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"Breathing the same air as these people makes me feel suffocated."
If it weren't for the importance of the matter at hand, Cao Han would have already been tempted to unleash his full power with "Word of Power: Eye of the Wind King" to thoroughly clean this place up.
Lucy Pallas wholeheartedly agreed with this.
Born into a prominent family, she received an elite education from a young age and was exposed to the upper class. This was the first time she had experienced the disgusting reality of the lower class so closely.
Those people's undisguised gazes swept back and forth between the two men, as if they were just waiting for someone fearless to lead the charge so they could devour them alive in the next moment.
"Hey kid, nice car, and the girl's even nicer!"
Just then, a black man wearing a cotton-padded coat with a lot of metal pendants finally couldn't contain himself and took the lead. Every step he took made a clanging sound, and the dozen or so people following behind him all wore malicious smiles.
"What is he saying?"
Cao Han couldn't understand Russian, so he could only turn to look at his "translator," Lucy Pallas.
“He said the car was nice, and…and the girl was even nicer.” Lucy Pallas translated word for word, barely suppressing her shyness.
As soon as he finished speaking, a continuous stream of whistles in various tones began to ring out.
But as he got closer, he stopped again. The wind and snow hadn't completely blocked his view, and he could see the whole car. Wesley was the leader of this group, and among them, he was considered to have seen the world and been online.
For people like them who live at the bottom of society, the first rule of survival is to be "sharp-eyed" and know who they can mess with and who they shouldn't mess with, otherwise their lives will not be long.
Wesley was indeed too ignorant to recognize the model of this heavy snowmobile. Judging from its appearance alone, it was definitely worth a lot of money. But what really made his heart tremble slightly was the mark engraved on the driver's side door.
I vaguely remember seeing a big shot who could roam freely in Russia once riding in a vehicle with this marking.
Wesley immediately realized that they absolutely could not afford to offend the person who could drive this car. Even if they could enjoy themselves tonight, they would face a brutal retaliation tomorrow without any surprises.
“Hey, Wesley, I want to be the second one.”
Another short black man showed off his famous "AKA-47" rifle, the threat of which was all too clear. He also made a crude upward thrusting motion with his hips, which caused a commotion among his accomplices.
Those following behind were clearly unaware of how grim Wesley's expression had become; he was now in a predicament, caught between a rock and a hard place.
If he were to back down in front of everyone, he would likely lose all prestige within the entire air-raid shelter community and never be able to hold his head high again; even his underlings might abandon him.
He initially thought they were just two arrogant second-generation rich kids who wanted to "take a risk," but he never expected that their background was likely to be the kind that would cause a huge upheaval. For a moment, he even felt as if there was a gaping abyss ahead of him, and if he took one more step forward, he would be crushed to pieces.
"Hey, you yellow-skinned monkey, can't you understand? Do you want us to say it to you again in English? But I'm going to fuck your ass three times, three whole times, you hear me?"
Someone, with what they thought was a fierce expression, swung the stick in their hand through the air, creating a whistling sound.
Little did they know that their actions were pushing them step by step into an abyss of no return.
Chapter 155 Senior's Shining Moment
The arrow has to be fired when it is on the string.
If Wesley wants to continue operating in the chaotic and powerful sphere of influence of the Windbreak Cave, he absolutely cannot afford to lose power.
Once the support of these underlings is gone...
When one is outnumbered, it's hard to guarantee that past enemies won't act unethically.
The sudden ringing of his cell phone interrupted Cao Han's thoughts. He picked it up and saw that it was his mentor, von Schneider, calling. He figured that the call at this hour must mean that there was some new discovery or situation that required his contact.
Cao Han could guess what the group of people who had surrounded him with ill intentions were saying with great accuracy just from their expressions.
Even if you've never seen a pig run, you've certainly eaten pork, right? Among the many movies and TV shows you've seen, there are plenty of typical petty thugs like this. Unfortunately, Schneider called right at that moment.
"Senior, these people are all in your hands now!"
“While upholding the Abrahamic covenant, teach these people what it means to speak carelessly.”
To avoid revealing the contents of the following call, Cao Han cautiously opened the car door and got back into the heavy snowmobile before finally answering the phone.
"Hey, teacher."
"Is what you mentioned in the text message true?" Schneider's tone was grave.
This refers to a startling new discovery made at the scene where Novsky and his group disappeared: the attacking gang included a pure-blooded dragon.
The suspicion surrounding the two executive officers who happened to be passing by is steadily rising.
The appearance of pure-blooded dragons is something that Kassel College cannot take lightly; slaying dragons is the school's mission.
What made von Schneider even more uneasy was who was really in charge in this sudden incident.
If it's mainly composed of hybrids, then it's alright; at most, this group of hybrids has reached some kind of cooperation with the pure-blooded dragon race.
If the situation were reversed, with pure-blooded dragons as the main race, the situation would be far more severe than imagined.
Looking at the history of the dragon race's rule, it's clear that these reptiles were not united creatures; at best, they fought their own battles under the rule of the four great dragon kings.
If there were a pure-blooded dragon clan secretly operating right under the noses of humans, many people would likely feel uneasy if the news got out.
"If nothing unexpected happens, nothing unexpected will happen! At least that's my assessment!" Cao Han gave his answer decisively.
The scene can be faked, the dragon blood can be faked, but this aura is unique!
The aura emanating from each person is unique, much like the aura of a living being.
Cao Han shamelessly declared that he had killed more pure-blooded dragons than most people had ever seen in their entire lives!
"In your opinion, does this mission require reinforcements? Our academy has a fairly good cooperative relationship with Russia, and we can provide you with sufficient firepower coverage."
Russia may not have many other specialties, but it has an all-around variety of weapons!
As one of the world's two poles, even when its economy was on the verge of collapse, the Russian people never forgot to develop their military strength, which was ingrained in their very being.
Clearly, von Schneider considered the issue more comprehensively and cautiously, especially when there was a possibility of facing pure-blooded dragons.
Perhaps it's due to the fear of being bitten by a snake once and then being afraid of a rope for ten years.
The Greenland ice sea incident was caused by his and the principal's overly blind and arrogant choices in leading the plan, which ultimately led to that tragedy.
“We don’t need it for now. The most pressing problem right now is how to find Novsky and the others.” Cao Han felt a headache coming on just thinking about it.
To untangle a mess, the key is to find the loose end of the thread, and then you can gradually unravel the mystery to find the answer you want.
The biggest problem currently troubling Cao Han and Lucy Pallas is that they haven't even found the thread.
Knowing full well that the two commissioners, Lin Yang and Camilla, who happened to be passing by, were highly suspicious, the problem was that they weren't stupid; they had already disappeared and gone into hiding when they sensed something was wrong.
No one can hide forever!
Cao Han knew that as long as a person wasn't completely detached from human society, there would always be a day when they could be found, but he could wait, while Senior Brother Xiong and the others couldn't afford to!
Unusually, von Schneider fell silent on the other end of the phone.
This problem wasn't just on his mind; the entire logistics think tank in the executive department was constantly racking their brains, trying to analyze the two men's past to find something useful.
For example, based on their personalities, they are more likely to choose where to hide.
It's similar to how Cao Han chose to bring Lucy Pallas to the dark side of the city; frankly, it was just a gamble.
at the same time.
Cao Han's behavior of ignoring the group of thugs and getting back into his car led to some misunderstandings among many people.
"Oh ho ho, this yellow-skinned monkey must be scared. He actually left this little girl alone and hid in the car. Hey little girl, don't worry, I'll be careful not to hurt you."
Someone lewdly teased Lucy Pallas.
Unlike Cao Han, who possessed superhuman physical abilities to withstand the freezing cold of Siberia without flinching, Lucy Pallas, despite being bundled up tightly, still couldn't hide her curvaceous S-shaped figure.
Training in close combat skills is something I'd be a million times unwilling to do.
She diligently practices yoga to sculpt her physique, yet she practices silently throughout.
These poor bastards naturally couldn't understand Chinese, otherwise they would have noticed something amiss from the conversation between Lucy Pallas and Cao Han.
Lucy Pallas looked expressionlessly at the group of thugs who had gathered around the car.
The next second, these people suddenly felt a sense of fear and instinctively took two steps back.
According to the Abrahamic Pact, half-bloods cannot display their spiritual power in front of ordinary people, nor can they light up their golden eyes. However, she is still an elite of Kassel College. Once she reveals her murderous aura, these bullies and cowards will immediately feel as if they have encountered a predator at the top of the food chain.
If she could, Lucy Pallas really wouldn't want to fight these people, because she would likely end up getting herself tainted.
But considering the junior's terrifying strength, taking action would be the cruelest thing to do to these people.
"Hey Boss Wei, something seems off. This girl's expression is strange. She doesn't seem flustered or scared at all, even when she's alone. Instead, she seems fearless."
Some people realized that something was wrong, and upon closer reflection, they realized that it was usually the hero who saved the damsel in distress when danger struck.
What if we don't encounter danger?
Naturally, it doesn't matter whether it's a hero saving a damsel in distress or a damsel in distress saving a hero.
Wesley, who was at the front, wanted to curse these idiots for being so clueless and taking so long to notice. He said if they had noticed sooner, he wouldn't be sitting on the fire now.
To be honest, Wesley was actually feeling timid. He really wanted to say that they had only come out to warmly welcome the two of them to the air-raid shelter, and that they had no other intention than to ask if there was anything they could do to help.
But the words just wouldn't come out.
She's just a pretty girl. Maybe she's just putting on an act. A bunch of grown men can't handle her if they all gang up on her.
Two fists can't beat four hands; who can withstand a human wave tactic?
Moreover, many of them possess the famous Russian specialty, the "Aka-47," which could solve any problems with a single burst.
If we choose to back down today, we probably won't be able to stay in this air-raid shelter anymore.
"Go, go, go! Let's subdue this girl first. Whoever gets her first!"
Wesley waved his hand and pointed at Lucy Pallas with his index finger, shouting fiercely, but his body remained motionless, showing no intention of being the first to go.
Seeing Lucy Pallas unarmed, these men made no move to use their weapons. Compared to a cold corpse, they, driven by lust, would certainly prefer to live.
Lucy Pallas, seemingly surrounded by wolves, calmly pulled a rubber band from her pocket and tied her long, smooth hair into a simple ponytail to avoid affecting her performance later.
When she tossed her long hair, she inadvertently revealed her swan-like white neck, and even that tiny bit was enough to ignite the desires buried deep in the hearts of these thugs.
Having spent years mingling at the bottom of society, they had never seen a woman as noble and elegant as Lucy Pallas, exuding the air of a noble lady.
whoosh-
A startling sound of air being torn apart rang out. The first to rush to Lucy Pallas's side and make a move was the small black man who had been spewing profanities from the beginning. Of course, he wasn't completely stupid; instead of immediately closing in, he swung the metal chain in his hand and lashed out.
Lucy Pallas remained calm, turning her head slightly to the side in a split second. The chain brushed just past the tip of her hair. Then, instead of retreating, she moved closer, grabbing the small Black man's wrist with one hand and gently tugging...
The sudden, immense force caused the small Black man to lose his balance, and he looked as if he were about to fall heavily to the ground like a vicious dog pouncing on its prey.