Ancient Dragon in Arknights

The screeching of tires from sudden braking, the crashing of vehicles, the groaning of riders' helmets hitting something, the chaotic shouts of commands... in an instant, almost all the motorcycle gangs were brought down.

"Steal the car! Ignore them!"

The Glasgow gang members hiding in the alleys immediately jumped out. Their goal was clear: to seize the motorcycle, an important commodity.

As for those biker gangs? The Fangs gang isn't the only ones who can ride bikes, so beating them up wouldn't make much difference.

"Now everyone hide, in groups of several, and don't get surrounded. If anyone gets surrounded, the biker gang will go to their rescue!"

Morgan's tactics were very successful, and things were generally proceeding according to her plan.

Next, her and Indra's goal became quite simple.

The Glasgow gang dispersed to draw the attention of the Fang gang, Morgan was in charge of intelligence coordination and command, and Indra was in charge of firefighting on the battlefield.

If we can hold out until Vina and Nesario finish their beheading, then things will be perfectly resolved.

Chapter Fifty-Seven: A Body Like a Divine Weapon

"According to your teacher, Drak possesses extremely powerful Flame Originium Arts. So what about Athrun? Vina, what is your special ability?"

Nesario and Vina quickly headed toward the location provided by Fisher, inevitably chatting along the way.

Neltharion is now almost certain that even if he doesn't acknowledge Draco's identity, he will eventually become "Draco".

He couldn't see how his relationship with Vina would ultimately develop; but before that, it would be beneficial to get to know her better, whether as a friend or an enemy.

"I don't know either. My teacher said it's not the right time yet."

"..."

Damn, that big lion was really well hidden.

So, Athrun has such a helper, but what about Draco? Where is Draco's ancestor?

Nesario imagined what it would be like if a Drak's soul also resided within his body... well, forget it.

Lions are social animals, but dragons are not—especially those with strong desires and arrogant personalities. If you trespass on their territory, you will be met with endless wrath, and Neltharion will not allow anyone to keep watching him.

We arrived at No. 771, 54th Street in no time. It was a small manor with a large area. Although it was not as grand as a noble mansion, you could still tell that its owner was of noble status.

"What should we do? Just barge in?"

"Climb over the wall."

Since the identities of the people inside haven't been confirmed, taking direct action is definitely not an option. Therefore, infiltration is the best solution.

A wall without any security measures was no match for the two of them; Nesario and Vina entered the manor without even needing to help each other.

"Ah—! Someone come quick!"

Clearly, what the two did was not a breach, but rather something akin to burglary.

They swaggered over the wall and were spotted by a passing maid. Instantly, many Rupert bodyguards appeared in the small manor.

The weapons they carried were mostly batons and stun guns; no lethal weapons were seen so far.

"The Fang Gang are all Perot, and these guys are Rupert. Could there be a mistake?"

Vina immediately observed the other party's racial characteristics, because the Fang Gang had a very famous gang culture, which was that they only recruited members of the Pero Gang.

"Dogs were domesticated from wolves, so if you can ride on a dog, it must be a wolf, right? You're not mistaken, that's it."

Nesario didn't want to escalate the situation, and he wanted to finish things quickly before the city police noticed!

A black figure with silver-white hair rushed towards the bodyguards like a whirlwind. Facing their raised weapons and poised muscles, Nesario was not afraid at all and knocked them all back with a single punch each.

Then it turned and used its tail to sweep across, precisely slashing each person's thigh. The injuries weren't serious, but they would hurt if they moved, and at least their mobility was reduced.

Vina wasn't idle either. She rushed over and quickly took down the other bodyguards who hadn't been dealt with by Nesario.

"A surprise attack, lest the enemy escape."

The two split up and rushed directly into the manor.

All the maids huddled in the corner in fear, and sharp female screams filled the air.

Thump—Nesario kicked open the study door, revealing a Syracuse-style study.

Sitting on a comfortable sofa was a middle-aged man with a full head of white hair. Judging from his weathered face and demeanor, this guy was probably the godfather of the Fang Gang.

“Godfather, come with me. Your men have caused quite a bit of trouble.”

"Vaivan, who do you represent? The police? Parliament? Or a noble's spy?"

Faced with the relentless advance of Neltharion, the Godfather remained calm. His hands remained flat in front of him, and he exuded composure, even having the energy to inquire about Neltharion's identity.

"Unfortunately, neither is correct. I am from Glasgow."

Nesario didn't hesitate to shift the blame to the Glasgow Gang, saying that if they wanted revenge later, they could go after them.

"I'm sorry, but if that's all you are, then I can rest assured."

As soon as he finished speaking, Nesario felt a gust of wind coming from behind him. He dodged the sneak attack by diving down—the sweeping fist smashed the study door frame completely.

Neltharion jerked to his feet, his black horns thrusting upwards with tremendous force, the impact sending a heavy jolt through his skull. Neltharion's strike was highly effective.

Turning around, I saw an Adaklis, dressed in a black suit whose bulging muscles stretched it so much that it looked as if it would rip open at any moment; his thick tail, covered in green scales, slammed onto the floor, a tail as imposing as the former Neltharion's.

What's even more striking is his face—covered with a white mask and bald on top. Combined with the specially made crossbow he's holding, it's not hard to guess his identity.

'Does this guy have a barcode on the back of his head?'

This was the first time Nesario had ever seen such a "textbook" killer, and his curiosity outweighed his wariness.

"He's an assassin from Syracuse, usually handling shady dealings for various families. Kid, while Londinium may have many rules, he can still cover up a murder."

The leader of the Fang Gang spoke eloquently, seemingly certain of Neltharion's fate. As a Syracuse native, he held these elite assassins in the highest esteem.

"Three moves."

Neltharion uttered a short sentence and then launched an attack—in the narrow corridor, it was inconvenient for him to use his Blade Spin, so this time his main weapon was his claws!

With a small amount of D32 steel incorporated into its alloy claws, Neltharion extended from his fist and charged forward swiftly.

Faced with the opponent's sudden appearance of a "weapon," the assassin did not waver. He quickly fired an arrow at Nesario—this arrow was imbued with a powerful Originium Arts, and if it hit, the bleeding would be a good thing.

clang!

Neltharion's tail flew over his head, blocking his path, and the usually deadly poison arrows were easily deflected when they touched his tail.

D32 steel – extremely poor meat quality!

Swish!Swish!

With two claws thrusting out, the assassin tried to block with his crossbow, but the steel crossbow was easily pierced like tofu; the other claw pierced through the assassin's palm bone, and he used this as a price to block Nesario's attack.

*Thud*—The sword of Damocles hanging overhead swiftly pierced down, its sharp tip easily shredding the brain of the person before it as easily as a chopstick piercing tofu.

After obtaining D32 steel, Nesario's body becomes as threatening as any weapon!

Chapter Fifty-Eight: The Demise of the Fang Gang

"Now, can we have a proper chat?"

Nesario flicked his tail, and the specks of blood on it scattered, staining the expensive carpet red; the corpse at his feet was still twitching, but as blood gushed out, the executioner from Syracuse completely lost his life.

"..."

The Godfather knew he was doomed. This guy could easily take down a well-trained family assassin, and defeating him would require heavy weapons or a top-tier assassin—there was no chance of victory.

"There's no way someone like you could exist in the Glasgow Gang, otherwise they would have expanded long ago. Who are you? What do you want to know?!"

The old fox is spicier, and the Dogtooth Godfather knew very well that if the Glasgow Gang had a ruthless figure like Neltharion, they would be fully qualified to compete for the lion's share of Lontinem's resources, instead of staying in one corner.

Since it wasn't Glasgow that helped, it means they came with other motives. As long as we can negotiate, there's still a chance for things to turn around.

"I'm sorry, I have nothing to say to you."

Nesario had no fondness for Syracuse, a city ruled by gangsters, unable to even muster a proper army, and utterly worthless in the face of true power.

Nesario swiftly knocked him unconscious, and while he still had a little time, he searched the room to see if there were any unexpected finds.

......

Vina entered through the damaged study door and saw Nesario taking inventory of valuables. Two people lay on the floor: the Dogtooth Godfather, who was in a coma, and the assassin, who had completely lost his body temperature.

"You've encountered this kind of guy too?"

"Is it the same where you are?"

It seems that Vina's disappearance for so long was not because she got lost, but because she encountered another defensive force from the other side.

"I encountered one, and it took quite a bit of effort to defeat it."

Vina examined the corpse on the ground and the surrounding traces, and deduced that it had been killed instantly.

It would take Aslan several moves to deal with this guy, and he would finally kill him with a single blow thanks to Aslan's powerful physique. On the other hand, Nesario did it so easily, making the difference in their strength obvious.

How will Lentinium handle the murder case?

“Seriously dealt with, but there are a few exceptions—the poor, fugitives, and foreign spies.”

"Very good, these guys are all spies sent by Syracuse. Hopefully, the police will understand it that way."

"..."

How could Syracuse, such a weak city-state, dare to send spies to Victoria's capital to spy?

Gang culture is a distinctive feature of Syracuse. Gangs in various countries have branches of the Syracuse family—some have grown large and powerful, bringing endless profits to the Syracuse main family; others have many restrictions and can only be used as a foothold.

The Canine Tooth Gang was probably like that; they didn't thrive in the restrictive environment of Lontinim.

"Our appearance has been exposed. Won't this cause trouble?"

Nesario's problem was that his tail was too conspicuous, making it inconvenient to hide, so he didn't bother to conceal his identity.

The maids in the manor all saw him and Vina, and if the police question him afterwards, he will most likely get into trouble.

But if all the witnesses were executed, a massacre of this scale would definitely cause even greater trouble.

"Don't worry, the Fang Gang has lost, and we'll take all their assets. I'll have Morgan negotiate with these maids. Servants who dare to serve a gang are all intelligent."

"understood."