Brass Dragons in the Dragon World

Chu Tianjiao, holding the samurai sword Murasame, was about to head up the mountain when his deputy stopped him.

"Captain Chu, would you like a bucket?"

Chu Tianjiao glanced at the rocket launcher in the trunk of the car and shook his head.

"I'll use the knife instead."

The next second, Chu Tianjiao disappeared from his deputy's sight. The deputy shrugged. These guys who had studied abroad all had a bad habit: they liked to fight hand-to-hand with enemies while carrying knives. This was probably just the campus culture in Kassel.

Chen Youcai hid behind a tree, carefully avoiding the people searching the mountain. He didn't know what he had done wrong; he was just trying to eradicate evil completely.

If we can view the extermination of an entire family as the elimination of evil.

Chen Youcai is a farmer near Hexia Town. He is considered an outsider in the area and makes a living by farming.

This guy was strong since he was a child. He would occasionally help carry bricks at the town's construction site to earn some extra money. It was during this process that he came into contact with some martial arts.

For Chen Youcai, the Chen family was a minor clan in the village, so they were often bullied by the major clans. Sometimes, Chen Youcai was no match for them. Because of this, he always hoped that he could be like a chivalrous hero and beat up those who bullied him.

But for this man, being a knight-errant was just a fantasy, until one day, he and his coworkers went to a newly opened KTV, and someone handed him a bottle of something good.

It was a bottle of cough syrup that looked a bit cloudy. The man said he had added some good stuff to it. After drinking it, Chen Youcai felt dizzy and a surge of anger rose up inside him that he couldn't suppress.

On his way home, he saw the Zhang family's child stealing the vegetables he had grown. Old and new grudges surged up in his heart, and he felt that he was incredibly strong. He grabbed the child and rushed into the Zhang family's house.

The next day, when the villagers arrived at Zhang's newly built house, they found it a scene of carnage, with corpses strewn everywhere and blood flowing all over the ground. People ranged from sixty-year-old elders to ten-year-old children, and even Zhang's dogs and ducks were all dead.

“I did nothing wrong, I did nothing wrong… If you don’t cut the weeds at the root, they will grow back stronger in the spring.”

Chen Youcai muttered to himself, his originally black eyes now covered with a layer of golden light, which flickered like an unstable light bulb.

"A true hero should punish evil and uphold justice."

A rustling sound of footsteps on the ground reached Chen Youcai's ears. He gripped the kitchen knife in his hand and looked warily in the direction from which the sound came.

But it was too late.

"who!……"

Chen Youcai felt himself flying high into the air, his body becoming incredibly light. Below him was a headless corpse. Who was that?

Oh, it was me.

"So fast..."

His lips moved, trying to utter the right lines, but he couldn't; all he could hear was a sentence coming from below.

Praise be to Bahamut.

Chu Tianjiao, holding the Bahamut emblem, stood beside Chen Youcai's corpse.

In order to gain Bahamut's protection, he had been hunting high-risk hybrids during this period, and after each hunt, he would add a comment:

Praise be to Bahamut.

He could already sense a strange power gathering within the divine emblem, increasing with each kill he made.

However, this time, there seems to be no movement.

"What is he? He's just a nobody."

Chapter 104 Fishing Grounds

On the low hill, a headless corpse lay on the ground, blood flowing from its neck, staining the ground red.

Chu Tianjiao stood to the side, the Village Rain sword in his hand absorbing the moisture in the air, causing water droplets to form on the silver-white blade, washing away the bloodstains.

"Captain Chu, you've acted impulsively again."

The deputy walked over, looking at Chu Tianjiao with a headache as he deftly sheathed his sword. Blood was everywhere on the ground, and he didn't know how to clean it up later.

Chu Tianjiao scratched his head, his once neat hairstyle now a jumbled mess.

"Oh dear, I didn't want to, but I just couldn't stop myself."

For the sake of social stability, relevant departments generally do not make the scene too bloody when carrying out missions, but Chu Tianjiao is an exception. Every mission involves chopping off heads.

Coupled with the powerful acceleration spell: Time Zero, the target's head usually flies quite far away, causing some trouble for the mission.

In truth, Chu Tianjiao didn't want to either, but the education he received from Principal Angers back then had such a profound impact on him that he could never control himself. He could still remember the principal slashing open the mixed-race man's neck with a folding knife and turning to say to him:

"Remember, cutting the carotid artery is the most effective method."

Unfortunately, Chu Tianjiao wasn't using a folding knife, but a longer samurai sword, so the throat-slitting turned into a beheading.

"Sorry, sorry, I'll treat you to dinner this weekend."

Chu Tianjiao apologized repeatedly, and his deputy shuddered when he heard the word "dinner".

This boss is top-notch in combat ability, but he's also top-notch in his tolerance for spicy food. I had a meal with him once, and the next day I was limping after going to the toilet.

"No, no need, Captain Chu, I still have to rush to finish my report."

"Alright, let's call it a day."

Chu Tianjiao had completed his mission and was in a good mood. At this time, he could go home and cook a meal for his wife and children.

As for how Chen Youcai awakened the dragon bloodline, or why his personality changed drastically and he killed his entire family, these were not questions Chu Tianjiao needed to consider.

Chu Tianjiao's department is currently mainly responsible for eliminating those high-risk hybrids; other matters are the responsibility of other departments.

At the same time, Su Qiming, who was tracking the Crow gang, looked at the report in his hand and sighed.

It was through information obtained from the crows that the relevant departments discovered just how unscrupulous these guys were.

This Odin-worshipping organization was named "Fish Ground" by the authorities because of their trade in Ghosttooth Vipers.

The core members of the fishing grounds are few in number, but they have done a lot of bad things: drug trafficking, smuggling, and human trafficking. They shouldn't be unknown.

However, this organization was well hidden, with its members communicating via the internet and having influence in Southeast Asia, which is why it went undetected.

However, if you are determined to look for it, you can find some clues, such as the cough syrup found in Hexia Town today.

This cough syrup, colloquially known as "Dali Shui" (meaning "Great Strength Water"), has a certain degree of addictiveness. However, Chen Youcai's loss of control was not due to the cough syrup, but rather to a substance present in very small amounts within it:

Dragon veins.

"According to Mr. Ander, the dragon vein is an extract of the blood of the dragon race, which will stimulate the dragon blood in the bodies of hybrids."

Su Qiming muttered to himself, scratching the scales on his face. The scales were a little soft, indicating that he had been lacking trace elements recently. He wondered what he could eat to supplement zinc.

On the table was a stack of files detailing food poisoning incidents that had occurred during the three months since Su Qiming was transferred there.

According to the test, the dragon vein contained in that bottle of cough syrup is extremely rare. Mixed-bloods may go out of control if they come into contact with it, but ordinary people will have an adverse reaction if they come into contact with it, resulting in diarrhea or vomiting.

As he examined the files, Su Qiming frowned. According to the hospital's statistics, the number of people suffering from food poisoning had increased by two percentage points in the past month.

What's even more interesting is that most of these people experienced food poisoning after engaging in entertainment at karaoke bars or nightclubs.

"Why would they allow something like this to flood the market? What are they trying to do?"

In China, most mixed-race people are under state control, and given China's extremely strict anti-drug efforts, it is very difficult for them to come into contact with drugs on a daily basis.

The only ones who could possibly come into contact with such a thing are pseudo-hybrids with diluted bloodlines.

Thinking of this, Su Qiming found the action records of the relevant departments during this period, which would record any out-of-control mixed-race individuals.

"Sure enough, there have been more incidents of violence."

In China, due to the existence of dragon descendants, there are relatively few cases of people crossing the bloodline threshold and becoming high-risk hybrids. However, in the past month alone, there have been three or four incidents of pseudo-hybrids injuring people.

This matter has actually attracted the attention of those above. Those leaders have recently been discussing whether or not to establish files for pseudo-mixed-race individuals, but they have not yet discovered the problems behind this matter.

"What exactly are they trying to do?"

Just as Su Qiming accepted Ander's mission and was working hard to organize the capture of the fishing grounds, two people were meeting in a small hotel near Shilan Middle School.

“Boss, Qian Sichuan is dead. I never expected him to eat the Ghost-Toothed Dragon Viper.”

The man called Boss was slumped on the sofa, sitting there with an imposing air, looking dignified and authoritative.

"He's dead, but his son is still alive."

The subordinate was taken aback; as expected, there was a reason why the boss chose this place for the rendezvous.

"But he's just a child..."

“He is the most suitable one we have found in the past month. Besides, once he has been given the medicine, who cares about the child?”

Qian Sichuan's son, Qian Xinxin, was not born to him and his wife. Because of this, after Qian Sichuan's death, Qian Xinxin and his mother did not receive a penny and are still living in Minzhou.

Because Qian Sichuan paid his tuition in advance, Qian Xinxin is still studying at Shilan Middle School. He has become much quieter. His mother told him that he will transfer schools at the end of this semester and go back to his mother's home with her.

"I don't understand, Boss. What's so special about Qian Sichuan? Why must he be the sacrifice?"

The boss stood up, sunlight streaming through the gaps in the curtains onto his face. It was a dark face, one eye was cloudy and appeared to be unable to see, and there were horrifying scars on the skin next to it, as if some creature had torn his cheek.

“Don’t ask. God chose him. He died, and God used his son.”

"Ming...understand."

The subordinate lowered his head, knowing that his boss, nicknamed One-Eyed Boss, was a ruthless man who had once thrown his underling into a tank of dragon vipers and watched him be bitten to death.

"Get this done as soon as possible. There will be a typhoon in a week, which will be the perfect time."

The subordinate nodded. He had done this kind of thing many times before, so conning a junior high school student was a piece of cake.

"By the way, boss, what does Qian Xinxin look like?"

"He's a chubby little black guy. I'll give you a picture later."

At Shilan Middle School, Lu Mingze, who was listening to a lecture, suddenly shivered.

Chapter 105 The Shoemaker Gattuso

Inside the Hexu Teahouse, Ander stared intently at Percy, the boy dressed in a sharp suit, too afraid to move.

"No, no, it doesn't match at all."

Ander shook his head. This outfit—a suit and tie, with his hair styled like an adult's—was really too incompatible with his teahouse.

This kind of attire is appropriate for a high-end restaurant, with a towel draped over one's hand, recommending the 1982 Lafite to guests in fluent French, and incidentally soliciting a tip from a wealthy woman.

"Wait a minute, I have another set of Russian student uniforms here. That would suit you better."