Douluo: I founded the mecha tribe and I am the king of mecha battles!

Chapter 310 Yuan Entian's Request

"Get up."

The two simple words are more chilling than the wind on the icy plains.

Yuan Enzhen slowly straightened up, his gaze lowered, not daring to meet Chen Zhou's eyes. "I have come here today to apologize to you, sir, for the matter concerning my son."

The middle-aged man, Yuan Entian, suddenly knelt down, his forehead slamming heavily onto the floor.

"Tian Dang begs Your Honor to spare my daughter!"

Before the dull thud of his forehead hitting the carpet had faded, Chen Zhou's tapping rhythm suddenly stopped.

"Your daughter?"

The alchemist suddenly leaned forward, and spiderweb-like alchemical patterns instantly appeared on his desk. The shimmering lines sliced ​​the shadows of Yuanen and his son into fragments, just like their shattered fate. He stared at the faintly visible demonic emblem on the back of Yuanen Tiandang's neck—a mark of dimensional erosion.

"Yuan En Ye Hui?"

Chen Zhou said softly, "That half-demon girl should be in the East Sea City prison right now."

"Actually, I'm very curious why you let her stay at Shrek Academy."

"Aren't you afraid I'll lay a hand on her? Or do you think that with you around, I'll hesitate to act rashly?"

Yuan Enzhen immediately bowed his head and respectfully replied, "Your Excellency is wise. It's not that we intentionally let it go, but that child Ye Hui is stubborn. She believes Shrek Academy can protect her, so she insists on staying there."

The old man's voice became a little hoarse: "Moreover, Shrek once offered to let the gods help her suppress the demonic bloodline within her."

Chen Zhou suddenly interrupted him with a cold laugh: "So you naively believe that those hypocrites can keep their promises?"

If Yun Ming possessed divine power, Chen Zhou wouldn't find it strange.

But Tang Hao possesses divine power; would he be willing to use his already injured and weakened divine power to help you suppress it?

The air in the office seemed to have solidified into a gel. The sunlight outside the window, refracted through the alchemical patterns, cut the wrinkles on Yuan Enzhentian's face into grooves of varying depths.

The old man's calloused knuckles unconsciously rubbed the dark pattern on his cuff—the Titan totem that the Yuanen family had passed down for thousands of years.

Just as Chen Zhou's cold laugh exploded in the room, a wisp of cloud swept across the sundial outside the window. The sunlight was diluted into a pale gray, suddenly revealing a blood-red hue to the alchemical array patterns. Those originally elegant geometric lines now contracted like a spiderweb, digging more than half an inch into the sandalwood tabletop.

Yuan Enzhen's Titan Giant Ape Martial Soul bulged uncontrollably under his skin.

The old man, who had once torn apart a titled Douluo with a single hand, now had knees creaking under the strain. His son was in even worse shape, barely able to stay upright by supporting himself on his hands, while the glasses on the coffee table shattered one after another into dust.

"So what brings you here?"

"Give your daughter back to you? And let her live a peaceful life until she becomes a Title Douluo and opens the Demon Dimension?"

Chen Zhou's previously indifferent black eyes now seemed to burn with flames, the crimson-gold halo deep within them scorching like a furnace. A wisp of blue smoke suddenly rose from Yuan Enzhentian's sleeve—a natural reaction of the Titan totem under the intense heat. "No, no, no!"

The old man frantically patted his sleeves, and beads of blood seeped from the scorched areas of the dark pattern. His aged face was contorted with fear. "We just hoped... we hoped the magistrate would give her a chance to reform."

Chen Zhou suddenly raised his hand, and the alchemical array patterns instantly contracted into countless golden threads that wrapped around Yuan Entian's body. This tough father was strangled until his veins bulged, but he gritted his teeth and didn't utter a single groan.

The golden threads moved like living things, eventually converging on the demon emblem on the back of his neck, emitting a sizzling sound like a branding iron searing flesh.

"Rehabilitation?"

Chen Zhou chuckled softly, "I'm not cruel enough to brand a little girl, whose life's purpose is to open a passage to the demon plane, with guilt."

"But similarly, since her existence is a mistake, and you could even say that you have a precedent to follow, yet you still allow her to exist, it's hard for me to understand what you're expecting."

Chen Zhou's fingers tapped lightly on the handrail as he turned his gaze to the window. The Donghai City SkyTrain passed right through the gap between the buildings, the reflected light casting shifting shadows on his profile. The fragmented light spots fell on the desk, coinciding perfectly with the traces of the alchemical array, forming some kind of ancient sealing pattern.

"Owner."

Brigitte's voice was as soft as a feather. She had already finished organizing the documents and was now holding a jade glass cup, the amber tea inside steaming with a mist carrying the scent of the Starry Sky Forest. When she placed the teacup beside Chen Zhou, her fingertips trembled slightly—the alchemical runes that lingered on Yuan En and his son reminded her of some unpleasant memories.

Gu Yuena, who had been standing by the door, had returned sometime earlier. The crescent-shaped hair ornament in her silver hair gleamed coldly. She leaned against the door frame, toying with a purple crystal chess piece in her hand, but her gaze lingered for a long time on the brand on the back of Yuan Entian's neck.

“I can give her two choices.”

Chen Zhou finally spoke, and his voice caused the temperature in the room to plummet. A layer of frost suddenly condensed on the windowpane, and the patterns of those ice crystals were exactly the same as the jade light spots that Brigitte had dropped on the ground earlier.

"First, remain in the lab. Serve as a living sample of the demon bloodline to assist my research."

He took a sip of the tea Brigitte offered, and the tea vaporized into indigo smoke the moment it touched his lips. "Of course, you should understand what this means—survival, but not necessarily surviving as a 'human being'."

A sound like a trapped beast escaped Yuan Enzhen's throat. Suddenly, the phantom of a Titan Ape appeared on the old man's body, but the moment that martial spirit, powerful enough to shake mountains, appeared, it was shredded into dust by the ubiquitous alchemical patterns in the room. Those golden threads, like the teeth of piranhas, frantically devoured the dissipating soul power.

"What about the second one?"

Yuan Entian suddenly looked up. A spark of hope ignited in the eyes of this father, whose flesh was mangled and bloodied by the gold thread.

Chen Zhou glanced at him and suddenly snapped his fingers. The office wall rippled like water, revealing a semi-transparent screen of light. The screen showed a pure white cell, where a black-haired girl was huddled in a corner. Her long, winding demon horns were locked in special shackles, and her pale skin was covered with sealing runes.

"Night Glow!" Yuan Entian tried to lunge at the light barrier, but was pulled back to the ground by the alchemical runes, his knees slamming into the ground and cracking in a spiderweb pattern.

"second,"

Chen Zhou's fingertips traced the rim of the teacup, and suddenly the image of a imprisoned girl appeared on the jade cup. "I can strip her of her demonic bloodline. The process will be very painful, but the success rate is..."

He glanced at Brigitte, who silently held up three fingers. "Thirty percent. The consequence of failure is becoming an idiot, or brain death."

(End of this chapter)