Chapter 87

Facing Li Ang's questioning, Guderian was speechless for a moment.

A look of astonishment first appeared on the face of the gray-haired old man, but then it turned into anxiety.

"Mr. Li, you must believe that the college would not do these things."

Guderian actually suspected that these dead servants were brought by Li Ang himself, but there was no evidence.

And who told them that they had just taken the other party's alchemical data during the day, and then the other party was attacked by dead servants at night.

Now, even if it's not shit, it's shit.

Hearing Guderian's words, Li Ang expressed some non-committal: "Who knows."

In fact, his accusation against the Secret Party just now was not wrong; if Odin could detect his existence so quickly and even discover the secret of the [Scales of Gallos], then there must be His eyes and ears in the Secret Party.

It couldn't be that this King of Sky and Wind was idle all day and focused on a group of small gangsters in New York, right?

It's just that Li Ang couldn't tell Cassell College about this.

He believed that if he said it, storms and overpasses would probably come to find him before long, and then it would probably be a dead servant set meal.

Odin would definitely not let him go and would most likely turn him into a dead servant.

After all, once you become a dead servant, you are His most loyal running dog.

At this time, Guderian also gradually controlled his emotions; he took a deep breath and then said solemnly: "Mr. Li, the college's goal is always to slay dragons; you must believe that we will never collude with pure-blooded dragons."

"Not in the past, not now, and not in the future."

"I will report what happened tonight to the college; please be patient."

Hearing this, Li Ang couldn't help but shake his head secretly in his heart.

In his view, the Secret Party is a bit too extreme; sometimes there are clearly better choices, such as winning over a batch, dividing a batch, and suppressing a batch.

After all, the pure-blooded dragon race itself is not an iron bucket.

What's more, if he remembered correctly, the Black King should be about to descend again.

Facing an event of this level, the hybrids in this world actually still have the mood to play house-like dragon-slaying games here.

Thinking of this, Li Ang pretended to be somewhat distrustful: "I hope so."

Well, he was indeed somewhat distrustful of the Secret Party.

The conversation could not go on any further; after Guderian said goodbye to Li Ang, he hurriedly prepared to take Chu Zihang away from this place.

And Chu Zihang had already checked the situation in the entire presidential suite while the two were talking.

He now wanted to take back his judgment from the day.

Perhaps even if he used his Spirit, he would not be the other party's opponent.

With Chu Zihang's eyesight, he could naturally see that the dead servants in the room had almost no decent resistance before they received their lunch boxes.

Including that dead servant with a deep degree of dragonization.

Seeing Professor Guderian preparing to leave, Chu Zihang immediately followed.

But just as he passed by Li Ang, he heard a faint sound drifting into his ears.

"Chu Tianjiao."

It was a person's name.

Hearing this name, Chu Zihang was struck by lightning and froze in place.

His expression, which was like a ten-thousand-year iceberg, finally showed some fluctuations at this moment.

Chu Zihang turned his head to look, but only saw Li Ang smiling and watching him, as if it were just his auditory hallucination just now.

But he was sure he hadn't heard it wrong.