Portofino.

It is a famous tourist harbor town located on the east side of the Riglian coast in northwestern Italy. In Italian, portofino Portofino is the original meaning of a small port on the border.

The town is backed by the green mountains and facing the blue sea. When the sun is shining, you can see sailing boats entering and leaving the harbor, accompanied by the sound of bells in the distance, and countless seagulls rise and fall.

People drink mellow coffee and red wine and enjoy the Mediterranean cuisine. Seagulls fall at their feet, colorful alleys paved with stone slabs, green trees winding to the end, and the soft sea breeze lifts up the girls' plain white skirts. Unconsciously, you will find that you can feel an attachment-like sense of belonging here.

But at this moment, it is covered by heavy rain.

The sky-splashing rain poured down, accompanied by the strong wind, ravaging this quiet town that should have been filled with sunshine.

The silver Rolls Reus car swirled up the mountain, drove into the splendid hotel in the town, and stopped by the white building close to the cliff.

It was a single-family building with hard marble outer walls, but the windows were very narrow, and from a distance it looked like a small white fortress.

The dedicated parking lot is full of luxury cars, including Lamborghini, old-fashioned Jaguar, and Amg modified Mercedes-Benz. However, surprisingly, there is an orange mountain bike in these luxury cars, which also occupies a single parking space.

The waiter opened the umbrella and bent down to open the silver door of the Rawls Reus, covering the upper edge of the door with his hands to prevent the distinguished guest in the car from accidentally hitting his head.

The crystal calves stretched out from the car, with graceful arcs and thrilling beauty.

The girl came out of the car. She looked in her twenties, with a delicate face that looked like a sculpture by a famous Greek artist. She was wearing an expensive waist-pinching skirt and covered with fur candles. Her slim golden heels made her walk sway and her cold face was full of queen spirit.

"Hi, Lisa, my child, you came on time."

The old man with silver hair walked enthusiastically from the white building with an umbrella, "You have grown up a little more, I still remember you crying when you broke up in love at Eton School - cough cough, wearing a school uniform."

When the girl saw Angers appear, her originally cold face obviously became enthusiastic, but the latter mentioned the embarrassing incident and made her snort deliberately.

But she still hugged Angers and gave him a gift, "But Angers, you are still the same. It is obvious that six years have passed, and time has not left too many traces on you."

"For an old man over a hundred years old, the Lord of Time will pity him and adjust the time a little slower." Anger chuckled and stretched out an arm like a gentleman.

The girl naturally reached out and put her hands on it, like an old but still handsome old father who had just entered the social circle with her beautiful daughter.

Just as the two were about to enter the white building.

A black Hummer roared from a distance, and it was not until it was not far away. With the sharp and violent friction sound, there was a dark arc of ink on the ground. Finally, the powerful Hummer steadily stopped in front of the building.

The cold rain slapped on the hot hood of the car body, and a strong white mist suddenly simmered, making a hissing sound.

The rear door opened, and a big old man covered with white scales came out first, and then he got out of the car.

He looked about sixty or seventy years old, with gray hair like a steel needle. Even though he was wearing a black windbreaker, he could still feel the other person's knotted muscles.

The old face was powerful without anger, and when he faced him, he looked like he met a lion who had chosen someone in the jungle.

A waiter who ran over to block the rain with an umbrella, with the other party's strong aura, his calf could not stop turning his calves, and his hand holding the umbrella kept trembling wildly.

When Anger saw the visitor, he patted the girl Lisa's wrist and signaled him to go upstairs first.

Lisa also saw the old man walking down from the Hummar. Her light blue pupils couldn't help but shrink inward and nodded obediently.

Soon a waiter came with an umbrella and sent her to the white building.

Angers stood alone in the wind and rain, and the rain flowed down the outer edge of the umbrella. He raised his head and stared at the old man in a black windbreaker not far away.

The old man's eyes were also staring at him like a lion.

Rumble!

At this moment, a deep thunder exploded from the depths of the ink-like dark clouds.

The two looked at each other through the wind and rain, and the blazing white lightning illuminated their cold faces.

"Angers."

"Beowulf."

...

The atmosphere was as quiet as death, and the room seemed particularly dark.

A row of candlesticks were placed on the brown and black conference table, and the candlelight illuminated the faces sitting next to the seats of the long table.

There are seven people in total.

Five men and two women.

They all come from the school board.

Angers sat upright at the end of one end of the long table, behind him was a window, where he could see the undulating sea outside and the dark clouds in the distance.

One of the school managers sitting on both sides of Angers was a man who was so old that he could hardly tell his age. He was wearing a crisp black suit, a crimson handkerchief stuffed in his shirt pocket, and his withered face was full of solemnity, as if he was here to attend a funeral for himself, and he had just sat up from his coffin.

"All conditioned phenomena are like dreams, illusions, bubbles, shadows, dew and lightning, and should be viewed like this."

Another school director was twisting a string of red sandalwood beads in his hand. I don’t know which master had shined. While he was stroking, he was chanting the "Vajra Prajna Jackfruit Sutra" in a low voice.

On the side is the school director Lisa. She was already very young among many school directors, but a female school director beside her was even younger than her.

The other party looked only sixteen or seventeen years old, with a delicate face, with long light golden hair tied up on the top of his head, and his face with a little baby fat was full of seriousness, like a simple and majestic old pedan.

Behind her was a veteran butler in a tuxedo and white gloves. The other party had gray hair meticulously combed, and the light shining in his eyes was like a pointer walking on the pocket watch hanging on his chest.

Frost attended the school board meeting on behalf of the Gattuso family, one of the seven major board members.

The dragon-level disaster incident not long ago finally made him feel restless. When he left the swimming pool, his foot slipped and broke his ankle on the spot. Although he was a mixed race, his bloodline was not very high and the treatment time was relatively short, so he could only use a cast to fix it like ordinary people.

However, he did not come in with a crutch, but with the double-barrel hunting rifle that had been with him for many years.

At this moment, he was sitting on the seat at the long table, and there was a medical bracket next to him. A bottle of anti-inflammatory fluid was hanging on the top of the bracket. Now, the anti-inflammatory fluid was continuously transported into his body through the needle tube inserted on the back of his hand.

But Frost did not calm down. He was like a boxer who could rush into the ring at any time. His restless eyes glanced at Angers seventy-two times in just three minutes.

Seventy times of these, he wanted to take out the double-barrel hunting rifle under his seat and smash the head of the old bastard Angers with one shot.

Behind him was a quiet boy, with long golden silk-like hair hanging down, and inadvertently revealing an ice blue and a dark gold pupil, which was shocking.

The boy stood there coldly, unable to feel any of his breath. An unknown wind blew, the boy's blonde hair floated, and his pair of alien eyes appeared coldly. The skins of the school managers around him subconsciously trembled, as if the person standing was not a boy, but an evil ghost who had been dead for many years.

The last school director, he sat upright at the other end of the long table, with a black windbreaker with a sharp look, and was the contemporary old patriarch of the Beowulf clan, Beowulf.

He looked coldly at Angers opposite him and said in a deep voice:

"Angers, it's time to start."

The rumbling thunder spread from the end of the sky.

The door of the white building was closed from the inside out, four ancient heavy locks were locked at the same time, and the entire building was completely closed, and even God could not hear the next conversation here.

"Then the next moment is to witness the devil."

Anger spoke slowly and quietly.

Immediately, I took out a glass test tube from my body and put it in the center of the conference table.
Chapter completed!