Dragon Clan: My Dad is Ange

Everyone began to feel that Ye Fan was showing off to them how powerful the mixed-bloods were.

After all, they are ordinary people, and they certainly cannot possess the same great power as these fellows who carry the blood of mythical creatures...

But then Ye Fan changed the subject.

"I can make you all half-bloods, and the ones standing at the top of the pyramid."

The hall fell into deathly silence.

Rogerson could hear his own heartbeat.

This proposal was too absurd, yet inexplicably convincing - after all, they had just witnessed Yamada Shujin's inhuman fighting power with their own eyes.

"What's the price?" Belig asked pointedly. "This kind of power can't be free."

His voice was trembling, or rather, his whole body was trembling. The feeling was very similar to facing death.

However, one is the trembling of the impending eternal silence, while the other is the heart-throbbing of the possibility of gaining a brilliant new master!

Ye Fan smiled and nodded:

"A wise question. The price is to join my organization, 'The Celestial Court', and abide by our rules."

"I can tell you in advance about the organization's treatment and various benefits."

"A base stipend of $10,000 per month, plus additional missions. I guarantee that all missions will adhere to your ethical standards—just like you saved those little girls."

"I know you're still worried about your lives."

Looking at the team members' hesitant expressions, Ye Fan smiled slightly. He understood their concerns.

After hearing his words, all the team members focused their attention more. Although they were not afraid of death, they also wanted to live.

"Don't worry, there won't be any life-threatening problems." Ye Fan spread his hands and smiled appropriately, "I will eliminate the possibility of any accidents before they happen."

He stood up, walked behind Rogerson, and put his hands on the mercenary captain's shoulders:

"I won't force anyone. If you refuse, I will erase your memories of tonight, send you anywhere you want, and give you enough money to live comfortably for the rest of your life."

Maxon pushed up his nonexistent glasses. "What if we accept?"

"You will be reborn."

Ye Fan's voice was like the whisper of a demon. "Extraordinary power, extended life, endless wealth... and a real home."

He walked back to the main seat and the lights came back on: "No need to answer now.

You can rest in the castle for a week, during which time you are free to explore the castle - except for the three underground floors. Let me know your decision in a week.

Rogerson looked around at his players.

He already knew the answer from the look in their eyes. These men, who had teetered on the brink of death, had a burning desire for power in their eyes.

"No need to wait a week." Rogerson stood up and extended his right hand to Ye Fan, "Let's join."

Ye Fan held his hand, his smile widening: "Welcome to the Heavenly Court, warriors. Starting tomorrow, you will usher in a new life."

The moment their hands touched, Rogerson seemed to see a golden dragon shadow flash past behind Ye Fan.

He knew that from this moment on, their lives would change completely.

Chapter 202 Spending money like water

Ye Fan waved his hand, signaling the servants to come forward:

"Let's take you all to your rooms to rest. These are carefully prepared suites. Feel free to tell us if you need anything. Tomorrow morning, we will begin preparing for the surgery."

Rogerson and others supported each other and followed the servants through the long corridor.

The decoration inside the castle was far beyond their imagination. On the walls hung oil paintings by unknown painters. The eyes of the characters in the paintings seemed to move as they moved.

The ground was covered with thick carpet, which made no sound when stepped on, as if walking on clouds.

This is truly a place of extreme luxury and elegance... every member thought in their hearts.

There were nameplates on the doors of the ten rooms on the rooftop, with their names engraved on them, which had obviously been prepared long ago.

When the last mercenary disappeared at the end of the corridor, the calm and elegant expression on Ye Fan's face instantly collapsed.

He seemed to have lost all his strength and collapsed into the oak chair with a thump. He let out a long sigh, his eyes filled with unconcealable fatigue.

"Ah—acting high-class is so tiring."

He rubbed his temples, his face full of resentment:

"I'm not that old man like Ange who likes to pretend to be a gentleman. I'm just an ordinary first-generation species."

He collapsed in his chair, recalling the crazy operations of the past two days and couldn't help but be amazed.

In order to build this "newborn island", he almost exhausted his energy - first he forcibly opened up an island in the depths of the Pacific Ocean, and then used alchemical array patterns to stabilize the geological structure.

Then he used his spatial abilities to transfer prefabricated castle components from all over the world and assembled them overnight.

Finally, the defense system and living facilities had to be arranged, and even the servants' memories had to be rebuilt one by one...

Ah, you ask the servant where he comes from?

There are many heinous criminals in this world. Ye Fan went to a few prisons and searched his memory, pulling out 12 scumbags.

Wash away all your emotions, rebuild your memory, and then use your life to create and improve your body...

A group of dedicated male and female servants are now available!

These operators do not meet humane standards. What a joke. You use human standards to demand a first-generation species with five powers?

All this was done within two days, and when Yamada Shujin picked him up, he didn't even have time to change into clean clothes.

"Actually, you don't have to be like this."

Yamada Shujin still stood straight, his butler uniform meticulously worn. It was obvious that he really liked this position of Ye Fan's butler.

"You can also just perform surgery on them. With your abilities, even if they resist, you can easily resolve it."

"What do you know."

Ye Fan rolled his eyes and sat up straight:

"I only have $100 billion left in my account. It looks like a lot, but it's flowing like water!"

He counted on his fingers, "Purchasing the island cost 5000 million, and the experimental equipment cost 10 billion, not even counting the shipping costs. With 600 people waiting for their monthly salary, the basic monthly allowance is 600 million."

"Next, we have to go to Greenland to find the King of Ocean and Water. The submarine and weapons and equipment need to be customized. I can't just use my physical body to fight against the first generation, right?"

"After all, I'm the leader of a large organization. You have to leave this bit of prestige to me. Besides, the secret party members will be here too. I have to do everything properly in front of those idiots."

"Just the money for the submarine and custom weapons will cost 20 billion!"

He felt increasingly distressed the more he spoke, clutching his chest in agony. "There's also the raw materials for talisman paper, facility maintenance... Plus, there are 600 people waiting for me. I pay them $1 a month in subsidies, and even more when they go on missions!"

"Everything costs money. Do I have it easy?"

He was really tired. In order to maintain the status of the Lord of Heaven, the Emperor of Heaven, he spent money in front of outsiders without hesitation. Even Caesar, the eldest son of the Gattuso family, wanted to ask Ye Fan for advice on spending money.

Because the way Ye Fan spends money to buy things is so handsome and cool!

Caesar thought this was perfect for his style.

After all, Ye Fan bought submarines, fighter jets, and various high-end weapons, while Caesar bought only expensive champagne and sports cars...

Once the two are compared, the difference is obvious!

It's simply the gap between adults and children.

Yamada Shujin suppressed a smile and asked, "Then you don't have to go to so much trouble to receive them, right?"

"Why not?"

Ye Fan's expression instantly turned serious: "I have to leave a good impression of being invincible and pretentious from the beginning, otherwise why would they stay in 'Heaven' so obediently?"

"Using hypnotic words is convenient, but they need to be replenished regularly. As their bloodline becomes stronger, their resistance will also increase."

"There are countless unexpected situations, which are simply beyond the reach of you and me to fully consider."

"All members of the Heavenly Court will definitely be on the battlefield to slay the dragon. In that place where allies are so important, I don't want to be stabbed in the back one day. I must make them truly surrender!"

He sighed and slumped back in his chair. "Let's not talk about this anymore. Let's talk about something more difficult. You need to help me think of other industries that can make more money."

"It's not enough for me to just make alchemical instruments and sell them as antiques. Those nobles will just buy them for display. I have to make something they need all the time."

Upon hearing this, Yamada Shujin put away his smile and fell into deep thought.

After a moment, he raised his hand and pointed at himself:

"Master, am I not a living example?"

"Oh?" Ye Fan became interested. "Tell me more."

"Some of those wealthy nobles don't even have dragon bloodline, so they definitely crave for greater power. Even those who do have dragon bloodline want to become even stronger."

Yamada Shujin pointed to his spine:

"You transformed my spine into an alchemical creation, allowing me to possess the properties of zero time for a certain period of time, allowing me to move at triple speed."

"Arms, legs, skin, internal organs... These alchemical modifications have made me far superior to other hybrids. I'm sure they'll be very interested in these things."

"After all, this is an extraordinary power. Its performance doesn't even need to be as good as mine. With some of Time Zero's characteristics, it's enough to speed it up twice as fast."

"The more important thing is to create a complete assembly line that can produce in real time, and then sell it as a precious or even rare item to make money."

Yamada Shujin's eyes lit up when he said this.

He also managed to make the butler's uniform look like a high-end suit, giving him the "damn" look of a successful capitalist.

Ye Fan touched his chin, his eyes gradually brightened:

"That's a great idea! As long as we commercialize the alchemical prosthesis, we won't have to worry about sales. After all, I'm the only one in the world who can make this."

"Yes Master."

Yamada Shujin nodded. "We can start by making some models with slightly lower performance but that can be mass-produced. Then, we can use our connections to expand our sales network. The demand will definitely exceed the supply."

"The sales network is a problem..." Ye Fan frowned, "I don't know any important people in the mixed-blood world."

He thought for a moment and suddenly sighed: "It seems that I can only find that old guy."