Dragon Clan: Starting with the Azure Dragon Fruit

He licked his chapped lips and uttered a string of vulgar profanities.

As he spoke, he winked at Nuonuo and made a suggestive gesture with his hand on his inner thigh.

Although Lin Yuan didn't understand what he was saying, he understood his expression and actions.

Those lustful scoundrels on the high seas reveal this disgusting greed when they see a beautiful woman.

That flippant tone buzzed in Lin Yuan's ear like a fly, inexplicably igniting a fire of evil within him.

Just as Nono was about to feign ignorance to get the whereabouts of the medicine, she was suddenly lightly patted on the shoulder.

Lin Yuan walked past her to the counter, turned to Nuonuo and said, "Translate this for me."

Nuonuo was stunned, looking at the murderous intent surging in Lin Yuan's eyes, and couldn't figure out what he wanted to do.

“Tell him that I’m going to play rock-paper-scissors with him next.”

"Huh?" Nono's eyes widened, wondering what Lin Yuan was up to.

Lin Yuan ignored her astonishment and added the second half of his sentence: "By the way, remind him that I will keep throwing punches until he shouts 'no'."

Nono was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter, her body shaking with mirth.

Yes, since you have a ready-made fighter by your side, why should you compromise yourself?

Nuonuo turned around, looking at the boss with a bright smile, and translated Lin Yuan's words word for word.

The bald boss frowned, looking puzzled.

His walnut-sized brain clearly hadn't caught up in this threat, which was full of Eastern violence. He opened his foul mouth, which was full of yellow teeth, wanting to swear and ask what it meant.

Lin Yuan's fist had already given the answer.

His left hand shot out like lightning and grabbed the boss's collar.

In Nuonuo's slightly dilated pupils, Lin Yuan suddenly exerted force upwards with one arm.

He lifted the nearly 200-pound strong man into the air with one hand.

The boss's feet were off the ground, and his eyes bulged outwards due to fear and suffocation.

Two thick arms tried desperately to pry Lin Yuan's hands off, but they couldn't budge them.

next second.

"boom!"

The first right fist slammed hard into his abdomen.

His body suddenly arched like a shrimp, his eyes rolled back, and the acid in his stomach mixed with undigested food rushed directly to his throat.

"boom!"

Before he could react, a second punch followed.

His stomach was severely injured, and the resulting spasms caused him to stop breathing.

"boom!"

The third punch.

The farmer's three punches were all delivered with a visceral impact.

Seeing that the boss was about to vomit, Lin Yuan suddenly raised his right hand and forcefully pressed down on his chin, forcing back all the vomit that was about to come out of his mouth.

"Relax, take a deep breath," Lin Yuan said gently, looking at his boss's face, which had turned a deep purplish-red.

"Dizziness is normal."

Lin Yuan held his chin down for a good ten seconds, until the boss's eyes rolled back, before casually shoving him onto the floor like trash.

Lin Yuan clapped his hands, turned to look at Nuonuo who was standing aside watching the show, and commented seriously, "You know what, he took three punches from me and didn't even utter a sound. He's a tough guy."

Nono rolled her eyes dramatically, but nodded in perfect agreement:

"That's right, these days it's rare to see a businessman with such integrity."

She tilted her head slightly, looking at Lin Yuan in front of her, a strange light flashing in her bright eyes.

Surprisingly, this guy's sudden display of protectiveness towards his own was kind of cool.

While the two were exchanging banter, the boss lying on the ground let out a faint groan.

Hearing the noise, Lin Yuan looked around and his gaze fell on the thermos on the counter. He picked it up and shook it; it was still more than half full of water.

He unscrewed the lid of the cup, walked up to the boss, and splashed boiling water all over his shiny bald head.

"what--!!!"

A pig-like scream came from the bald boss's mouth as he rolled on the ground, clutching his scalp which was burning red.

He spewed out all sorts of American profanities involving genitals and ancestors as if they were free.

Lin Yuan picked at his ear, then turned to Nuonuo and asked, "What was he swearing about? He was talking pretty fast."

Just as Nono was about to translate, he waved his hand and said, "Forget it, it's probably all swear words that won't pass censorship. Let's get back to work."

As he spoke, he pulled out the small white medicine bottle from his pocket, took a few steps to the other person, stepped on his chest, and shoved the medicine bottle directly in front of his face.

"Translate it to him. I need to know where this thing came from, who it was sold to, and whether he knows what it's for." Lin Yuan looked at the wailing bald boss and smiled cruelly.

"Oh, and remember to remind him that if he doesn't want to continue playing rock-paper-scissors, he'd better confess honestly."

Chapter 44 Clear Mind

The pressure on his chest awakened the bald boss's terrifying memory of those three heavy punches.

His rapid-fire swearing stopped abruptly, and he instantly became "civilized."

However, he couldn't understand how this seemingly refined Asian man could be such a good fighter.

He had only made a few careless remarks to his woman, but after those three punches, he felt like he was about to see his deceased great-grandmother.

Just as he was about to give in, enduring the pain, Nuonuo stepped forward with a cold face and repeated Lin Yuan's words.

The boss finally managed to focus his gaze and make out the small white medicine bottle pressed against his face.

He immediately realized that things were probably not going to end well today, so he could only stubbornly stick out his neck, bring out his trump card, and shout fiercely but weakly, "I don't care what you want to do! But this belongs to the Sackler family! You're all courting death!"

Upon hearing "the Sackler family," Nono, who was standing to the side, changed her expression slightly and translated the words.

As a Chinese American who grew up in the United States, she was well aware of the significance behind this.

In North America, the vast majority of top tycoons and financial giants are actually mixed-race families.

Even among these massive mixed-race conglomerates, the Sackler family is a terrifying behemoth.

They used their legitimate pharmaceutical empire as a cover, but secretly they did countless shady things.

But Lin Yuan had no idea what the Sackler he was talking about was, and didn't care at all.

All he heard was that the other party was not only stubborn, but also dared to use others to intimidate him.

Lin Yuan sneered, bent down, grabbed the back of the boss's collar, and dragged him up like a dead dog again.

Two more heavy punches landed on his ribs.

Two sharp cracking sounds were heard as ribs broke.

The bald boss was completely stunned, his face filled with disbelief.

In the North American underworld, simply mentioning the name "Sackler Family" is like a get-out-of-jail-free card; even the most ruthless gang leaders have to give way.

He never expected that this Asian youth would not only completely ignore him, but would even become more ruthless.

"Now, can you talk?" Lin Yuan released his hand and casually moved his wrist.

Nono stood to the side, suppressing a laugh as she translated the sentence.

The bald boss then realized he had met his match.

He quickly weighed the options in his mind: revealing the Sackler family's secrets would likely result in him being stuffed into a gasoline drum and sunk into Lake Michigan by the family's cleaners; but if he continued to be stubborn, the boy in front of him would beat him to death right here, punch by punch.

Either way, death is inevitable, but dying later is better than dying sooner.

The boss immediately slid to his knees and revealed all the secrets he knew.

About two months ago, the head of the Sackler family approached him and gave him this batch of "more effective" painkillers.

Moreover, not only is this medicine free, but the other party also promised him a $200 rebate for every bottle sold.

However, a few rules were set that must be followed: First, the medicine cannot be sold at too high a price; if there are really desperate people at the bottom of society, it can even be provided for free. Second, it is absolutely forbidden to sell the medicine to addicts. Third, a file must be created for every person who buys the medicine, recording their name, detailed address, frequency of use, and everything else. Fourth, if someone buys the sixth bottle, it must be reported to them immediately.

Lin Yuan frowned slightly upon hearing this.

Although he was too lazy to think about those convoluted schemes, he could still sense something unusual about the situation.

The Sackler family, a financial behemoth, obviously wouldn't spend their own money to buy medicine for charity.

What they did was more like a large-scale screening of qualified test subjects.

"Where is the record?" Lin Yuan asked coldly.

Before Nuonuo could translate, the shop owner understood Lin Yuan's meaning and pointed tremblingly to a wooden floorboard next to the counter.

Lin Yuan walked over, stomped on the wooden board until it broke, pulled out a notebook from the hidden compartment, and threw it to Nuonuo behind him.

Nono quickly flipped through the pages, skimming them.

"Found them. The names of the three people who recently died in Chinatown, as well as the missing Li Xiujuan and Ding Yaozu, are all on the list. Besides them, there are quite a few others..."

She continued flipping through the pages, her gaze suddenly stopping on one of them: "There's a woman named 'Amei,' who came this morning to buy the sixth bottle of medicine."

Lin Yuan's eyes darkened; this number matched exactly the fourth rule the boss had mentioned earlier.

The Sackler family was not concerned about the lives of these drug users; their demand for a "report" at this juncture could only be explained by the fact that the sixth bottle represented a critical point they had calculated.

Once all six bottles of medicine are consumed, the dragon blood accumulated in the body will exceed its limit threshold.

This means that this woman named Amei could become Deadpool at any time.

If a Deadpool were to appear in a densely populated Chinatown, the casualties would be incalculable, and they must act immediately.

Lin Yuan stared at his boss, who was groaning in pain on the ground: "Did you report the morning's transaction information to the Sackler family?"

The boss was startled by his murderous gaze. After listening to Nuonuo's translation, he shook his head repeatedly and stammered, "No, not yet... I usually make all the calls before closing time, after I've finished reconciling the accounts..."

Before she finished speaking, Nuonuo had already stepped forward and rummaged through the counter drawer to find the boss's phone.

I quickly checked the recent call and text message records and there was indeed no trace of contact with the Sackler family.

“He wasn’t lying; he really hadn’t had time to leak the news yet.” Nono threw her phone on the ground and stomped on it, smashing it.

Lin Yuan glanced at the boss: "What should we do with this guy?"

"Ignore him. He leaked the Sackler family's secret. Now, the Sackler family is more afraid than us. To save his life, he will only try his best to escape and will definitely not dare to report to the higher-ups in the short term."

Nono paused, his expression turning serious: "However, this is a difficult matter. The Sackler family is an old, deeply rooted mixed-race family in America. We can't possibly deal with them on our own. We have to report this to the higher authorities and get the academy involved."

Lin Yuan shook his head.

“We need to deal with the immediate problem first. Even if we notify the academy now, they will never trust us three freshmen who haven’t even enrolled yet to handle a Deadpool that is about to go out of control. By the time they finish their procedures and send a specialist over, it will be too late.”

After saying that, he seemed afraid that Nono, an ABC who grew up abroad, wouldn't understand, so he quickly added an explanation: "What I mean is, waiting for the academy to take action will be too late."

Nono couldn't help but give him a light kick: "I can understand you, okay? My Chinese is much better than yours."

Having determined their next destination, the two did not linger and immediately returned along the same route.

As Lin Yuan walked through the narrow alleyway covered in graffiti, he spotted several familiar figures.

The three hoodie-clad youths were squatting on the street corner, sharing a bag of something they'd gotten from somewhere. The one in the lead, with dreadlocks, was gesturing to his companions and laughing so hard he was doubled over.

This time, although the three of them didn't cause any trouble, Lin Yuan stopped and turned to Nuonuo, saying, "Wait for me a moment."

Before Nuonuo could react, Lin Yuan had already rolled up his sleeves and strode over, followed by several dull thuds.

In less than half a minute, the three delinquent youths were all neatly shoved upside down into the trash can.

After doing all this, Lin Yuan walked back, completely satisfied.

"Now I understand."

Chapter 45 A Handy Weapon