Aren’t the Camarilla and the Hidden Sect collaborators?

Your trip to the west is still with the Kassel school director.

What is this doing!

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"Principal, brother, grandpa..."

The person in charge swallowed his saliva.

"Isn't this bad?"

"Hahaha."

Angers smiled brightly.

"Young man, don't be restrained."

"But...but..."

The person in charge looked down at the red wine glass in his hand hesitantly.

"The war hasn't ended yet. Wouldn't it be... unlucky to open the champagne in advance?"

"Believe in science!"

Angers patted his shoulder vigorously.

The person in charge bared his teeth.

Is it appropriate for you, the principal of Tulong Technical Vocational School, to say that you believe in science?

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"Since Kaguya attacks the Far East, the final victory must belong to us."

Angers is full of confidence.

"Trust me, you can't be wrong!"

The bright light dims.

It was replaced by an ominous bright red, reminiscent of blood.

The siren sounds piercingly.

"What's wrong?"

Ange's voice was bone-chilling, and the person in charge shivered.

He subconsciously turned around to look, but was struck by this moment

The principal was shocked.

At some point, the folding knife appeared in Ange's hand. Although it had not been unfolded and the blade was in the sheath, the old man's body was full of frightening evil spirits. The person in charge was a dead man who only dealt with computer keyboards all day long.

, I have never seen such a battle before, and cold sweat covered my back.

"Calm down, calm down."

He held Ange's arm.

"You don't need to do anything!"

"Now this is just..."

In the disturbing red light, the voice of the person in charge became lower and lower, almost inaudible.

But Angers still clearly captured it. "Norma... was defeated."

Angers lowered his head, the bright golden boy looked like a deep nightmare in the scarlet light.

"Norma lost..."

The same scene was played out on the other side of the distant ocean.

"Young Master!"

Dr. Miyamoto bowed his head deeply.

"I'm sorry, Kaguya lost."

"Um."

As soon as Yuan Zhisheng mentioned the boy's knife, without taking it out of the sheath, he knocked away Dr. Miyamoto's knife stabbing his lower abdomen like lightning.

There were a few crisp sounds, and the knife rolled several times on the ground and stopped.

"You guy!"

The crow rushed towards Dr. Miyamoto angrily.

"crow!"

Yuan Zhisheng spoke.

Crow clenched his fists and stepped back angrily.

Minamoto looked at Dr. Miyamoto who failed to commit seppuku in front of him.

If he hadn't stopped him in time, Dr. Miyamoto's knife would have cut into his lower abdomen.

"Want to commit seppuku?"

"This is the only way I can apologize."

"madness!"

Yuan Zhisheng shouted loudly.

The crow subconsciously stood at attention without squinting.

The young master has always been gentle and a rare good person. Sometimes the crow will even have a disrespectful thought. If the young master has no blood and is not the young master of the eight Sheqi families, he will probably be loved by all the teachers and classmates in the school.

Be a student.

The kind of person who has super good grades in both reading and sports.

It's strange to say that Crow obviously looked down upon this type of people when he met them in the past. He thought these guys' faces were disgusting and wanted to beat them up. He was very happy to see their miserable appearance.

But the young master is different. If it is the young master, Crow will only think that the young master is really powerful, and he deserves to be the young master.

Yuan Zhisheng scolded, and there was a sudden silence. Needless to say, the people in white coats headed by Dr. Miyamoto held their breaths and did not dare to breathe. Even Yuan Zhisheng's retainers, Yasha Crow and Sakura, bowed their heads deeply.

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"I said so."

The crow's lips moved and the volume was very low.

"The way the young master looked just now was really scary."

"As expected of you, young master."

In fact, there is something that Crow didn't say, that is, "This kind of young master is the man that Crow swears to follow."

It's good to keep these words in your heart, and Crow has a premonition that he will probably be beaten if he says it.

"Scary?"

Yaksha, who is usually serious, is actually a guy who loves to whisper with the two crows.

"Do you know what you are talking about, you guy?"

"Young Master, this is gentleness, do you understand?"

The crow almost doubted his own ears.

What! Tenderness!

He was about to retort when he suddenly remembered something and his words were stuck in his mouth, looking thoughtful.

Yasha looked at him deeply.

"Even you can think of it."

"That doctor should die."

A female researcher in a white coat jogged to catch up with them.

The woman, no, she looks like she is just a girl.

Crow and Yaksha stretched out their hands to stop him.

"I'm sorry, I...I just wanted to..."

She ran very fast, and with her mixed-race constitution, she was out of breath.

"I just want to say something to the young master..."

She bowed deeply and her long black hair hung down.
To be continued...