Dragon Clan: I, Nono! Inherit countless futures!

No one knows how that 13-year-old girl survived the threat of the ferocious dragon and the shockwave of the torpedo explosion.

But she survived. Even though she was covered in wounds and had only her last breath, she still survived. Not only that, she even managed to snatch two people from the Dragon King's hands.

Fingel had fallen into a deep coma, but fortunately, thanks to the power of the Word, although he was weak, he was not seriously injured.

In contrast, EVA, this beautiful girl, was frozen solid and should have been lifeless long ago. However, when the rescuers pulled her out of the ice, they found that she still had a weak pulse.

There seemed to be a powerful force within her body, constantly repairing her body that should have been dead, but in doing so, it was also damaging her genes, which caused her to remain unconscious.

Rescuers believe she may have been contaminated by dragon blood, but the fact that she evolved at the same time is incredibly unlikely and the probability is so small as to be negligible.

Just like how Chen Motong and his group were able to get down from the exploded Yu Bollywood, it was a miracle with such a low probability.

But a miracle did happen.

When the girl was pulled from the water, she was so weak that she could barely speak. Derek Gattuso rushed over to her like a madman, and rescuers swarmed around her as well.

The black helicopter roared through the night sky as Chen Motong was carried onto it, surrounded by numerous rescue workers. Derek Gattuso followed closely behind, bustling about as if the person on the stretcher was his own father.

As the girl was being carried onto the helicopter, her gaze fell upon the man holding a black umbrella on the distant deck.

The man was also looking at her, the bright red rose on her chest appearing vivid and dewy in the night breeze.

Their eyes met in mid-air until the helicopter door was completely closed.

"Incredible..." Schneider murmured in amazement. "She's only 13 years old, yet she managed to snatch people from the Dragon King and save three people from a seemingly hopeless situation..."

Schneider knew very well that if it weren't for this girl, both he and Fingel EVA would have ended up sleeping forever in that icy sea.

"It's truly unbelievable," Angers said in a low voice. "Perhaps this is why the Gattuso family was willing to use a nuclear submarine to save her."

"It seems the Gattuso family has produced an extraordinary half-blood."

……

When Chen Motong opened her eyes again, she was already back in her own room at the Chen family home.

Before she could even realize what was happening, a soft voice rang out: "You're awake?"

Looking in the direction of the sound, Chen Motong discovered that the head of the Chen family, who was also her father, had been sitting by the bed at some point, staring at her without moving, and she didn't know how long he had been watching her.

"Father……"

Chen Motong managed to speak, but her hand instinctively reached for her waist. She touched something hard—her combat dagger.

The Chen family patriarch acted as if he hadn't noticed her subtle actions and calmly asked, "What did that woman say to you?"

"She told me there was something at the bottom of the water," Chen Motong said. "It was the Dragon King."

"So it was she who sent you to rescue them?"

Chen Motong fell silent.

"Mo Tong, do you know what you're doing?" The man's voice was unreadable, yet carried an imposing seriousness: "Are you threatening me?"

Chen Motong remained silent.

"You know something, don't you?" the man suddenly asked. "You must know something. Why didn't you tell me? Aren't you my most beloved daughter?"

"Mo Tong, speak!"

Chen Motong opened her mouth, but before she could speak, she met the man's deep eyes once again.

"Tell me, what do you know?" His voice was full of coaxing. "Tell me, what did that woman tell you?"

It was that kind of power of words that could manipulate memories again. The man clearly no longer believed Chen Motong's words; he only believed what he had asked himself.

But this time, he was destined to be disappointed.

The girl's dark red eyes stared intently at him, then she slowly tilted her head, a mocking smile curving her lips.

She looked at the man in front of her, whose expression gradually turned to astonishment, and slowly uttered two words: "Guess."

The man's expression changed drastically, first astonishment, then surprise, and finally realization.

"So you can break free from my control now? You really do have a secret."

He paused, his expression growing increasingly playful: "But do you think that means I can't do anything to you?"

"I'm not afraid to tell you, the plane to take you to Italy is already on its way, my dear daughter. They have plenty of ways to get you to talk."

"At that time, you will understand how kind I have been to you..."

The man couldn't finish his sentence because a gleaming dagger was pressed against his throat. The girl still tilted her head, her dark red hair falling over her snow-white shoulders, her delicate face full of the innocence unique to a young girl.

"Go on, I'm listening."

The man was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter, which grew wider and louder.

"Interesting, very interesting indeed. You think you can threaten me like this? You think you'll survive if you kill me?"

"Chen Motong, how come I didn't know you were so naive before?"

He seemed completely unconcerned about the dagger pressed against his throat, and instead mocked the girl in front of him recklessly: "Believe it or not, if you kill me, your fate will be a thousand times worse than mine."

"As you probably already know, it was the Gattuso family who took you to Italy. They have indeed mastered the technology to resurrect people. Now that you've killed me, it's just a coincidence that we'll meet again in Italy."

The man showed no fear, only a cold madness in his eyes: "And at that time, I will study you with my own hands, I will know all your secrets. Just thinking about it, it's something to look forward to."

"Threatening you? Yes, I am threatening you..." The girl smiled and sighed, "But I didn't say I was threatening you by killing you."

Before the man could react, the girl slashed back, the dagger pressed against her own pale neck: "It doesn't matter if you die, but tell me, if I die, do you think the Gattuso family will let you go?"

The man's smile froze, and his expression instantly turned sinister.

"Mo Tong, what are you doing?"

The girl just winked at him: "As you can see, I'm threatening you."

"I'm not afraid to tell you, the only thing you can send to Italy is a cold corpse." Seeing the man's uncertain expression, as if he was thinking of a solution, the girl's smile deepened.

She looked at the man and said, word by word:

"Oh right, you guys can resurrect, right? Then go and resurrect me."

After saying that, he plunged the dagger into his own chest without hesitation.

Blood splattered, and the man's pupils suddenly contracted.