As the old man stepped out of the black Humvee, he also saw the whole picture of the other party. He has short hair, and although he is gray, he stands like a steel needle.

Although he was wearing a long black trench coat, he still couldn't hide the other party's burly figure, and his wrinkled face showed a majesty that was not angry and arrogant.

Seeing the old man walk out, the waiter on the side hurriedly wanted to hold an umbrella, but he was so frightened by the old man's aura that he trembled all over, and he couldn't even hold the umbrella steadily.

The old man snorted coldly and took the lead in pushing the waiter away, and then he opened an umbrella on his own and slowly walked towards Ange.

Lisa on the side saw the old man coming, and the pair of big blue pupils couldn't help but shrink slightly, and she didn't come back to her senses until she was patted on the back of her hand by Ange.

"Lisa, you go to the hotel first, the other school directors are already in place."

"Okay."

Lisa nodded, took the lead in holding up an umbrella, and walked into the white hotel behind her.

The old man stopped when he walked to a distance of two meters from Ange, and Ange did not take the lead in greeting the other party, but also looked at the other party indifferently.

The two stood in the wind and rain, and the rain flowed down the black umbrella in all directions, forming a curtain of water droplets, and they looked at each other through the curtain.

The miserable white thunder suddenly illuminated the dim sky, and also illuminated the grim faces of the two old men.

"Ange."

The old man in a black trench coat was the first to speak, although his voice was not loud, but it was able to suppress the thunder in the sky, like a lion making a dull roar, there was a chilling feeling.

The waiter on the side trembled, his face turned pale, and he felt like he was suffering from a serious illness, but in fact, he was in the aura of these two old men, and he was able to persevere until now.

But when the two old men leave, he may just sit on the ground with his butt in his back.

Now seeing that the two sides are still facing each other, he only hopes that these two old men can end sooner, otherwise he really can't hold on.

Hearing the other party's call, Ange also said in an indifferent tone, "Master Beowulf, you are here."

However, after the two of them spoke separately, they did not continue to speak, because there was no need to say much at this moment, and the old man called Beowulf by Ange had an aggressive feeling when he appeared.

The content that the school board meeting wanted to communicate was clearly stated by Ange in the email, so it can also be seen from this that the attitude of the head of the house, who had already shown his blade before he even came to the hotel.

So Ange has nothing to say to the other party, it is already a knife face at the moment, but everyone is still restrained, because the identities of the two sides do not allow them to tear their faces directly.

Otherwise, what is the difference between it and a gangster, but to some extent, Ange is a gangster.

Although he pretends to be a playboy, he is unreasonable in many things.

If he hadn't agreed on the content of the email this time, he would have really picked up a baseball bat like a thug and smashed the heads of the school trustees, including the head of the Beowulf family in front of him.

Although he didn't have a baseball bat, the folding knife that never left his side was his weapon, and this time he came no less than a war.

For Beowulf, however, he was more of an executioner in his own right.

Therefore, an executioner will not reason with others, he will only face what he thinks is the enemy, and then use his broadsword until the opponent's head is cut off, so this scene of confrontation between the two is created.

Although they have not yet started negotiations, the attitude of the two sides has been revealed, and it is no exaggeration to say that life and death are against each other.

Now the wind and rain are constantly howling, and the waiter on one side can only hold the umbrella in his hand, he doesn't understand why the two old men can maintain such a calm posture just holding the umbrella with one hand.

But he obviously grabbed it with both hands, and there was another kind of want

The feeling of being blown away, especially under the collision of the force fields of these two old men, he was really about to be unable to bear it.

Until the ancient bell rang from the white hotel behind him, like a clarion call for a meeting, Ange and Beowulf reined in their edges at the same time, and then walked towards the hotel.

As if nothing had happened just now, only the waiter was left, and he couldn't bear it anymore, so he sat directly in the water.

The room was a little dark, for there were no electric lights, but the old candles, the faint flames of which barely illuminated the people in their seats, who were sitting around a long table.

There are seven people in this room, two women and five men, and they all represent the rich or powerful people in various fields of this world, and it can be said that everyone has unimaginable power and wealth, and anyone who wants to tie them up can fill a city.

But now they have come here with a common goal to settle some kind of dispute, so they are only the trustees of the Kassel Academy at this moment.

Ange sat at the very end of the long table, looking like the leader of all, and behind him was an oval window inlaid with crystalline glass.

Through this glass, you can clearly see the undulating sea outside, and even the pitch-black ink-stained clouds.

Bolts of lightning shot through it, illuminating the dimly lit room as well as the deep faces.

If you look closely, the seven faces in the dim room all have their own characteristics, except for Ange's handsomeness and gentleness, and even a little cynicism, unlike the others, they either look old and serious, or they look extremely gloomy, and some even have withered faces, and those who don't know think they are coming to attend a funeral.

For example, one of the school trustees sitting next to Ange was wearing a black suit and a pair of crimson gloves on his hands.

The withered and old face was full of solemnity, and it felt more like he had come to attend a funeral of his own, and because of his arrival, it seemed that he had just risen from the coffin.

There was also an oxygen respirator next to the old man, and it seemed that the other party would be starved of oxygen at any time, and then put the oxygen mask on his face and breathed heavily.

Just when Ange looked over, the other party's face turned black, and at the same time, he quickly put the mask on his face at this time, and then snorted and breathed heavily.

Ange couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, for fear that the other party would die suddenly at this moment, if this is really the case, then it may not be a so-called negotiation next, but more like a memorial service.