Lu Mingfei, who had read Dragon Clan before slaying the dragon

The man walked straight in the morning as soon as the brewery opened, ordered ten one-liter bottles of yellow beer and ten 200ml bottles of wheat beer, and kept drinking them, a full three hours. The most puzzling thing was that he was wearing a well-tailored gray suit, but he had a bucket upside down on his head. He looked like a KFC promoter who had just lost his job... or maybe he had just lost his girlfriend while eating at KFC.

"Hi! Dear girls! Do you have any spicy snacks here?" Mr. Family Bucket waved like an idiot, and it seemed that life had dealt him a heavy blow.

"Can you please tone down your idiotic temperament? You're afraid that others don't know what an idiot you are. I'm almost suffocated sitting across from you." Opposite Mr. KFC, a hunchbacked old man was curled up in a chair.

A top-grade dragon bone cane was leaning against the corner of the table. At the top of the cane was a drooping, ferocious dragon head. It was made from the skeleton of a real third-generation species. The person holding it seemed as if he could truly hold power and authority.

"Don't be so irritable, Han Gao. I know you're upset, which is why I asked you to meet here. There's a strong aroma of wine here, and young girls in long skirts. You should relax a little at the table." Mr. Kentucky pushed a glass of wheat beer with a layer of fine white foam towards the old man. "Try it? It's a specialty here."

Han Gao grabbed the wine glass, took a sip, and then drank it all in one gulp.

"When I was young, I always dreamed of becoming a respected leader. Now that I'm old and my wish has been fulfilled, I realize how tiring the burden of family can be." Han Gao gently tapped his sluggish shoulders and back. "Those ambitious young people in the family have been too noisy lately. They feel they were humiliated by Ange and Lu Mingfei last time. Especially the kid from the Gonzalez family. He always thought he was the most special one, until he met Lu Mingfei, and it seems like he was hit hard."

"It's normal for young people to be a little rebellious and immature. I was like that when I was young." Mr. KFC stuffed a large piece of French toast into his mouth under the family bucket.

"Rebellion is a small matter, but it also depends on whether one has the capital to rebel. That kid doesn't have the qualifications to go against the secret party. First, he was obsessed with the girl named Zero and kept saying that he must get her, then he held a grudge against Lu Mingfei, and recently he provoked Gattuso. This has gone beyond the scope of rebellion and being a middle school student... I suspect that he has some intellectual defects or something." Han Gao said with a disappointed tone.

"Hahaha, I remember that guy with the flamingo hairstyle, right, 'What's the Flame of the Gonzalez Family'? Did he even provoke Caesar? You really have a lot of idiots around you!" Mr. KFC laughed.

"Do you think you're so much better than him?" Han Gao glanced at him. "You wear this utterly stupid family bucket every time we meet. Do you really think you're Mr. KFC? Do you want to ask KFC headquarters for an endorsement fee?"

"Have you heard of the '500' rule, Han Gao?" Mr. Kentucky said, "It means that if two idiots are not far apart, the magnetic field of the idiots will definitely stick them together, making 500. This is why you always encounter idiots. Don't take your anger out on me!"

"Then how do you explain this dragon-slaying plan?" Han Gao's tone was gloomy. "Thousands of hybrids gathered to help you conceal your tracks. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to reap the benefits. It's like a dragon bone cross falling from the sky and smashing into your head! Any normal person would reach out and catch it. How could you let it go?"

"Believe me, Henkel, this time it was really bad timing," said Mr. Kentucky. "By the time I finally found the entrance to the Nibelungen, they had already started fighting and all trains were suspended. I had no choice but to run. The subway tunnels were so dark late at night! By the time I reached the end, it was already over. I was dumbfounded. What a fucked-up ending!"

"You said Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang worked together to kill the King of Earth and Mountain? Are you sure this information is correct?" Han Gao's weathered eyes suddenly stared straight at the two holes in the family bucket across from him, as if shooting out two beams of light. "You have to understand that information related to the Dragon King is a matter of great importance. I hope you won't joke about such things."

"It's absolutely true!" Mr. Kentucky patted his chest, making a dull sound. "I guarantee it on my character!"

"Where is the Dragon Bone Cross? Where did it go in the end?" Han Gao asked.

"I don't know." Mr. Kentucky shook his head. "I really don't know. When I went there, no one was there. I searched everywhere, and it was completely empty. The dragon bones had been taken away, and the skeleton without the cross had turned to dust, just like those sickle-weasels."

"I hope you didn't lie to me. After all, I've entrusted the future of the mixed-blood race to you. Don't let me down." Han Gao said in a deep voice.

"Of course, of course." Mr. KFC raised his glass, and the two smiled at each other, and the glass glasses clinked together with a loud crisp sound.

What Han Gao didn't see was that when talking about Lu Mingfei, the face hidden under the family bucket suddenly raised the corner of his mouth in a very intriguing arc.

……

Italy, Rome, Gattuso family.

"Did Caesar accept the Philosopher's Stone?" Frost Gattuso asked in a low voice while sitting in a chair.

"He refused." Percy took out a stone slab, a dark red light flowing quietly on it. "'I don't need this thing. It will never be useful to me. I'm giving it to you. You don't have to return it to the family.' Those were his exact words."

"Alas, I hope my stubborn nephew will learn how much our family loves him!" Frost glanced at the Philosopher's Stone in Percy's hand. "Since Caesar has said so, I'll keep it with you for now. As long as you're nearby when it's needed, the outcome won't be much of a difference."

"Okay." Percy nodded and put the dark red Philosopher's Stone into his inner pocket. He then took out a white-covered document. "Just sent from Kassel College. Expedited. Awaiting your approval."

Frost saw the black words on the white cover and the red stamp of "Express Delivery." His expression froze, and he casually pushed the mountain of documents piled on the desk in front of him to the corner. Among them were oil exploration projects worth over ten billion dollars, bids for the acquisition of an international bank, and even a letter for a meeting with a prime minister... but none of this mattered to him at the moment. He placed the document Percy had handed him in the center of the desk, scanning the titles printed side by side in English, Chinese, and Latin.

The document was sent from Chicago to Rome by express mail early in the morning. The title on the white cover was lengthy: "Marriage Application and Approval of "A"-level Student Caesar Gattuso (Student Number AI112933) and "A"-level Student Chen Motong (Student Number a09003)."

Frost skimmed over Caesar's lengthy application, which resembled a confession of true love, and flipped directly to the last page. Two eye-catching red stamps were printed in the same box. Both the college secretary, Norma, and the president, Hilbert-Jean-Angers, had already approved the application, with identical opinions, both in the approval column.

The top management of Kassel College agreed to Caesar and Chen Motong's marriage application. In other words, if the two are willing, they can decide whether to get married at any time even though they are still in the stage of studying before graduation.

"The family can give their opinion and reject this application, or even the decision of Norma and the principal. As Caesar's guardians, we have full decision-making power, and several school directors will stand on our side." Percy stood in front of the table, bowed slightly, and reminded in a low voice.

"Caesar has always been a child with a strong opinion. He has his own ideas about everything in the world. But if he thinks that after he first disobeyed the family, the family should always comply with his wishes, he is gravely mistaken," Frost said seriously. "Let's do as you say. It's time for the family to appropriately express our dissatisfaction. What he needs to know is that the family can agree to his marriage and give him unlimited love, as long as he stands on the side of the heir and fully considers the family."

Frost picked up the seal from the drawer that symbolized the head of the Gattuso family and stamped it heavily on the column that symbolized negative opinion.

"I understand. All feelings in the world need to be two-way. No one party can output unlimited love in a one-way direction." Percy nodded slightly, sealed the documents approved by Frost into the bag, and put it away carefully.

"That's true, but it doesn't matter. Caesar just hasn't grown up yet. The family will give him enough time to grow. When the eaglet has grown its wings, there will always be a day when it will fly back to the nest... I believe that day will not be too far away. The wave of changing times has already arrived. Caesar himself doesn't realize that he will be standing on the crest of the wave... the pioneer!" Frost whispered.

"This is just a small lesson for my dear nephew, to let him know that he is not yet an emperor who can hold the whole world in his hands... But the family can start making preparations. After all, their marriage is only a matter of time."

"Will they finally obey Caesar's will? Isn't this spoiling Caesar too much?" Percy exclaimed in shock. "After all, there's never been a precedent like this in Gattuso's history. Letting the heir choose his own bride, and the family even has to prepare for him... Are they going to make such an exception for Caesar?"

"No, we indulge him unconditionally, but the family never makes exceptions when it comes to heirs and brides! It was like this before, and it will be like this in the future. Caesar's father was like this, and he will be like this too!" Frost said coldly.

"What about Chen Motong..." Percy was puzzled.

"Caesar thought he had his life in his hands, but he's always been following the path his family paved for him. This applies to his studies, his connections, and even his love life." Frost smiled triumphantly. "From the very beginning, the bride his family prepared for him... was Chen Motong!"

……

Chu Zihang had a long, long nightmare, one that had plagued him for the past five years. He had escaped alone on that rainy night, lost the man, and then, in the Nibelungen subway, stabbed Long in the heart with a folding knife, and lost the girl.

"Xia Mi...Xia Mi!"

Chu Zihang woke up suddenly, his eyelids opened like springs, the sudden halo was too dazzling, his eyes were white, and he couldn't tell where he was, the hospital... or heaven.

His sense of smell recovered before his vision, and he smelled the pungent smell of medicine. He sniffed hard, as if looking for a familiar smell. In his memory, it was the fragrance of soil after a rain, like the warm and moist breath of an angel.

He didn't smell it, but he couldn't help but cling to a hope... until his vision returned, and all he saw were medical staff and complex medical equipment running around. He slumped helplessly onto the plain white sheets, staring at the white ceiling. His golden eyes, which never extinguished, had lit up again, but now they were confused and empty.

He had lost something important again, along with his soul.

"You're awake, senior brother." A familiar voice sounded at the door of the ward, and Chu Zihang suddenly turned his head to look.

The girl stood at the door holding a bowl of steaming white fungus and lotus seed soup. The warm light coming in through the window made her look like an angel.

"I'm here." She smiled lightly, and her warm smile flowed into people's hearts along with the sunshine, as if it could fill the empty body and make flowers bloom in the heart.

Chapter 171 Chu Ma and Xia Mi

Kassel Academy, Watt-Alheim.

This is the equipment department's base located 120 meters underground. "Water Alheim" in Norse mythology is translated as "the country of the dwarves". It is inhabited by dwarf craftsmen with superb craftsmanship, and the weapons of the gods are made by them.

The elites of the equipment department believed that they would never lose to the dwarfs in mythology in terms of manufacturing and craftsmanship, so they chose this name, which was powerful and domineering.

The full name of the "Equipment Department" is the "Institute of Alchemy and Scientific Engineering Applications." The people here are extremely focused on their own safety. They've built their insulation so thick that even tactical nuclear bombs can't penetrate it. The air flowing through them must be purged, ionized, purified, and humidified before they can breathe it into their lungs. Even if the world were to be flooded, the base would remain as safe and sound as Noah's Ark in the Bible. They would be preserved as humanity's last remaining flame... The only threat to their lives would be the bombs they themselves... created.

This is a group of absolute bomb maniacs. Ninety-nine percent of the items they create will explode. Among them, the worst masterpieces probably include contact lenses, combat underwear and hemorrhoid ointment provided to the executive department.

The only thing that doesn't explode is probably junk food. They consider hamburgers, cola, and buckets of soda to be the most sacred and least processed things in the world. Healthy, delicious, and convenient, they're simply the perfect creations made by the gods for fools!

Angers once asked the guys in the Equipment Department this question: What will happen if you use the latest bomb you developed to blow up your experimental base?

These guys glared at each other, bickering furiously until they split into two factions. One was frantically reinforcing the isolation layer, while the other was frantically developing powerful concentrated bombs. They reveled in the sounds of explosions every day, like a bunch of psychos.

Some say that when you enter a world of psychopaths, you feel like you're the one with the psychopath. Ange felt quite that way right now. He was wearing a sharp black suit, polished shoes, and even sprayed himself with cologne. Shouldn't these be the norm for a meeting?

But what about all those guys wearing oxygen masks, biochemical goggles, respirators, and even a high-concentration alcohol spray canister? They looked at me warily, as if looking at some prehistoric virus dug out of the ice, afraid of being infected by me but reluctant to kill me.

"Gentlemen..."

As soon as Ange opened his mouth, high-concentration alcohol spurted out from dozens of watering cans simultaneously. The air was filled with a thick fog of small droplets of alcohol, and even Ange, who could hold his liquor well, was almost suffocated.

"Let me say this first..."

"Zizzi," another spray of alcohol attacked. Angé felt as if a glass of 96-degree eau-de-vie had been poured into his lungs. His esophagus was on fire, and he couldn't help coughing.

"Cough cough..."

“Sizzle”…

"Fuck you! Don't let me hear the sound of liquid being squeezed out of the nozzle again! Otherwise, you psychopaths in the late stage of paranoia will never get even a penny of research funding from me!" Even an elegant old Cambridge gentleman like Ange couldn't help but slam the table and spit out dirty words.

You could hear a pin drop in the conference room. The guys wearing chemical protective suits and holding spray nozzles, looking like they were going to fertilize the pathogens, looked at Ange one by one and finally quieted down.

"My dear Director Akdullah Ahmed Mohammed Farooq, please explain to me why you sent me thirteen consecutive emails, each beginning with 'Death is approaching you...'?" Ange stared at the Arab to his left. "Don't tell me it's because you've been cramming 'Final Destination' lately. I turned down an invitation to Paris Fashion Week to come here!"

The conference room became even quieter. The psychopaths put down the sprays in their hands, looked at each other, and exchanged glances that indicated "something big is about to happen."

"Stop scaring me, okay?" Ange sighed. "First you bombarded my inbox with threatening emails, then forced high-concentration alcohol into my lungs, and now you're playing silent treatment with me? What justifies treating a man over 130 years old like this?"

"But the one approaching us... can indeed be called the Grim Reaper." Deputy Director Carl put an audio clip into the loudspeaker system.

The conference room was very quiet. The Watt Ahlheim speakers had 3D surround sound effects. The clear sound of the sea breeze swept into everyone's ears, creating a strong sense of immersion. When you closed your eyes, it felt like you were really standing on an isolated island in the middle of the ocean, with waves coming from all directions.

"Remember the shipwreck you asked us to search for? It's in the Japan Trench," Deputy Director Carl said solemnly. "This is the audio Professor Mans brought back when he used the modified sonar from the Moniach to scan the target seabed, trying to find the accident shipwreck. He didn't hear it at the time..."

"Shh." Ange put his index finger between his lips, making a gesture of silence.

He was attracted by some sound. There was a very rhythmic beat mixed in the chaotic sea breeze, dong dong, dong dong, dong dong... The sound was so deep and majestic, with some kind of dangerous magic, as if on the ancient altar, the priests sang victory songs, and the strong soldiers beat the war drums along with the singing. The majestic sound of the war drums seemed to be able to penetrate the eardrums and hit people's hearts directly.

"It's the sound of a beating heart." Angé broke free from Shen Xiong's voice.

He holds a medical degree and is familiar with the heartbeats of most living things, but he's never heard one so strong and steady. He'd just silently counted down the seconds, and every heartbeat over the PA system had a perfectly consistent rhythm, with the same decibel level, as if a single clip had been copied and pasted. Even a human heartbeat in deep sleep couldn't possibly produce such a steady beat!

"We've compared it repeatedly at the institute, and the heartbeat characteristics show it's not a whale or whale shark, but a distinctly reptile hiding deep in the Japan Trench. Generally, the heartbeat strength of an organism is positively correlated with its body size, but the Japan Trench is eight thousand meters deep. The sound of a heartbeat penetrating eight thousand meters of water... We're trying to reconstruct its body model..." Deputy Director Carl said in a horrified tone, "This creature's heart alone is the size of an adult rhino!"

"So, forget about it. This is a dragon with a beating heart, living deep in the Japan Trench!" Ange said coldly, slamming his folding knife into the tabletop, as if stabbing it into the dragon's heart. "Can you confirm the level of this thing?"

"With such a powerful heartbeat and the ability to survive in trenches below 8,000 meters, the expected target is the next generation of species... or even higher!" Deputy Director Carl whispered.

"So, the probability of this thing being a Dragon King is very high?" Ange frowned. "Our target is clearly a shipwreck, but we happened to find a suspected Dragon King? Isn't this a bit too much of a coincidence?"

"This thing is still an embryo, Principal," said Deputy Director Carl. "We have a bold and reasonable guess: it was hidden on that ship from the beginning, and someone was transporting it with a purpose... shipping an ancient dragon across the ocean!"

"We're not sure if the person transporting the ancient dragon embryo knows its origins. We have to prepare for the worst, but that's not our top priority right now," Ange said. "How long is its gestation period?"

"A conservative estimate is at least a year. If we're not conservative... it could be three to five years. It all depends on when it's willing to give birth."

"What a willful creature... Reminds me of Nezha, the demon boy from ancient Chinese mythology." Ange made a joke before quickly returning to seriousness. "So this thing has no resistance for at least a year?"

"Yes, it's a blessing in disguise that we discovered this thing in advance, otherwise we would probably have to face an enemy at the level of an ancient dragon." Deputy Director Carl nodded.

"It's like you just go to the hospital for a wrinkle check, but you are diagnosed with senile solar keratosis. If you continue to delay, it may develop into skin cancer." A core researcher who dropped out of medicine made an analogy.

"You don't have to curse me like that. Although I'm old, fortunately I've always taken good care of my skin and don't have age spots." Ange sighed. It was really tiring to communicate with this group of lunatics who only knew how to make bombs.

"By the way, does the Japanese branch know about this news? Has the Ganliu Research Institute given any opinions?" Angé looked at Deputy Director Carl.

"Opinions? Principal, you've got one thing wrong." Deputy Director Carl said seriously, "'Opinions' are something experienced people should give to newbies. But we're smart people, and the Rock Flow Research Institute is full of idiots. Smart people don't need the opinions of idiots."

"You sound like you just finished cramming 'Avanti,'" Ange sighed. "Why compare others to donkeys? Isn't it better to be humble?"

"They are just idiots. Comparing them to multicellular organisms like us is already a compliment. Sometimes I even wonder if those stubborn guys' neurons have synapses?" Deputy Director Carl's pride seemed to be engraved in his bones.

"Okay, let's not discuss this issue too much. The most urgent thing now is how to deal with the guy in the Japanese trench. Is it feasible to blow it up with a deep-sea torpedo?" Ange looked at Director Acadula.

"Principal, after fighting against the dragons for so long, do you think this thing is a living organism that can be destroyed by deep-sea torpedoes?" Director Akadula said.

"I'm sorry for being abrupt..." He raised his head.

"But our plan still involves bombs. We've submitted three proposals to the Japanese branch, and they've rejected the first two. Regarding the third, they've stated it's still under consideration," Director Akadullah said seriously. "Plan A: Use a deep-sea version of the B-117 bunker buster to blow up the entire seabed. The probability of Japan sinking is 37%. Plan B: There's an active volcano on the seabed of the Korean Peninsula..."

"Their rejection is correct. Stop talking nonsense and just talk about the third one." Ange took a deep breath and frantically told himself in his heart not to bother with a lunatic, otherwise he would become unhappy.

"In short, one year is a bit tight. We need three brave specialists to dive to the depths of the Japan Trench to locate and observe this embryo. Then, we need to use our newly developed refined sulfur bomb to penetrate the embryo's protective layer, corrupt its cortex, and destroy its core!" Researcher Maltu suddenly stood up. "Even a Dragon King wouldn't be able to withstand the fusion of special sulfur and mercury vapor."

"Just like no one can resist the combination of meat and lettuce in a burger!" The researcher who said that Ange's age spots may develop into skin cancer spoke again.

"We have prepared the submersible, but it must be operated by a specialist with a sufficient bloodline level, because the hatching of the embryo will carry a field magnetic field, and the specialist's brain waves will be affected when he approaches." said Deputy Director Carl.

"Since it might be a Dragon King-level embryo, we must select a specialist above 'A' level. Otherwise, the low-blooded guy might be stimulated and want to take off his clothes and swim naked eight thousand meters under the deep sea, and then be crushed into a bloody mist by the huge pressure!" Director Akadula said solemnly.

"Of course, it's not necessarily that dangerous. He might go crazy and sing Happy Birthday to the embryo," Deputy Director Carl added. "He'll sing for a whole year, until the embryo is born and hatches."

"Okay, I've already chosen the mission specialist, and I'll leave the technical issues to you. Remember to make the submersible more sturdy, and the system should be simple enough that even an idiot can operate it." Ange stood up quickly, not wanting to stay with these lunatics for even a second longer.

As he turned around, the sound of water being sprinkled came from behind him again, and small liquid beads condensed from alcohol were flying like elves in the sky.

……

Boom, boom, boom, boom.

There was a very rhythmic knock on the door, like an extremely steady and dull heartbeat.

"Who?"

The person who opened the door was a beautiful woman of the same age as an aunt, with disheveled hair and a silk nightgown halfway down her shoulders. She had woken up from a hangover and had just "rolled" to the door. She was awakened by the knock and opened the door.

The sunlight seeped through the crack in the door, becoming more and more dazzling. Reflected in the sunlight was an extremely cold face of a cool guy. Seeing the woman's naked appearance, he frowned slightly, as if he wanted to blame something.

"Ahhh!" The woman let out a dolphin-like high-pitched sound. She first rubbed the cool boy's head into her arms, "Why are you back at this time, my dear son? Did the school close down? Or do you want to give your mother a sudden surprise?"

"I emailed you last night. I'm working on a research project and don't need to stay in school for the time being." Cool guy said softly, "Pull your clothes up a little to avoid catching a cold. Besides, we have guests at home."

Lu Mingfei popped his head out from behind Chu Zihang, "Hello, Mother Chu!"

"Ahhh!" Another dolphin sound. "Mingfei is here too. He's grown a lot taller! Have you eaten? Auntie will order takeout for you guys?"

"We've all eaten, Auntie." Lu Mingfei smiled and shook his head, "There are other guests coming this time."

"Ok?"