Chapter 140: Why Is My Career Panel in a 2D Anime Style? Chapter 58

The bedroom fell silent for a time.

Only after a long while did Old Tang speak again: "When are you leaving?"

"In four days."

"I see."

Seeing Old Tang grow overly sentimental, Li Ang couldn't help wondering if this was just the base gene of Dragon Clan beings.

It was making him feel unusually melancholy too.

After all, without Old Tang, he would never have achieved what he had today.

Thinking of this, Li Ang sighed and tossed Gungnir to the injured man on the bed: "You look energetic enough—help me figure out if I can use this thing."

He truly couldn't figure out Gungnir, but wasn't there still a Bronze and Fire King here?

Old Tang glanced at the spear in his hand and smirked: "Don't you have any consideration for a wounded man?"

Though he spoke that way, he still activated an alchemical matrix and began studying Odin's weapon.

The battle between Dragon Kings in New York had sent shockwaves through the half-blood community.

Dragon Kings—a familiar yet alien name; they hadn't heard it in so long.

Of course, the most stunned had to be the Cassell Academy, given that New York was their territory.

"After preliminary analysis, one side is likely the Sky and Wind King," Professor Gudrian scratched his dirty white hair, staring at the solemn board members before him. "The other—"

"Most likely the Bronze and Fire King."

At these words, the conference room fell silent.

Those present wore varied expressions; each held their own thoughts.

After a moment, Beowulf let out a scoff: "Two Dragon Kings… one of them disguised as a half-blood, even helped the Execution Department kill a Fifth-Generation?"

"Those useless fools didn't even realize they were dealing with a Dragon King up close."

Li Ang's sudden disappearance naturally drew the Execution Department's attention.

Add to that his hotel's proximity to the battlefield and the wreckage inside his presidential suite, and the Secret Party had already labeled him a suspect among the Dragon Kings.

Hearing Beowulf's words, Ange's face darkened: "This isn't the time for such talk, Beowulf."

"If you've time to blame the Execution Department's boys, better spend it figuring out how to find that Dragon King."

At this, Beowulf's face, speckled with tiny dragon scales, curled into a sneer, and he fell silent.

Dragon King?

If even the Execution Department's useless fools couldn't find him, where was he supposed to look?

Due to his opposition to the Academy's founding, Beowulf's family had long since lost much of its influence within the Secret Party.

At that moment, Ange scanned the board members and asked, puzzled: "Where are the Cattusos?"

With such a massive event occurring, the Cattuso family's absence from the Board Meeting was highly unusual.

Unfortunately, none of the board members present knew why the Cattusos had not sent anyone.

Ange did not press the matter further, only said gravely: "We still don't know the outcome of the two Dragon Kings' clash."

"The best scenario for us is mutual destruction; slightly worse is one severely wounded; the worst is both remain unharmed."

Hearing this, the board members all nodded.

Unfortunately, they could never have imagined that the mighty Sky and Wind King had already died in that day's storm, and that his true identity was the Cattuso family patriarch.

That was why the Cattusos had not appeared—they had to investigate his mysterious death thoroughly.

But this had little to do with Li Ang, since he was about to leave.

Four days passed in a flash.

Li Ang stared at the two identical spears in his hands and murmured in amazement: "Not bad, Old Tang—you actually managed something."

"Too little time—if I'd had more, Odin's restrictions wouldn't have held me back."

Old Tang stood before Li Ang, arms crossed, expression calm.

At this, Li Ang promptly praised him: "No wonder you're the Bronze and Fire King."

It wasn't just flattery—in just four days, Old Tang had crafted a Counterfeit based on Gungnir.

Besides Gungnir, Li Ang had originally planned to have him turn Odin's corpse into a Corpse Guardian.

Unfortunately, even the best cook can't make a meal without rice—Odin's corpse was too badly damaged; turning it into a Corpse Guardian required parts from other half-bloods or pure-blood dragons, which clearly conflicted with Li Ang and Old Tang's current operational priorities.

Added to that, Old Tang's body hadn't fully recovered, so Li Ang would have to figure it out himself later.

Li Ang felt some regret, yet also a flicker of excitement.

Which alchemist from the Dragon Clan world could resist turning a Dragon King into a Corpse Guardian?

At that moment, Old Tang suddenly interrupted his reverie: "How are you leaving?"

Li Ang snapped back to reality and feigned mystery: "You'll find out soon."

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Li Ang strapped the two spears to his back and lifted Odin's corpse.

Afterward, he looked at Old Tang, who watched him silently: "When you get back, make sure you and Konstantin prepare the cocoon—don't wander off foolishly."

"I've already told you about that man from Shenzhou—if you can, avoid him."

Li Ang was referring to Lu Mingfei.

Only these past few days had Old Tang learned that his StarCraft friend carried such a massive secret.

"I'm off. Don't miss me."

". Mm."

Li Ang smiled at Old Tang, then silently activated his 【Traveler】 talent.

A flash of Bai Guang passed—and he vanished from Old Tang's sight.

Seeing this, Old Tang froze in place.

Long after, a drawn-out sigh echoed inside the room.

Though the Bronze and Fire King had prepared himself mentally, he still hadn't anticipated Li Ang's departure would be so unusual.

After standing silently in place for a long while, he began packing his belongings.

Li Ang was gone; it was time for him to do what he must.

First, return to Kui Dam and relocate Constantine's egg.

This was also the more perfect scenario Li Ang had described to him earlier.

Since Odin had rewound the timeline to mid-August, the Kui Sect's plan had barely had time to unfold.

Thus, if Old Tang moved Constantine's egg in time, no one would ever know their whereabouts from now on.

Soon, he packed his things and boarded a flight back to Shenzhou.

Watching New York shrink beyond the window, Old Tang calmly played with his phone.

At Kui Dam, after composing and sending two text messages, he tossed the phone into the river before him.

Not long after, a massive head slowly surfaced from the water.

"Samson, it's been a long time."

"My Lord, two thousand years have passed—your glory remains undimmed."

Just as Old Tang prepared to relocate his younger brother, Chu Chu Zihang, handling affairs of the Shixin Society, received an unknown message.

【Chu Chu Tianjiao is in the Niflheim of Avalon, near the Greenland Ice Sea.】

The message was brief, yet it struck the young president of the Shixin Society like lightning.

The sender was naturally Old Tang—this was Li Ang's small repayment for earlier making Chu Chu Zihang his messenger.

The boy stared at his phone for a long while, then silently deleted the message, as if nothing had happened.

On the other side.

A girl was playing a video game when suddenly the vibration of her phone drew her attention.

She put down her controller, picked up her phone, and muttered under her breath: "Who's looking for me?"

Few knew her private number, so she rarely received texts.

But upon reading the message, her expression turned strange.

【Sakura. Herzog Bai Wang.】

This, too, was something Li Ang had asked Old Tang to do.

No profit involved—only pure distaste.

But he had no time to deal with it himself; he could only entrust the Shenzhou half-bloods to handle it.

How could one tolerate another's slumber beside one's bed? Li Ang believed they wouldn't sit idly by.

"Zhou Minhao, come to me at once!"

On the other side.

Li Ang was struggling with how to hide his loot.

Though he had crossed over from a basement before, who knew what condition it was in now?

Li Ang hadn't expected that this crossing, besides granting him a new class and a massive level boost, would also yield so much extra loot.

'Forget it—let it be exposed.'

'At Second Tier, I'm at least someone of note in Kai Tuo City; no one would be so foolish as to provoke me.'

With this mindset, Li Ang blinked—and returned to the basement where he had crossed over.

Seeing the pitch-black surroundings, he relaxed his body slightly.

'Looks like this place hasn't been rented out yet—though I don't know how long has passed since I crossed over.'

Thinking of this, Li Ang prepared to go upstairs and check the situation.