"How is Ming Fei?"

Ange frowned.

The $600 Behike cigar had burned to the end without being smoked.

"The situation is very encouraging."

The Night's Watch sat on the couch and shook his head.

Although there is still one, the loss of a heart is still unacceptable.

Without two hearts pumping blood at the same time, Lu Mingfei's strength would have dropped by at least two-thirds.

For a fighter, this is no different from a mortal wound.

The Japanese branch was unable to deal with such a serious injury, so Lu Mingfei had no choice but to contact Ange.

Anyway, they have enough secrets in common, and this one is not bad.

Unexpectedly, Ange was quite calm about the fact that Lu Mingfei had two hearts, and immediately asked the vice principal to come over for a consultation.

"Can't you use alchemy to recover?"

He asked.

"Alchemy is not a miracle, and the Philosopher's Stone is not a true panacea. And that kid's body structure is completely different from that of ordinary people, so he has no way to start. ”

The vice principal complained.

Seriously, when he saw Lu Mingfei's body scan for the first time, his jaw was about to fall to the ground.

The vice-principal's first thought was that this kid was not human.

But comparing the structure of the dragons he had seen, he found that it was completely different.

Lu Mingfei told him very simply that this was the result of the transformation of the sacred genetic seed.

As for the vice-chancellor's believe it or not, that's his business.

"What did Ming Fei say?"

Ange ignored the second half of his remarks.

"He said he could just find him a Nibelungen, but it wasn't an ice coke, and he could sell it at any supermarket."

The vice principal said helplessly.

"Nibelungen."

Ange bowed his head and groaned.

Indeed, Lu Mingfei seems to have always had a particularly strong interest in the Nibelungen.

Perhaps, there is a cure for his injuries.

After a while, he looked up.

"Hey, you didn't have the idea to fight that, did you?"

How many years of relationship between the vice-principal and Anges can tell at a glance what he is thinking.

"Why not?"

Ange asked rhetorically.

"I don't have anything to do, but it's strange that guy will ignore you, that's their lifeline."

The vice principal pouted.

"What's the use of a bunch of vampires blending in with the crowd and a grave?"

Ange sneered.

He picked up the phone and paused, his gaze was firm again, and he dialed the extremely unfamiliar number.

"I never thought you'd call me."

In an old-fashioned bar on Sunset Boulevard, Henkel picks up a puck and throws it into a tequila soaked with butterfly larvae.

"Believe, I didn't expect it either."

Ange took a glass of rum from the bartender in the red vest and threw half a lemon into it.

"I suspect that you have provided false information, my people have searched all over Huaguo, and they have not found the shadow of the Dragon King."

Henkel said with some unhappiness.

Those who can be sent to find the Dragon King are the elites of his subordinates, and every day wasted in Huaguo is a serious loss.

"That only means that your level is not good. And stop bragging, old fellow, we all know how big China is. It would be nice if your foals could go through the three eastern provinces. ”

Ange scoffed.

"Hmph."

Han Gao took a sip of wine, which was tantamount to acquiescing to his words.

"Tell me, what are you calling me out for? Don't say it's to call me out for a drink, we haven't had such a good relationship since 1900. ”

The old cowboy slammed his glass down the bar, and the drink splashed.

"I want the Nibelungen you have in your hands."

Ange said lightly.

There was a suffocating silence, and the bar was empty for some time, except for two old but still fierce beasts.

"Do you know what you're talking about? Angers. ”

Henkel said slowly.

"I know."

Raise your head.

"To get it, we stained the entire Rocky Mountains with the blood of Mormon fire. Now you open your mouth and want to take it over? ”

Henkel leaned back, as if in awe of the whimsical idea.

"Are you old and confused, or are you thinking of the North American Half-Blood Alliance as a branch of Kassel?"

There was sarcasm and anger in his tone.

"Lu Mingfei is injured and needs treatment from the Nibelungen."

Ange's tone remained calm.

"When did the Nibelungen have a therapeutic effect? Besides, what does it matter to us that your people are injured? ”

Henkel scoffed.

This old guy wouldn't think that the secret party and the North American alliance were all-weather strategic partnerships, right?

"I don't have any children, and Ming Fei is my favorite heir, that is, my child. Now he needs a Nibelungen to heal, and I'll get him a Nibelungen. ”

Ange's fingers tightened, and the iron glass creaked.

"If I don't get it, I'll go down Wall Street and kill your young people one by one until the heirs of the North American Half-Blood Alliance are dead."

His voice was colder than an ice hockey.

"Are you threatening me?"

Henkel's eyes narrowed, a dangerous golden glow shining through his eyes.

"I'm just informing you, Henkel. Ming Fei is the only one who can kill the Black King and end the history of the Dragon Clan. If you ruin him, I will ruin everything. ”

Ange said.

"Old guy, you are unreasonable, and Lu Mingfei was not injured by me."

Henkel was shocked by his brazenness.

"Reason? What do you reason with a father who is about to lose his child? ”

Ange crumpled the glass into scrap metal.

Henkel was about to speak when a ringtone came out of his pocket.

His face changed, it was the ringing of a special phone, which only rang in the most urgent moments.

"Hey, what's the matter?"

Henkel answered the phone.

"Patriarch, the Executive Department dispatched a large number of elites to surround Wall Street."

The person on the other end of the line said hurriedly.

Wall Street, which is always crowded, is exceptionally quiet today.

Handsome men and beautiful women in combat uniforms stood in twos and threes in front of various intersections and the gates of important institutions.

These men appear to be unarmed, but no one suspects that they are also horrific killing machines with their bare hands.

Some of them are active commissioners in the Department of Operations, and some are retired from service.

But they have one thing in common, and that is that they are hardcore supporters of Angers, and with a word from him, they can attack any enemy.

"Ange, are you really here?!"

Henkel shouted.

"What do you think? I'm going to condemn this Nibelungen, and Christ can't keep it, I said! ”

The Atcan knife danced in a brilliant way, nailing the crumpled wine glass to the bar.

And the "Texas Dawn" was also loaded, with the muzzle up.

The clock hanging on the background wall ticks and ticks, and the second hand goes round and round.

"Something can't be given to you for nothing."

Henkel spoke suddenly, in a very tough tone.

"Buy."

Ange said without hesitation.

"It's the Nibelungen, the land of the dead, the holy land of alchemy."

Henkel tapped on the table and emphasized.

"Is this enough?"

Ange pulled out a fist-sized philosopher's stone.

"The Philosopher's Stone, a good thing, but not quite as good as the Nibelungen."

Henkel shook his head.

"What about this plus this?"

Ange pulled out another transparent container, and lava-like blood rippled inside.

Almost as soon as he saw it, the dragon's blood in Henkel's body began to boil, as if he longed, feared, and surrendered.

"It's."

He asked, looking shocked and trembling.

"Blood of the Dragonlord."

Ange said what he wanted to hear.

"You have really killed the king."

Henkel said in a harsh tone.

"Ming Fei is the real 'Dragon Slayer', as an old thing with half a foot buried in the grave, all I can do is drag everyone who gets in his way to hell."

Ange put the Philosopher's Stone and the Dragonlord's Blood on the bar.

The second hand rotated at a speed that had slowed down fifty times.

Time Zero has been turned on.

(End of chapter)