Chapter 85: The Local Gangs Are Too Impolite

On the other side.

After leaving the presidential suite, Goodrich asked Chu Zihang beside him: "How did it feel?"

"Strong."

The stoic boy spoke sparingly.

In just that brief moment, the other gave him the feeling not of a half-blood, but of a pure-blood dragon.

Even though Li Ang did nothing at all, he still made Chu Zihang feel as if needles were pricking his back.

Goodrich's feeling was clearly not as profound as Chu Zihang's; he clicked his tongue and said: "Long Wang legacy?"

"That Mr. Li is no ordinary person."

The old man knew that Shenzhou's land still held many Long Wang legacies, but the problem was that most of these legacies were protected by powerful half-blood families.

Under these circumstances, anyone who said Li Ang had no background would be a fool to believe it.

Provided, of course, that the alchemy manuscript he handed over was truly the so-called Long Wang legacy.

Of course, there were also strange points that puzzled Goodrich: according to the academy's intelligence, the half-blood who called himself Li Ang had, upon arriving in New York, initially hired gang thugs to sell alchemical equipment.

After all, if he truly wanted the Vice Principal's guidance, he could simply have his family negotiate directly with the academy—there was absolutely no need for such a roundabout step.

He couldn't understand why the other would do this; could he really be completely alone?

Thinking of this, Goodrich couldn't help laughing out loud, amused by his own thoughts.

Beside him, Chu Zihang's expression remained unchanged; he was clearly used to this professor's eccentric personality.

Not long after, the alchemy materials Li Ang had submitted appeared before Flamel.

No, it should be said they appeared before the high-ranking members of the Order.

"Flamel, finished reading?"

The speaker was Ange, who at that moment was sipping freshly brewed tea in his hand.

The man called 'Flamel' was an old man wearing a plaid shirt; he flipped through the documents without looking up and said: "Don't rush—alchemy isn't that simple."

After a long while, Flamel finally set down the documents and sighed: "Never seen such alchemy before."

"The kid said it was a Long Wang legacy—I believe him."

Upon hearing this, Ange raised an eyebrow: "So you're planning to trade and teach the kid?"

Flamel couldn't help rolling his eyes: "How could I? You know what our lineage is like."

"I'll give the kid only some harmless manuscripts."

'Flamel' does not refer to just one person, but to generations of alchemists who bear the name 'Flamel'.

To prevent abuse of power, they pass on their knowledge and title only to their most cherished student.

Therefore, it's clearly unrealistic for someone like Li Ang—an unknown and suspicious outsider—to learn their lineage's alchemy.

Yet even so, Nicolas Flamel's decision surprised the members of the Xiaodong Society present.

Because it meant the alchemy materials submitted by the Shenzhou man had merit in the eyes of this alchemical master.

Ange was not surprised by his old friend's choice: "Just make sure you've thought it through."

"Alright, next question: what do you think the Shenzhou half-bloods intend to do?"

The moment the old man asked this, silence fell over the room.

Clearly, everyone was pondering Li Ang's true purpose.

The Order's senior members did not believe Li Ang, a Shenzhou half-blood, had come merely to exchange alchemical knowledge—there must be deeper motives.

Unfortunately, after much thought, no one spoke up.

Seeing this, Ange shrugged: "Forget it—I've already sent someone to ask the Zhou family; they should know the kid's identity."

The Zhou family, a super-large power controlling Shenzhou's half-blood families, is led by the supreme half-blood known as 'Wa Zhu'.

"But we can secure his alchemy first—Flamel, remember to prepare the manuscripts for exchange."

"Understood."

Flamel patted his beer belly, then stood up and left his seat.

Unceasing storms drenched the island; the gloomy, apocalyptic light radiated a suffocating aura.

In a space of utter silence, only the patter of rain could be heard.

Only after a long while did a voice like thunder explode:

"Bring him to me. I wish to see him."

The speaker was a towering figure riding an eight-legged steed.

Beneath the dark sky, only His single eye, radiating brilliant golden light, was mesmerizing.

Before Him knelt countless deformed figures.

Human, serpentine, and draconic forms.

At that moment, as the one-eyed figure spoke, a small portion of the kneeling figures before Him vanished.

He paid no attention to the change before him, only stroking the black, supple armor in his hand.

"Norton's legacy?"

"Why have I never seen it before?"

Thinking of those other beings who, like him, were Kings, He narrowed His single eye.

"Something is strange."

"Who left this behind? Norton? Jörmungandr? Leviathan?"

"Or you?"

"【Father】?"

That night.

Li Ang sat cross-legged on the bed and suddenly opened his eyes; he sensed the presence of others.

'Murder and robbery? The Secret Party's people shouldn't be that stupid, right?'

Without the slightest hesitation, Li Ang immediately flipped off the bed.

Bang—

A crisp shattering sound rang out as the massive floor-to-ceiling window of the presidential suite abruptly shattered, and immediately after, over a dozen deformed figures darted in through the window.

And the moment Li Ang saw these figures, he recognized their identities.

Dead Servants!

'Why would Dead Servants come looking for me?'

But Li Ang immediately realized this was a good opportunity—an opportunity to break free from the Secret Party's sight.

Thinking of this, he already had a plan in mind.

At this moment, the leading Dead Servant had already charged up to Li Ang, but unfortunately, with his current physical strength, combined with Reverse Birth: Three Layers and Blood Burst, the opponent's deformed body was as fragile as paper, utterly unable to withstand a single blow.

Naturally, such a huge commotion on the top floor could not be hidden from the Executive Department agents inside the building.

"What's happening?!"

Clamorous voices sounded outside the door, and immediately after, several gun-wielding figures rushed into the room.

But when they saw the scene inside the room, they couldn't help being greatly shocked.

"Dead Servants?!"

However, the Executive Department agents of Kassel College did after all possess professional composure; they quickly controlled their emotions and began drawing their guns to fire at the monsters inside the room.

And after Li Ang had killed two Dead Servants, he noticed a strange thing.

It was that this group of monsters didn't seem to want to take his life—only to capture him.