Brass Dragons in the Dragon World

Nono fell silent. The answer had always been hidden in her heart until it was ruthlessly revealed by Gulvig.

“That’s right,” Ander nodded. “You don’t think your father had so many children just out of boredom, do you? That’s how it is with mixed-race families. They keep crossbreeding and mixing blood, and eventually their bloodline becomes stronger and stronger.”

"This is really..." Chen Motong lowered his hand, his arms hanging limply at his sides:

"I always thought I was a human being, but it turns out I'm just a sow giving birth."

Even if we get to Kassel, we can't escape it.

Gulvig gently hugged Chen Motong, then glared at Ander with a hint of anger. Sometimes being too blunt can be hurtful.

She gently stroked Chen Motong's head. This girl was very strong, or rather, very stubborn. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she didn't let them fall, only letting out soft sobs.

“Alright, that’s the first thing,” Ander clapped his hands, gesturing for the two people opposite him to look over. “As for how to resolve it, you and Caesar can discuss it yourselves. I won’t get involved in your affairs.”

"Mr. Ander," Gulweger said, somewhat angrily, "Don't you ever know how to read the room?"

“Oh, please forgive me, but in my opinion it’s just a small matter.” With that, Ander took out a folder: “Actually, what follows is the real business.”

Chen Motong pursed her lips, staring at the folder Ander had taken out. A hint of pain flashed in her eyes. After taking a few breaths, she said, "Go ahead and say it, Mr. Ander. I can take it." There was a resolute tone in her voice.

"Don't be nervous, Miss Chen Motong." Ander waved his hand to signal her to calm down: "This is a small matter for you, but it is quite important to me."

“I adopted a child before, well, theoretically speaking, I did.” Ander stroked his chin, looking like he was about to launch into a long explanation.

"It's a girl with ruby-like eyes and rose-colored hair. For some reason, she can't go out, but don't worry, she'll be better soon, and then you can get to know her..."

“I think we should get straight to the point,” Gulweger emphasized, knowing how much Ander nag: “Nono needs some time to recover.”

“Alright, alright,” Ander reluctantly conceded, “In short, the child looks a lot like you, so I secretly got a paternity test done on both of you, and guess what?”

Chen Motong gave a soft "hmm," and without thinking, she replied, "It's another 'creation' of my father's, isn't it? I've gained another sister, haha."

“No, no, no,” Ander pulled a stack of reports from the file bag: “Actually, your paternal lineage is only distant, but according to the mitochondrial gene test results, your mothers are the same person.”

Chen Motong took the report, looked at the results written in bold at the end, and then looked up at Ander.

"What's that girl's name?" Chen Motong gently stroked the pages of the report, feeling as if this child was another version of herself in the world. For some reason, a strange emotion suddenly welled up, like envy or jealousy.

"Lu Li, she is a good child. Although she has become a little rebellious as she has grown up, she is still a good child overall."

But what I want to ask is…

"You want to ask where my mother is?" Chen Motong interrupted Ander. "I can tell you care about her, and I also care about her feelings."

Ander frowned: "I hate it when people interrupt me. It makes me feel bad."

"It's okay, I'm already in a terrible mood anyway." Chen Motong didn't care at all. She recovered quickly, and it seemed that the little devil from the past had returned.

“Actually, Mr. Ander,” Chen Motong sat up straight, “my mother is not my real mother. According to my father, I am a test-tube baby.”

"So in his eyes, my mother was just a tool for getting pregnant, so if you want to know who my real mother is, you have to go to him."

Chen Motong made no attempt to hide his disgust, and Ander gleaned even more from his expression.

"You want me to clash with the Chen family?" Ander asked. "Have you considered that this might lead to something even worse?"

Chen Motong smiled, like a witch brewing poison.

“Nothing could be worse than this, Mr. Ender. If you can, remember to punch him a few more times, and smash that arrogant face of his.”

Chapter 158 Newcomers Replace Old Ones

The students, who had been frightened by Luli's fireball and picked up weapons, were quickly calmed down by Angers' broadcast. Angers then passed the exploding fireball to the equipment department, claiming that it was the department testing a new type of mortar.

Given the Equipment Department's usual practices, the students readily accepted this arrangement. Only a few explosion fanatics complained on the Night Watchers forum that the Equipment Department's actions this time were a bit too small and not exciting enough.

For Lu Mingfei, some things were more exciting than a sudden fireball, such as Su Qian, who seemed to be there to interrogate him, and Chu Zihang, who had a cold face behind her.

"Hi..." Lu Mingfei greeted them timidly, "Hello, senior brother and senior sister."

Then Lu Mingfei watched as Susie reached out and pinched his cheek.

"What benefits did that blond Caesar give you to get you into the student council so quickly?" Susie stared at Lu Mingfei, as if trying to read his mind.

"Sister Qian, stop fooling around." Lu Mingfei pushed Su Qian's clutches away: "I'm going to undergo labor reform."

"Just because you injured Nono?" Susie looked incredulous. "You're too honest. If Caesar tries to pressure you about this, come find us. Senior sister will stand up for you."

"No, no." Lu Mingfei shook his head repeatedly: "I'm just... um..."

"You wouldn't have fallen for Caesar's white-stockinged secretary group, would you?" Susie's eyes were full of suspicion. "Boys should have some ambition and not let beauty blind them."

“Absolutely not!” Lu Mingfei shook his head even faster: “I’ve never even seen a secretary in white stockings.”

"Hey senior brothers and sisters, what are you doing here?" Lu Mingfei abruptly changed the subject to avoid being torn apart by Su Qian later.

"I've come to offer my condolences." Chu Zihang stepped forward, a strange smile tugging at his face. "Congratulations on becoming an S-rank."

Chu Zihang handed Lu Mingfei a beautifully packaged box. Lu Mingfei held it in his hand and weighed it a few times. It felt quite heavy.

"These are gifts, and they'll be very important during the upcoming military training." Chu Zihang nodded. "Especially for a student like you with no prior experience."

"Thank you, senior brother." Lu Mingfei felt a surge of warmth; it seemed that quite a few people still thought of him.

But he quickly remembered what Chu Zihang had said earlier: "Senior brother, you said I'm S-rank, which means..."

"You didn't know?" A hint of surprise flashed in Chu Zihang's eyes: "The results came out this afternoon."

“So,” Susie continued, “you’re a true S-rank now. Norma never makes a mistake.”

"Wow... this is so sudden." Lu Mingfei exclaimed, "Truly high-tech."

Chu Zihang stepped forward and patted Lu Mingfei on the shoulder, saying, "It's okay if you don't join the Lionheart Society. Chinese students studying abroad sometimes have gatherings. Remember to come if you have time."

"Thank you, senior brother." Lu Mingfei hugged the gift box, smiling happily. "I'll definitely come. Just contact me."

"I won't bother you any longer. You have to continue training tomorrow." Susie said goodbye to Lu Mingfei, "If you get bullied in the student council, Lionheart will always welcome you."

"Thank you, senior brothers and sisters." Lu Mingfei waved and watched the two walk away before returning to his dormitory.

"Congratulations, junior." Fingel was sitting at the table fiddling with a computer. "Thanks to you, I won two hundred dollars. I can have a big meal tonight."

Lu Mingfei casually replied and eagerly opened the gift box given to him by Chu Zihang.

"What's this..." Lu Mingfei stroked the rows of small silver trinkets in the box: "Bullets?"

“9mm pistol ammunition, for use with 9.” Fingel leaned over and said, “You’ll start firearms training tomorrow.”

"But what does that mean?" Lu Mingfei asked, puzzled. "Does it mean students have to bring their own bullets?"

“No, look at the color of the bullet.” Fingel pointed to the silver tip of the bullet: “This is a mercury-plated silver bullet, a special bullet for dragons.”

"Wow." Lu Mingfei's fingers traced the mirror-like bullets, a puzzled look on his face: "But can these bullets slay dragons?"

What I mean is, the bullet is so small, and the dragon is so big.

“Of course…no,” Fingel looked at Lu Mingfei as if he were an idiot.

“But it’s very useful for Deadpool.” Fingel picked up a bullet, its silver mirror reflecting his eyes: “Deadpool is just as vulnerable as a human in front of it.”

"Looks like the Lionheart Society's violent freaks have high hopes for you, huh?" Fingel put the bullets back in the box: "They seem to really want you to be able to complete a mission independently in your freshman year, just like Chu Zihang."

"That sounds pretty bad. I wanted to enjoy my university life a little longer," Lu Mingfei sighed.

But soon, he experienced another kind of "wonderful time" on the school playground lawn, being pinned down by a big Russian man while he kept masturbating.

"Instructor, could you please get off me?" Lu Mingfei looked at the instructor who was pressing down on him and felt extremely uncomfortable.

"Shut up." Instructor Anton showed no mercy: "Last year, some idiot shot and killed the military training instructor during firearms training. Otherwise, why do you think the school would allow me to use the power of words?"

Lu Mingfei glanced at his classmates out of the corner of his eye. Each of them had a burly man with his hands behind his back waiting for them, but he was the only one pinned down by Anton.

"Reporting to the instructor, why am I the only one being pressed down?" Lu Mingfei wanted to make one last attempt.

“Because you’re S-class,” Anton said irritably. “And you have no foundation. Tell me yourself that the last time you touched a gun was when you were thirteen.”

"You're the most dangerous person on the entire playground. Now, shoot me right now!"

Anton shouted the last sentence, and Lu Mingfei didn't dare to be negligent and quickly adjusted his movements to aim at the target.

After a round, Lu Mingfei heard Anton say:

"Hey kid, not bad grades." Anton patted Lu Mingfei on the shoulder: "Looks like you've got some talent. Stay after lunch for an extra hour of practice!"

"But instructor..."

"No buts, you're S-rank, so you'll get an extra hour of physical training tonight!"

The students around Lu Mingfei looked at him with a mixture of pity and envy. Ever since the 3E exam, Instructor Anton seemed to have his eye on Lu Mingfei, constantly giving the poor guy extra training.

Most people believe that this is just a school task, and it is perfectly normal for S-class students to receive preferential treatment.

In response, the young Black man, Bradley, said, "With great power comes great responsibility."

On a high platform next to the playground, two figures were watching Lu Mingfei, who was undergoing military training.

"How are you feeling?" Ander asked Luli beside him.

"She doesn't seem very bright," Lu Li said quietly.

"But no matter what, he is still your brother."

Chapter 159 Exercise or Battle Royale

Today is the last day of military training. Lu Mingfei stood ramrod straight in the line.

A pistol lay beside him, and Lu Mingfei now felt as if it were an integral part of him.

In the final stage of military training, Lu Mingfei displayed an amazing talent for firearms, hitting bullets with perfect accuracy, crushing most of his peers.

This brought Lu Mingfei into the purview of the Executive Department ahead of time, and now the department has begun discussing how to develop this S-level talent.

Besides him, there were other people whose performances also caught the attention of the executive officers observing the military training, such as Zero, who was now at the front of the line.

This petite girl displayed remarkable resilience, like a rock on an iceberg, even when faced with training exercises that would intimidate even a seven-foot-tall man. Despite the instructors' attempts to reduce her training load, she meticulously completed the incredibly demanding exercises.

However, Zero's priority is not as high as Lu Mingfei's. The main problem is her petite figure and overly prominent face. The executive department is worried that someone will sue them on the grounds of employing child labor.

Meanwhile, Schneider, the head of the executive department, was standing at the front of the line, scrutinizing this batch of new students.

Within the group, Lu Mingfei also spotted the scarred man, a flexible tube protruding from his throat and inserted into a machine at his waist.

His appearance, which could make a baby cry at night, clearly stunned the newcomers in the group. Everyone stared at the executive minister without moving or daring to breathe.