Dragon Clan: I'm too lazy to talk to you, you're not worthy to listen!

Seeing that the drug had failed to be administered, Huang Mao took out a needle and pushed the syringe. He stared at the scale line, and droplets of water sprayed out from the needle.

The blond-haired man put his arm around the waist of the girl from the Shindai era beside him, a hint of madness appearing in his eyes. "Miss, don't worry, this is Dragon's Joy, which will grant you unparalleled power."

The yellow-haired man's potion was not an ordinary one, but a "Dragon DNA Potion" developed by a mysterious underground organization (most likely Tachibana Masamune), which could allow hybrids to obtain a higher purity of dragon blood.

Falling into the hands of the Ghost Clan is like adding wings to a tiger. Since they're already ghosts, the worst outcome would be becoming Deadpools, so why not make the most of them?

A girl from the Shinigami era with hair dyed red, yellow, blue, and green pushed away the blond-haired boy's hand, "Yamete! Dame-yo~"

The girl with the multicolored hair was abducted by the blond-haired man from the roadside. The only thing he did was offer her lodging and food.

However, once a girl from the Age of Gods in Japan is brought home, her personal will must not be violated, and her body must not be harmed.

However, the blond-haired man didn't care about all that; he had already killed at least eighty, if not a hundred, of the goddesses from the Age of Gods.

The blond-haired man was about to force himself on the girl and give her an injection.

There was a pop.

With the skin on the left side of his neck pierced, the blond-haired man felt his life slipping away. He clutched his neck and turned his head in terror.

Following the arm holding the fruit knife, I looked at the face—Ye Jingchen.

The young woman sitting in the leather chair never took her eyes off Ye Jingchen, and saw him unhesitatingly shove the fruit knife from the bar counter into the blond man's neck.

The young woman couldn't help but cross her legs, pressing them tightly together, biting her fingers, and clicking her tongue, "So cold-blooded, like a ruthless assassin, Si Guoyi~"

Seeing that the blond-haired man could still open his eyes and stare at him, Ye Jingchen increased the force in his hand and pushed the fruit knife in even deeper.

The blond-haired man's pupils immediately dilated, and he passed away uneasy.

The girl from the Shindai witnessed the death of the blond-haired man and wept with fear.

She dared not cry out loud, covering her mouth tightly with both hands, afraid of provoking Ye Jingchen.

Ye Jingchen gently rubbed the girl's head, his golden eyes, a mixture of race and blood, lit up, and he leaned close to her eyes, "You're very sensible, aren't you?"

The girl from the Shindai era covered her mouth, choking back tears, and nodded repeatedly, "Yes!"

Ye Jingchen wiped away her tears with his thumb. "You're not a member of the Fierce Ghost Clan, are you?"

A hint of hesitation flashed in the eyes of the girl from the divine era. When she came to her senses, she immediately covered her mouth and shook her head frantically.

"Okay, then go home. Be good, a lot of people here are going to hell soon, you know?" Ye Jingchen patted the back of her head.

The girl from the divine era felt as if she had been granted a pardon and quickly got up, intending to escape from Ye Jingchen.

Ye Jingchen's eyes widened in surprise, "No, you're really coming back?!"

Girl from the Age of Gods: "?"

The girl from the Age of Gods suddenly turned around, her gaze shifting from astonishment to fear, helplessness, and disbelief.

Without the slightest hesitation, Ye Jingchen's fruit knife slid across her delicate, snow-white throat.

She lay on the ground, clutching her throat and sobbing. Even in death, she couldn't understand how Ye Jingchen, who had just been like a kind older brother to her neighbors, had turned so cold and ruthless.

Ye Jingchen squatted down and reached out to close the eyes of the girl from the divine era. "Why don't you tell the truth? Since I asked you, I must know the answer. Sigh, may heaven have a place for you, the fierce ghost and all the little devils. God, Amen."

Yuan Zhisheng came up behind Ye Jingchen and looked at the blond-haired man slumped over the table. "Ye-san, what's going on with this blond-haired guy?"

"Why are you so late?!" Ye Jingchen stood up and straightened his collar.

Yuan Zhisheng looked slightly apologetic. "I had something to attend to earlier and was communicating with my subordinates."

“That blond guy is definitely from the Ghost Clan. I saw him holding the Dragon Blood DNA serum, about to inject it into the little girl.” Ye Jingchen pointed at the blond guy. “Luckily, I killed him with one stab, and a tragedy was averted. Are you guys so lax in your control over drugging and injections?”

Yuan Zhisheng glanced at the small plastic bag on the table, picked it up and examined it carefully. "This is a strictly controlled hallucinogenic drug that is strictly prohibited from use. These people are disregarding the dignity of our family! According to the rules of the underworld, his five fingers should be cut off, but since he is already dead, let's just let it go."

Genjiro, filled with rage, pointed again at the girl from the Shindai era on the ground, "Then this girl..."

"Oh, you mean her!" Ye Jingchen clapped his hands. "Birds of a feather flock together. She's mixed up with the Ghost Clan, I sensed the dragon blood in her, and she even lied to me, so she must be a little ghost too."

As the saying goes, "If you don't cut the weeds at the root, they'll grow back in the spring breeze." This blond guy was probably closely related to her, so I executed him on the spot.

I've sacrificed myself for our grand plan, so remember to take me to a hot spring after work today.

“Uh…” Yuan Zhisheng was surprised by Ye Jingchen’s decisiveness. “We usually need to confirm their personal information and the crimes they have committed before deciding on an execution. Ye-san, you’re going too far…”

Ye Jingchen glanced at the clock in the hall, "11:10," and then silently said in his mind, "Check the progress of the daily task."

[Ding! Daily Quest: Slay 4/10 Dragonblood Creatures. Success Reward: Word of Power - Immortality. (Sequence unknown. Can enhance physical strength to titanium alloy level. A superior Word of Power to the Bronze Throne.)]

Ye Jingchen looked at the reward, which had changed from "random reward" to a fixed reward, "Word of Power - Immortality," and secretly wondered, "Oh? As the mission's end time approaches, we can glimpse the rewards for the day's mission? I'll have to verify this conjecture if I get the chance."

"Time waits for no one!" Ye Jingchen patted Yuan Zhisheng on the shoulder, interrupting his pity speech. "That guy in the west is injecting himself with a syringe. Be careful. If he suddenly goes berserk and turns into a demon or a humanoid dead servant, you have to deal with him immediately."

Yuan Zhisheng nodded, "Don't worry, Ms. Ye, I have a lot of experience in handling these kinds of things!"

"Are you ready?"

"Ye Sang, I'm ready."

Ye Jingchen suddenly raised his hands and clapped, "Hey, everyone look over here!" As he spoke, Ye Jingchen stepped onto the bar table.

Everyone in the club, including the mixed-race individuals, turned their attention to Ye Jingchen.

Ye Jingchen pointed at Yuan Zhisheng, "I believe many of you are familiar with him!"

"He is the embodiment of light, Amaterasu! The head of the Japanese branch's executive bureau, the head of the Minamoto family, the terminator of demons, who single-handedly made the demon-slaying Minamoto-waka-sei tremble!"

"Shine the light on him!"

All the mixed-race people in the club stood up, many of them rubbing their hands together as they watched Genjiro, some even gritting their teeth.

Feeling the hostility coming from all directions, Genjiro: "..."

He instinctively gripped his twin swords—the Spider Cutter and the Child Cutter.

"Never has there been such a bad start."