Brass Dragons in the Dragon World

Minzhou is located on the southeast coast and has a certain attraction for foreign investment. Now that we have just entered the 21st century, it is the time when we need foreign investment. All cities are working hard to attract foreign investment and are hoping for foreign investment to come to them.

Many leaders in Minzhou were counting on Gattuso's investment, and for this reason, they did not hesitate to give the Gattuso family's hotels the green light all the way. Even if the relevant departments remained indifferent, they could not withstand the joint pressure from above.

“This involves national security. Tell them there’s no room for negotiation. If anything goes wrong, they’re all out of here.”

The minister waved his hand and slammed the document under the table. He didn't know where the Gattuso family had gotten the information, but it was clear that they had ill intentions.

"Wait, is there any news from the Execution Department headquarters?"

"No, it's probably the Gattuso family acting on their own."

The minister nodded. If it were someone from headquarters, it would be a bit troublesome, but what could a child do on his own?

"By the way, isn't Old Lu here? There are some things we can't say, but he definitely can."

There are some things that people within the system can't say, but that person isn't one of them, so it's perfect for them to bring it up.

The law-abiding minister recalled the maverick figure in his mind. This great god had been plotting to give Odin a big shock recently, and it was most appropriate for him to step in on some matters.

The Gattuso family's project with the Black Prince Group has been plagued with problems since that day, and construction has been delayed for a long time.

A few days later, at the Hexu Teahouse, An De was chatting idly with Lao Hu, who was boasting about his tomb raiding experiences from his early years.

According to him, he is a descendant of the tomb raiders, and he made a fortune by raiding tombs all over the country, which enabled him to open an antique shop in Minzhou.

However, Ander didn't believe it. According to Lao Hu's account, the things he had done should have put him in jail for at least thirty years, and the story was pieced together from various sources and was mostly fake.

As Lao Hu was recounting how he defeated a red-haired zombie using black donkey hooves and dog blood, the teahouse door was pushed open.

A white boy who looked like he stepped out of a movie walked into the quaint Chinese teahouse. Old Hu's voice caught in his throat. Looking at the sturdy bodyguards behind the boy, an idea popped into his head:

"Big fat sheep!"

Old Hu, no longer able to continue his conversation with Ander, quickly stood up and went over, asking in accented English:

"Hello,..."

"Excuse me, I'm looking for Mr. Lu Ande."

The boy's Mandarin, which was even more standard than his own, left Lao Hu speechless. This might not just be a fat sheep, but a discerning one.

"Old Hu, you should go back first. This is my friend's child."

With a smile, Ander saw Old Hu out of the teahouse, then turned to look at Percy Gattuso, who had just entered.

"What? Gattuso wants a piece of the pie too?"

Looking at the kind man before him, Percy recalled the instructions his father had given him and tentatively began to speak:

“Mr. Ender, my father only sent me to meet the former dragon-slaying hero.”

Andra pulled out a chair and sat down casually.

"Meet me? I doubt it."

Percy stood ramrod straight, calmly looking at Ander in front of him, exuding an air of maturity beyond his years.

"We knew there would be a battle later, I just came to watch."

Ander scoffed. Bystanders? They probably want a piece of the spoils too.

"I've heard that in some games, you can't just kill minors, so the kids in those games are immortal."

"But this is reality. Do you think you're immortal?"

A deep, furious roar filled the room. Ander sat up straight and unleashed his dragon's might without restraint.

An unimaginable sense of oppression swept over Parcy. The bodyguard next to him wanted to do something, but found himself unable to move under such fear.

Have you ever experienced what it feels like to stick your head inside a tiger's mouth?

That deep red tongue is pressed against your ear, and sharp teeth are touching your neck. The next second, as soon as he closes his mouth, your slender neck will break like a reed.

That's how Percy feels now—a sense of powerlessness and fear that makes this child, created by science, experience fear for the first time.

Supporting himself on the table beside him, Percy gasped for breath under the immense pressure. His once azure pupils had turned golden, and the dragon blood within him was boiling, allowing him to resist Ander's dragon might.

"%..."

He tried to activate his Word of Power, but his teeth were clenched so tightly that he could only make a faint sound from his throat.

Ander looked at the two struggling under the dragon's might, and suddenly withdrew the dragon's might with great interest.

thump!

Thud!

Percy and his bodyguard could no longer control themselves and collapsed to the ground one after the other.

A tear rolled down Parsi's sweat-drenched cheek; the joy of surviving the ordeal brought tears to the child's eyes.

"It seems a bit too heavy..."

Ander muttered to himself, "Judging by age, Percy is only a middle school student. That last move seemed a bit too much."

"Okay, okay, come and wipe it off."

Ander tossed Percy a pack of tissues, listening to him sob softly. Slowly, the sobbing turned into choked sobs, and then it all stopped.

The boy who had just been frightened and cried has once again transformed into a noble young master of the Gattuso family.

"I think I went a bit too far just now. How about we do this?"

Ander admitted that he was a kind dragon, and he felt a little soft-hearted when he saw Percy's tears.

"You can work for me for now. When everything's over, how about I take you to take a picture with your spoils?"

Ander spoke in a tone that sounded like he was coaxing a child.

"You said yourself that you wanted to come and watch."

Rather than directly refusing, it's better to keep this young master by your side and keep an eye on him at all times.

It just so happens that Ander was getting a bit bored watching the teahouse all by himself, so it would be nice to have someone else to chat with.

Percy stood there stunned for a long time before answering:

"As you wish."

From that day on, a blond-haired, blue-eyed boy appeared at the Hexutong Teahouse, responsible for serving tea and water to Lao Hu and the others while they played mahjong.

For a long time afterward, Percy would shudder at the mere mention of the word "chat," God knows what he went through with Ender.

Chapter 103 A Minor Character

"Next, please welcome senior student Hu Xinyu to give a report..."

"Dear teachers and fellow students, hello everyone. I am a graduate of Shilan Middle School, Class of 19xx, and I am currently studying at Oxford University..."

Lu Mingfei listened to the senior student's report from below in a half-hearted manner. That senior student was the pride of Shilan Middle School in recent years. With her strong family background and superb intelligence, she jumped to the top and got into Oxford University.

But what does this have to do with him, a nobody in junior high? The only one who might continue the legend is the top student in junior high.

"Chu Zihang..."

He excels in all subjects, has outstanding athletic performance, and is also very handsome. If it weren't for the fact that his family background is slightly worse than those of the wealthy, he would definitely be the top student at Shilan Middle School.

"Hey, have some."

Lu Mingze, who was sitting next to Lu Mingfei, secretly took out a few strange-tasting broad beans and handed them to him. This little fat boy had gained a lot of weight these days, but unfortunately his skin was still dark.

Lu Mingze has a big appetite and likes to act cute with his aunt, so he gets more pocket money every month, but most of it ends up in his stomach.

Thanks.

While cracking open the broad beans his younger brother gave him, Lu Mingfei suddenly felt that his senior's tedious lecture wasn't so unbearable anymore.

While the two were snacking and slacking off, Chu Zihang, sitting in the front row, placed his hands on the table, sat up straight, and stared intently at the stage.

During this speech for the junior high school students, he was responsible for presenting flowers to the senior students later, but right now, Chu Zihang, who seemed serious, was actually daydreaming.

"I wonder if Dad will be home tonight?"

A year ago, Chu Tianjiao suddenly announced his promotion, moving from a small police station to the municipal bureau, but his position remained the same: deputy captain.

On the day of the promotion, the family went out for a meal together, but the father didn't seem very enthusiastic, probably because he was a little reluctant to leave the company where he had worked for so long.

After that day, my father became more relaxed. He no longer had to work the night shift or be called out by a phone call.

This made my mother very happy, as the two of them could finally have more time alone together. But recently, my father has become busy again. In his words, he has gotten used to working all the time, and with National Day approaching, he'll be even busier.

So what is Chu Tianjiao doing now?

He is killing people.

In Hexia Town, not far from Minzhou, a manhunt is underway. On a low hill not far from Hexia Town, a team of police officers is searching the mountain.

The villagers of Hexia Town gathered at a distance, discussing the matter animatedly.

"Martial arts novels are harmful. Chen Youcai became obsessed with them and killed the entire Zhang family."

"Didn't he say he wanted to be a great hero? How come he wiped out someone's entire family?"

"Who knew he was never like a human being from a young age, he was more like a monster..."

On the low hill, Chu Tianjiao was shouting through a megaphone:

"Chen Youcai, quickly give up resistance and come out to surrender. Think of your family and friends, and don't let them down."

A tree on the mountain swayed, and a hoarse voice came:

"You lackeys of the imperial court, what wrong have I done by upholding justice!"

Chu Tianjiao rubbed his temples, feeling a headache coming on. The person hiding on the mountain was a mixed-blood, the kind whose dragon blood was so thin it was almost nonexistent.

In the records of relevant departments, such mixed-race individuals are generally referred to as pseudo-mixed-race individuals. They may be slightly more outstanding than normal people in some aspects, but compared to the mixed-race individuals who are like Superman, they are still somewhat inferior.

Chen Youcai is such a fake mixed-race person. If he hadn't killed someone, he would never have met with the relevant authorities in his entire life.

"Attention all personnel! Suspect resisting arrest! Load live ammunition!"

The villagers in the distance watched the armed police officers raise their guns and began to discuss among themselves.

"They've got real guns now, Chen Youcai's finished."

“A life for a life. He didn’t even spare the ducks raised by the Zhang family. He deserved to die.”