Chapter 123 Terrorizing the Eight Sheqi Family

"Captain, please don't even think about collecting this thing... Except for Principal Angers and Vice Principal joining forces, no mixed-race force can swallow this treasure alone."

"Even if these two old perverts suppress it, the school board behind the college, which is responsible for paying their sky-high bills every year, must also try their best to strike first, otherwise they will live up to the principle of first-come-first-served basis!"

Fingel's hand seemed to be glued to the dragon bone cross, and his eyes revealed an emotion similar to "hungry", as if he was stroking his lover's skin.

"So this is why I want the Weeping Angels Chapter to be independent..."

Lu Mingfei said coldly, "You are too easily deceived."

"You haven't even purified all the dragons, and you are thinking about dividing their heritage and the entire world; you only saw the dragon bones of the White King, but you didn't think about the person who killed it."

Hearing this, Fingel suddenly woke up, as if a basin of cold water had been poured on him. He shuddered all over, and lowered his palm from the white king's dragon bone cross.

This is the White King, a being of almost the same level as the Black King.

His awakening should have set off monstrous wrath sweeping the entire world, but he was only killed in the aftermath of a disaster that even failed to destroy Tokyo, and turned into a dragon bone cross.

And the cold-looking boy in front of them... After they withdrew from the Nibelungen, no one knew what kind of battle took place inside and how the White King was killed.

The greed that was attracted by the white king's keel was shattered. Fingel would think of the white mad dragon that appeared in the thunder of the Nibelungen a few hours ago, but the resuscitated heartbeat sounded like someone holding a hammer. A punch to the heart…

There is no possibility for a creature of that level to commit suicide and lose its dragon bones, right?

In short, the Chapter Master left the Nibelungen alive, still carrying the White King's Dragon Bone Cross... There is only one possibility.

"The good news is that not many people know that this dragon bone cross is the White King. However, in view of your unstable behavior and unclear relationship with the two principals of the college, I hope you will regard this dragon bone as a low-level animal. Planted, my dear…brother Fingal.”

Lu Mingfei's tone and eyes carried a cold warning. After all, this brother had only been in the group for the shortest time, and he usually did not show any pious behavior towards the emperor.

"Um...the principal and vice principal also want to hide it?"

Fingel shivered again and did not dare to laugh anymore.

"We'll hide it for now. We'll wait until the Weeping Angel has the ability to stand on his own."

Lu Mingfei said.

"Then what are you going to do with the Japanese branch? They are all descendants of the White King...blood."

"Who would have thought that the Japanese mixed race who seem to have no history... are actually the group with a long history. Their blood was given by the White King himself."

"What you did is killing their god. No matter whether they love you or hate you, they will definitely not let you leave with the treasure of god."

Fingal said.

"It's not their turn to decide now."

Lu Mingfei said coldly.

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The reception area on the 30th floor of Genji Heavy Industries is called Xingshen Temple.

Under the leadership of Yabuki Sakura, Lu Mingfei stepped across the vermilion torii gate. The walls on both sides were carved with various ghosts and gods in Shintoism.

From the solemn Amaterasu and Tsukuyomi to the mighty Susano'o, there are also ferocious demons, some with lion-like faces and exposed fangs, and some sitting cross-legged on piles of skeletons, surrounded by wind and clouds Following these gods and demons, it's like a hundred ghosts walking at night.

Along the way, Lu Mingfei ignored the so-called etiquette and walked up to the stone table with black and white circular Tai Chi patterns. The eyes of the six people at the table immediately turned to him.

Except for the young executive director Yuan Zhisheng, the other five people focused more on the silver-white keel cross that Lu Mingfei was carrying.

"There should be eight members of the Sheqi family, but why are there only six?"

Lu Mingfei also glanced at the five people. The Jingyue in his hand acted as a cane, and the blade of the sword sank into the hard concrete ground.

In addition to Miyamoto Shio, Inuyama Ga, and Minamoto Chiaki who have met each other, the other middle-aged men in suits, young women, and gloomy old men should be the heads of the Ryoma family, the Sakurai family, and the Fuma family respectively.

Counting the head of the Uesugi family who was almost abducted, now Lu Mingfei is the only one who has never met the head of the Tachibana family.

"Everyone is ill today and has entrusted us with our sole authority to act as your agent."

Yuan Zhisheng took a deep breath and tried to put away his absent-minded look, "Can you tell us who the dragon bone cross behind you belongs to?"

"You actually don't know?"

Lu Mingfei raised his eyebrows.

"I know, but the heads of the family still want to get your personal approval."

As the head of the Miyamoto family who had personally witnessed the fight between Lu Mingfei and Bai Wang, his attitude was obviously more enthusiastic.

"It's the alien named White King. Judging from the dragon bloodline, you should be his descendants."

Lu Mingfei said.

"You actually killed a god! This is incredible!"

Miyamoto stood up from the table excitedly, his eyes blazing--and a little fearful at the same time.

Although the video taken in the Night Food Garden is a bit blurry, there is no doubt that the bright golden meteor fighting with the ferocious Yamata no Orochi ancestor is the young man in front of him.

"You are right, that White King is indeed our ancestor, but let me get straight to the point, Mr. Lu..."

Yuan Zhisheng sighed softly, as if he was not good at beating around the bush, and said straightforwardly, "The dragon bone cross left behind after the death of the god...are you willing to sell it back to the Sheqi family?"

"The Sheqi Eight Families are willing to pay 100 billion yen to purchase the White King's dragon bones."

"I'm not here to discuss business with you."

Lu Mingfei shook his head, "This alien bone has no intention of selling it to any hybrid force. It only belongs to the Weeping Angel."

"The Weeping Angel?"

There were doubtful looks on the faces of the family heads.

"The warband I founded."

Lu Mingfei said.

"Representing the Secret Party?"

The head of the Feng Mo Family asked in a deep voice.

"I don't represent any mixed race force, I only represent myself."

It sounds ridiculous and childish for a child to want to establish an unknown fighting group in a mixed-race society.

But no one, including Yuan Zhisheng, dared to underestimate Lu Mingfei.

This war group has just killed the White King.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Lu. No matter what, please keep the bones of your ancestors in Japan. This represents the eternal friendship with the Eight Sheqi Family."

The head of the Sakurai family, who values ​​both beauty and scheming, said softly that she was enjoying herself in the business world and was trying to impress Lu Mingfei.

"I'm not really interested in your friendship, what if I say no?"

Lu Mingfei looked at me coldly, "Do you want to rob me by force?"

He gently pulled out Jingyue, and the shining golden spirit bloomed in his eyes again, and he glanced at the six heads of the eight Sheqi families present.

Everyone present felt a chill. Even the head of the Miyamoto family, who was least good at fighting, gripped the blade beside him.