Dragon Clan: My Dad is Ange

"Whatever! I want one!" Finger rolled over with his arms around his spine, "Give me one!"

"Okay," Ye Fan said with a half-smile, "Just replace your original spine."

"Let's change it!" Finkel agreed without thinking, his eyes frighteningly determined.

"Are you serious?" Ye Fan asked.

Fingle's spine can continue to grow stronger, but if it is replaced with a mechanical one, there will be no chance for it to grow stronger.

"Even if my spine is harder than steel, what does it matter? It has no function, right? Cut it off when necessary! A man should know right from wrong!"

Finkel said firmly.

"You're just making a decision!"

Ye Fan slapped him against the wall, and white smoke came out of his palm.

"The original spine can be strengthened by dragon blood crystals, how can this broken metal compare? I gave you so many resources to train you, and you want to exchange spines with me? You're dreaming!"

Finger got down from the wall and patted his clothes: "Okay, okay."

"Hurry up and pack your bags," Ye Fan turned and walked towards the door, a greedy smile on his lips, "Let's go to North America to open up sales channels. We'll be rich soon, hehehe!"

"You're not short of money..." Finkel muttered as he packed up his things. Seeing him like this, Han Gao started to nag him again.

After Finger left, Ye Fan's face straightened and he said to the camera in the room: "Norma, switch to EVA mode."

EVA's shadow appeared in the room and looked at him gently: "Is there something you want to talk to me about, Ye Fan?"

"Senior," Ye Fan unfolded two alchemical kingdoms, and golden and silver light flowed in his palms. "I need the specific location and geographical features of the place where you were killed in the Greenland incident."

EVA was stunned: "Why?"

"Help you build a physical body." Ye Fan smiled gently.

"I can mold a female body for you, but it won't be as good as the original. With your genetic information, I can create an identical body, allowing you to truly walk in the sun."

The EVA's shadow fluctuated violently, causing even the most advanced processor to lag. Her voice trembled:

"Are you...really speaking?"

Who doesn’t want to break free from the constraints of light and shadow and feel the warmth of the earth with their own feet?

"Of course," Ye Fan's eyes were extremely serious, "Believe me, Senior Sister. I will bring you back to life."

The sunlight outside the window shone into the room through the clouds, illuminating the dust floating in the air and the determination in Ye Fan's eyes.

Chapter 212 Doomsday Ark

The titanium alloy wings of the "Ark of Doom" cut through the clouds, making a slight buzzing sound.

Inside the cabin, Ange swirled the whiskey in a crystal glass, and the amber liquid reflected a hazy glow in the sunlight.

The stability of this aircraft was greatly improved after the second modification by the Equipment Department, and the fuselage material was purified again by Ye Fan using alchemy.

From a strategic perspective, this entire aircraft is no longer a means of transportation. Even if the ammunition on it is removed, the aircraft itself is at the level of the Spear of God.

"Principal, are you sure you want to land like this?"

Finkel squatted in the corner of the cabin and carefully poked the glowing alchemical runes on the wall with his fingers.

"Those crazy people in the Equipment Department disguised three tons of RDX as insulation in the baggage compartment."

Ye Fan raised his head from the holographic tablet and swiped his finger to call up a set of three-dimensional design drawings:

"Don't worry. The explosion has been precisely calculated. It will only produce a beautiful fireworks display—all glass objects within a 500-meter radius will be reduced to dust. As a... polite greeting."

Finkel whistled, his blond hair fluttering in the air-conditioning airflow. "I like this way of greeting. Can old Henkel's heart bear it?"

"Seven years ago in Vienna, his 'Holy Inquisition' nearly gave me heart failure." Ange took a sip of his wine, his Adam's apple rolling. "It's just a matter of reciprocity."

"Alright, alright, let's not discuss such serious issues. We're just here to relax and travel."

Ye Fan interrupted their conversation and turned to look at Finkel.

He pointed at Finger and said, "How about we play a game?"

"Oh, the fun games on the plane? I love them~"

Finkel smiled. He used to carry out missions frequently, and he was quite good at playing various games to kill time in his spare time.

"OK, I remember that you, Finger, are very good at Chinese culture." Ye Fan made an OK gesture and asked with a smile, "How about we play a language game related to Chinese literature?"

"Of course I can. My Northeastern accent is great!" Finkel switched to a dialect directly, his face full of confidence.

Ange also turned his head, obviously showing some interest in the puzzle game that Ye Fan mentioned.

"Okay, let's start the game. Please use these five words to form a sentence!"

Ye Fan raised one hand, pointed his index finger at the ceiling, and recited clearly: "Please make a sentence using these five words: eldest, second, third, fourth, and fifth."

"Ah, eldest, second, third, fourth, fifth?" Finkel was stunned for a moment. If he strung these words together into a sentence, it would be too long.

"The eldest said to the second son: The third son's wife ran away with the fourth son's nephew in the fifth son's car?"

Finkel thought for a while and gave his answer with some uncertainty.

"Oh, that's very good." Ye Fan was pleasantly surprised. "It seems that your Chinese is quite advanced, but the above content can still be simplified."

"Next, I will announce the standard answer~"

A so-called standard answer instantly attracted the interest of the other two people on the plane.

Ye Fan cleared his throat and smiled at the two of them:

"The standard answer is to be as concise as possible. The profoundness of the Chinese language lies in its simplicity. Any single word can have multiple meanings, and when combined with other words, it can create a wonderful cultural spark."

"So the standard answer is, the fifth child told the fourth child that the third child was the second and the eldest!"

After saying that, Ye Fan looked at the two of them with confidence: "How is it? Isn't it very streamlined?"

"Ah, this..." Finkel was truly inspired by the profoundness of Chinese culture.

Ange choked on the whiskey in his mouth. His son was just like himself when he was young, a little out of tune...

"Damn it, it's obviously your topic that is the most meaningless." Finkel said speechlessly.

But then he started laughing: "Tell me more about this boring topic so I can show off later."

"Don't worry, don't worry. You haven't learned the essence of Chinese culture yet!"

……

The plane began to descend, and the runway of Chicago O'Hare International Airport gradually became clear in view.

Suddenly, a whirring noise filled the communication channel, followed by an elderly voice with a Texas accent: "Ange, your toys are scaring my children."

Ye Fan noticed that there were more than a dozen dark shadows standing at the end of the runway, their golden eyes clearly visible even in the sunlight.

Ange pressed the communication button: "Han Gao, seven years have passed, and your perception is still so sharp." He winked at Ye Fan, "We are just here to catch up."

"Reminiscing about old times with an alchemical bomb capable of flattening three city blocks?" Han Gao's voice was filled with helpless ridicule. "The representatives of the thirteen families are waiting for me at the club. Don't keep them waiting too long."

The moment the hatch opened, Chicago's cold winter wind rushed in, carrying snowflakes.

The weather in North America is relatively cold in the entire Americas.

At least it’s not snowing in Kassel yet.

"Well, it really is the first snow of the year. The first snow I've had outside my hometown. I wonder if a snow like this can be considered a sign of a good harvest."

Ye Fan was the first to step out of the cabin, the hem of his black cashmere windbreaker rustling in the wind.

He opened his palms to catch a few snowflakes, feeling their warmth carefully.

His pupils glowed a faint golden color in the sunlight, and his gaze swept over the half-blood guards who were standing ready on the tarmac.

"It's quite a big deal."

Finkel chewed gum, his hands in the pockets of his worn jeans, his boots squeaking on the snow.

The mixed-race guards standing in front of them all had high bloodlines, at least B-grade or above.

Although Ye Fan and others look down upon such bloodline, it is already very good in the world of ordinary mixed-bloods, at least it is in the upper middle level of the pyramid.

Moreover, those mixed-race people looked relatively young, and it was obvious that they were the younger generation in North America.

"Is this a way to intimidate us?" Ye Fan murmured.

A blond young man walked out from the guards, the Howard family emblem on his chest flashing in the snow.

He stood in front of Ye Fan, his eyes dancing with provocation: "Rhine Howard, the leader of the young generation in North America."

He deliberately raised his voice. "I heard there's a monster in Cassel that can single-handedly fight against the next generation?"

"I'm curious how you defeated the next generation. You didn't rely on guns and ammunition, did you? That would be beneath the dignity of an S-rank."

Ye Fan stopped and the snowflakes piled up into small hills on his shoulders.

He turned to look at Finger, his voice eerily calm: "It's been a while since you've been to North America. Do you think any random person dares to bark in front of us now?"

Finger scratched his messy blond hair and gave an embarrassed smile: "My bad."

He took a step forward, and Murasame's scabbard tapped the ground lightly, leaving a circular mark on the snow. "Boy, didn't your parents teach you the art of hospitality?"

Chapter 213 Hospitality

"Haha, my parents only told me that hospitality is only required for the most important guests."

"Oh, so that's how it is. Your family's thinking is really poor." Finger frowned, then turned his head and shouted to Ye Fan:

"Did you hear that, Junior Brother? Don't bother with this idiot. If you think about this kind of idiot, your whole mood will become very bad~"

Finger's voice was so loud that everyone present heard it. The group of young North American mixed-race people became agitated, and countless golden eyes fell on Rhine.

"You guy, you're looking for death!"

Rhine's golden eyes suddenly lit up, and the white light of the Word Spirit Blazing Sun condensed into a dazzling ball of light in his palm.

But before the light could fully take shape, Fingle's figure had already become blurred - that was a sign that the speed had exceeded the limit of what the naked eye could capture.

"boom!"

The back of Murasame's blade struck Rhine hard on the back of his neck, slamming him into the asphalt of the tarmac. Snow flew off, revealing the black runway markings beneath.