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

Why do you always like to wear black clothes?

I am mourning my life.

—Chekhov, "The Seagull".

The Ryoma family's secret arsenal.

This place is actually an abandoned arms depot, with a few broken bullet boxes on display. If we trace its history back to World War II, it might be back then.

In the huge warehouse, the mixed-blood members of the Demon Clan were laid out haphazardly. Their tendons and ligaments had been severed, so they didn't actually need to be tied up.

Ryoma Genichiro sat on a wooden bullet box. He didn't think that way. He ordered his clansmen to find thick white hemp rope and tie these guys up, as if that would make him feel more at ease.

He hadn't been this nervous in a long time, and he kept wiping the sweat pouring down his face with a small handkerchief from the breast pocket of his suit.

He marveled at Ye Jingchen's skill, comparing him to a seasoned executioner, each wound precisely avoiding blood vessels. Ryoma Genichiro asked himself honestly, he couldn't do that.

Boom boom boom!

The midnight bells rang!

The roar of a black Maybach sports car could be heard outside the warehouse!

It gradually calmed down.

Tap, tap, tap... a series of footsteps.

Ye Jingchen, holding Erii's hand, walked to the warehouse entrance with a member of the Ryoma family in tow.

Ryoma Genichiro turned his head and saw that it was Ye Jingchen. He stood up from the bullet box and looked at Ye Jingchen. "Deputy Director Ye, you've finally arrived. Now can you tell me what these guys are for?"

Are they intended for experiments on humans and dragons, or to be deployed as cannon fodder on the battlefield?

"Neither." Ye Jingchen looked at Ryoma Genichiro, then at the Ryoma family member beside him. This family member was a man with a buzz cut, about twenty-one or twenty-two years old. "Take your family out first. I'll be out in a bit."

"Hey!" Ryoma Genichiro winked at the man with the buzz cut as he walked out of the warehouse.

"I'll close the door first." Ryoma Genichiro slowly closed the door. He looked at the half-demon creatures on the ground and still didn't understand what Ye Jingchen was going to do.

Ryoma Genichiro stood guard outside, smoking cigarettes with the man with the buzz cut.

In the warehouse.

Ye Jingchen glanced at Erii.

Erii instantly understood Ye Jingchen's meaning, and habitually raised her hand to cover her eyes.

Ye Jingchen looked at the mixed-blood demons on the ground, counted out a hundred, raised his left hand with his sword finger, and waved it downwards, "Nameless".

[Ding! Congratulations, host, for completing the daily task: Slay 100/100 dragon-blooded creatures (including but not limited to hybrids). Task reward: Bloodline increase 5% + Dragon Alchemy.]

Ye Jingchen stared at the subtitles before him, slightly taken aback, and pondered in his heart: "Alchemy? It doesn't seem to be of much use for now. It should be related to the Seven Deadly Sins, since there are many things about alchemy in Nibelungen, the underwater king of bronze and fire."

He pulled Erii toward the warehouse door. "Ryoma Genichiro, open the door."

"The door isn't locked!" Ryoma Genichiro threw his cigarette on the ground to extinguish it and opened the warehouse door.

He looked into Ye Jingchen's eyes, not daring to peek into the warehouse. "Deputy Director Ye, are you done?"

"Drag out and dispose of those dead hybrids inside. Don't let them affect the other living hybrids. It wouldn't be good if they got infected with the plague or something." Ye Jingchen pulled Erii towards the black Maybach. "If nothing unexpected happens, I'll be back at this time tomorrow."

Reaching the car, Inuyama Setsuko thoughtfully opened the door for Ye Jingchen and Erii, acting as their temporary driver.

With a thunderous roar, the black Maybach sped away.

Genichiro Ryoma watched the departing car, scratching his bald patch. He turned to the crew-cut man with some confusion, "Wei, when you were counting just now, didn't you say that none of them died? Why did Deputy Director Ye ask me to dispose of the dead Oni hybrids?"

Faced with the patriarch's questioning, the man with the buzz cut scratched his cheek. He was a highly educated man who had studied high school biology. "Patriarch, logically speaking, this shouldn't be the case. None of the mixed-blood members of the Fierce Ghost Clan have had their arteries or veins damaged, and most of their wounds have already scabbed over."

I had already disinfected their wounds with iodine solution, so there shouldn't be any possibility of infection or inflammation. How could someone die so quickly?

"Oh! Could it be..." Ryoma Genichiro thought of something, turned around and went into the warehouse.

The man with the buzz cut followed closely behind Ryoma Genichiro.

Upon seeing this scene, Ryoma Genichiro immediately fell silent.

The remaining half-blood demons in the warehouse, as if terrified, huddled together in a corner, seeking a sense of security.

On the empty ground, there were a hundred puddlees of watermelon juice.

"Ah Wei!" Ryoma Genichiro covered his mouth and nose, fighting off the urge to vomit, and ordered, "Get some clansmen to clean up the scene, and remember to mop the floor clean!"

The man with the buzz cut looked uncomfortable; this was the first time he'd done such dirty work. He nodded helplessly, "Sigh!"

Ryoma Genichiro fled quickly, cursing inwardly as he ran: "Beast! Beast! He's unworthy of being human! Doesn't he even understand the principle that killing prisoners is an omen of bad luck?"

Inside the black Maybach.

Inuyama Setsuko watched Ye Jingchen's actions through the rearview mirror inside the car.

Ye Jingchen was wiping the watermelon juice off the nameless sword with a tissue, looking like a famous sword master on screen.

"Ye-san, were you attacked at the Ryoma residence?" Inuyama Setsuko asked with concern.

"No." Ye Jingchen sheathed the cleaned Nameless Sword and thought to himself, "I remember Chu Zihang's Murasame has the ability to keep the blade clean without getting blood on it. If I have the chance, I must observe it up close."

"Ye Sang, where are we going now? Back to Tamamo-no-Mae?" Inuyama Setsuko asked as they approached the fork in the road. Ye Jingchen had told her to drive when he got in the car, but he hadn't specified where they were going.

Ye Jingchen explored the dragon alchemy in his mind, his eyes closed. "Go to your godfather's place. He's been very busy these past few days, hasn't he?"

"Of course, the logistical support for both major directions rests on his shoulders. He didn't sleep a wink last night," Inuyama Setsuko said, shifting into first gear and heading uphill.

"He really worked hard." Ye Jingchen recalled the image of the old man, Inuyama He, in his mind. "I heard that his Word of Power: Moment can be developed to 512 times speed. Have you ever seen it?"

Inuyama Setsuko shook her head. "My godfather's sword is very fast. I've never seen him wield Onimaru Kunitsuna with all his might..."

"Okay, sure." Ye Jingchen stroked the hilt of the nameless sword. "I'll show you around today!"