Chapter 353 The Hearing Begins

Lu Mingfei came to the hearing room that belonged to him.

"Everyone is silent, silent!"

King Solomon struck the hammer.

The group of professors who were whispering gradually became quiet. They returned to what a mummy or a mummy should look like, sitting upright. This scene looked like a gathering of lich scholars in a horror movie. The professors were too old and had no body parts except their hearts. The only thing that could still move was probably the eyeballs. The girl on the school board committee couldn't help but wanted to turn her head to look out of curiosity several times, but she stopped because of the serious gaze from behind. At this time, she felt it from the bottom of her heart. I was envious of the husky next door. This guy turned his head to look at it and wanted to just twist it off. Look at his bumpy boots. I believe that if the occasion hadn't been inappropriate, the husky would still have a basic sense of shame. This guy would probably I was already whistling with joy.

Frost did not put his mind on Husky. He had been the acting head of the family for many years. He was very aware of the interests of these chairs on the school board.

What's more, in the face of absolute right and wrong, one's position can only be compromised.

Frost glanced at Angers.

From now on, Kassel's era of tyrants is over.

King Solomon announced that everyone stood up, and all the mixed races in the auditorium stood up. King Solomon, who was the arbiter of this trial, put his hand on the ancient Abrahamic blood contract, his golden eyes lit up, and he slowly recited the words "Mixed Race" in a solemn and solemn tone. An ancient commandment, the alchemical matrix of the Abrahamic blood contract was activated. The mixed-races felt that there seemed to be something more in the auditorium, as if they were looking from ancient times. A hundred years ago, a thousand years ago, the once ancient era was contracted here. The covenant concluded under the witness of the people, and the righteous judgment under this contract, spanned the long river of time, and cast their eyes here.

And this is just a copy. It is the original Abraham blood contract. The alchemical matrix engraved on it calls not only eyes, but real living beings, a large number of living beings that span the long river of time and belong to the once heroic people.

The hybrids lowered their heads slightly, and King Solomon's voice echoed in the auditorium. For a moment, it seemed as if the angels and devils, ancient trees and dragons painted on the wall opened their eyes, and a mysterious atmosphere enveloped the place until King Solomon made intricate hand seals.

He said: "It's a deal."

King Solomon slowly scanned the audience.

"Everyone, please take a seat."

The mixed-races silently exchanged glances. They were surprised by such a grand opening. Throughout the past, such a scene would only occur when major events that could affect the history of mixed-races occurred. King Solomon officially launched the Abrahamic blood contract, which meant that Everything about this hearing will be recorded.

After reaffirming the rules of the meeting, King Solomon announced the topics of this hearing.

Some people have questioned the S-class bloodline, thinking that it has a great risk of corruption. Lu Mingfei was a little surprised when he listened to King Solomon's introduction. The last chat with Passi was still fresh in his mind, and it seemed that their target should be It's Angers, why is the target now directed at him?

He heard King Solomon summon the school board's investigation team to come forward. Lu Mingfei opened his eyes and looked back. He was a well-dressed man, even his beard was trimmed neatly. He wore a professional smile and walked around. High-spirited.

But this guy's smile is incomparable to Patsy's. Although Patsy smiles all the time, it never makes people feel out of place. You will only feel the warmth and comfort like a spring breeze, which makes people involuntarily let down their guard.

And this man's smile was of a standard professional nature. It could be seen that he was an out-and-out elite in the industry he was engaged in. His reserved pride had penetrated into his bones. He stood at his position and showed his respect to the audience. The mulatto greeted and introduced himself as Andre Gattuso.

Lu Mingfei had a vague premonition.

It sounds like this guy is a lawyer.

Although he has never studied law, Lu Mingfei has watched a lot of anime, such as the plot in a certain Death God elementary school student, where the heroine's mother is a lawyer.

Wait, Lu Mingfei suddenly realized something. Since Andrew from the Gattuso family is on the opposite side, where is his lawyer?

Who defends him?

It’s better not to ask Lu Mingfei to do it himself!

He looked at Angers with wide eyes.

Angers was full of confidence and made a reassuring gesture, as if everything was under control.

Lu Mingfei was a little relieved. Since the almighty principal has expressed his stance, there must be no surprises in this matter.

It's just that he still cares a little bit about it. What's going on?

Speaking of which, Lu Mingfei had been in seclusion for the past three days, completely cutting off outside news, otherwise he would have been able to participate in the preliminary preparations for the hearing.

King Solomon summoned Lu Mingfei’s defense lawyer.

Lu Mingfei was curious. It seemed that the principal was indeed reliable and had already arranged everything for him. But he didn't know what kind of person the dear principal had arranged for him. Is he as powerful as Xiaolan's mother? But having said that, he was a marginalized person in society who played games for the first half of his life and beat people to death for the second half of his life. He didn't know many barristers. It was estimated that in the future, no matter how old someone was, he would be no different from a stranger in his eyes.

Lu Mingfei secretly told himself that he must not judge a book by its appearance. Even if his lawyer looked ordinary and not very powerful, he had to believe in Mr. Principal's vision. If he could be chosen by Angers as his lawyer, he would definitely He must have something extraordinary, no matter how you think about it, he must be a dragon or phoenix among people.

With such awareness, Lu Mingfei raised the corners of his mouth and smiled kindly to greet his lawyer.

Here he comes, here he comes in the winter sunshine.

In Lu Mingfei's expectations, in the curiosity of the mixed breeds, and in Ange's confident smile.

The vice principal is here!

Lu Mingfei:......

At that moment, he was confused and even wondered if there was something wrong with his eyes. But, but, that cute belly, that coquettish smile, and that greasy mouth corner all revealed the identity of the visitor.

There is no mistake that he is the vice-principal of Kassel.

Mr. Vice-Principal obviously attaches great importance to today's hearing. He put on a brand-new denim uniform. To be honest, this clothes looks good in all aspects, except for one thing. The Vice-Principal's figure is too out of shape, and his protruding belly is almost The belt was about to burst, and the guy had to hold his belly with his hands while walking to avoid the embarrassment of the belt breaking and his pants falling down.

However, only one hand was enough to support the stomach. The vice-principal had a free hand and waved it frequently to the professors, the school board, and the student phalanx, especially the girls among them, every time he interacted with them The vice-principal's attitude when he waved was particularly enthusiastic, and he almost wanted to whistle.

When Lu Mingfei finally realized that the defense lawyer Mr. Principal had found for him was this one, Lu Mingfei's mood was complicated. Speaking of which, was there anything else in the Vice Principal's mind besides brandy and women? Don't report Marilyn Monroe, Diana and others' body data in detail later in the defense. As for the legal provisions, come on, cowboys never read these things.

Lu Mingfei felt that he needed to think about the feasibility of playing Cassel.

Or adopt the slander of the traitor Fingel, imprison the school board of directors, convince the professors, and then use French fries and Gundam figures to bring the equipment department back, and then dominate Kassel.

The vice-principal walked into his seat and took a lot of effort to sit down. His out-of-shape figure was too much in the way. The chair was only so big, but his butt was...

In short, when the vice-principal finally stuffed himself into the chair, the mixed-race people who had watched the whole process couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Looking at the chair again, their eyes showed a hint of sympathy. This chair brother really had to bear it. A burden you should not have to bear.

Someone quietly looked at Manstein in the auditorium, and saw the professor's expressionless face and calm eyes, as if the old man who was still sitting in the chair with a smile and waving to the female college student had nothing to do with him.

They looked at Professor Manstein with deep sympathy. In fact, they had no doubt that if one day they heard the news that Professor Manstein had exterminated his family, they would not be surprised at all, but would be relieved.

Maybe there will be something like.

"Ah, the day has finally arrived."

Such thoughts.

Lawyers from both sides were present, and King Solomon presided over the hearing to enter the next process. Andrew Gattuso, the head of the investigation team, spoke.

"ladies and gentlemen."

Andrew turned to the professoriate and the school board respectively.

"And dear masters, distinguished gentlemen of the school directors."

"Allow me to reiterate the themes of this hearing."

"As we all know, hybrids like us have been walking on the cliff, with depravity on one side and humanity on the other. Our bloodline has given us strength and glory, but it has also brought curses and sins."

"As for the S-class, there is no doubt about its power, but I have to remind you here."

Andrew lowered his voice.

"Is S-class really safe?"

He motioned to the big screen.

"I hope you can watch this video."

The half-breeds glanced away.

There is……

The students in Kassel looked surprised.

Caesar in red combat uniform stood upright like an iron tower. He raised his head slightly, and at the focus of his gaze was a young man who fell from the sky.

There was no sound, just changing light and shadow.

Like summer birds flying over the water.

The two people standing silently collided.

It was miraculous power and speed.

Not long after, the battle was over and the winner was decided.

The man who fell to the ground was Caesar.

Then there was the battle between the young man and Chu Zihang.

They were like storms raging across the ground, causing astonishing damage.

Hybrids are no strangers to this video. On Freedom Day half a year ago, it was the first time S-class announced its existence in Kassel with a hearty victory.

Defeating the leaders of the Lionheart Club and the Student Council in one go, the name of S-Class exploded in the forums. The mixed-races heard the words Lu Mingfei for the first time, and they also labeled this name as a strong one in their hearts. Label.

The mixed-race people couldn't take their eyes off it. Although it was not the first time for them to watch it, and many of them had watched it no less than ten times, no matter how many times it shocked them, it was still indescribable, especially now that the students in Kassel have all When I exerted my strength, I looked back at this video and it was even more shocking.

Before, they only thought that the S-class was powerful, but only after they became warriors themselves, they realized that the S-class was far more powerful than they imagined.

But, what does Andrew want to show by showing this video? Do you want to use the power of S-class to prove his bloodline? But everyone knows this is martial arts, right? What does it have to do with dangerous blood?

The battle between Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang also ended with Lu Mingfei's victory. The hybrids thought the video would end here, but no, after a brief pause, the big screen began to play the next video.

The files are scrolled one by one, with a pause ranging from 5 to 10 seconds depending on the amount of text. Although the time is short, it is enough for the mixed race. This much time is enough for them to see the content of the file clearly.

That's... Lu Mingfei's academic report card from the fifth grade of elementary school to the third year of high school.

Chinese, math, English, physics, and of course, physical education.

It should be said that especially sports, this column has been highlighted, as if to remind the mixed races to look this way.

How should I put it? Mixed-race people always feel that it is a bit strange and too ordinary. According to the report card, Lu Mingfei’s sports performance from childhood to adulthood has been average and there is nothing remarkable about it. There are fifty people in a class, Lu Mingfei It's just about being ranked among the top 30 to 20, year after year, from elementary school to junior high school to high school, without exception.

The mixed-race people quickly realized what the purpose of Andrew's video was. There was no doubt that he was pointing out why it had been so common in the past seventeen years that it could be buried in the crowd and couldn't be found. Will the boy become an S-class who is famous in the entire mixed race society?

What happened?

Andrew quietly observed the expressions of the mixed-race people at the venue. It was very good. As he expected, he saw thoughtfulness on many people's faces, and some even frowned.

Andrew believes that a truly brilliant lobbyist never needs to be eloquent. This is his experience in legal work for many years. Human beings always flaunt their ability to think independently and are complacent about it. They instinctively resist the information instilled by the outside world and believe that they can win. conclusion.

But here’s the problem, where does the information for your independent thinking come from? In other words, who gave this? By consciously arranging and combining information and presenting information, we can completely control the direction of a person's thinking.

It is really a thankless task to spend all your words to convince someone. Instead of doing so, it is better to let him think and convince himself. In the end, he may be more convinced of his own conclusion.

Moreover, this information is true and can completely withstand investigation. Andrew has a sense of self-satisfaction that he has everything under control. Although he is Gattuso, his blood is not noble. This situation is not uncommon. People from mixed-race families The heirs are not necessarily of high bloodline.

Blood has always been a thorn in Andrew's heart. He has achieved everything he has today through his own efforts and his mind, but this is not enough. Andrew's real goal is a mixed-race society.

In fact, he was envious of Lu Mingfei in his heart. This guy was either a noble or a commoner. He actually had such noble dragon blood and had such high prestige in the mixed-race society. No matter what Andrew thought, I can’t even swallow this breath, why! What is all this for?

Well now, using the stage of the hearing, he has the opportunity to rise to the top with his S-class reputation. From now on, when people talk about him, Andrew Gattuso, he will no longer just be the low-blooded hybrid of the Gattuso family. He was called an S-class gravedigger with a contemptuous tone. When he thought about such a future, Andrew was so excited that he trembled all over. He had to use all his strength to suppress the excitement.

Andrew maintained a calm surface. He was observing the venue and thinking about his next words. At a certain moment, he couldn't hold back his curiosity and glanced in the direction of the S-class.

Just this one glance gave him the feeling like a basin of ice water being poured down on him.

He couldn't find the slightest hint of panic or worry on Lu Mingfei's face. The S-class face had the same expression as before, and there was even a faint smile on the corner of his mouth. He looked at the report card on the big screen with relish, with an expression on his face. With a little feeling of gratitude, it seems that these past poor results are not taken to heart at all.

What on earth is this guy thinking?

Such confusion arose in Andrew's mind.

Could it be said that the S-level did not realize the significance of these transcripts at all?

He quickly dismissed his idea.

Are you kidding? He is S-class. Although Andrew dreams of stepping on the reputation of S-class, this also shows the importance of Lu Mingfei. First of all, I have to admit that Andrew believes in S-class from the bottom of his heart. He is a strong man.

How could a strong man not even have such a sense of smell? This is completely obvious. A boy who has only been mediocre in the past seventeen years suddenly turned into an S-class who is now famous in the mixed-race world. It can't be explained by a simple bloodline awakening.

Moreover, these are just the foreshadowing, the real killing move is yet to come.

Andrew is sure, S level, I hope you can always relax.

Lu Mingfei felt weak, so he looked away and looked directly at Andrew. Andrew felt a sense of panic in his heart for no reason, and subconsciously turned his head away. Even so, he seemed to still feel the gaze from that direction.

It's S-class, he's looking at me.

Such thoughts came to Andrew's mind, and Lu Mingfei's smiling face seemed to appear in front of his eyes.

Damn it, why should I panic!

He made a fist.

Look, I clearly have the advantage!

Andrew was suddenly stunned when he thought about this. He spread his hands and realized that his palms were full of sweat.

Frost was calm and composed. He knew the style of the professors and King Solomon. They were very rigid, and the more rigid people were, the more they valued rules. The young mixed-races might not take the Abrahamic blood contract seriously in their minds. Full of individuality and freedom, he would not even mind showing the specialness of mixed race in front of ordinary people.

The old people are different. They take the rules very seriously. It is this group of people who have the most severe attitude towards dangerous hybrids. They have promoted the project of transforming a small Pacific island into a prison, and then hunted dangerous hybrids all over the world. All the seeds were thrown into it.

The island is isolated overseas, surrounded by endless sea in all directions. You can't find this place on any map. It is a truly unparalleled place.

They tied the dangerous hybrids with straitjackets, hung iron balls on their hands and feet, and injected drugs 24 hours a day, which was enough to weaken the muscles of three elephants to the point where only one injection could weaken the muscles of the dangerous hybrids. Dosage, no matter how ferocious and cruel the dangerous hybrids are, after entering the prison, they can only live a vegetative life. Only their eyeballs and fingers can move slightly all day long. Life is worse than death, which is probably what they say.

As for why they go to great lengths to build prisons instead of executing all of them, the reason is certainly not that the law enforcers are kind-hearted. On the contrary, if they were kind-hearted, there would be no prisons. After all, the interests of adults in the world always come before morality, and dangerous hybrids It is full of benefits in itself.

To this day, countries around the world still preserve the buildings of mental hospitals in inaccessible areas. They use this as a guise to conduct ethically challenging research. The value of dangerous hybrids is too great. Some scholars firmly believe that they contain the code for advanced bloodlines, and this This is exactly why Pacific Island prisons exist.

Frost will never forget the research videos and pictures he saw. The dangerous hybrids on the cold operating table are simply guinea pigs. Researchers can remove organs without any psychological barriers and conduct various extreme tests, but they They were clearly the same kind as those on the operating table, and the thought of this was horrifying.

Frost could probably imagine Lu Mingfei's future. Once he was confirmed to be a dangerous hybrid, he would be waiting for him in a cell in a Pacific island prison. He would spend the rest of his life under endless injections and straitjackets. Maybe by then, it would be better to end up giving up his life for research on the operating table than to die sadly like a vegetative state.

Of course, Frost didn't think that Lu Mingfei would surrender. He might resist and disobey the hearing's decision on the Abrahamic blood contract.

With S's combat power, he can probably do this. Speaking of which, although Lu Mingfei is undoubtedly from Angers's side, and his position is highly consistent with Angers, from the bottom of his heart, Frost is still very I appreciate this young man. After all, who in power doesn’t like a sharp knife? It’s a pity that this knife does not belong to him. Since it does not belong to him, Frost can only bear the pain and destroy it.

Moreover, regardless of whether Lu Ming had to obey the verdict or not, Angers could not shirk his responsibility. He actually rated a dangerous hybrid species as S-level, and even allowed him to join Kassel and live and study on the same campus as the future members of the Camarilla. Angers has obviously gone crazy, and his hatred for dragons has caused him to lose his most basic ability to judge. This is an obvious malfeasance, and he must pay a price for it, such as handing over Cassel's rights.

Things went smoothly, everything was going in the direction he planned, and Frost was confident in the final result. He knew that King Solomon would definitely make the judgment he hoped for. After all, King Solomon did not represent personal will, but the entire society. As for the professors in Kassel, Frost believes they will not forget who the funds for research come from.

What's more, Angers' arrogance completed the last piece of the puzzle for this plan.

Frost glanced at the vice-principal who was dozing off in a chair. With this master opposite him, there was no need to worry that victory would not belong to him.