Brass Dragons in the Dragon World

Lu Mingfei was taken home by Chu Zihang, while Ander took out his phone and made a call to a number.

"Hey Ronald, do you have some time lately?"

"Just finished work and on vacation? That's great."

"No, I'm still in China. There's something I need your help with."

Ander slumped on the sofa, scratching his calf. The feeling was quite novel, since it wasn't easy for a dragon's hand to touch a calf.

“I have a nephew who’s going to study in the US. How about you take him to New York for a couple of days? I’ll definitely reimburse you. You can name your price.”

"That's great! Our flight arrives in the US the day after tomorrow at 2 PM Eastern Time. Remember to come!"

Meanwhile, Ronald Don lay in bed, having just retrieved a gold sculpture from the rainforests of South America, resting in a small apartment in Brooklyn, New York.

He recalled his phone call with Ander earlier, realizing that he was planning to take a break for a while and that it wouldn't hurt to take a sidekick and have some fun in New York.

The main advantage is that you don't have to pay for it yourself.

"What's so interesting about New York..."

As a Chinese American who grew up in the United States, Ronald Tang always thought New York was terrible. Perhaps he could let Ander's nephew see the robbers and drug addicts who roam the night, although most of the time they mean the same thing.

This might teach that young man a lesson, such as not going out at night in New York.

It was nine o'clock in the morning in the United States. Ronald Don, or rather Old Don, who was disturbed by Ander's phone call, was already wide awake. He got up, rolled around in the small room, put on a short-sleeved shirt, and went out.

"I'd like a coffee and a cappuccino."

“It is commendable.”

In the café downstairs in the apartment building, a voluptuous waitress was correcting Old Tang's pronunciation.

“Emma, ​​I’m not in France, this is free New York, don’t mind this little difference.”

Old Tang stretched, the English for croissants had a peculiar "r" sound that he always mispronounced, and the French waitress seemed quite bothered by it, saying in her own words:

"This concerns my dignity as a Frenchman."

Old Tang didn't know when croissants and dignity had become associated, but he had to admit that this cafe was quite good, both in terms of coffee and bread. Of course, the most outstanding person was the waitress Emma.

Although this girl has only been working here for a few months, many young people around her are attracted by her beautiful face and generous heart.

Old Tang had helped her get rid of several harassments, and Emma was grateful and always gave Old Tang some small favors in return.

For example, a small cupcake.

"How does it taste?"

According to Emma, ​​she wanted to open a cupcake shop nearby and first asked Old Tang to do some research.

Old Tang took a bite, and an explosive sweetness burst in his mouth. The cream on top was definitely made with the real deal, plunging Old Tang into a sweet bomb.

He hurriedly picked up his coffee and took a sip to suppress the sweetness in his mouth.

"It's a bit too sweet, even for Americans."

"Okay, actually I added some lemon to cut through the richness, but it doesn't seem to have much effect."

Emma was a little disappointed. She tidied up the cups and plates that Old Tang had used and walked towards the kitchen.

Upon entering the kitchen, her smiling face turned serious. She carefully placed the cups and plates into a sealed bag and handed it to a man waiting in the kitchen.

Emma glanced outside with lingering fear, and only breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that Old Tang had already left.

She was a fourth-year student at Kassel College and had been designated as an agent by the Executive Department. Her first task was to find a way to get close to Old Tang and gain his trust, or even his affection, as much as possible.

Monitoring a dragon king is an absolute SS-level mission. At first, Emma thought the Execution Department had gone mad, but later she found that the mission was relatively safe, so she gradually began to enjoy it.

That evening, at the New York command center of the executive branch, Emma, ​​now dressed in a suit, reported at a meeting:

"That Dragon King is very insensitive to feelings between men and women. I suspect he doesn't like women at all."

The commissioners sat around a conference table, listening to Emma's report.

Another commissioner stood up, and a slide was projected onto the screen.

“We questioned Ronald Don’s classmates and analyzed his life trajectory, and found that this Dragon King tribute has never had sexual intercourse and is almost thirty years old.”

"We might infer that he has no interest in humans."

A man who appeared to be in charge nodded repeatedly and said to his secretary beside him:

"Add the criterion of whether someone is a dragon to the criteria of being over 25 years old and has not yet had sexual intercourse."

Another commissioner stood up and raised a serious question:

"Emma's seduction was ineffective; I suggest we get a male agent instead."

In the subsequent meeting, everyone had a long discussion about whether Lao Tang was a 1 or a 0, and they also thoroughly analyzed the dragon race's reproductive methods.

After the meeting, the supervisor patted Emma on the shoulder and said earnestly:

"Commissioner Emma, ​​your mission is very important, so please do your best."

Emma thought for a moment and then asked the question she most wanted to know.

"Manager, what if I sleep with Lao Tang?"

The supervisor pulled a bunch of small umbrellas out of his pocket and stuffed them into Emma's hands, giving her a look that suggested he was a very conscientious young comrade.

"Then take proper safety precautions."

"This is produced by the Equipment Department, so there will absolutely be no leaks."

Chapter 129 Ascending

John F. Kennedy International Airport, New York, USA.

This is an international aviation hub, with countless people coming and going, flying to all parts of the world.

Lu Mingfei pulled a suitcase through customs and met up with Ander, who had been waiting outside for a long time.

"How are you feeling? Do you need to rest?"

When Ander asked, Lu Mingfei shook his head repeatedly. He had slept long enough on the plane and was now full of energy, eager to see what Times Square looked like.

"That's good. I've arranged for someone, a New York native, to show you around here."

Lu Mingfei felt a little nervous. An image of a blond, blue-eyed foreigner speaking fluent American English appeared in his mind. He couldn't help but recall the three hundred common phrases he had learned in class years ago.

At the arrivals gate, a man wearing a baseball cap stood there, holding up a piece of paper with a single Chinese character written on it:

“路”

Ander looked around for a moment, then pointed at the man and said:

"Look, that's the person."

Lu Mingfei looked in the direction of the voice and saw that the man in the baseball cap looked very familiar; he seemed to have seen a picture of him somewhere before.

"Ronald, long time no see. Looks like you've been making a lot of money lately."

Ander walked over, patted Old Tang on the shoulder, and greeted him in Chinese.

Lu Mingfei secretly breathed a sigh of relief. The other party also seemed to be of Chinese descent, which would make communication much easier.

“This is my nephew, Lu Mingfei. Mingfei, this is Ronald Tang, my friend.”

Ander pulled Lu Mingfei aside, and Lu Mingfei and Lao Tang stared at each other for a moment before suddenly pointing at each other and shouting:

"It's you!"

"It's you!"

Ander leaned closer and asked, feigning ignorance:

"You...know each other."

Old Tang took off his baseball cap, gave Lu Mingfei a big bear hug, and turned to Ander, saying:

"I knew there weren't many people with the surname Lu, but I didn't expect you guys to actually know each other. This guy and I are online friends."

Lu Mingfei, standing to the side, nodded repeatedly and hurriedly said:

"Yes, yes, we met while playing StarCraft."

Ander said with a sigh:

"What a coincidence, I met Ronald by playing board games."

After saying that, he pulled Lao Tang over and left Lu Mingfei aside.

"Mingfei, wait a moment, I need to speak with Ronald for a bit."

Turning to Old Tang, he handed him a bank card and said:

"It's great that you two know each other. There's some money in here, the password is on the back, consider it activity funds."

Old Tang didn't stand on ceremony. As a bounty hunter, the most important thing for him was to get paid to do his job. Besides, he could play with his friends and get paid, so why not?

"There's one more thing."

Ander lowered his voice, trying his best to keep Lu Mingfei from hearing him.

"My nephew just broke up with his girlfriend and is in a lot of pain right now."

Old Tang nodded and said in a low voice:

"Then I'll take him to Six Flags amusement park. The roller coasters there are absolutely thrilling."

Ander made a disappointed expression, clearly dissatisfied with Old Tang's arrangement.

"No, you're an adult, you should know about those places where you can find women."

Old Tang nodded. Many of his colleagues liked to spend money on women, and thanks to them, he did know quite a few places to release his lust.

"Take him to a place like that, order him a beautiful, curvy girl, and once he's had his fill, he won't remember the breakup."

Old Tang was taken aback. He was born into a conservative Chinese family and had never seen anything so exciting.

what is this?

Uncle took his nephew to a brothel?

Ander took out a red envelope and stuffed it into Old Tang's hand.