A man among dragons, building a mysterious ancient church.

Chapter 14 Your dad's an idiot, the more you scold him, the more excited you get.

Beijing Airport, First Class VIP Lounge.

Unlike the public waiting area with rows of benches outside, this place is more like a private club.

Luxurious walnut ceiling, ITMILAN carpet, sofas, small tables, bar counter, wall cabinets, tea, coffee, and snacks—all to choose from.

Chen Motong chose a packet of Baihao Yinzhen tea, which she had never tried before, and brewed it without considering the problem of not being able to sleep at night if she drank tea now.

She had already made up her mind that on her first night in Binhai, she would borrow a car from an acquaintance and drive around the deserted streets in the early morning.

"Good evening, Ms. Chen Motong." Huang Tiekou, a man with a fierce face and wearing a T-shirt and shorts, walked over from the side and struck up a conversation: "Want to share a table?"

"?" Chen Motong raised his eyes and glanced at Huang Tiekou, then paused for a second, as if he had seen something incomprehensible.

It shouldn't be.

Her profiling skills allow her to judge a person's purpose by comprehensively analyzing their appearance, eyes, clothing, and temperament.

But when this fierce-looking man suddenly appeared in front of her, her profiling ability failed, and she couldn't profile anything about him.

It's as if the uncle standing in front of you, asking if you can share a table, isn't a living person, but a meticulously crafted human specimen.

There wasn't a single superfluous body language, nor any micro-expressions whatsoever. Was this even human?

Huang Tiekou was also complaining in his heart, saying that being in two places at once had no rights. He rushed to pay the taxi driver extra money and finally arrived at the airport.

The original body is being too cautious. Sending this newly minted clown over here just to deal with Chen Motong's profiling ability is unnecessary.

Wouldn't it be the same to send the other clones over? Profiling a little bit won't make any difference.

Huang Tiekou, grumbling to himself, relied on his clown abilities to completely control his expression and stared at Chen Motong.

Chen Motong secretly observed several times but failed to discover anything. Instead of being afraid, he reached out to the opposite sofa with great interest: "Please sit down."

After Huang Tiekou sat down, he kept twirling and playing with his long red hair with his right hand, letting the strands circle around his fingertips and then automatically loosen: "Interesting."

"When did that man raise such an emotionless monster like you?"

Huang Tiekou smiled appropriately: "Madam, you misunderstand. I have no relation to the Chen family whatsoever."

Chen Motong kept a close eye on Huang Tiekou's facial expression, and tried to use his profiling technique when Huang Tiekou smiled, but still couldn't glean anything.

A slight sense of frustration arose subconsciously. Did this monster in front of me really have no feelings at all?

Is this still human? It's completely a robot!

As for Huang Tiekou's claim that he has no connection with the Chen family?
Heh, Chen Motong didn't believe that only the Chen family, besides Kassel College, could accurately intercept her at the capital airport.

The Chen family, the family where Chen Motong was born, is a cold and indifferent place devoid of any kinship warmth; it cannot be called a family.

According to Chen Motong's own understanding, she has dozens of half-siblings, and it's not that her father had a large harem.

However, Chen's father adhered to the concept of elitism, claiming that his dragon bloodline was noble, and therefore he had to spread his bloodline in order to cultivate talents.

So they used money to pave the way, provided seeds, and found hundreds and thousands of women to undergo artificial insemination.

The sacred and beautiful act of childbirth, under Chen's father's control, became a cold, mechanical assembly line, with children being born one after another.

After examination, those with poor bloodlines were handed over to the family, while those with excellent bloodlines were worthy of being taken in and personally taught by Chen's father.

The so-called personal guidance was nothing more than the meritocracy, encouraging vicious competition and cold-blooded ruthlessness among the children. Violence, deception, and instigation were rampant among the siblings. Growing up in such a distorted environment, it's a testament to Chen Motong's strong will that she didn't go astray.

Against this backdrop, Chen Motong had a completely negative impression of the Chen family, and she felt extremely disgusted when she saw someone who appeared to be from the Chen family.

It's as if simply touching the other person will corrupt you, twisting you into a cold-blooded monster devoid of humanity.

Inviting Huang Tiekou to sit down was simply a way to find out as soon as possible how the Chen family had developed a new technology that could completely disable her profiling.

No one knew that Chen Motong, who seemed crazy, cheerful and outgoing, was actually a little girl who hadn't grown up and was extremely insecure.

With the profiling now ineffective, Chen Motong felt a subconscious anxiety and was eager to find out why: "Don't you hold a grudge against the Chen family?"

"To forcibly erase all your emotions, is it some kind of technology that eliminates all your hormone secretion? No, a person can't survive like that."

"Stop." Seeing that Chen Motong was guessing endlessly, Huang Tiekou interrupted her blind Jier analysis: "The head of the Chen family is an idiot."

"Huh?" Chen Motong unconsciously increased the force of her fingers as she played with the red hair, only snapping out of her daze when she felt a sharp pain at the root of the hair. She stared blankly at Huang Tiekou.

Is this person insulting her father?

A sense of exhilaration inexplicably spread from the depths of Chen Motong's heart!

Noticing the inexplicable brilliance emanating from the depths of Chen Motong's pupils, Huang Tiekou relied on his clown abilities to barely control the changes in his expression.

Goodness, what kind of weird hobby is this?
Does cursing your father excite you?
I don't understand, but I respect him: "If we're talking about not being human, your father is the one who's not human. Calling him a cold-blooded animal is an insult to snakes. Your father is more like a robot; you can't see any humanity in him."

"Heat a pot of oil, then throw your cold-blooded father in; the oil won't even boil." The simplest form of foul language, the ultimate enjoyment.

A few vulgar and sarcastic insults completely convinced Chen Motong that Huang Tiekou was not someone sent by the Chen family.

The entire Chen family revolves around Chen's father, resembling an ancient feudal clan brought to modern times, exuding a decadent atmosphere of "if the ruler commands the subject to die, the subject must die."

Therefore, Chen's subordinates would never so openly and boldly insult Chen's father.

Even if Chen's father had ordered his subordinates to scold him in order to gain her trust, they could not have done it so brilliantly and excessively.

Huang Tiekou continued his rant: "Even if I start smoking now, and smoke ten packs a day until I die of old age, my lungs won't be as black as your father's heart."

"This kind of scumbag thinks he can order us around? Hah."

Chen Motong became more and more excited as she listened, her heart began to race, and a suspicious blush crept onto her pretty face.

Well done! Keep going! That's satisfying!

She completely abandoned her hostility: "Then who are you? Are you asking for my help?"

Putting everything else aside, just for the pleasure that Huang Tiekou's insults to Chen's father brought her, she was willing to cancel her plane ticket for tonight and help him out for free.

Although it's unclear which faction sent Huang Tiekou and how he managed to intercept her so accurately, it's not a big problem.

As long as it has no connection with the Chen family, Chen Motong wouldn't mind lending a hand.

Furthermore, even Chen Motong herself was unaware that she was still unconsciously searching for Huang Tiekou's origins and trying to figure out why her profiling ability was ineffective against him.

Beneath Huang Tiekou's calm smile, he also breathed a sigh of relief. What a hassle. At least he could finally get to the point: "Ms. Chen Motong."

Have you ever heard of the Old Church?

(End of this chapter)