Although it was daytime, the lights were not turned on in the room. Not only that, everything in this room where natural light could be exposed was tightly blocked. The only lighting tool here is a huge candlestick and a long white candle.

Burning silently.

Except for a school manager who has been absent for many years, the remaining six school managers have arrived.

The school managers sat upright in their respective positions, bright candlelight reflected shadows of varying shades on their faces. The six school managers were looking at the information in their hands, which was about the "Blood of Constantine" mission.

All records, including starting from the hunter website, from Lop Nur in western China to Sareyesic Laraut wasteland in eastern Kazakhstan, with clear details of the size and details.

No one spoke, and the atmosphere of the meeting was a bit dull.

Anger played with the folding knife in his hand. Under the reflection of the bright candlelight, the flames jumped lightly on the sharp tip. As Anger turned his folding knife, the flames also jumped back and forth on the folding knife.

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Some people put down their information one after another, and the school directors looked at each other, as if they were discussing who would be the first to speak.

Frost Gattuso coughed lightly, lifted the copper bell in front of him and shook it a few times, "Principal Angers, is this mission report for "Constantine's Blood" true?"

Racing the bell to speak is a tradition of the school board in case of interruption.

"In China, this kind of document is called 'black and white'." Anger smiled playfully, "Frost, when did you become so roundabout?"

"Please pay attention to your attitude, Angers." Frost roared the bell, "As the main person in charge of this mission, please give a reasonable explanation for the failure of this mission. We had the opportunity to directly obtain a dragon king's

Dragon egg, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for secret parties.”

"I failed." Angers spread his hands, "It's simple, there's nothing to explain. Or you can take this as my explanation."

The school directors seemed to be stunned for a moment. They did not expect that this stubborn old man would admit his failure so simply. In their impression, Angers was as sharp and hard as the folding knife in his hand, but it was extremely crisp.

Not bendable.

"Angers!" Frost rang the bell again, "This is at the meeting of the school board, not in your college, pay attention to your attitude."

"Those are the two first generations." Baron Laurent yelled the bell, "I don't think anyone can keep the dragon eggs in front of the two first generations. It's not Angers' fault."

"I mean." A middle-aged man roamed the bell, and there was an inappropriate bicycle helmet beside him. "Everyone is still more kind. No one can do anything like this."

"Angers, your priority is to protect the dragon eggs." Frost yelled the bell, "But what were you doing at that time?"

"I was fighting with the two Dragon Kings at that time. Is there any problem?" Anger frowned slightly. He placed the tip of the folding knife on a candlestick that was beating with white candles, and slowly turned his wrist.
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"According to the manual of the executive department, the correct way should be to cover the dragon eggs to leave, right?" An old man wearing Buddhist beads lashed the bell, "It is the right way to stop Norton as soon as possible, but he was dragged by Li Wuyue in Norton.

After staying, your choice is to break the vortex prison and help Norton. Can you give me an explanation?"

"I hope to kill a first-generation species, and the two fight to reap profits usually only happens in the story." Anger squinted his eyes, and the flames jumped on the tip of his knife, "and Norton was attacked by a sneak attack."

After being seriously injured, I don't think Dragon King Li Wuyue will let us go after killing Norton."

"Is it really just that?" Frost slammed the bell, "We know that you have a personal grudge between you and the Dragon King Li Wuyue. You just want to take this opportunity to take revenge, right? Hence, he directly abandoned the protection of the dragon eggs.

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"I don't want to answer this question." Anger said carelessly, and he inserted his folding knife into the wooden table, reached out and pulled out a Havana cigar from the cedar cigarette box, and placed it under his nose and sniffed it gently.

"Okay." Baron Laurent yelled the bell, "I don't think anyone else could do a better job of dealing with Angers, so stop this topic."

A 16 or 17-year-old girl stood behind her with a butler wearing white gloves and looked at each other, reached out to pick up the copper bell and shook it. Her name was Charlotte, the youngest school director in the school board.

If Principal Angers had chosen to retreat at that time, he would have been able to let others leave with their dragon eggs, right?"

"I don't think I can escape from the first generation." Angers took out the cigar cut and slowly cut the cigar in his hand. "I had overdrawn twice at that time and had no energy to turn on the Spirit of Word again.

The Slabniel was destroyed by Deadpool, and without transportation, I really don't know how to leave the Sareyesic Laraut wasteland with a huge croaker bottle."

"Fiedres von Henkel." Frost rang the bell, "Didn't his men drive off the off-road vehicle? Could it be that the bone bottle you said was huge and could not be stuffed into the car? But it wasn't it originally

Are you carrying Lop Nur from off-road vehicles?”

"You really like to be serious about this kind of thing..." Angre lit the cigar, but did not smoke it directly, but sighed deeply. "Tell me so, that's the first-generation battle, if

If there was no Henkel at that time, I would even explain where I was. Are you still thinking about bringing out the dragon eggs?"

"Isn't your task to protect the dragon egg?" Frost strobe, his tone full of arrogance.

"Frost!" Baron Laurent roared the bell, and she was obviously angry by the perverted trouble of the acting school manager. "Angers is the leader of the Michelle Party and the most tenacious soldier in the Michelle Party. I don't

I think someone can question the on-site judgment he made on the battlefield."

"Don't get angry, my dear Lisa." Angers sniffed a cigar, "Let Frost continue. I want to hear what he is going to do."

"It's very simple." Frost rings the bell, "I think you, as a principal, are you a little too reckless? First of all, you should serve the entire secret party, not for personal hatred, and affect the entire dragon-slaying history.

The pattern...we need a more obedient principal."

Frost put down the bell, and the small bronze bell made a sharp sound when it was placed on the long wooden table.

With his actions, the whole room fell into a silent silence. The school directors looked at each other, no one made any sound, and they could only hear the breathing sound of Angers smoking a cigar.

After a long silence, Angers spoke and broke the situation.

"Influenced by Dragon King Norton, I have actually deepened my understanding of Chinese culture recently."

Anger showed a careless smile. At some point, he held the folding knife again in his hand, "They called your behavior "the picture is 'a dagger'". When Jing Ke assassinated the King of Qin, he brought the map of Yan State,

There is a dagger hidden in that roll of map.”

He put away his smile, his tone with a dripping murderous intent.
Chapter completed!