Know Yourself in the Dragon World

Chapter 690: Arrangements for Fingel

More than a dozen scalpels were inserted into Finkel's back in the blind spot of his vision, and Lancelot successfully attracted Finkel's attention from the front.

This coordination of open and covert attacks...Fingal wanted to say that Susie was a really good girl.

She is a good girl and a good teammate. She is versatile and can cooperate perfectly with Chu Zihang and also with Lancelot.

But this injury can be cured by scraping.

Finkel had never felt so comfortable before. Strength brings confidence.

Take money for example. Even if he was a pauper yesterday, he is rich enough to rival a country today. Even if he is so unsophisticated that he doesn’t know how to hold a wine glass like holding a flower, it still doesn’t affect his wealth and temperament.

From the inside out, the temperament given by money.

If someone laughs at you for being unsophisticated, just show your balance.

The balance will speak for you, Maybach and inferiority cannot exist at the same time.

"Susie, what do you think?" Finkel asked softly, "Are you still planning to be a soldier of the academy instead of standing on Chu Zihang's side?"

The scalpel was forced out by the wriggling of muscles, and the wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Susie had no answer to such a question, and Finkel didn't give her time to answer.

This team is already at the end of its strength, but now it is different from the past. Finkel can wield his Night Killing Flame Demon Sword at will.

Cats have a maximum of nine lives, and Fingle now has more lives than a cat.

No one is more suitable than Finkel to accept the authority of the ocean and water. He does not need so many fancy words. It is enough for him to have elevated bloodline and strong recovery ability.

The method of dealing with the enemy can be simple: just recognize his sword.

He carried the unconscious guys out of the flames one by one with a heartless step and laid them out neatly on the lawn.

Han Qiu stood by the window of the principal's office and admired the scene.

The new generation of pillars has already taken shape, but whether they can create such a future depends on luck.

Principal Lu Mingfei sat in Angers' seat. Perhaps because he had hemorrhoids on his butt, he sat uncomfortably and swayed from side to side.

Yuan Zhisheng, the leader of the Eight Snake Clans, took small sips of his teacup.

As for Fingel, Han Qiu had a headache. How to let Fingel take over North America?

While thinking, Finkel looked up at Han Qiu.

"Is it okay, Lao Han?"

Han Qiu shook his head, "It's too early, we need to lock them up."

"The ice cellar is full of mercury, where is it?" asked Finkel.

"Mercury is only poured into the second underground floor, and the first underground floor can still be used," said Han Qiu.

"Damn, you really know how to find trouble for me." Finkel cursed and started to get busy again.

"When you're done, go find Principal Lu. I've told him the location of EVA."

"Principal Lu?" Finkel frowned. "What the hell?"

"Lu Mingfei."

"What? He's the principal? Are you fucking crazy? What's the difference between letting him be the principal and destroying the academy?" Finkel's curse spread to every corner of the academy.

Lu Mingfei sat in his office chair, pretending not to hear and pretending to be looking through the documents carefully.

"If that guy can be the principal, then I can be the director of the Space Bureau!" Finkel promised, patting his chest.

"Is that so? I think he is more suitable to be the principal than you, leading a mixed-blood force and cultivating the younger generation of talents." Han Qiu said disparagingly: "After all, Lao Lu is more popular than you. You are simple-minded but strong-limbed. Lao Lu is still quite smart."

"Are you kidding? He's better than me? How can he compare to me? Is he as tall and mighty as me? Is he as handsome as me?" Finkel said with disdain, "He looks listless. Does he really think that having everything from the Holy Spirit means he is truly the Holy Spirit?"

"Do you think you can do better than him?" Han Qiu asked.

"nonsense."

"I'll give you this chance." Han Qiu said, "After you finish these things, go to Lu Mingfei and get the letter I left behind."

Finkel gestured "OK" and continued to move the students and professors.

"When did you write him the letter?" Lu Mingfei put down the folder and asked puzzledly.

"Write now!" Han Qiu walked around the desk and reached out to Lu Mingfei, "Paper and pen, in the drawer."

"That guy cursed so harshly." Lu Mingfei took out a pen and paper.

"It's okay. You'll have plenty of time to deal with him in the future. He can't beat you anyway." Han Qiu's words were stuck in his heart the moment he got the pen.

He didn't know how to start. After thinking for a long time, he picked up the pen and wrote: It's like seeing you in person.

"It seems you have other arrangements." Lu Mingfei guessed.

"Well, what else? Only after everything is arranged can I go to the final battlefield without any worries." Han Qiu recited the dragon text.

With the blessing of the moment, the letter was written in a few seconds.

"Yuan Jun, Lao Lu, which major forces do you think are left in the current mixed-blood world?" Han Qiu asked.

Although Yuan Zhisheng had not been in the Sheqi Eight Families for a long time, he was still clear about the situation in the world of mixed-bloods.

He said calmly, "Another split of the secret party means the decline of the academy. It is no longer a major force. The Snake Eight are one, Gattuso is one, and Han Gao and his group are one. Three, at the moment."

Lu Mingfei counted on his fingers: "The Doomsday Party is gone, and the Chen family's coalition forces have been defeated. Yes, three of them."

"You think it's three... then let's just say three. Gattuso is where I'm going next. The Snake Eight Families don't have to worry about anything, so the only thing left is North America. There's no need to make a trip. If I don't make a trip, it will be another disaster. You should understand what I mean, right?" Han Qiu said.

Lu Mingfei's eyes widened. "Are you planning to let the Sheqi Eight Clan deal with Han Gao and the others?"

Yuan Zhisheng didn't think so. He asked, "Are you going to let Finkel solve it?"

"Oh, right." Han Qiu found that it was still Yuan Zhisheng.

People who have served as the head of a family have experience in the wisdom of big situations.

"He is very suitable, just like Lu Mingfei is suitable for the principal. And he is now capable of dealing with Han Gao and others on his own, so I don't need to worry about anything." Han Qiu walked behind Lu Mingfei and stuffed the folded paper into Lu Mingfei's chest. "Give it to Finger when he comes, and don't peek. In addition, while Yuanjun and others are helping you rebuild the academy, ask him more about how to be a good leader."

"Are you leaving for Rome now? Are you in such a hurry?" Lu Mingfei was a little reluctant and worried, "Are you sure you don't need me to accompany you?"

"You will go, but not now. There are some things that don't require your intervention. I have to finish those things and leave a clean occasion for you to show your power."

"Have a safe trip." Lu Mingfei closed his eyes and pondered over Han Qiu's words.

"You don't want me to get involved in the affairs between my senior and Caesar, right?" He suddenly asked when Han Qiu was about to leave.

Han Qiu smiled back from the window: "Guess?"