Dragon Clan: They're all insane, and you still want me to slay dragons?

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Just as Isabel was about to dissuade Caesar, he raised his hand to stop her: "Let me think about it myself."

The Kassel College, which had been as noisy as a battlefield just moments before, suddenly became so quiet you could hear a pin drop. It was even quieter than when Gao Kui took out the ebony wood, and all eyes were on Caesar.

Everyone knew that Caesar absolutely could not withstand that shot.

Caesar is indeed an outstanding hybrid. His swordsmanship, hand-to-hand combat, and marksmanship are exceptional. In the year since he enrolled, he has been challenged by countless people without a single defeat. He shines like a star.

However, Caesar is ultimately just a regular hybrid, and everyone can basically judge where Caesar's limit is. He is not much stronger than A-level hybrids like Lancelot.

Being hit in the temple at close range by a specially made large-caliber bullet from the equipment department, the chances of survival for a conventional hybrid are extremely slim.

Is it a signal to fire and admit defeat?

Admitting defeat at this point is not a shameful choice. It is difficult for ordinary hybrids to defeat non-human creatures, let alone in a competition that is purely a contest of physical strength.

On the contrary, firing a gun would seem irrational. It was just a competition between students; there was no need to risk one's life.

"Look up, don't embarrass yourself!" someone in the crowd shouted, it sounded like a girl.

Isabel immediately turned her head and glared angrily at the direction of the commotion. "All you do is stir up trouble. Why don't you shoot yourself in the head?"

Perhaps spurred on by the jeers, Caesar chuckled self-deprecatingly and raised his gun, pointing it at his own temple: "What is the jamming rate of firearms produced by the Equipment Department?"

Perhaps I can take a gamble; maybe I'm the one favored by God.

Caesar placed his index finger on the trigger, and with each pull of the trigger, the courage he expended increased exponentially.

A slender, fair hand suddenly rested on the M1911, skillfully turning off the pistol's primer and snatching the ebony from Caesar's hand.

It's not Isabel.

Caesar turned his head and, along with everyone else, looked at the girl who had suddenly appeared: a tall, strikingly beautiful Asian girl with dark red hair.

It was Chen Motong who rushed over after the helicopter landed.

Re-firing the primer, Chen Motong pointed his gun at the sky and fired a shot with a deafening roar that resonated in everyone's hearts.

"It's a pity, it seems you're not the one favored by God."

Chen Motong tossed the ebony wood to Gao Kui, tapped his forehead with his long, slender index finger, and reprimanded Caesar mercilessly: "Are you stupid?"

Gao Kui is a super hybrid who can shoot himself in the head at will, are you one too? Why are you, an A-level hybrid, trying to act tough like others?

If you had just deflected your index finger down one more point, your head would have been smashed open, do you know that...?

Caesar, being scolded like a primary school student, remained silent, only staring blankly at Chen Motong.

To be honest, Chen Motong wasn't gentle at the moment. With one hand on her hip and a fierce look in her eyes, she could easily be mistaken for a shrew. But Caesar sensed a vague and somewhat familiar "gentleness" emanating from Chen Motong.

After reprimanding Caesar, Chen Motong turned to Gao Kui and scolded him: "Are you just going to watch him commit suicide without stopping him? This blond guy's family is a member of the school board."

The most outstanding hybrid in the Gattuso family in hundreds of years committed suicide during your duel. Even with the principal protecting you, you won't have an easy time, will you?

Those powerful families are very good at pulling strings behind the scenes.

"It's just for fun."

Gao Kui shrugged and then loaded the bullets he had just ejected back into the magazine one by one: "I saw a research report that said even though a human whose brain has been destroyed will lose consciousness within a fraction of a second, their vital signs can actually remain for a few more seconds."

A few seconds, no, even just one second would be enough.

In a second, draw your sword and stab it in. Even if your head is smashed into a pulp, you can still leave the land of the dead safely.

Chen Motong was slightly taken aback. Oh, right, she was really just too worried to think straight.

Hearing the dark red-haired girl scolding Gao Kui, Caesar felt a burning pain in his cheeks and a sense of shame welled up within him, his nails digging almost into his flesh.

Chen Motong called him "Golden Hairy Boy," which didn't matter; it was just a nickname.

What made Caesar even more ashamed was that Chen Motong emphasized his background: the Gattuso family, as a member of the Kassel school board.

The title of Kassel's most outstanding mixed-race student and student council president—a title that Caesar believed proved his talent and ability—was completely unimportant to Chen Motong.

She only saw him as a spoiled rich young master and the heir to the Gattuso family.

More than the suicide of the eldest son of the Gattuso family, Chen Motong was worried that the Gattuso family might cause trouble for Gao Kui because of his suicide.

With just a few words, Chen Motong completely crushed Caesar's long-held self-respect and pride into the mud, leaving him no room for compromise.

The most tragic thing is that Caesar knew perfectly well that there was nothing wrong with Chen Motong's views and remarks.

His lineage was indeed not as outstanding as Gao Kui's.

A freefall of over 400 meters and a suicide shooting—two absurd little things that vividly demonstrate the power of the Gao Kui bloodline. This kind of bloodline difference, which is far ahead, is almost impossible to make up for with effort or skill.

Do you think you're the only one who knows how to work hard and has the skills? Other people do too, so in the end there's still an objective difference.

The Gattuso family, whom Caesar loathed and was ashamed to mention, was indeed the kind of despicable family that would do dirty tricks behind people's backs.

Today he died in a fair duel with Gao Kui. In the future, the Gattuso family will surely cause trouble for Gao Kui until they retaliate in kind.

In front of the Northern Qi prince, in Chen Motong's eyes, he was not Caesar, he was just Gattuso.

Chen Motong, who was scolding Gao Kui, had no time to pay attention to Caesar. She took out a band-aid from her bag and put it on Gao Kui's scraped head.

"I don't think I need this thing."

"It's a waste not to use it, and don't you think putting on a band-aid is cooler than doing nothing?"

"That's true."

Gao Kui took Longinus back from Isabel, drew a section of the blade, examined it with the clear, mirror-like surface, nodded with satisfaction, and asked, "Magic mirror, magic mirror, who is the most handsome man in Kassel?"

Chen Motong and Isabel rolled their eyes in unison.

"Boss!"

Fingel pushed through the crowd and rushed to Caesar's side to act as a peacemaker: "Two bullets, two shots, now that the gun's fired, this duel is over..."

"I lost."

Caesar conceded defeat frankly and expressionlessly, but his expression was far from as composed as he had imagined, because Chen Motong had completely stripped away his persistence and pride.

"Oh, does this mean that I will soon have a cosplay group centered around me, with all the other members being beautiful girls?"

Is this beautiful lady named Isabelle? Would I have the honor of inviting you to join my soon-to-be-formed cosplay group?

"It's not necessarily necessary to invite Captain Isabelle."

Fingel walked away from Caesar again and put his arm around Gao Kui's shoulder, acting as a peacemaker: "Every female student in Kassel is very beautiful, and many of them like anime."

I'll post a thread for you on the forum tonight, and you'll get so many beautiful girls applying that you won't be able to choose!

Caesar interrupted Fingel and said solemnly, "I have said before that if the members of the dance troupe are willing to accept your invitation, I will not stand in any way."

Everyone realized that something was wrong with Caesar: the proud lion was more disheartened than ever before, as if he had lost his pride, territory, and mane, and everything that could demonstrate his identity and status.

Or rather, he suddenly realized that he had never actually possessed those things; from beginning to end, he was just Gattuso, not the "Caesar" he thought he was.

No matter how much he resisted everything Gattuso had arranged for him, no matter how much he tried to prove that part of him was not Gattuso, in the eyes of others he was still Gattuso, the purest Gattuso.

What made him realize this was not losing to Gao Kui, but rather a few words that Chen Motong said to him unintentionally.

The powerful school march resounded throughout the campus, and the disheartened Caesar and the others who noticed that Caesar was not in a good mood suddenly came to their senses and pulled their attention away from Caesar.

As the setting sun cast its last rays, the door to the principal's office, nestled among shrubs and greenery, opened. Angers, his gray hair neatly combed, stepped out of the office and walked unhurriedly toward them.

"Congratulations, Caesar, on leading the student council to victory against the Lionheart for the second consecutive year."

Angers quickly walked over to the group and patted Caesar on the shoulder: "I remember telling you that I was actually a member of the Lionheart a long time ago."

It seems I, as your senior, will have to make things difficult for you in the future, to avenge your defeat at Lionheart.

Caesar gave a forced smile and said nothing.

In the past, he would have responded to Angers' joke with elegance and ease, but at this moment he was not in the mood at all.

"Principal, you're at school?" Gao Kui greeted Angre.

"As the principal of Kassel College, isn't it reasonable for me to be here?"

Angers first asked a question, then looked enlightened: "Oh, it must be that Fingel said some unrealistic bad things about me to you."

"Is it unrealistic? Just the day before yesterday, you were on the second page of the British newspaper The Sun. Paparazzi caught you on a date with Kate Beckinsale in London. You put your hand on her butt before you even entered the hotel."

Chen Motong lowered his voice and revealed some of Angers' dirty secrets.

Angers' face stiffened abruptly, and he glared fiercely at Fingel: "You uploaded all of this to the forum?"

"I'm innocent, Principal!"

Fingel raised his hands and complained bitterly: "Nono said it was the British newspaper The Sun that broke your scandal. We just recognized you as the man dating Kate Beckinsale and spontaneously started discussing it on the Night Watch forum."

"It's your own fault for not keeping things confidential; it's not that our news agency intentionally wanted to expose your dirty secrets."

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"Immediately ban the false posts related to me." Angers didn't care how aggrieved Fingel was; he just told him to remove the posts.

"protest!"

Before Fingel could say anything, Chen Motong stood up to support him: "If the war cannot be stopped, then do your best to tell the truth to the world."

Journalists must have integrity, and students in Kassel also have freedom of speech and the right to know. Senior student Fingel, I believe you will not succumb to the principal's tyranny.

"Yes!"

Fingel, head held high and eyes resolute, declared: "Journalists must have integrity. Please forgive my unreasonable request, Principal..."

“I’ll give you 5 credits and also grant you a scholarship of $50,000.” Angers raised a hand, his five fingers spread.

Fingel's throat bobbed slightly, then he instantly put on a fawning smile like a Shiba Inu: "But then again, I'm just a paparazzi, I don't have such noble sentiments."

"Don't worry, Headmaster, I guarantee that after today, no one will discuss your recent scandal on the Night's Watch forum."

Angers nodded with satisfaction, "This young man is teachable."

Witnessing the transactions of the criminal gangs, Chen Motong sighed and sincerely remarked, "I thought everything in Kassel would be fair and just, but I never expected it to be just as dark as those corporations and families outside."

Angers smiled and spread his hands: "In the end, hybrids are still human, or at least they consider themselves human. Hybrids also possess the same inferior traits that exist in humans."

"Hey, Golden Retriever."

Chen Motong then looked at Caesar, subtly adding fuel to the fire: "Your Gattuso family are also members of the board of directors, right? The principal is abusing his power for personal gain and squandering school funds. Don't you really have any objections?"

Caesar remained silent. Chen Motong's question was like another knife to his heart, every word of which was about Gattuso.