Dragon Clan: I, Nono! Inherit countless futures!

"You mean, the woman in Chen Motong's spiritual vision mentioned Greenland? And she wants Chen Motong to go there?"

The old man's hoarse, low voice came through the phone, carrying an indescribable seriousness: "Just now?"

"Yes." The Chen family head lowered his voice, which was unusual for him.

He was an extremely robust man with a square face that always wore a resolute expression, just like the terracotta warriors standing in Qin Shi Huang's tomb.

At that moment, his posture made it seem as if the person on the other end of the phone was Qin Shi Huang.

"Why this time of year? What a coincidence!" the old man on the other end of the phone muttered to himself. "The school board just finalized the Greenland plan."

The Chen family patriarch was stunned, and asked in a low voice, "Has the diving time been confirmed?"

"Yes, in three days."

After these words were spoken, both ends of the phone fell into a long silence.

Just as the old man said, there couldn't possibly be such a coincidence in the world, so they all knew what it meant.

"Perhaps... that person sensed something, and we may have really discovered a big target this time."

Finally, the old man broke the silence, saying in a calm voice, "In that case, send Chen Motong to Greenland to participate in the Greenland Project."

The Chen family patriarch's expression instantly became hesitant: "But... Chen Motong is only thirteen years old and has no spiritual power. This plan is dangerous, how can we guarantee her safety? Moreover, I have already prepared to send her to Italy."

He certainly didn't care about Chen Motong as a person. To him, children were just tools, only distinguished by whether they were useful or not.

Chen Motong is clearly the most useful one right now; her value is too great, even far exceeding the Greenland Project itself, which is why he hesitated.

The old man clearly had the same considerations, and almost without hesitation, he stated the solution he had obviously already thought of:

"She will not participate in the dive. I will have someone specifically protect her, and the level of protection for her will be higher than that of the Greenland project. Even if this dive fails or the dive mission is abandoned, she will not be in any danger."

"As for when she will arrive in Italy, there's no rush. We can discuss it after she finishes participating in the Greenland project. The clues are more important."

The Chen family patriarch breathed a sigh of relief and nodded, saying, "Then there's no problem."

The old man on the other end of the phone seemed to know what he was worried about, and chuckled softly: "Don't worry, it's taken so many years to succeed with just one No. 4, I understand her preciousness and value as well."

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

Chen Motong learned that she was about to go to Greenland two hours later.

Although she had already guessed that there shouldn't be any problems since she had said so, she was still surprised by the efficiency of the Chen family.

In just two hours, not only was a plane ready to take her to Greenland prepared, but also a full set of equipment and an entire armed escort were also provided for her.

Before boarding the plane, the man repeatedly reminded her to be careful, to notify him immediately if there were any changes in her spiritual vision, and to come back immediately if there were no changes.

It was as if she really was the most beloved daughter of the Chen family patriarch, so that man was worried about her safety.

"Someone will meet you when you get there. Stay in touch and let me know if anything seems amiss," said the Chen family patriarch. "Your safety is the most important thing."

Chen Motong responded to everything.

She guessed that the man's "support" must be Schneider's Finger Squad.

She recalled the details of the Greenland project from the original book.

It seems that it all started when a guy with the ID "Prince" posted a message online saying that he had salvaged strange bronze fragments from the depths of the Greenland Sea, which the school confirmed were related to dragons.

Then this "prince" refused to sell it to others for a high price and donated it to Kassel College for free. After studying it, Kassel College found that the bronze fragment was of extremely high value and guessed that there were similar ones in the Greenland ice sea, so they immediately went to test it.

The test revealed a massive, possibly dragon-like, heartbeat.

After observing it for several months, they finally determined that it was a dragon embryo, and they immediately became restless and wanted to destroy it before it hatched.

However, any machine that gets close to the embryo's area will go out of control, and only manual bombing can solve the problem.

Thus, the Greenland Project came into being.

This plan was undoubtedly a failure.

Not only did they fail to destroy the dragon, but the diving team was also almost entirely wiped out. In the end, only one and a half people survived the entire project. Schneider was permanently disabled, and Fingel never recovered, transforming from a proud and confident genius into a drunken good-for-nothing.

Fingel was devastated because he drank too much the night before the plan was to begin, causing him to miss it. He always believed that if he hadn't drunk that alcohol, the outcome might have been different.

This was also Nono's last wish, and it was the task that Chen Motong needed to complete during his trip to Greenland.

She wanted to stop Fingel from drinking that wine.

Only by fulfilling this last wish and seeing what kind of spiritual power he could obtain could he possibly reverse his inevitable fate of being sent to Italy for research.

So even if the Greenland incident is not safe, she has to take the risk!

Meanwhile, the Greenland diving team also received this information.

"What do you mean, the school board has assigned us a special envoy?"

Inside the makeshift base, a burly man scratched his head, looking puzzled. "Weren't the personnel already decided? The mission is about to begin, why send specialists now? What's Professor Schneider up to?"

"I just received the notification myself." The man called Professor Schneider shook his head, glanced at the time, and said, "They should be here soon. Fingel, take some men to pick them up."

"Don't rush," the burly man, Fingel, smiled. He glanced at his companions and said, "At least let us know who this commissioner is first."

He paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "This is a life-or-death mission. The commissioner has a lot of power. I'll make it clear so everyone can feel more at ease."

He didn't explain it clearly, but everyone understood what he meant and shared the same concerns.

The mission is about to begin, and now they've sent a special envoy. It's like sending a military supervisor to the general during an ancient war – they come to fight, but others go to collect the rewards.

Being taken advantage of is a minor matter; however, giving orders haphazardly could be disastrous.

"I don't know what's going on either. The board of directors didn't say anything, only that it seems to be a forced requirement from the Gattuso family. The commissioner didn't have any information either, only saying not to worry too much, that the commissioner wouldn't interfere too much in our affairs, he'd just be watching."

"You talk a good game, but now that you're a commissioner, how can you not care?" Fingel said.

However, Schneider gave him a strange look and slowly said, "She probably won't care, because the school board specifically instructed us to protect her, since she's only 13 years old..."

Fingel: "?"

The others: ???

With just one simple sentence, Fingel's gaze cleared, and his previous hostility vanished without a trace.

"13 years old? What the hell? Has he been weaned yet?" he muttered to himself. "What kind of specialist can a little brat like that be?"

"Is 13 years old considered a little kid?" a cool voice rang out.

"13 years old is obviously a little kid. Is the school board out of their minds? Sending a little kid here?" Fingel answered subconsciously, only to realize afterward that everyone's gaze was strange, as if they were all looking behind him.

He then realized that the voice didn't seem to belong to his companion...

He turned around stiffly and saw a little girl with long, dark red hair looking at him with a half-smile.

"What, you don't recognize me? Let me introduce myself."

She paused here, deliberately slowing her tone to make each word exceptionally clear:

"I'm that brat agent sent by the school board, the one you said had a screw loose. What? You have a problem with that?"

"If you have any opinions, talk to the specialist, and the specialist will make a decision for you."

Fingel: "..."