Brass Dragons in the Dragon World

A van was parked directly opposite Shilan Middle School. The boss of the fishing organization, who really only had one eye, was sitting in the driver's seat, with a tall figure behind him.

"I...I'm going to drink...li."

He was a bald man with a burly physique, but he spoke with a stutter like a child.

Nobody knows his real name; everyone at the fish farm calls him Brother Dali. He was the only catch the fish farm had made in Minzhou this past month.

This guy was originally a gambling addict who gambled away his wife and children, got addicted to drugs, and finally came into contact with the Power Water, awakening his insignificant dragon blood.

This guy's brain has been ruined by drugs and dragon blood. Give him some strong water and he'd be willing to be a dog.

Sitting next to Brother Dali was a man who was in charge of recruiting people in the organization, or, to put it more politely, the personnel minister.

"Drink this, it's like a super-strength popcorn."

The personnel manager took out a small Amber bottle and handed it to Dali Ge. Dali Ge impatiently broke the Amber bottle open and poured the thick black liquid inside into his mouth.

The next second, he let out a painful howl, smoke came out of his mouth, he gasped for breath, and made disgusting vomiting sounds, but it was all too late.

A powerful dragon vein has entered his body through his mouth, and he will begin that unsuccessful evolution.

At this moment, the last batch of first-year junior high school students from Shilan Middle School had just walked out of the gate. Qian Xinxin stayed behind. He had been kept after school by the teacher today because he hadn't done his homework, but luckily he had someone to accompany him.

"Hurry up, I still want to go play at Uncle De's place."

Lu Mingfei urged his younger brother, Lu Mingze, to hurry up. Lu Mingze had forgotten to do his homework yesterday, and today he was caught red-handed copying his homework.

So the two of them were also kept after school by the teacher.

The one-eyed man sitting in the car watched Qian Xinxin come out, waited for him to turn a corner, then immediately started the car, turned it around, passed by the entrance of Shilan, and drove towards Qian Xinxin.

"Get down."

When they arrived at the entrance of Shilan Middle School, the personnel manager opened the car door and kicked Brother Dali out.

The van then accelerated and sped away.

Dali collapsed to the ground, his burly body trembling. What had just happened was so fast that the students and parents nearby hadn't even had time to react.

"Hey, how did someone fall out?"

An old man walked over and asked with concern:

"Are you OK?"

But Dali had no time to pay attention to any of that. He smelled a fragrance that reminded him of the braised pork his mother used to make when he was a child.

He suddenly felt the pain in his body disappear, replaced by an intense, agonizing hunger, an urgent urge to eat something.

Looking at the short, thin old man in front of him, he suddenly found the old fellow more pleasing to the eye.

It... must taste delicious.

"what!"

People who heard the screams turned around and saw the old man being pinned down, with a burly man tearing at his throat.

After drinking the blood, Dali felt a little better, but it wasn't enough. He could sense that something he longed for was waiting for him not far away.

He raised his blood-stained head and slowly shook it, trying to find his target among the crowd of onlookers.

Security at Shilan Middle School is not what it used to be; there are only a few elderly gatekeepers, and even after calling the police, they couldn't stop Dali's actions.

He followed the scent and saw his target: a handsome boy with a serious expression. He looked to be thirteen or fourteen years old, in the prime of his life.

Dali felt an impulse from the depths of his soul, and he rushed toward him impatiently, fantasizing about the pleasure of tearing his throat open.

"I ate...you."

He wanted to drink the child's blood, tear at his flesh, and suck his marrow; only in this way could he achieve further transcendence.

Chu Zihang had just finished his duty and was carrying his schoolbag, preparing to go home, when he heard a woman scream, followed by a rush of blood...

There was also a man stained with blood.

For a middle school student like Chu Zihang, there was simply no time to react; his last thought was:

"I can't go home for dinner..."

Thud...smack!

The sound of flesh colliding rang out, and Chu Zihang felt himself being protected in a warm embrace. He looked up and saw his father's familiar face.

"Don't touch my son."

He roared at Dali, who was already delirious, like a lion.

At that moment, the ordinary policeman in Chu Tianjiao's son's eyes suddenly became a towering figure. He shielded Chu Zihang with his body and then kicked Dali.

Chu Tianjiao, who was focused on his son's attack, didn't care about anything else. He had already used his Word of Power to get to Chu Zihang's side and kick him to block the attack.

But Dali, who was on drugs, was surprisingly resilient. He fell to the ground and crawled on his hands and feet, his fingernails digging into the cement, leaving bloody scratches.

Chu Tianjiao wouldn't give him a chance. He grabbed Dali's hands, knelt on his back, and pressed Dali down firmly.

"Call the police immediately, don't come any closer."

Chu Tianjiao shouted to the crowd of onlookers that he had just finished get off work and was still wearing his police uniform, which instantly convinced the people around him.

Now that Dali has begun to transform into Deadpool, Chu Tianjiao steeled his heart, knowing he could no longer let him continue down this path.

Where no one could see, Chu Tianjiao's eyes turned golden, and the next second, the world slowed down.

When the security guards arrived late with their weapons, Dali was already dead. Even Deadpool would die if his spine was broken.

Chu Tianjiao sat on Dali, panting heavily, supporting himself against the corpse to keep from collapsing. He had just been frantically striking the back of Dali's neck in a split second until Dali's spine was shattered.

The commotion was thus quelled.

Meanwhile, the one-eyed man, looking at the two children in the van, turned around and slapped one of his men.

"You can even arrest the wrong person, why don't you just die!"

Chapter 109 Leeches

One-Eye feels incredibly unlucky to have such a subordinate who can even arrest the wrong person.

"I told you to grab that chubby kid in front of you, not this guy."

One-Eyed glared at his subordinate through gritted teeth. If he didn't have to drive, he would have thrown the guy to feed the fish long ago.

"Boss... Boss, Qian Xinxin looks so much like him, I panicked and..."

"Then why did you arrest two more?"

One-Eyed roared, "This guy is a master at setting up schemes and deceiving people, but when it comes to physical confrontation, he's a coward."

"The skinny guy was holding onto the fat guy and wouldn't let go, so I had no choice but to grab them both."

"What the hell are you good for!"

Drug trafficking in China is dangerous enough, but to have subordinates like this on your hands, One-Eyed feels the organization is probably doomed.

We can recruit another batch of people from Southeast Asia later.

"Boss! Watch where you're going!"

The subordinates in the back row screamed; One-Eyed had been so engrossed in cursing that he almost crashed into a tree.

He quickly turned the steering wheel, narrowly avoiding the roadside trees that were speeding past.

"Fuck your mother."

One-Eyed cursed, and they had now driven away from the city center, heading towards the designated ceremony location.

Returning is impossible; all we can do is hope that these two children are qualified to become "sacrifices."

At this moment, Lu Mingfei and Lu Mingze were tied together and their mouths were gagged, so they could only watch as these two guys commented on them.

"Take the leeches out and test them."

One-Eyed, driving the car, gave instructions: they didn't have much time, but enough to complete the ceremony.

Upon hearing this, his subordinate pulled out a small box from under his seat, opened it, and found a glass bottle inside.

Inside was a leech soaking in some kind of liquid, curled up in a ball, motionless, like a specimen.

The subordinate took out a pair of tweezers and carefully removed the leech from the bottle.

As soon as the leech left the bottle, it began to writhe violently, its body contracting repeatedly as it tried to break free of its restraints.

Lu Mingze watched as the man next to him took a leech out of the bottle, then turned around with a lewd grin and put the leech on his arm.

Seeing this, the two children made whimpering noises and twisted their bodies trying to escape, but it was all in vain.

The leech's icy touch sent shivers down Lu Mingze's spine. The leech wriggled a few times, seemingly uninterested in Lu Mingze, and then stood up, trying to leave.

One-Eyed saw this scene in the rearview mirror and sighed.

"This fat guy won't do, let's get the skinny one."

The subordinate nodded, picked up the leech again, and casually asked:

"What should we do with this chubby kid?"

"Just get rid of it, just throw it into the sea."

One-Eye was speechless. If his double hadn't been killed by the cops, would he have brought this guy who wasn't even good at the job to kidnap people?

The subordinate nodded and brought the leech closer to Lu Mingfei. As it got closer to Lu Mingfei, the leech became noticeably more active, constantly stretching and contracting, and poking its head towards Lu Mingfei.

The moment the leech's cold body touched Lu Mingfei, it immediately clung to his arm and began sucking his blood.

As blood flowed in, the golden lines on the leech's back began to glow faintly. The one-eyed driver, watching the scene unfold in the back seat, was overjoyed.

"This skinny guy is good, even more suitable than Qian Sichuan."

Lu Mingfei, on the other hand, was clearly not so happy. He could feel the leech's cold, sticky body crawling on his arm, and its sharp teeth were cutting his skin.

The loss of blood and the tense atmosphere caused the junior high school student to fall into a state of psychological dizziness. He could feel his heart beating faster, his temples throbbing, and his brain spinning in his skull, making his vision blurry.

"Boss, this kid fainted from fright."

The subordinate looked helplessly at Lu Mingfei, who had fainted, and then looked at the one-eyed man driving in front of him. The one-eyed man waved his hand, signaling him to calm down.

"As long as he's not dead, don't overreact."