Brass Dragons in the Dragon World

Qian Sichuan's situation is quite bizarre. Although he has one son, he is never satisfied, so he plans to have another child with his mistress.

But he was already in his fifties, and his son Qian Xinxin was a late-in-life child. If he wanted another son, it would be like a bachelor looking at a widow—he could only stare blankly.

So over the years he sought medical help everywhere, desperately trying to have another one, but after all, everyone has their limits, and that thing can't just be done whenever you want.

After many twists and turns, a master who had named his son years ago came to his door, saying that he had a secret recipe that could guarantee Qian Sichuan would have another son.

In reality, the master just wanted to squeeze more money out of this sucker, so he gave the idea that eating dragon meat would give birth to dragon children, and tricked people into going to Sichuan to find dragon meat.

Fortune telling is always done in a vague and ambiguous way. The "master" ran away immediately after swindling money, but Qian Sichuan seemed to have grasped at a straw and searched everywhere for dragon meat to eat.

According to Chu Tianjiao, this guy had eaten snake meat, golden dragon fish meat, carp meat, and all kinds of meat that were somewhat related to dragons, but he had gained nothing.

Finally, this sucker accidentally learned about the Ghost Toothed Dragon Viper, and coupled with the black market merchant's deliberate promotion of the Ghost Toothed Dragon Viper as the Dragon King, Qian Sichuan spent a huge sum of money to buy two Ghost Toothed Dragon Vipers.

He even planned to eat one and raise another, taking all the benefits.

As for the origin of these two Ghost-toothed Dragon Vipers, it was written on that prescription.

"So, this old Chinese medicine doctor, Crow, is actually a smuggler?"

Chu Tianjiao nodded; he had only learned about it during the handover with customs.

"The code name sounds a bit like something from Hong Kong Island."

Thinking back to the original story, Ander did find a man named Crow, but that guy was from the Snake Clan and shouldn't be smuggling goods to China.

It seems that this black market dealer, Raven, is someone else entirely.

"It's just a code name; it might be an organization, who knows?"

Chu Tianjiao deduced that he was holding a bottle of iced tea, and his police uniform was already soaked with sweat, indicating that he was quite hot.

"I won't concern myself with such troublesome matters. When will that Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea wood carving be auctioned? Compared to that nouveau riche boss who died on a woman, Ander is clearly more concerned about the wood carving he has his eye on. Collecting precious sculptures is Brass Dragon's favorite thing."

"Old Lu, this isn't stolen goods. I have Qian Sichuan's wife's phone number here. You can contact her."

People like Qian Sichuan who do bad things will inevitably face endless troubles in their families after they get into trouble. As long as Ander is willing, he should be able to easily get his hands on that wooden carving.

"Hey, you're so clueless, you didn't even bother to sneak me a smuggling..."

"Mr. Lu, I'm a policeman."

Chu Tianjiao remained silent.

"I admire your spirit."

Ander changed the subject and praised Chu Tianjiao. He then smiled and scratched his head, looking a little embarrassed.

"Uncle De, you..."

A childish voice came from behind. Ander turned around and saw Lu Mingfei standing at the door with his schoolbag on his back, followed by the chubby little boy Lu Mingze.

The two of them looked at Chu Tianjiao, who was sitting at the bar in a police uniform, their small eyes filled with great fear.

"Mr. Lu, I'm leaving now."

After saying goodbye to Ander, Chu Tianjiao put on his hat, walked past Lu Mingfei and the other man, and left.

The two children hesitated before walking over, and Lu Mingze spoke first:

"Uncle De, are you... the kind of person who's involved in the underworld?"

Ander chuckled and took two bottles of Pepsi from the back of the store and handed them to the two children.

"Sit down. Why do you say I'm involved in organized crime?"

Lu Mingze gritted his teeth, pulled over a stool and sat down, while Lu Mingfei hesitated for a moment before also sitting down.

"Qian Xinxin didn't come to school today. Uncle De, did you have someone teach him a lesson?"

The chubby boy waved his fists, seemingly imagining the joy of beating up his enemy.

"Anyway, he won't bother you anymore."

The two men looked at each other after listening to Ander's words, feeling that this unfathomable relative had risen to a higher level in their minds.

"Uncle De, what did you do?"

Lu Mingfei asked.

"Don't ask, it's better if you don't know about this."

It wasn't that Ander wanted to keep it a secret, but the matter of Qian Sichuan was too inappropriate for children. He couldn't very well tell these two that Qian Xinxin's father and Xiao Si had died in bed together.

Lu Mingze winked at Lu Mingfei, and the two of them discreetly took their Cokes and carefully left the teahouse.

"Uncle De, you go ahead with your work. We're going back to do our homework."

Two voices could be heard from afar.

"Could Uncle De be a gang leader?"

"I think he's a retired soldier king."

Ander sighed, as if he had frightened the two little ones. Am I the kind of person who would protect my own?

Thinking of this, Ander went backstage, picked up the landline, and dialed a number.

After a few beeps, a lazy female voice answered the phone, and the crunching sound of potato chips could be heard throughout.

"Sorry, we're on vacation..."

"It's me, I'm looking for your boss."

The female voice immediately became more efficient, as if she had received a switch from SC's virtual anchor to change her professional voice.

"Mr. Ander, have you considered investing in a financial project?"

Ander was speechless. To trick a dragon into investing its treasure in stocks was probably the most foolish thing in the world.

"Stop messing around, or I'll take back Angers IV's money."

Angers IV was a prank orchestrated by André, who let a dog inherit a large fortune. This money is now managed by this firm, bringing him tens of millions of dollars in revenue every year.

"Okay, okay, but the boss isn't here. He should contact you in a bit."

Ander skillfully hung up the phone, waited a while, and then heard the phone ringing again.

“Hello, Mr. Ender.”

The voice on the phone was that of a young man, and it sounded very energetic.

"Did you do the thing about Qian Sichuan?"

“Mr. Ender, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

"It's nothing. Your brother was beaten up, and then the assailant's father died."

"If it were me, none of their families would be alive."

The voice on the phone lowered, and you could vaguely hear the other person's anger.

"Very constructive suggestion."

It seems this incident has nothing to do with this twisted brother complex, and Ander can finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Just before the call ended, the last words came through the phone:

"In return, Mr. Ander, I have some news: the imposter in Minzhou has become stronger again."

Chapter Ninety-Seven: Dump Trucks

The message from Zero was of little use to Ender; from the very beginning, Ender was prepared to treat the imposter Odin hiding in the highway with the highest level of care.

For example, there's a dump truck parked in front of us. The cargo bed of this large truck has been specially modified to hold more cargo.

His powerful engine and sturdy body made him a road menace among everyday cars, which is why Ander had high hopes for him.

"Mr. Lu, are you serious?"

The engineer standing nearby stared in disbelief at the renovation plan proposed by Ander. He had always thought that only terrorists in the Middle East would be so crazy.

"It's just adding a few bombs and reinforcing the front of the vehicle."

Ander shrugged indifferently. The origin of this dump truck was self-evident; it was naturally the truck used by Qian Sichuan's men to transport building materials, belonging to that unlucky fellow who ate the Ghost-Toothed Dragon Viper.

Recently, Minzhou has been working to become a civilized city. In addition, Qian Sichuan is dead, and his subordinates are leaderless and want to run away. It's easy to get a car from them.

"Old Lu, are you trying to play with a self-destructing truck?"

The engineer standing to the side had also interned in the equipment department at Kassel College, but even those lunatics couldn't have come up with such a crazy plan.

This senior official from the relevant department is indeed as crazy as the rumors suggest.

"What's the big deal? Don't you want to teach that coward a lesson?"

The engineer opposite him also knew about Odin. This matter was not highly confidential, mainly because Odin was too good at hiding, staying in Nibelungen for decades without coming out.

The earliest envoys stationed outside Nibelungen are almost retired, but this coward is still hiding inside Nibelungen, causing many of the older generation to complain about Odin.

"Hiss... Elder Lu, you make a good point."

The engineer, who had once interned in the equipment department, seemed to have a special interest activated by Ander's words, and the explosives fanatic spirit he had been trained by those lunatics back then was burning brightly.

He picked up a pen and began frantically calculating how to pack enough explosives into the truck without affecting its speed, and what kind of ramming horn to install on the front of the truck to maximize the damage.

"Old Lu, what do you think about installing a few nuclear bombs? I remember there's a batch left over from before in the warehouse."

Minzhou is located on the southeast coast and was once a front line of battle. It was not surprising that it had a few nuclear warheads to guard against enemies across the Pacific Ocean.

Ander was also somewhat tempted, wondering if the imposter Odin could survive a nuclear bomb, but he quickly dismissed the idea.

Ander didn't know if Odin would survive, but he certainly wouldn't.

"No, make it a little less powerful. I'll drive then."

That's right, Ender planned to drive straight into Nibelungen and give Odin a good beating.

This is the correct way to use a dump truck.

"Mr. Lu, you can directly set up automatic driving."

The engineer provided a very STEM-oriented solution.

"Idiot, there's no one here, how did Odin manage to pull the chariot into Nibelungen?"