I, the Five-Clawed Golden Dragon, am being kept by the state.

Beijing, State Security Bureau.

The meeting room was eerily quiet.

More than a dozen high-ranking officials from the National Security Bureau sat on either side of the long table, each with a look of shock and disbelief on their face.

In the very center of the table, the dragon-shaped necklace lay quietly on the shock-absorbing pad, its bronze surface gleaming softly under the fluorescent light.

"So you mean...?"

The white-haired old man sitting in the main seat spoke, his voice hoarse but dignified.

"Is there a dragon living inside this thing?"

The old man's name is Liu Mingyuan, the director of the State Security Bureau. He has been in the industry for fifty years and has seen all kinds of strange and unusual cases.

But this one in front of me...

Li Changgeng wiped the sweat from his forehead.

He flew from Longcheng to Beijing and waited in the conference room for three hours; his throat was practically parched.

"Director Zhou, it's not that he's staying there, it's that..."

"It is I."

A voice suddenly rang in everyone's minds.

Ancient, majestic, and domineering.

The meeting room erupted in chaos.

A dozen people stood up in unison. Some instinctively reached for their sidearms, some overturned their chairs, and a young agent, pale-faced, swayed and nearly fainted.

"Sit down, everyone!"

Liu Mingyuan slammed his hand on the table.

His hands were shaking, but his voice was still relatively steady.

The group slowly sat back down, their eyes fixed on the necklace.

"you……"

Liu Mingyuan stared at the necklace, his throat tightening. "Are you really a dragon?"

"nonsense."

Li Chen's voice came through.

"I am the true dragon, the guardian deity of China."

"More than two thousand years ago, I made a pact with Qin Shi Huang, in which he would use the dragon's energy to help me heal my wounds, and I would protect China for ten thousand generations."

"It's all written on these bamboo slips, can't you read?"

The meeting room was completely silent.

The dignified director of the National Security Bureau was rendered speechless by a single, sharp rebuttal.

Liu Mingyuan took a deep breath.

Having been in politics for so many years, what kind of situation hasn't he seen?

Even a dragon must follow the rules.

"Then how will you prove it?"

Liu Mingyuan's tone was direct: "Why should we believe you're a real dragon based on just one voice?"

"What if you're some kind of high-tech marvel?"

"or……"

He narrowed his eyes. "A spy device set up by foreign powers?"

These words immediately made everyone present tense.

Yup!

What if this really is some kind of high-tech work by foreign spies?

Using methods like brainwaves or ultrasound to create hallucinations and make them believe there are dragons?

Li Chen remained silent for a few seconds.

He had been lying in the necklace for a hundred years and had witnessed countless human tricks.

He's all too familiar with these tactics: suspicion, probing, and entrapment.

However, what the old man said makes sense.

If it were him, and someone suddenly appeared claiming to be a deity, he wouldn't believe it either.

"prove?"

Li Chen's voice was calm, "I'll prove to you that it's very simple."

"but……"

He then changed the subject, saying, "My dragon soul is currently weak, and it takes a lot of effort for me to make a move."

"You need to think carefully about whether it's worth me wasting my energy."

Liu Mingyuan squinted.

That was a perfectly watertight statement.

He neither refused nor agreed, leaving himself an escape route.

He's either a real dragon or a master swindler.

Just as he was about to ask another question, Zhang Weiguo, who was standing next to him, suddenly stood up.

"Director Liu."

Zhang Weiguo took out a document, which read, "About fifty miles east of Fishing Island, Japan is conducting military exercises there."

"Three destroyers, two frigates, and one helicopter carrier."

"This is the third time this month."

The atmosphere in the meeting room instantly became tense.

The Diaoyu Islands issue has always been a thorn in China's side.

Japan, relying on the backing of the United States, pulls this stunt every now and then, clearly a provocation.

Liu Mingyuan's face darkened.

"What did the Ministry of Foreign Affairs say?"

"As usual."

Zhang Weiguo shook his head. "We strongly protest and condemn this."

"and then?"

"That's all."

Liu Mingyuan slammed his fist on the table.

What's the point of protesting!

They will continue to conduct their exercises and provoke others as usual.

Li Chen heard it clearly from inside the necklace.

Fuso Country?

He remembered the name.

Two thousand years ago, it was called Wa (倭国), a group of pirate-like creatures that would raid the coast of China every now and then.

Later, he burned several ships, and the group behaved themselves for a while.

I didn't expect them to start acting up again.

"Let me do it."

Li Chen suddenly spoke.

Everyone in the conference room was stunned.

"What did you say?"

Liu Mingyuan frowned.

"Leave this matter to me."

Li Chen's voice was calm, "Perfect timing, I also want to stretch my muscles."

Liu Mingyuan stared at Xiang Lian, his eyes darting around.

He was weighing his options.

If this really is a dragon, then sending it out to deal with the provocations from the Fusang Kingdom would be perfect.

But what if it's fake?

What if it's some kind of high-tech trap set by foreign spies? Wouldn't sending him out be playing right into their hands?

"Director Zhou."

A middle-aged man wearing glasses next to them spoke up, "I think we should give it a try."

"Anyway, Japan isn't exactly a good country either. Even if something goes wrong, we can just deny it."

"They say it was a tornado at sea, a natural disaster, so no one can blame us."

Liu Mingyuan remained silent for a few seconds.

How confident are you?

He looked at the necklace.

"When I take action, I never claim to be certain of success."

Li Chen's voice carried an air of arrogance, "Because when I take action, it's always a perfect 100% success."

......

After a short while, Zhang Weiguo spoke again.

He walked quickly to Liu Mingyuan's side, placed his laptop on the table, and positioned the screen directly facing Director Liu.

"Director Liu, take a look at this."

Zhang Weiguo's voice was very low as he tapped the red alert flashing on the screen.

"A tsunami suddenly struck the waters east of Diaoyu Island."

"The weather bureau didn't predict this at all; the satellite cloud image was calm just five minutes ago."

Liu Mingyuan leaned closer to the screen.

The image shown above is a real-time satellite monitoring image. The once calm sea is now churning with huge waves, the crests of which are frighteningly high.

"Where is the fleet from Fusang?"

Liu Mingyuan asked.

"completely annihilated."

Zhang Weiguo pulled up another monitoring window: "Three destroyers, two frigates, and that helicopter carrier—they've all sunk."

"Only two submarines escaped the disaster because they were underwater."

People in the conference room stood up and gathered around the computer.

On the screen, those warships that were just moments ago so arrogant on the sea are now being smashed to pieces by the giant waves, like toys.

The steel hull tumbled in the seawater, emitting a piercing metallic twisting sound.

"The tsunami came too suddenly."

Zhang Weiguo pulled up the timeline: "From the sea surface anomaly to the fleet's annihilation, it took less than three minutes in total."

"The rescue team from Japan didn't even have time to react before the person was gone."

Liu Mingyuan turned his head to look at the dragon-shaped necklace on the table.

The necklace lay there quietly, its bronze surface reflecting the blue light of the tsunami on the screen.

"Did you do this?"

Liu Mingyuan's voice was very soft.

"I have said it before, when I take action, it is always complete."