Dragon Clan: My Dad is Ange

"The Bronze Throne." Finkel flicked his wrist and looked at the guards around him who were facing a formidable threat. "Anyone else want to try?"

"I thought your name was Rhine, and your word spirit was also Rhine, but it turns out it's a scorching sun. What's the use of a flashlight heater that's just a little warmer?"

Finkel scratched his ears with a look of disdain.

He had restrained his strength in that attack just now, otherwise all of Rhine's vertebrae would have been broken.

The key is that he has to hold back his strength. After all, he is actually the future leader of the North American mixed-race people.

Ye Fan was a little angry because of the provocation. Of course he had to take action, otherwise it would not be as simple as breaking a few bones. It was a blessing for him to be able to save his life.

Spider-web-like cracks spread across the snow. Rhine struggled to hold up his upper body, his expensive custom-made suit stained with snow and asphalt.

His spiritual words were abruptly interrupted, which had never happened before.

"That's enough."

Han Gao's voice came from a distance.

The old man walked through the wind and snow with an ivory cane, his silver hair combed meticulously, and a gold chain of an antique pocket watch hung on his suit vest.

"Anger, your men injured my students."

Ange saluted gracefully, his trouser seams as straight as a knife. "It's the same here. Last time in Vienna, your 'holy inquisition' kept me bedridden for two weeks."

Han Gao turned his sharp gaze to Ye Fan, and his old but not cloudy eyes swept over the young man's body like an X-ray.

After a moment, he nodded slightly. "Interesting. We should talk about this."

A convoy of black, stretched Lincolns left the airport and rolled over the iron bridge over the Chicago River.

Ye Fan saw through the bulletproof glass window that the river was covered with thin ice, and several sightseeing boats were frozen at the dock, like abandoned toys.

Henkel pulled a bottle of Macallan 55 from the car's wine cabinet and poured the amber liquid into a crystal glass. "Your bloodline is very special. It's neither a mixed-blood nor a pure-blooded dragon."

Ye Fan took the wine glass and gently stroked the rim with his fingertips: "I just have a higher bloodline."

The convoy stopped in front of a neoclassical building with the Latin words "Per Aspera Ad Astra" ("Follow this arduous journey to reach the stars") engraved on the lintel.

Six waiters in vintage tuxedos pulled open the heavy brass doors.

Han Gao led the crowd through the marble corridor, the walls on both sides of which were covered with portraits of family leaders from past generations.

Ange explained to Ye Fan softly: "The Thirteen Families Council Hall. The last time I was here was in 1945. They were discussing whether to participate in the Manhattan Project."

Ye Fan noticed that the year of birth and death was marked under each portrait - most of them were over two hundred years old.

The youngest painting is of Henkel himself, with his birth date marked as 1849.

He knew that the mixed-race forces in North America were mainly composed of these 13 families. Each family had its own responsibilities and occupied important means of production and business areas in North America.

Whether in the surface world or the inner world, they are the true rulers of North America.

Heavy oak doors slid open to reveal a circular hall.

Twelve family representatives were already seated around a long obsidian table, the candlelight casting flickering shadows on their faces.

The air was thick with the scent of century-old cigars and ancient parchment, mixed with the smell of some kind of dragon's blood preservative.

"Gentlemen," Henkel said, tapping his ivory cane, the sound echoing through the hall. "Let us welcome our guests from Kassel."

Everyone stood up to welcome him, and all of them lit up their golden eyes to show respect. Ye Fan and others also responded with golden eyes.

However, compared with the three pairs of golden eyes here, the power and majesty accumulated over time by the thirteen pairs of golden eyes seem insignificant in the face of true power and strength.

Standing in front of them were a half-emperor, a first-generation species and a super first-generation species.

Everyone broke out in cold sweats; all their plans to demonstrate their strength fell through.

The 12 representatives except Henkel were all of A-level bloodline, but at this moment they all felt their calves trembling.

Those three men were symbols of power and authority just by standing there.

"Well, let's not hold a meeting in such a dull occasion."

Han Gao stepped forward and interrupted the farce. If the confrontation continued, the 12 people would not be able to hold on.

"I've prepared a dinner for you. I hope the dishes will suit your taste. Let's discuss interesting things while we eat."

The dinner was held in the revolving restaurant on the top floor.

Crystal chandeliers illuminate the space like daylight, and waiters shuttle around with silver trays filled with delicacies from around the world: Alaskan king crab legs, Kobe Wagyu rib-eye, white truffle pasta...

Ye Fan noticed that Rhine Howard was wearing a medical brace around his neck and was staring at Finkel fiercely.

His father, General Howard Sr., looked at him as if he were evaluating a weapon.

"Don't mind the offenses of young people." Henkel raised his Bordeaux glass, the deep red liquid looking like blood under the light. "They need failure to learn the boundaries."

Ange elegantly cuts into a medium-rare steak, pink juices seeping onto the bone china plate. "Like you needed the Chicago Fire to teach us the ropes?"

There was a gleam of swords and sabers hidden in the laughter of the old people.

Ye Fan took the opportunity to observe the representatives of the thirteen families: the head of the Howard family's military-industrial complex, the financial giant of the Rockefeller family, the Vanderbilt family that controls the shipping on the Great Lakes...

These surnames that are influential in the human world are now gathered here because of dragon blood.

Chapter 214 Power and Strength

They did maintain the dignity and majesty of their superiors, but in Ye Fan's eyes, that dignity and majesty seemed a bit artificial.

Rhine was still staring at Ye Fan with eyes full of dissatisfaction and provocation.

Ye Fan just smiled in response and continued eating.

As Ye Fan moved, he inserted the silver knife and fork into a piece of steak, and then picked up the whole steak and put it into his mouth.

It was a whole, large steak, and the waiter hadn't had time to cut it apart with a knife.

But this tough steak tasted as fluffy and soft as white bread in Ye Fan's mouth.

With just two chews, the whole steak entered his mouth, without even a trace of gravy remaining on his lips.

His movements were gentle and graceful, as if the steak in front of him was air and easy to chew.

But Ryan's expression had changed. Although these steaks were top-notch and melted in the mouth, they had been specially processed to suit the appetite of the mixed-bloods so that they retained some toughness.

Even if those of them with A-level bloodlines wanted to eat it, they would have to cut it with a knife and fork and chew the meat.

After swallowing the meat into his throat, Ye Fan smiled at Ryan again, revealing his big white teeth.

A drop of cold sweat fell from Ryan's forehead. He was a little scared. Ye Fan's behavior was like a declaration of sovereignty.

It's such a normal action, just eating a steak, why is it so aggressive?

Looking at Ryan who took a few steps back, Ye Fan felt quite bored.

Just a little kid who hasn't grown up.

It was dessert time, and when the waiter brought the molten chocolate cake sprinkled with gold foil, Ye Fan suddenly stood up.

The clinking of silverware stopped abruptly, and all eyes were focused on the young oriental man.

"Thank you all for your hospitality." Ye Fan snapped his fingers, and the lights in the banquet hall suddenly dimmed.

"But I also have a main purpose for coming here this time. As the undisputed number one alchemist in the hybrid world today, and the heir to the title of Flamel, I hope you will take a look at the alchemical items I have recently created."

As Ye Fan spoke, he took out an alchemical spine from his suit pocket. In fact, his hand reached into the Nibelungen.

But outsiders don’t know that Ye Fan is a first-generation person who controls a free Nibelung.

His movements were smooth and graceful, like a magician showing off his unique skills to the audience.

It instantly attracted the attention of everyone present.

The spine, made of alloy, was engraved with a complex alchemical matrix.

At the same time, Ye Fan whispered to his collar: "EVA can start holographic projection."

He had a gold collar in his collar, but the gold collar had been modified into a portable microphone.

"As you wish." A gentle female voice sounded.

A holographic projection unfolded in the center of the long table, showing a three-dimensional model of a spine-like mechanical device.

Ye Fan compared the alchemical spine in his hand with the one in the picture. The real thing was exactly the same as the picture, unlike those sold at the entrance of the restaurant, which were based on the real thing.

"Please allow me to introduce the 'Sian Westin' series of alchemical prostheses." Ye Fan said loudly.

The model began to disassemble, revealing its sophisticated internal gear structure and alchemical matrix flowing with liquid gold.

The projection switched to an actual combat scene: the tester equipped with a mechanical spine completed the entire process of drawing the sword, charging forward, and slashing in 0.3 seconds, and the blade left seven afterimages in the air.

"The basic model can provide a double speed gain, and the military version can reach three times." Ye Fan's voice was particularly clear in the darkness. "Of course, this is just the beginning."

The projection screen switches again, and a series of mechanical substitutes for human organs appear one after another:

Bionic arms that can crush steel with their bare hands, nanoscale kidneys that filter dragon blood toxins, artificial vocal cords equipped with a word matrix...

The last thing that appeared was a mechanical heart, its surface engraved with ancient dragon characters, beating to the rhythm of the projection.

Of course, so many volunteers were sponsored by the Heavenly Court's royal assassination team that Ye Fan had just recruited, and the many mixed-bloods headed by Rogerson.

Now, more or less, several organs in their bodies have been replaced. After all, they are only of D-level bloodline, so if they want to carry out Ye Fan's mission, they must give up part of their body.

But the impact of that alloy limb was extremely strong...

You could hear a pin drop in the banquet hall.

Old Vanderbilt's cane fell with a dull thud on the Persian carpet.

Everyone was shocked.

Ye Fan's explanation was slow and powerful, but what he said was truly shocking.

This caused the crowd to be unable to calm down for a long time.

The alchemical prosthetics that Ye Fan demonstrated, even if installed on an ordinary person, can give them the power to kill B-level hybrids.

"These..." Han Gao showed shock for the first time, his fingers unconsciously rubbing the ruby ​​on the top of the cane. "Can they be mass-produced?"

"Didn't I say from the beginning that these are industrial products? Both industrial ages have expressed a truth: efficiency is everything."

"If it can't be mass-produced and produced quickly, then it doesn't deserve the name of industry."

Ye Fan smiled and snapped his fingers again.