Chapter 199: Your secret party is a bit rotten, but the ideal hybrid makes up for it a little

"You can read minds."

Chu Zihang's words made the mixed-bloods around him, who thought they were good at concealing their emotions, suddenly change color.

Damn, old guy Ange didn’t mention this.

“I am more sensitive to emotions.”

Lu Mingfei corrected.

"And I respect privacy."

Look how scared the human elites are.

"I understand, that's why I hope you'll make an exception."

"Of course I'm fine."

After looking up and down at Old Deng, who should have died ten years ago, Lu Mingfei asked.

"Now?"

Although he is not a descendant of the White King, his spirit has reached such a high level of dragonization that it should not be a problem.

You are really capable!
The group led by a group of college professors took a few steps back without making a sound.

"Wait until the meeting is over."

Chu Zihang glanced at the man with cold sweat on his forehead under the restraint device. There was no need to rush anyway.

"Row."

Just like a tour guide, Lu Mingfei clapped his hands and called on everyone to follow, then he turned around first.

"Then let's hurry up and finish the task settlement."

Walking into the conference hall with a group of people, Lu Mingfei did not act as a low-key observer at the edge of the meeting this time.

He led the representatives from China and the United States through the red-faced crowd who were fighting for a superficial distribution of interests.

The mere appearance of the figure in black in the crowd made everyone subconsciously shut their mouths.

"No need for introductions, right? Hilbert Jean Angers, the president of Kassel Academy, Li Ying, the head of the Chinese official executive department, the orthodox spokesperson."

In the center of the quiet conference hall, Lu Mingfei leaned against the side of a leather chair and motioned for the representatives to sit wherever they wanted.

Then he smiled an elusive smile.

"Now that we are here, let's continue the discussion openly. After all, this is your home ground. If we want to accomplish our great goal, we still need to rely on you."

All the members were stunned, and only after they were sure that Lu Mingfei had no further instructions did they begin to whisper to each other.

It seemed that someone had entered the center of the venue, causing everyone present to pick up an emotion called restraint.

The atmosphere fell into an eerie dullness.

"Hey, top-quality Wahana cigars, roasted with dragon's blood tobacco. Gattuso's people have never treated me like this."

Ange wiped the cigar placed in front of him, and seeing Lu Mingfei's indifferent expression, he suddenly smiled at himself.

"I had forgotten that you don't smoke or drink, and your only hobby is playing StarCraft. You have the power to rule the world, but you live like an ordinary person."

"I'm just not interested in this aspect of enjoyment. If reality allows me to play games without distraction, then I can sit in front of the computer all day long."

Lu Mingfei shook his head slightly.

To put it bluntly, if there weren't too many problems on this planet and the pressure wasn't too great, he wouldn't mind pursuing his personal hobbies.

"So sometimes I really find it strange. Lu Mingfei, your background and behavior are completely inconsistent. Don't tell me that Black King has this kind of personality."

Ange lowered his head and started playing with the wine glass again. The ripples reflected the thoughtful look of a young master.

Caesar stared quietly at the cigar in his hand, wondering if he could sell the cigar to repay his foreign debt.

“No one can tell.” Lu Mingfei smiled.

"Anyway, it's not something you can cultivate."

These words were quite hurtful, and Ange put down his glass in embarrassment.

He had no way of answering. Lu Mingfei's difficult living environment was still his fault. Moreover, the various historical issues within the mixed-race group also led to the fact that this group was never short of contradictions and darkness.

The high and low status of bloodline often makes people feel suffocated, and some people even wish that these gentlemen above would die sooner.

"I didn't expect you to say such a thing. It seems that we still know too little about dragons."

A hoarse voice sounded.

It was like the parts of a broken bellows rubbing against each other.

"Von Schneider, Professor of Dragon Genealogy at Kassel."

A brief introduction to Angers.

The professor was dressed very uniquely, with a black mask covering his face, connected to a gas pipeline, and his neck was covered with dark red scars.

"Maybe I've seen a lot. When a person is willing to lower his head, many things are not so difficult to understand."

Lu Mingfei smiled faintly. This person's thoughts were relatively firm, but his hostility towards him was too strong.

Of course, this is understandable. After all, not many people can support a person to endure unprecedented pain and rely on life support equipment to survive.

"You are the same inside and out."

Schneider's cloudy eyes were serious: "You are really dangerous."

Are you afraid that I will turn into a righteous lunatic and kill you all?

But by that time they might not be able to raise the banner of slaying the dragon.

"You're overthinking. I'm past the age of middle school and I know the world is not black and white. Of course, I've always been optimistic and I believe in the possibility of life on Earth. This premise has never changed."

"Lu Mingfei, you have always been rational, so I believe you."

Angers put out his cigar worth millions and looked at Schneider without saying a word.

"Then let's get down to business. There are vacancies in the parliament now, and everyone wants to know who should be given the two vacant seats."

Those who were still whispering to each other pricked up their ears.

"Change it to two seats designated by me."

"One will be given to the North American Hybrid Alliance, and the other will be given to the Official Executive Department and the Orthodox Party. You can study on yourselves who will be responsible for the affairs of the secret party. My requirement is to reach a consensus within three days, and then I will guarantee the safety of the seat."

Ange is the leader of the secret party, and with the power given to him by Lu Mingfei to allocate quotas, he has already been extremely powerful and does not look down on these two positions.

"I only care about one thing: more money, more supplies, more people to launch a space program."

Lu Mingfei paused and continued.

"Under this premise, if you want to profit from it or oppress each other, my only request to you is not to break the law. This is the bottom line."

There is actually nothing wrong with the Abrahamic Blood Covenant itself. In terms of moral content, it even far exceeds the laws of most countries today. It's just that mixed-race people have never properly enforced it.

Lu Mingfei also hopes to expand the secret party's business.

Even though the secret party sucks, there is nothing else in the world that can replace it.

Because other forces are either not strong enough or even worse.

At least the secret party has a pretty good foundation, and there are still people with ideals in the mixed-race society.

After completing his hint, Lu Mingfei expressed that he was not concerned about the subsequent distribution of interests in the parliament.

He just wants 'results'.

(End of this chapter)