Dragon Clan: I, Nono! Inherit countless futures!

Schneider never dreamed he would see someone punch a dragon on the head.

What a colossal dragon it was! It was like a small mountain. Compared to that dragon, the girl was like a stubborn rock in front of a mountain.

But this one stubborn rock made the mountain tremble!

The cold front was abruptly interrupted, and the black dragon, enraged by the interference from this ant-like creature, let out a deafening roar.

But the girl, like a nimble fish, darted straight for Schneider before the dragon could unleash its furious counterattack.

As Schneider got closer, he noticed that the girl had a faint metallic sheen all over her body, which added a touch of coldness to her delicate features.

Without the slightest hesitation, Chen Motong went up to Schneider's head and pulled hard on the safety rope.

As if receiving a signal, the people on the ship felt a tremendous pull, and the safety rope quickly rose back up.

But the dragon was clearly not going to let them go so easily; the water beneath it surged, and something enormous was rapidly approaching.

Chen Motong gripped the safety rope with one hand and held the Desert Eagle tightly with the other.

She kept firing into the darkness beneath her, the bullets seeming to strike something extremely hard, making a crisp sound.

Even after the bullets ran out, the enormous thing continued to relentlessly pursue them, and two huge, golden eyes, like nightlights, could be vaguely seen in the darkness.

A sharp laugh echoed in the sea, as if God were mocking the overconfident ants.

This dragon was surprisingly intelligent. It toyed with its prey like a cat playing with a mouse, not in a hurry to eat it, but enjoying the pleasure of watching its prey struggle in vain.

"Damn it." Chen Motong threw away the empty gun in frustration, snatched the APS from Schneider's hand and continued firing.

But it was no use, completely useless.

In the face of such a dragon, ordinary firearms are as useless as fire pokers. Once she ran out of bullets, all she had left was a short combat knife.

"Leave me behind."

Schneider's weak voice came through the communication channel; his breathing was so faint it was almost inaudible: "I'm badly injured."

His meaning was very clear: the dragon was relentlessly pursuing them, and they had no chance of escaping together alive.

Abandoning him would allow the safety rope to ascend faster, and the dragon might be lured away by him, giving Chen Motong a chance to escape.

"Even if I throw you in, the dragon will only chase me, and I'll be the one attracting the hatred," Chen Motong said coldly. After speaking, she looked at the water below her.

A flash of ferocity crossed Chen Motong's eyes as he gripped the short knife tightly, ready to fight to the death.

Even if it means death, she's determined to make that dragon pay the price!

Just as she was about to jump down to attract the dragon's attention and fight it to the death, the huge monster suddenly stopped and turned its head to look down into the water.

Immediately afterwards, the dragon abandoned the fresh flesh and blood it was about to devour without hesitation, and headed into the water without looking back. Its huge body churned up the seawater, leaving behind a long string of fine ice crystals.

Its movements were so swift, like a nimble fish diving into the water and disappearing in an instant.

Both Chen Motong and Schneider were stunned. They stared at the empty seawater in front of them, wondering what had happened.

The turning point came too quickly and too suddenly. Before the joy of surviving the ordeal could even rise in their hearts, they heard faint gunshots underwater.

"It's the diving team!" Schneider realized something, his weak voice urgent, "It's the diving team! The dragon went to find the diving team!"

Chen Motong also realized that he didn't know what the diving team had done underwater, but that made the dragon abandon their prey without hesitation, as decisively as if their backyard had caught fire.

"I'll take you up first," Chen Motong said. The safety rope was still rising rapidly, and soon the light on the water's surface could be seen.

The moment they surfaced, the support staff immediately pulled them ashore.

Schneider's condition was extremely bad; most of his body was frozen solid, with only his chest and upper body remaining. If Chen Motong hadn't rescued him in time, he would probably have turned into a giant ice sculpture from the outside in.

Although he has survived, he has completely lost his ability to move.

As soon as Chen Motong emerged from the water, she knelt weakly on the deck, panting heavily. The metallic sheen on her body gradually faded, revealing a young and petite girl beneath her full armor.

Her body is too young to maintain the bronze throne for long.

"Ms. Chen, are you alright?"

Derek rushed over and helped her up, his expression anxious as if he were examining a family treasure that had been lost and found, afraid that something might go wrong.

Seeing Chen Motong shake her head, he breathed a sigh of relief and loudly ordered the guards behind him, "Prepare to evacuate!"

The roar of the helicopter echoed through the sky; the rescue had arrived, and now all they had to do was board the helicopter to leave this troublesome place immediately.

But when the rescuers went to lift Schneider, the frail professor grabbed their hand.

"What about my trainees? Are we just going to retreat like this? They're still underwater! They're still alive!"

No one answered him, and no one could answer him.

Sensing the silence of the crowd, Schneider let his arms fall limply. He stared blankly at the sea, tears streaming down his face.

He suddenly realized that he might lose his students forever, and he could only watch helplessly.

He didn't even have the strength to break free from the rescuers and jump back into the sea, because most of his body was still trapped in the damned ice.

He can't do anything.

Schneider suddenly covered his face with his hands. This executive director, who was always cold and stern and was criticized by students for having no human touch, burst into tears, like a father who was about to lose his child.

At this moment, even the arrogant Derek Gattuso chose to remain silent, as immense sorrow enveloped everyone's hearts.

Chen Motong silently watched Schneider cry, a restless fire rising in her heart that she couldn't shake off.

"Miss, let's go quickly," Derek urged in a low voice. "It's not safe here."

"So you just ran away like that...?" Chen Motong asked softly, "Like a stray dog?"

"But we've already lost, what else can we do?" Derek gave a helpless, bitter smile. "There's nothing we can do, isn't there?"

"I hate losing the most, and I hate this feeling of being unable to do anything," the girl said softly, as if she were talking to someone else, but also as if she were talking to herself.

Derek didn't hear him clearly and instinctively asked, "What?"

Chen Motong did not answer him, but said in a low voice, "I have something to say to my father. Connect the satellite communication."

Derek hesitated for a moment, but still obediently dialed the number. The instant the busy tone ended and the man's voice rang out, Chen Motong calmly spoke, word by word:

"If you want to know that woman's secret, come and save me."

After saying that, without waiting for anyone to react, the girl jumped into the sea without looking back.