Slay the Gods: All the blood of kings must end with the sword!

The bronze color crawled up his skin, and the boy's body seemed to be cast in copper and iron, indestructible.

A dragon's might, far more powerful than that of other hybrids, emerged from Yuan Zhilu, as if announcing his birth to the world.

The boy looked down excitedly at his body that gleamed with bronze.

Although his body shape had not changed much, he could feel that he had undergone earth-shaking changes compared to before.

Terrifying power flowed through his body, from muscles to bones, every inch was as hard as steel.

A name popped up in the boy's mind and he murmured it softly.

"The bronze throne."

He understood that this was the name of his own spirit.

"Thank you, sir."

Yuan Zhilu suppressed the excitement in his heart, turned to Lin Xuan and bowed deeply.

Lin Xuan was a little surprised.

You know, the boy was only injected with F-level serum, but looking at his aura, he has even surpassed Mei Matsuda and Fuyuhito Sato who resisted D-level serum.

Moreover, when Yuan Zhilu absorbed the F-level serum, he showed no signs of losing control throughout the process.

Those people before would more or less show signs of being out of control, such as being covered with scales or temporarily losing their minds.

Even more serious cases are those that directly turn into monsters.

But the boy didn't, or rather, he adapted very well to the serum.

This surprised Lin Xuan a little.

He, Lao Zhao and the captain all like this pair of siblings very much.

So Lin Xuan still had the mentality of an old father at the beginning.

As long as this kid is alive, he will be thankful, and he doesn't care how adaptable he is.

But who would have thought that Yuan Zhilu would actually give him a surprise.

The other party's adaptability to the serum is unexpectedly high.

Lin Xuan helped Yuan Zhilu up and rubbed his head.

“The Bronze Throne is of a very high rank, but one must also be careful not to overuse it, otherwise it will cause irreversible damage to the body.

Also, since you're a mixed-blood, there are a few things I need to explain to you."

"You say."

Yuan Zhilu stood up with a respectful expression.

“You are very adaptable to the serum, which means that the risk you face when injecting the serum is much smaller than that of others. But precisely because of this, you should not be impatient and should proceed steadily.

Now that you've become a hybrid, you can go to Lao Zhao later to learn some basic knowledge about superpowers and corresponding combat techniques."

"Yes."

Yuan Zhilu nodded repeatedly. He knew that the Old Zhao Lin Xuan was referring to was Uncle Kongcheng.

"You're the one who has to explain yourself about becoming a hybrid. I have something to go out for, so I won't be coming over."

"Uh...yes."

Yuan Zhilu's face froze.

Because Uncle Kongcheng and Uncle Makino were very opposed to him becoming a half-blood, and because he didn't want his sister to worry too much, he didn't tell the three of them in advance that he would become a half-blood tonight.

If Uncle Kongcheng and Uncle Makino knew that they were mixed-race, their expressions would definitely be very interesting.

And he will definitely be scolded badly.

But now that the matter has come to this, we can only bite the bullet.

Watching Yuan Zhilu go downstairs hand in hand, Lin Xuan opened the third-floor window and jumped out.

It’s better to wait until Lao Zhao and the captain have calmed down before coming back. He doesn’t want to be scolded.

Lin Xuan thought about it, and rushed out from the third floor like a gust of wind, disappearing into the streets in the blink of an eye.

Meanwhile, on the other side.

Shen Qingzhu was a little confused.

He didn't understand. He just wanted to rob the gangster and have a good meal.

But now, Shen Qingzhu looked at the younger brothers kneeling in front of him, mumbling something, and his serious expression almost couldn't be held back.

He had no idea what the person in front of him was saying, and he only knew three sentences in Japanese.

They are "Eight Ayalu", "Kurus" (kill) and "Yoshi".

But based on his undercover experience in Shangjing City, he could vaguely understand that he seemed to have become a senior leader of a large criminal gang.

Shen Qingzhu didn't understand and was greatly shocked.

Every time he gave an order, his heart was in his throat, fearing that he would react incorrectly and his subordinates would discover his true situation.

Little did I know that I was under even greater pressure when facing him.

Stared at by those murderous eyes, everyone was sweating profusely, fearing that if they said something wrong, they would be dragged out and committed seppuku in front of everyone.

"Team Leader, the Xuanhuang Group sent us a letter, wanting to cooperate with us to seize control of the underground black market. What do you think?"

Below, a younger brother knelt on one knee and reported some recent developments to Shen Qingzhu.

Shen Qingzhu frowned slightly.

I don’t understand Smecta.

The younger brother buried his head even lower, his body trembling.

"Well, then I'll go and reject them right away and tell them to go away."

Shen Qingzhu: (ー`′ー)

The frown deepened.

Little brother: QAQ

Marula, you said the wrong thing again!

Shen Qingzhu hesitated for a moment, and finally turned to look at his military advisor.

"Imori Yu."

Jing Shouyu understood that this was a test from the team leader, so he quickly spoke up to offer his own opinion.

"The Xuanhuang Group is a recently emerging group that has swept through all the powerful groups in the surrounding area. For a time, it was unrivaled and seemed to be aiming to take the throne of Guanxi.

Their team leader, Meichuan Qiuku, is even more elusive, and no one can even find out his background.

Although the Black Killing Group has some strength now, as the saying goes, it is better to store up food and become king slowly, so it is not easy for us to start a war with them.

So I think we should agree to the other party's request for cooperation.

What the team leader meant was that cooperation is possible, but the initiative must be in our hands.

After all, we have been operating in the black market for so long, we cannot let our brothers down."

Although the name and pronunciation of the leader of the Xuanhuang Group are strange, it is obviously a pseudonym.

But the fact that they were able to establish a club in such a short period of time and even sweep across Kansai at one point is enough to show how strong their skills are.

But this is not a reason for them to show weakness. They should still fight for what they should fight for.

After listening to Jing Shouyu's speech, everyone's eyes were focused on Shen Qingzhu.

But the team leader's attention was no longer on this. He obviously confirmed Jing Shouyu's statement and did not intend to discuss it further.

At this moment, everyone's face showed joy and they shouted loudly:

"The leader is wise!"

This was accompanied by bursts of whispers.

"As expected of the team leader, he actually considers us errand boys."

"Honestly, if the team leader hadn't pointed it out, I would have agreed directly without even considering taking advantage of the situation and trying to get more involved."

"Team Leader is such a hero! How can mortals like us measure his wisdom?"

At this time, Shen Qingzhu no longer cared about the admiring gazes of the people below. He looked straight ahead, but his heart was in turmoil.

He seemed to have heard Chinese just now.

It seems like... I'm not wearing long johns?

Although he didn't understand what the other person said, based on the speaking habits of the people here, he could understand that this should be a person's name.

Although I don't know what the name means, the pronunciation is indeed Chinese.

In other words, other people from Daxia came here and had a connection with him.

Since he is here, the other members of the Fifth Special Team are likely to be here as well.

Moreover, to come up with such an outrageous name...

Shen Qingzhu's mind flashed with the image of someone who often held a camera.

He seemed to already know who the other person was.