Dragon Clan: My Dad is Ange

His team members—all still alive but injured—were placed in plush leather seats, shock and confusion written all over their faces.

"What the hell is this made of?"

Maxson surveyed the cabin's interior with an engineer's eye. "I've never seen this alloy before."

Although he dropped out of school at the age of 20, he was a young genius who went to college at the age of 17. Especially in the field of materials, he had an extraordinary talent.

Seeing the alloy on the plane at this moment completely overturned his worldview. Just by relying on intuition, he could feel the lightness and toughness of this metal.

Yamada Shujin puffed out his chest proudly, like a tour guide at a museum:

"This is the Night Owl helicopter that my master personally modified. It's made of alchemical alloy and carbon nanotube composite materials, making it twenty-seven times stronger than an ordinary military helicopter.

Those golden lines are an alchemical matrix that can form a protective force field in an emergency.

"Wow, the Alchemy Matrix sounds like something from a wizard. Could it be that your master is the magic professor who obtained Woz?"

Belig whistled, turning the hunting knife between his fingers.

These slightly provocative words did not make Yamada Shujin angry. Such a fool would naturally be convinced after seeing the greatness of his master.

And after the other party is convinced, he will mention this matter repeatedly, making the other party feel ashamed.

This is a punishment technique for those who hate you, developed by a PhD in biology and psychology.

"You are right. My master is the greatest alchemist of this era."

He introduced it proudly with his chest puffed out.

"Oh, so this plane can defend against missiles, or something?" Belig expressed disdain.

"more than."

Yamada gave a mysterious smile.

"It can also hover at three thousand feet for forty-eight hours without refueling and reach a top speed of four hundred miles per hour. Of course, this is only the smallest part of my master's work."

The helicopter suddenly took off into the air, without the violent shaking of conventional aircraft, but as smoothly as an elevator rising.

Through the porthole, Rogerson saw the battlefield below shrinking rapidly, and the corpses and burning wreckage soon turned into insignificant black dots.

"Where are we going?"

Chef Hiro asked, speaking with a lisp from his missing front teeth.

"Go meet my master, Mr. Ye Fan."

Yamada Shujin's golden pupils were particularly eye-catching in the dim cabin.

"You are very lucky. He may transform you personally. Remember this honor. It will be the most memorable moment of your life."

There was undisguised jealousy in his tone, as if these scarred mercenaries had received some extraordinary gift.

The flight lasted about three hours.

As the helicopter began its descent, Rogerson looked out the window and saw a vast expanse of blue—they were over the Pacific Ocean.

Then, an isolated island appeared in sight. Lush vegetation surrounded a towering stone castle, and its spires and arches shone with a strange luster in the sunlight.

"Welcome to the 'Isle of New Life,' as my master has just named it. It cost my master $5000 million to purchase it, though it seems insignificant to him."

Yamada Shujin announced:

"Spanning 7,000 square meters, the central building is a complex of alchemical laboratories modeled after medieval style."

The helicopter landed on the helipad next to the castle.

The hatch opened, and six male and female servants in black and white uniforms were waiting in line.

To Rogerson's surprise, the pilot took off his helmet and sunglasses and quickly changed into a neat butler's outfit.

"Please follow me."

Yamada Shujin adjusted his bow tie and made an elegant "please" gesture. "The master has been waiting for a long time."

The castle gate was twenty feet high, made of oak with intricate metal patterns inlaid on it.

As the door slid silently open to both sides, a smell mixed with ancient books, spices and some strange metallic scent hit me in the face.

The interior is even more spacious than it appears from the outside.

A crystal chandelier hung from the fifty-foot-high dome, and thousands of crystal prisms broke the sunlight into rainbow-colored spots, which sprinkled on the Persian carpet covering the entire hall.

In the center was a long oak table that could seat thirty people, and the silver cutlery gleamed in the candlelight.

At the main seat at the end of the long table, a slender figure stood up.

"Welcome, gentlemen."

The voice was as deep and melodious as a cello. The man was wearing an impeccably tailored black suit, and the sapphire lapel pin on his chest shone in the light like a living thing.

As he walked toward the group, Rogerson noticed that his steps were incredibly light, as if he was not bound by gravity.

"I'm Ye Fan."

The man extended his hand, his palm warm and dry. "I'm sorry I can't receive you somewhere more comfortable, but the secret party's surveillance is everywhere."

"Although I am confident that I can control their surveillance, your daily activities will be restricted. For volunteers, I always adhere to the principle of providing them with the best living conditions."

Rogerson bowed awkwardly. "Thank you for saving my life, sir. Your servant saved our entire team."

Ye Fan's mouth curled up into a perfect arc:

"It's my honor. The courage and character you've shown are worthy of respect."

His gaze swept across the faces of each mercenary, his obsidian eyes seeming to be able to see through people's hearts.

Ye Fan reached out and helped Rogerson up.

"I was hoping for people who were physically strong and determined, but if they have good character, I feel I should respect them.

And you deserve my respect."

He brushed the dust off Rogerson, his tone gentle yet forceful.

As he spoke word by word, everyone felt a little more relaxed, as if an invisible force was nourishing their bodies.

Looking at the comfortable expressions of the people under the creation of life, Ye Fan smiled slightly, and he slightly opened his right hand and made an inviting gesture.

"Please take a seat. I think you must be hungry."

Following Ye Fan's signal, the servants took action silently.

The first appetizer was oysters served in ice sculptures, each adorned with caviar and gold leaf.

"These are New Zealand Marlborough oysters, served with Siberian sturgeon caviar and edible gold leaf," Ye Fan explained. "The gold leaf has been treated with alchemical treatment to help the body absorb nutrients faster."

The mercenaries looked at each other in bewilderment. They were used to the compressed biscuits and canned food on the battlefield and were at a loss for what to do with this exquisite cuisine.

Chapter 201 The Future of Hybrids

As the chef, Hiro was the first to react. He imitated Ye Fan and put the oysters into his mouth with a special fork.

"Fuck!" his eyes widened. "It exploded in my mouth!"

Ye Fan chuckled:

"It's the chemical reaction in your mouth between the sweetness of the sea and the salty aroma of the caviar. Next is the foie gras with fig jam..."

Dishes came one after another: truffle cream soup, seared bluefin tuna, slow-cooked veal cheek... Each dish was accompanied by Ye Fan's detailed explanation and corresponding wine.

The mercenaries went from being reserved at first to being completely immersed in the enjoyment of the food. Even the most taciturn Duke couldn't help but sigh with satisfaction.

"And finally, dessert."

Ye Fan clapped his hands, and the servant brought a dome-shaped lid covered with gold foil:

"Chocolate Lava Cake, with a liquid alchemical chocolate center, boosts dopamine."

"Hopefully it will give you some more strength back."

When the last coffee and handmade chocolate were served, Ye Fan's expression became serious:

"Now, let's get down to business."

He snapped his fingers, the lights in the hall dimmed, and an image of a vast starry sky was suddenly projected onto the dome.

The stars began to move, forming the shape of a giant dragon.

"You are mercenaries, and you've undoubtedly heard rumors of half-bloods on the battlefield, but these rumors are truly confusing. Therefore, before you begin your volunteer activities, I have the obligation to explain all the rules of the activity to you."

Ye Fan looked formal, like a pastor devoutly reciting the Bible in his hand.

"Dragons are the oldest intelligent creatures on Earth. Some say they are perfect beings, possessing robust bodies, immense strength, and a variety of incredible abilities."

Ye Fan's voice echoed in the darkness.

"They helped create human civilization and have also tried to destroy it. To them, humans are lambs, commodities to be herded."

"Now, the dragon king is awakening."

The image changes to show humans battling dragon-like creatures.

"Hybrids, descendants of dragons and humans. They're my kind. We possess powers beyond those of ordinary humans, but we also carry a curse."

"The birth of hybrids was a sin from the very beginning. The ancient human superiors offered the young girl to the dragon."

"A giant dragon and a young girl gave birth to the first generation of hybrids. However, those first-generation hybrids often became insane due to the excessive dragon blood content, becoming monsters with only killing instincts—Deadpool."

"It took countless rounds of optimization and improvement, constantly selecting milder breeds, and breeding generation after generation to finally have the huge hybrid system we have today."

"And all of this is done to kill the dragons, so that humans, the creatures the dragons call 'lambs,' can seize the power and right to survive from their masters."

Ye Fan's eyes flashed golden light in the darkness.

"Golden eyes are proof of bloodline."

His golden eyes shone brightly, brighter than the chandelier above his head, like the sun rising in the darkness, occupying the sky in an instant.

The members of the mercenary team looked at those eyes in fascination. The power and authority contained in them made them fear and admire them at the same time.

"You must have heard the term 'half-blood' on the battlefield and understand the power they possess."

"Because dragon blood flows through their bodies, even the weakest hybrids have physical qualities far exceeding those of ordinary people."

"In addition, the power of dragon blood can also give them the ability to mobilize a certain amount of natural power. We call this ability—the Word Spirit."