Durin's Diary

Chapter 901: Throwing the Golden Hammer

Watching the guy who called himself a nobody step onto the dueling arena, Dulin turned to look at Lan En and Xiang Shu beside him: "There's something wrong with this place. How come there's a dueling arena even in a place where we eat?"

“It’s precisely because it’s a place for eating that people with grudges are more likely to run into each other,” the two girls replied in unison.

“But I don’t feel like I have any grudge against him.” Dulin pointed to the young man in the arena, who seemed eager to try.

Xiang Shu smiled upon hearing this, remaining silent. However, her silence struck Du Lin as far as deafening, so he looked at Lan En.

“His surname is Mo, and mine is Zhao.” Lan En looked at Du Lin: “My departure from the Western Continent is partly due to my family, and partly due to him.”

"Don't you like him?" Dulin was still a little curious.

"Would you like a lunatic who plays the worst guitar in all of Beijing downstairs, sings extremely off-key songs, and tells everyone he loves me? He even plays on the street downstairs from my little building, rain or shine!" Lan En asked Du Lin rhetorically.

Seeing his little female dragon with tears in her eyes because she was so embarrassed about being a dragon, Dulin thought about it and felt that the scene was really too cringeworthy.

If it were Dulin, he would have gone downstairs and physically wiped this piece of trash off the face of the earth with a single punch.

"Tell me how badly you want to beat him." With that thought, Dulin decided to avenge his little dragon.

Lan En smiled and pointed to herself: "Just declare your ownership of me to this land."

"Alright." Dulin said, then stepped onto the dueling arena.

Since his daughter had said so, Du Lin was no longer going to hold back. Since he was a member of the Mo family, Du Lin would have to get some interest back for his grandmother.

The referee from Xiangjianhuan was used to his guests ending up here while eating. He had two tall-hoofed waiters bring out a long weapon rack: "Our restaurant offers four main categories of weapons: swords, knives, clubs, and halberds. If you need anything else, I can help you find it."

"No need! We brought our own weapons!" With that, the young man from the Mo family pulled out a machete: "I'm going to chop you to pieces!"

Dulin looked at the referee: "Any weapon will do?"

The referee nodded: "Anything is fine, sir! The cannon in your hand won't do! Only melee weapons are acceptable!"

Hearing the referee say that, Dulin clicked his tongue and stuffed the bronze cannon he had stolen from the giant back into his spatial storage. He should have shortened the fuse and fired it as soon as he took it out. A cannon full of shrapnel would have definitely made this snake-like demon on the other side unable to take care of himself.

Forget it.

Dulin still pulled out his trump card.

After examining Dulin's mace and confirming that it was not a gun, the referee then checked the opponent's weapon.

After confirming there were no problems, he left the dueling area and then raised the small flag in his hand: "Do you need me to wave the flag?"

“No need,” the young man from the Mo family said.

In an instant, Dulin appeared in front of him, swung his mace, and with a sonic boom, knocked the young man to the ground.

The white shockwave from Dulin's outstretched hand shattered a distant wall in the next second, attracting the curiosity and covetousness of those outside.

Then Dulin looked at the referee: "Is it over?" Dulin had really gone all out just now—if Dulin hadn't sensed the damage reduction formation in the arena, he would have held back. But since you already have a damage reduction formation to save your life, it would be disrespectful to such an idiot to hold back.

“It’s over, sir.” The referee finished speaking, glancing at the young man on the ground: “He has lost consciousness, Mr. Dulin, you win.”

No sooner had he finished speaking than a healing master rushed onto the stage to save the man. But looking at the huge hematoma on the man's head, Dulin put away his long mace.

After the match, Dulin came to Lan'en's side, and his little dragon wife nodded with satisfaction: "That's more like my husband. Well done."

"Let's go back and eat now."

After Dulin finished speaking, he glanced at the young men who had come with the young man. They seemed quite honest—clearly, this was also due to Dulin's attack.

………………

The empire's prime minister only heard about his grandson being beaten late at night.

When the young man was sent home by the First Army Hospital in Beijing after receiving treatment, the hematoma on his head had basically disappeared—thanks to the Army Hospital's confidence in having seen all kinds of external injuries, my grandson's injury was under the best control.

Hearing that it was a silver-haired dragon who struck him with a mace, the son, who had originally vowed revenge, fell silent.

His wife was still crying, but when she heard that the words "Candle Dragon," "Silver Hair," and "Mace" were combined in a way, she didn't try to sabotage her husband.

"Since your grandson is alright, I'll be leaving now." Since the dean was leaving, the head of the Mo family naturally had to see him off.

At the door, he offered a cigarette to his old friend, who took it and said, "I asked my child about it. He said he ran into you at Xiangjianhuan. Your grandson was furious and wanted to enter the duel arena. It was supposed to be a real sword fight, but the waiter at Xiangjianhuan probably knew something and didn't turn off the formation, which saved your grandson's life."

"I thought they wouldn't run into each other. It must be my fault. I should have just sent him to the training camp to be his instructor." Old Man Mo sighed as he lit cigarettes for himself and his old friend with a lighter.

“Old Mo, to be honest, your grandson has really gone too far. I heard before that he sang love songs under some girl’s building, and he could sing seven and a half out of eight beats in a single note. His guitar playing was even more outrageous; he was completely off-key. I didn’t believe it before, but now I realize that the rumors are actually true.” The dean sighed helplessly as he smoked a cigarette. “No wonder that young lady had to go to the Western Continent through Master Mo’s connections. Anyone would find it unbearable.”

“My family is like this, we all have this problem, you know that.” Mentioning this, Old Man Mo was a little embarrassed, and he took a couple of puffs of his cigarette.

"Alright, I have to go back. There have been injuries everywhere lately. I heard the other day that the Puppet Bone group went completely mad. I wonder what they're up to now." With that, the dean got into the ambulance.

His old friend watched the ambulance carrying him drive away before turning back into the yard.

The old steward approached, and his master looked at him: "Tomorrow, please send a visiting card to the Candle Dragon Pavilion, saying that I would like to see Dulin tonight."

“Yes, sir.” The old butler nodded, picked up his notebook, and began to take notes: “Is there anything else we need to add?”

"Hmm... let's add another can of tea. At least we can't let the people at Zhulong Pavilion think I'm here to confront them."

After saying this, the empire's prime minister shook his head.

I heard that Du Lin is a singer in Xilu and a master in the music industry.

It's incredible.

(End of this chapter)