I, Valon, am frantically searching for my mother.

The yard was bigger than he had imagined, but perhaps it shouldn't be called a yard; a breeding farm would be more appropriate.

The first thing that catches the eye is the cage.

Rough logs were nailed together into low, narrow square grids, covered with rusty iron bars.

The cages were so small that the children inside couldn't even stand up straight; they could only curl up or kneel. They were packed tightly together, row after row, like goods being stacked, filling one side of the yard near the wall.

Most of the children inside looked to be around the same age as Sofia, or even younger.

Almost without exception, they wore tattered, dirty clothes that barely covered their bodies, their hair was brittle, and they were sallow and emaciated.

Many children had injuries on their bodies. Their exposed arms and calves were covered with bruises, whip marks, and burns, both old and new.

Some of the wounds had already festered, and in the dim light they appeared ominous.

Others are simply stripped of their legs or arms and used solely for begging.

Perhaps to evoke pity, some of them were even artificially maimed into strange shapes.

On the other side of the yard, several burly men with machetes at their waists and fierce expressions were strolling around lazily, occasionally laughing and cursing in vulgar language. When their eyes swept over the cages, it was as if they were looking at a group of livestock waiting to be slaughtered.

"Damn, business was so-so today, didn't catch many easy targets."

A man with a scar on his face spat.

"What's the rush? With the Master here, these materials will surely come in handy."

Another bald man chuckled, his smile carrying a cruel undertone.

"At worst, break one of his legs and throw him on the street; he can still make a few coppers a day."

"Alright!"

Another burly man next to him said:

"Say less, everyone. The Master has a strange temper. If she hears you, she'll fly into a rage again."

Just then, the door of a relatively intact wooden house in the corner of the yard creaked open.

An old woman came out carrying a huge wooden basin with black grime stuck to the rim, cursing and swearing.

"Hey! You stinking pigs! Go eat!"

As she spoke, she took out a large wooden spoon and stirred the paste in the bucket, preparing to feed it into the stone trough in front of the cage.

However, at that moment, bursts of flames fell from the sky.

Along with the flames came a terrifying behemoth!

……

To be honest, Wayne knew he couldn't be a bad guy.

Or rather, he cannot be a pure, traditional dragon.

The teachings of Comrade Li Shufen in his previous life were so deeply ingrained that those simple concepts about kindness, integrity, and caring for the weak were like code engraved in the depths of his soul, to the point that he couldn't even understand why he did bad things.

Once, he made up his mind to trick a child into giving him a lollipop, deciding to exchange it for three Big Bubble Gum.

When I got back and did the math, I found I'd actually lost a dime!

From then on, Wayne didn't want to do bad things anymore. Even after becoming a green dragon and possessing the power to do evil and the cunning tendencies in his nature, Wayne basically didn't do anything bad.

Calling someone "Mom" is indeed very humiliating, but it has nothing to do with doing bad things.

Wayne felt that the most daring thing he had ever done was probably stealing all of his sister Lina's treasure.

But Wayne later returned all of these to Tia's mother, essentially keeping the wealth within the family.

Therefore, having done few bad things and seen little of the world, Wayne actually finds it difficult to truly understand what constitutes a real, pure, and disgusting bad person.

Only today, after seeing these comparisons with my own eyes, has Wayne truly understood.

Damn it, how can these guys be so mean?

Where's Jinlong? Please save him!

Initially, Wayne was considering using the snake charm to carry out some assassination techniques to ensure maximum safety.

But now it seems there's no need for that at all. These bastards deserve to die in fear!

As for whether this will affect his search for his mother?

Wayne thought for a moment.

He wanted to find Jinlong to be his mother, right?

If that's the case, then I should at least be like a golden dragon.

In that case, what was the Golden Dragons' catchphrase again?

Wayne remembered.

"Hey!"

"All evil will eventually be brought to justice!"

……

Under Sofia's shocked gaze, under the bewildered stares of all the thugs in the yard, and under the blank, upward gazes of the caged children—

"boom--!!!"

Accompanied by scorching heat and a deafening whooshing sound, a colossal creature tore through the already thin sunlight and smoke above the courtyard and descended fiercely!

Dust flew everywhere, and gravel flew in all directions.

A huge shadow enveloped half of the courtyard, and the dazzling golden scales, in the dim light, seemed to burn like flames, shimmering with a pure and majestic luster that was impossible to look directly at!

On its enormous, angular head, a pair of fiery red vertical pupils, like two miniature suns descending to earth, looked down upon all the ants below.

At this very moment, the Divine Capital Wayne Gris descended!

Time seemed to stand still in the courtyard.

The burly patrolmen's smiles and laziness froze instantly, replaced by utter horror and bewilderment.

The knives in their hands clattered to the ground, and their legs began to tremble uncontrollably.

The old woman who had just put down the wooden basin and was holding the dirty wooden spoon opened her mouth wide, her jaw seemed about to dislocate, the fat on her face trembled wildly, and her eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

The children in the cages temporarily forgot their hunger and pain, staring blankly at the suddenly appearing, handsome and majestic golden beast.

After a brief silence—

"Golden...Golden Dragon...Lord?!"

The Golden Dragon is the guardian deity of Hel City and a legendary being of absolute justice who eliminates all evil.

In Hel, there is no wicked man who is not afraid of the judgment of the golden dragon.

The man with the scar on his face suddenly knelt down, his voice trembling uncontrollably, his face as pale as paper.

"Lord Jin...Lord Jinlong! Please...let us explain..."

Go explain it to your mother!

Wayne was too lazy to waste words with him, so he grabbed him and threw him around like a firecracker.

In an instant, the fierce and burly man who had just been swaggering around was turned into a pile of minced meat.

The remaining burly men and the old woman had all lost all color in their faces.

Revolt?

Faced with a furious golden dragon that could easily crush them like insects?

What will they use to resist?!

That's a dragon!

It is a legendary creature that can fly, breathe fire, is invulnerable to swords and spears, and possesses immense strength!

They are the kind of scum who can only bully the weak in the gutter, and they are not even worthy of looking up to the supreme beings!

"Whoa—!!!"

The old woman finally came to her senses, letting out a sharp, piercing wail, and scrambled to her feet, desperately kowtowing before Wayne's enormous claws.

"Lord Golden Dragon! Lord Golden Dragon! Spare us! Spare my mother and me!"

"My son and I...we're both very kind people! We've almost never done anything wrong! It's all their fault! It was that scarred man who forced us to do it! We're victims too! Waaah..."

"Mother!"

The bald, burly man also suddenly realized what was happening, and scrambled to the old woman's side, kowtowing frantically with him, his voice trembling with sobs.

"Lord Jinlong! Spare my mother! She's old and confused, she's innocent! Kill me instead! It's all my fault!"

Wayne glanced at him; the knife beside the other man was still stained with blood, as the man had just used it to dislocate a little guy's leg.

"Is she your mother?"

The bald man instantly realized the possibility of survival and immediately kowtowed repeatedly.

"Lord Long, my mother and I are good people, we..."

Wayne interrupted him.

"Fine, your mother will die with you."

The next second, a scorching breath burned the two of them to ashes!