardening could not make him look at it more.

One glance.

"Keep going, he's waiting for you." The employer sent the last message.

Old Tang saw a figure from a distance. The silver old man waved to him with a smile. His back was so straight that it made people think of things like tombstones and bell towers.

"Are you collecting documents?" Old Tang untied the rope tied to his chest and took off the black document bag.

He folded the black card on the document bag, folded it and handed it to the old man.

The moment the notification came on, a text message was sent stating that the entire 10,000 US dollars had been received. Not a penny was missing. It seemed that even the handling fee was paid for him by his employer.

Old Tang looked at the huge circular building behind him. He heard a commotion. It seemed that there were still living people here, and it was not a mirage or a ghost town. This made his anxiety dissipate a little.

Stay in awe of what you don’t know. This sentence is very suitable no matter where it is used.

"Welcome." The old man spoke pure American English and took the document bag and black card. "Would you like to come in and have a seat? We are holding an event."

"Forget it." Old Tang shook his head.

It's time for him to go.

Hunters are an industry that requires vigilance at all times. He will not let down his vigilance easily just because of the good intentions shown by the other party.

If an employer is willing to pay $10,000 to ship a document, it's definitely not some pretty girl or the latest issue of Time. There's no doubt that this bag contains secrets.

Don’t ask what you shouldn’t ask, and don’t be curious about what you shouldn’t know.

Have you not seen how many idiots in TV series and animations have lost their lives because of temporary curiosity? They had the chance to finish the job and then go home to get their wives.

Old Tang would never make such a stupid mistake, and he would not show any abnormality that he shouldn't show.

Completing the mission and then leaving is the way for a qualified hunter to survive.

"Then forgive me for not sending it off." The old man bowed slightly, "Please go slowly."

"It should be." Old Tang nodded, turned around and left along the way he came.

He remained vigilant until he walked out of the door, and the security guards saluted him again and stood up straight.

When he walked to the motorcycle hidden on the roadside, he finally couldn't help but cheer.

"Damn it! This money is so good!" He whistled cheerfully, looked at the balance in the card, and beamed, "Oh yeah! It's so good!"

He took out the scratched card, kissed it, and planned where to take the two cowards for dinner the night after tomorrow.

The engine roared again and the motorcycle raced on the road. However, the ecstatic Old Tang did not notice that on the left side of the tire tracks, gasoline was dripping from the fuel tank intermittently, soaking the gray road into deep black.

...

In the center of the venue, Angers strode up to the highest platform and snatched the gavel from King Solomon's hand.

"Everyone, the meeting has been temporarily suspended due to special circumstances. Now, new information will be added to Lu Mingfei's referee." Angers banged the gavel hard, "At the same time, all school directors are also observing this event remotely.

meeting.”

Manx narrowed his eyes. He had never heard the school director behind him say this.

Angers looked at Mance with a smile and waved to his old friend.

The end has been drawn. From the moment he got the document bag, the ending was doomed.

What was inside was not information, but a check, a check worth a billion dollars.

This check will be divided equally between Cassell College and the six school directors free of charge. It comes from the school director who has never attended the school board meeting, who provides a large amount of funds every year, but has never intervened in the affairs.

of school directors.

His method is simple and crude. He stuffs the whole piece of cake into your mouth, leaving you choked and speechless.

The first time he took action, he showed his courage to everyone.

He came with only one intention: I will protect Lu Mingfei.