Although Manstein spared the incident, two weeks later he found Angers again.

"Headmaster, you can't indulge Lu Mingfei's behavior anymore."

Manstein said solemnly.

"Is his martial arts exchange still running?"

Ange asked, surprised.

It's been a few weeks, is the enthusiasm of the students so high?

"The match was long over, and Caesar Gattuso won by a minute. That's not the point! ”

Manstein raised his voice slightly.

"You say, you say."

Ange touched his ear.

Everyone knows that he dotes on Lu Mingfei, so whatever the latter does will be counted on him.

Of course, Ange was happy to accept this.

"He also looked for people to train after the competition, and even went to the instructor after the students were beaten down. Attendance in the third grade is now less than fifty percent, and the attendance rate in the second grade is dangerous. If this continues, Kassel will be paralyzed! ”

Manstein complained in a fierce voice.

"Not really."

Ange took a sip of tea and was shocked.

"Why not, Mr. Yuya Sasaki is on sick leave, and he can't take swordsmanship classes."

Manstein said.

"So what can I do? I can't order Lu Mingfei not to find someone to challenge. ”

Ange sighed.

"After all, Cassel was born to slay dragons, if you have to be afraid of even the challenge of half-bloods, then where will you have the courage to draw your sword in the face of those pure-blooded dragons who are in charge of great power?"

He said quietly.

"If students spend most of their school life in a hospital bed, then they won't have a chance to slay dragons."

Manstein coldly punctured the holes in his language.

"Ming Fei won't last that long, well, it should."

Ange said with less certainty.

As an S-rank, Lu Mingfei's physical strength and recovery power are too perverted, and they are even more terrifying than the pure-blood dragon clan.

"Find a way to stop his crazy behavior, or I, the chairman of the Discipline Committee, won't be able to do it."

Manstein gave Angers an ultimatum.

Of course, such behavior is not polite, but he is also forced to have no choice.

It is natural that students are lying in bed and cannot violate discipline, but what is the point of existence of a school without students.

Manstein had just walked on the front foot, and Schneider was dragging his oxygen tanker on the back foot.

Ange rubbed his eyebrows, it was indeed a bit stressful for an old man in his hundred years old to receive two troublesome characters in a row.

"Professor Schneider, I hope you bring me good news."

He asked with a wry smile.

"I hope too, but unfortunately not."

Schneider said in his bellows-like voice.

"Let's talk about it."

Ange sighed.

Schneider didn't speak, but picked up a stack of papers from the cart and placed it on the principal's desk.

Ange picked up the documents and flipped through them one by one.

Looking at it, his eyebrows furrowed.

"It's not worry-free."

Ange put down the papers, his tone tired.

According to the documents, a considerable part of the "divine blood" addiction that is popular in Mexico has flowed into Japan in the past two years.

Japan is also a country that opposes drugs, but of course that's not the point.

Kassel is not a hero academia, and the traffickers are not under their control.

But it's a different story with half-breed addicts, especially since this addiction also uses dangerous alchemy techniques.

"Do you think it's possible that this addiction was created by the Japanese branch?"

He asked.

"Not sure. Ostensibly, the addiction came to Japan from Mexico. But I asked the equipment department, and the 'divine blood' not only requires extremely high alchemy technology, but also has a high technological content. With the level of scientific research in Mexico, I don't think they have the ability to do that. Even if they are some kind of God's offspring. ”

Schneider replied.

"Is it possible that a North American half-breed family made it?"

Ange asked again.

He knows those guys, they only have interests and power in their eyes, and law and morality are just paper to wipe their ass.

Although their main battlefield is Wall Street, as long as there are enough benefits, addiction is not impossible.

As a victim of being stabbed in the back by a North American half-breed, Ange is not afraid to repay them with the highest malice.

"Would you like me to give Henkel a call and ask?"

Schneider said.

"You still have that guy's phone?"

Ange was stunned for a moment, and quickly realized that he was telling a bad joke.

"Forget it, even if you hit that guy, you'll only laugh at it."

Ange shook his head.

"Even if this medicine was not made by the Japanese branch, it has nothing to do with them. Since they see Japan as a forbidden country, they are responsible for cleaning up their homes. ”

Schneider changed to a serious tone.

"What about the response of the Japanese branch?"

Ange asked.

"They said they would investigate as soon as possible."

Schneider replied.

With Ange's knowledge of the Japanese branch, this sentence is about your.

"It seems that I have given them freedom all these years and gone too far."

He sneered.

A silver light suddenly appeared on Ange's fingertips, fluttering like a butterfly through a flower.

But this is not a child's pencil game, in his hands is a powerful weapon that can wreak havoc on the dragon king.

Meneke Cassel, the legendary dragon slayer, slain countless dragons and fallen hybrids with his Atcan longsword, eventually perished along with one of the original species.

The Atcan longsword was also reduced to pieces in that battle, and the head was reforged into a folding knife by Ange.

The knife was coated with poison to dragons, enough to inflict unbearable damage on the first species.

And for those who want to challenge the authority of Kassel, this folding knife is also a nightmare for them.

"The loyalty of the Japanese branch to the headquarters is obvious to all."

Schneider said the opposite in all seriousness.

"What is the Executive Department going to do?"

Ange asked.

"I'm going to send a team to help them investigate."

Schneider said.

In fact, he intends to send the most elite operatives of the Executive Department.

It's just that the Greenland incident made him nervous, and he didn't want to say the word elite squad in any language.

Ange frowned, the headquarters sent people to help and supervise, this is a common method in Kassel, but it is not suitable for the Japanese branch.

It was no longer time for MacArthur to become the emperor of Japan, and America's faithful little brother had his own ideas.

If it were to face the US government, Japan would naturally have no room for resistance.

Even a politician with a net worth of hundreds of millions of dollars who sings every night will commit suicide with eight shots in the back if he expresses any inappropriate political opinions.

But in the face of Kassel, which is also hidden behind the world, the Japanese branch still has some confidence.

Relying on the unique national character of that country, the Snake Eight has turned the Japanese branch into an iron bucket.

Angers sent people to Japan many times for exchanges, but they were all half-dead by the Japanese branch.

Even the insane armament department was reluctant to deal with the Japanese branch, because the men were truly insane, cruel and bloodthirsty.

"How's the commissioner you sent to communicate last time?"

Ange asked.

"He is still under treatment, and Professor Masashi Toyama is optimistic that his spirit will return to normal in half a year."

Schneider said lightly.

"Then let's send someone over to talk to us."

He said.

"Okay, I'll pick and choose this time."

There was a hint of murderous intent in Schneider's tone.

"No, I already have a candidate."

Ange shook his head,

"Who?"

"Someone who can break their spine."

A smile twinked at the corner of Ange's mouth.

(End of chapter)