Brass Dragons in the Dragon World

In fact, the relevant departments did not support Ender's plan at first, as it was too risky and too crazy.

But there is no doubt about Ander's abilities; he may be the only creature in China capable of emerging unscathed from the Nibelungen.

Coupled with Andre's absurdly high seniority, this brass dragon, relying on its age and seniority, finally pushed this crazy plan forward.

"They're out! They're out!"

"Looking at the figures on the monitor," one of the staff members shouted.

"Report your location!"

"Jianye Road Exit of Minzhou No. 1 Expressway".

"Immediately send nearby specialists to provide assistance."

The order was quickly passed down, but someone immediately cried out.

"There are two other people who look very familiar."

"Isn't this Chu Tianjiao?"

Everyone in the monitoring room stared at the familiar figure on the screen, puzzled.

"Wasn't Chu Tianjiao in the second reserve group? How did he end up in Nibelungen?"

Chaos erupted in the monitoring room. Perhaps it was the joy of victory, but these usually stern specialists started chatting. The topic had shifted from Lu Lao's successful dragon slaying once again to how handsome Chu Tianjiao's son was.

"Quiet, quiet!"

A man who looked like a leader had to work hard to calm down the crowd. These front-line troops were all descendants of the Bronze Dragon, and their factions were all somewhat chaotic, often disobeying the rules and acting recklessly.

Chu Tianjiao was transferred to a medical vehicle by a specialist from the relevant department. Chu Zihang sat next to him, unwilling to be separated for even a moment.

Ander then got into another car and said to the commissioner inside:

"Take me back to the Xutong Tea House."

The commissioner in front nodded in agreement, and the car slowly started moving, heading into the distance through the wind and rain.

The dark clouds that had obscured the sky gradually dispersed, the howling wind subsided, and the bright North Star appeared in the sky.

The air, thick with moisture, smelled damp. Andrew sat in the car, weighing the pros and cons of this operation.

"Leave the bootleg Gungnir here, but take the mask back for some research..."

The divine power within the spear is almost exhausted, but there's no guarantee there won't be any problems. It's better to leave it in China; it'll be convenient to use it whenever needed.

The alchemical runes in the mask, if given to the people at Kassel College, might be able to be analyzed and revealed.

"Hey young man, let's have a chat. You can help me write this report while you're at it."

When Ander saw that there was someone else sitting in the passenger seat, he immediately became interested. After a fierce battle, he needed to chat to relax.

So, as the car slowly started moving, Ander began talking about how Qian Sichuan ate the Ghost-Toothed Dragon Viper, and continued all the way to how Meteor Strike beat Odin.

"Mr. Lu, your story is quite legendary."

The commissioner took notes of what Ander said in his notebook, blatantly flattering Ander before changing the subject.

"But please don't launch a nuclear bomb domestically next time."

Ander scratched his cheek, realizing he had indeed been a bit reckless this time. He quickly waved his hand dismissively:

"Then next time I'll blow up the Japanese devils."

When you, Ander, did consider dropping two more nuclear bombs on the island nation, you were too busy at the time and didn't have the chance.

You asked him what he was busy with?

Busy getting his head shaved.

At this moment, in the already ruined Nibelungen, a blond, blue-eyed man stood beside Odin's corpse.

He took out a hunting knife, cut open the corpse's stomach, and pulled out a shrunken monster from the spine. The bizarre creature had sharp claws and a long tail, and looked like a facehugger from Alien.

"The Holy Remains are finally in our hands."

Chapter 117 Bait

An De returned to the Hexutong Teahouse in a car. As soon as he got out of the car, Su Qiming came over.

"How are the two children?"

"She received some psychological counseling and is now asleep."

Ander nodded and gestured to the agent in the back. The agent in the passenger seat breathed a sigh of relief and sped away from Ander.

There was no way around it; Ander was just too good at bragging, and the commissioner couldn't stand it anymore.

Upon entering the teahouse, Pascal Gattuso lay sprawled on the table, surrounded by a group of officials from relevant departments.

"This is a necessary measure to prevent foreign friends from doing anything irrational."

Su Qiming explained that at such an important moment, they certainly couldn't let others interfere, especially the Gattuso family, who were always causing trouble.

“We also monitor other Gattuso people.”

Ander nodded in satisfaction. Due to Percy's sudden arrival, the relevant departments had assigned half of their personnel to monitor... ah, not protect them, and it seemed to be working quite well.

"You've worked hard, you can go back now."

Watching the commissioners leave, Ander shook Percy, who was slumped over the table. Percy got up and rubbed his eyes.

"Mr. Ender, have you won?"

Ander didn't say anything, but took out the mask that Odin was wearing from his pocket and waved it in front of Percy's eyes.

"Odin's mask."

Percy swallowed hard, a hint of longing flashing in his eyes, but he quickly and rationally restrained his desire, standing up and bowing to Ander.

"Congratulations, Mr. Ander."

Ander shrugged. He didn't care how things turned out; he was actually in the mood for a chat, so he simply began:

"Let me tell you about what happened today."

Even after a long time, Percy can still recall that night, when Ender was drinking Pepsi and chatting with him, with a bright starry sky and a gentle breeze outside the window.

It's really...

...Annoying.

Yes, imagine someone who can repeat the same thing over and over again thirty times, staring at you with a threatening look, while boasting about their achievements in incomprehensible language, and asking you if you're very capable.

If Percy hadn't finally succumbed to sleep, Ender's conversation would probably have lasted all night.

After all, Ander wasn't a traditional brass dragon. His kin could chat for three days and three nights straight, and they wouldn't allow their conversation partners to run away, otherwise they would bury them in the ground until they were satisfied.

The next day, Lu Gucheng came to Hexutong Teahouse to pick up Lu Mingze and Lu Mingfei. He already knew about their kidnapping and was truly relieved that his son and nephew had returned unharmed.

At Ander's request, the authorities did not erase the two brothers' memories. Later, as they grew older, the two brothers carefully discussed the matter and concluded that they must have encountered a pervert who liked to engage in SM.

Otherwise, why would he tie himself up, strip naked, and put leeches on himself?

Thus, this past event became a dark chapter in their history that neither of them wanted to revisit. Many years later, whenever he woke up in the middle of the night, Lu Mingze, who had grown up considerably, would touch his buttocks and marvel at how timely the police had been, otherwise his virginity would have been in danger.

As for Percy, after obtaining Ander's permission, he took a photo with Odin's golden mask as evidence of his social practice in China.

Although the Gattuso family gained nothing, the hotel still needed to be built. From now on, the area near the highway will no longer be a restricted zone, and Minzhou City is preparing to develop tourism in the vicinity.

Later, due to its distance from the city center, the Gattuso family's hotel went bankrupt in less than a year, becoming a well-known unfinished building in the area, which also added a few more gray hairs to the head of Frost Gattuso, who was in charge of the housekeeping.

Two weeks later, Percy reluctantly left China after concluding his business talks. Even though chatting with Ander was indeed painful, he had also seen a different kind of scenery here.

Under Lu Mingze's guidance, the Italian registered a QQ account and became the Italian pen pal that Lu Mingze mentioned.

This chubby boy often flaunted Percy's photo to deceive people, using the pretense of introducing pen pals to get closer to the girls in his class. However, because Percy spoke Mandarin so well, Lu Mingze's plans repeatedly failed.

Lu Mingfei didn't care about any of that. With the help of the computer in the Ander Tea House, he met a guy whose Battle.net avatar was a panda. According to him, his name was Lao Tang, he was an American of Chinese descent, and he was currently working as a bounty hunter.

However, Lu Mingfei didn't believe a single word he read online. He felt that this "Old Tang" was probably just some shut-in uncle who spent his days playing video games at home.

Having dealt with Odin, Ander was unwilling to spend any more time on that brat Lu Mingfei. After spending the National Day holiday in Minzhou, he couldn't wait to return to Kassel College, where a child was waiting for him at home.

Hexutong Teahouse was handed over to Old Hu next door for management. After obtaining Ande's permission, Old Hu simply moved some of his antiques over, merging the two shops into one, and continued his business of swindling people.

Meanwhile, at the Gattuso estate in Italy, Pompeii lay sprawled on the sofa, listening to Pasi recount the events, and casually picked up the photograph Pasi handed him.

The boy in the photo has no expression, but his eyes reveal an undisguised smile. Next to him is an ancient golden mask, which is badly damaged, as if it had suffered some terrible attack.

"That's terrifying. Dropping a nuclear bomb into the Nibelungen, driving a self-destructing car towards Odin, is Mr. Ender a bomb maniac?"

Pompeii casually picked up a grape, popped it into his mouth, and then complained:

"Completely different from Principal Angers' style, very violent."

Percy stood to the side, his tall, slender body ramrod straight, listening quietly to Pompeii's instructions.

"You did a good job this time. Go downstairs and get a check-up at the medical department first."

Percy didn't move, a puzzled look on his face.

“Father, I don’t understand. I didn’t do anything this time.”

Pompeii looked at Percy, who had suddenly asked a question. This was unusual for the boy; usually, Percy would just follow orders like a robot.

"You did a great job on the task and attracted most of the attention."

A hint of hesitation flashed across Percy's face, but he finally spoke and asked:

"What exactly does that family want?"

A hint of impatience flashed across Pompeii's face. He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his golden pupils were lit up.

"This is not something you should know."

Faced with Pompeii's pressure, Pasi lowered his head, bowed, and turned to leave Pompeii's room.

"Are feelings starting to develop? Is that a good thing or a bad thing?"

Pompeii stroked the stubble on his chin and pondered, but such thinking was meaningless. For an experimental subject who wouldn't live long, whether or not he had emotions would not affect the outcome of the experiment.

Chapter 118 Chatting Should Not Be Interrupted