Life is tough, so Honglong resorts to performing?

Chapter 62 Opening the Box? Like Opening
After leaving the part-time job group, Loren began to leave the Spell Museum.

He wasn't too worried about the other party opening his box, that is, checking his location and identity through the Magic Crystal Network.

Because none of the guys in the group who are experts in Magic Crystal Network technology and who make fake documents and fabricate information for people every day have ever suggested putting information protection on the group chat.

According to them, the protection level of the group chat is sufficient.

This "enough" is obviously a very subtle question, and Loren wasn't quite sure exactly how enough it was.

He knew less about magic crystal network technology than about healing magic.

Twenty years is still too short a time for them, the true dragons.

There is so much to learn, but so little time and money available.

Now, it's only just gotten on the right track.

To say whether there were any flaws in his operation, there were.

The magic museum monitored him throughout, and his appearance and magician credentials were recorded.

If the other party can access the relevant surveillance footage within a certain timeframe, they can find out who I am.

The problem is, if you can get the Old Ones to open a back door for you, then there's no point in me resisting properly.

Of course, the other party has another trick up their sleeve: report to the patrol station and use the official box-opening technique.

But if you do that, what good will it do if the investigation finds out about me?

I possess a noble resistance to law, far surpassing that of dragon scales.

And you, by extensively researching the old versions of Elf-type magic in Greenleaf City, I suspect you're planning to target the honorary councilors of Greenleaf City, the legendary powerhouses of Greenleaf City.

What's wrong with me lying to you out of concern for the city's safety?
Am I not allowed to be a good citizen?

If you dare to report this to the patrol station, I dare to report it to the City Safety Administration.

I am reporting that your company may be engaging in activities that pose a threat to the city's elite.

As for why I didn't report it immediately, it's because my child is still young, and I didn't dare to contact the Urban Security Bureau.

After all, this is a big deal, right?

The child was having an internal struggle when the patrol officers came to the door.

Yes, that's how much we love the little red dragon of Greenleaf City!
Just as Loren was lost in thought, on the other end of the Magic Crystal Network, the person responsible for the transaction with Loren was staring at the red dot after being deleted and blocked, and fell into a deathly silence.

How dare he, that damned elf, those bastards, how dare they!

He quickly opened his private chat with the group admin and sent them the information.

He figured the money was probably gone, but he hoped that the man could punish the ignorant elven mage.

They took the money and then blocked/deleted me?

That's going too far!

After all, this incident occurred in the group chat of that group admin.

Rumor has it that this person's part-time job chat group will severely punish such deception.

After a while, he received a reply from the group admin.

"Oh, he left the group."

"He even said he was going to report you to the city's safety administration."

"It took me a lot of effort to convince him not to go, and that he should just keep the money."

The man was startled by the group admin's reply.

If what they're doing is actually reported to Cheng'an, it will indeed be quite troublesome.

"That would be very kind of you."

The trader quickly apologized to the group admin, as he couldn't afford to offend him.

As one of the mysterious entities in the depths of the Magic Crystal Network, similar to urban legends, it is rumored that this person actually manages all the large part-time and communication groups in the entire southwest metropolitan area, spanning nearly three thousand cities.

No one knows exactly how many group chats he manages, and his true strength remains a mystery. All that is known is that in this era without prophetic magic, his ability to strike and retaliate is unparalleled.

"No trouble at all, just send me a red envelope."

The man's lips twitched. He had just lost a sum of money on magic purchases. Although it was the organization's money, his performance bonus would definitely be deducted proportionally later.

The red envelopes sent to the group owner are probably not reimbursable.

After all, it was his own impatience that caused problems at work, which is why he needed this red envelope to clean up the mess.

He reluctantly opened his account balance and sent a red envelope.

Just then, his boss walked over carrying the Magic Crystal Terminal.

Judging from the sound coming from the speaker, she was probably watching the latest trending videos.

That's good, at least she won't ask me about my work progress.

Just as the man was secretly rejoicing, he saw those long legs stop in front of his workstation.

The man was sweating profusely.

I was about to apologize and admit my mistake before the other party could blame me.

Unexpectedly, the other party asked him a rather strange question first.

"I remember you were a dragon expert, weren't you?"

"The experts were just joking around with my colleagues, Ms. X. I'm just an ordinary fan of the True Dragon race."

The man quickly explained that as long as it wasn't about work, everything was negotiable.

"Then look at this dragon, how old should it be?"

The other party placed a video of a red dragon flying in front of the man, and based on the wingspan and body length, as well as the surrounding reference points, he quickly finished the calculation.

Considering that his boss specifically asked him to calculate it, he even underestimated the age a little.

"He should be at least fifty years old, or around seventy if the magic crystals can be supplied."

The man was full of confidence.

“He is twenty years old this year, and his registered size was not that big before he moved into the Green Leaf Rare Animal Park.”

"Twenty? Even if he ate magic crystals every day, he wouldn't grow that fast. Could it be that he obtained an ancient relic with divine remnants and completed the creation of the prototype of the magic energy heart?"

"This is incredibly lucky!"

"No, it might be even better than that."

Miss X's expression was complicated; she couldn't help but think of something.

For so many years, so many mages, frost giants, and ancient dragons have tried to emulate the authority of the Frostfire Lord—the authority to absorb frost and convert it into heat for themselves and the environment—all to no avail…

As a result, this little red dragon, relying on this skull shell with the lowest residual value rating, has grasped or pried open that ancient power.

Otherwise, how could his size have increased so dramatically?
He's not even a legend, or even a near-legend, let alone a demigod!

If they can comprehend that ancient authority with such a piece of junk, then what about the great price they paid to break into the Federal Research Institute and steal the flesh and blood of the Frostfire King?
What do their years of dedication and research amount to?
So what if they have money and time?!
"Besides ambushing that old codger, communicating with this kid is equally important on this trip to Greenleaf City."

"Our approach should be gentle, preferably by throwing money around. On the first contact, we shouldn't be too eager to reveal our purpose, as the five evil dragons are most easily swayed by wealth."

The woman spoke with a solemn expression.

"By the way, how's the magic you were asked to collect coming along? How many spells are at level seven or higher?"

"Oh, that's still in progress."

The man quickly gave a perfunctory reply.

Fortunately, his superior's attention was entirely focused on the unusually large red dragon, and he didn't pay much attention to how his work was going.

As long as he quickly produces some results, he should be able to fool his boss, whose attention is currently diverted!

The man was full of confidence.

(End of this chapter)