Chapter 88: Drag Them All Into the Water!

Faced with Li Ang's questioning, Goodrich fell silent.

The white-haired elder's face first showed shock, then quickly turned to anxiety.

"Mr. Li, you must believe the Academy would never do such things."

Goodrich suspected these Death Servants were summoned by Li Ang himself, but he had no proof.

And who could blame them? They'd just taken the alchemy materials during the day, and that same night, the owner was attacked by Death Servants.

Now the mud had fallen into his pants—whether it was shit or not, it still looked like shit.

Hearing Goodrich's words, Li Ang responded indifferently: "Who knows?"

In fact, his accusation against the Party had been correct—Odin had detected his presence so swiftly, even uncovered the secret of 【Gaos's Scales】; there must be a spy within the Party.

Could it really be that the King of Sky and Wind spent his days idly watching a bunch of New York street thugs?

But Li Ang couldn't tell this to the Cassell Academy.

He believed that if he spoke up, Storm and Overpass would come knocking soon, and then he'd get the full Death Servant package.

Odin certainly wouldn't let him go; he'd almost certainly turn him into a Death Servant.

After all, once turned into a Death Servant, one became His most loyal hound.

At this moment, Goodrich gradually regained his composure, took a deep breath, and said solemnly: "Mr. Li, the Academy's goal has always been dragon slaying; you must believe we would never collude with pure-blood dragons."

"Never in the past, never now, never in the future."

"I will report tonight's events to the Academy. Please remain calm."

Hearing this, Li Ang couldn't help shaking his head inwardly.

In his view, the Party was far too extreme; there were often better options—like recruiting some, dividing others, and suppressing the rest.

After all, pure-blood dragons weren't a unified bloc themselves.

Moreover, if he remembered correctly, the Black King was about to return.

Facing an event of this scale, the bloodlines of this world still had the nerve to play at dragon slaying like children's games.

Thinking of this, Li Ang feigned a look of distrust: "I hope so."

Well, he truly didn't trust the Party.

The conversation had reached a dead end; Goodrich casually bid Li Ang farewell and hurriedly prepared to take Chu Chu Zihang away.

During their talk, Chu Chu Zihang had already surveyed the entire presidential suite.

He now needed to retract his earlier judgment.

Perhaps even if he activated his Spell, he still wouldn't be the opponent's match.

With Chu Chu Zihang's keen eyesight, he could see the Death Servants in the room had offered almost no meaningful resistance before being eliminated.

Including the Death Servant with extreme dragon transformation.

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

But as he passed by Li Ang, he heard a faint voice drift into his ears.

"Chu Chu Tianjiao."

It was a name.

Hearing that name, Chu Chu Zihang was struck as if by lightning, freezing in place.

His icy, unchanging expression finally showed a flicker of disturbance.

Chu Chu Zihang turned to look, but saw only Li Ang smiling at him, as if he'd imagined the voice.

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