Chapter 82

Early morning.

Li Ang opened his eyes and let out a long breath, ending his Qi circulation.

'The experience gain rate for the Hybrid class is far faster than that of the Qi Practitioner.'

After maintaining the Blood Boil state for just one night, his newly acquired [Hybrid] class level had already reached [2/20 (14/200)].

Li Ang had initially thought all classes would require the same slow, grinding effort to improve as the [Qi Practitioner].

'If I could get my hands on the blood of a pure-blooded dragon, I should be able to gain a massive amount of class experience.'

'Unfortunately, that alone wouldn't be enough to fulfill the requirement for the [Dragon-Blood Alchemist] class change, which demands I transform myself into a third-generation dragon.'

A hybrid is a hybrid, and a pure-blooded dragon is a pure-blooded dragon. No matter how much a hybrid increases their bloodline concentration, they can never become a pure-blooded dragon; the final outcome would only be turning into a dead servant.

Not the Deadpool from Marvel, but a puppet of the dragon race.

'So, I still have to rely on alchemy.'

Thinking of this, Li Ang stood up and stretched his body.

I have to say, the attribute bonuses provided by the [Hybrid] class are truly generous.

With the [Hybrid] buff, Li Ang's current attributes had reached [Physical Strength 4.2, Mental Strength 5.1, Energy 29.2].

Compared to when he first entered the Dragon world, this was a significant improvement, but it was still somewhat insufficient to ensure his safety in this world.

'I estimate Cassell College will send someone to contact me today; the [Scales of Gallos] I had those black men sell must have been exposed.'

'I still need to be prepared in case they decide to turn hostile.'

Li Ang knew full well that Cassell College would definitely investigate his background. Unfortunately, as a drifter with no roots, they would only be able to find what he had been doing in Brooklyn these past few days.

Sure enough, just as Li Ang finished his breakfast, a knock sounded on the door of the presidential suite.

He stood up to open the door, and what came into view was a strange combination of an old man and a young man.

The older one was wearing a somewhat sloppy suit, while the younger one had a blank face, like an iceberg.

"Hello, hello." Before Li Ang could react, the old man squeezed into the suite, "I am Guderian from Cassell College. May I ask what your name is, young man?"

Li Ang calmly stepped aside, letting the iceberg who followed the burly old man into the suite, before stating his name.

"Li Ang."

"Oh, oh, Mr. Li, hello."

Guderian wiped his hands on his clothes and then gripped Li Ang's hands.

It is worth mentioning that, up to this point, their conversation had been entirely in Chinese.

At this moment, Li Ang was already recalling information about the old man in front of him.

Guderian—he forgot what he taught, but he was the one who interviewed Lu Mingfei for Cassell College.

As for the person following Guderian...

Li Ang couldn't think of anyone other than Chu Zihang with that ice-cube face.

Wait, Chu Zihang!?

A sudden chill rose in Li Ang; he didn't know if that old schemer Odin was secretly watching Chu Zihang at this moment.

However, seeing that the weather outside the window was still bright and sunny, without triggering elements like storms or overpasses, he couldn't help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

At this time, Chu Zihang also noticed Li Ang's gaze lingering on him and couldn't help but slightly furrow his brows.

Before coming, he had already checked the intelligence on this person.

To be honest, without using his Spirit, he had no certainty of victory.

At this point, Guderian spoke up, breaking the somewhat awkward atmosphere in the room: "I must thank you for yesterday, Mr. Li. Those brats from the Execution Department were truly out of line."