Dragon Clan: Starting with the Azure Dragon Fruit

Now, through his studies at Kassel College, he has gained a deeper understanding of dragons, and he suspects that he encountered a dragon king that day.

But he knew that even if he confirmed it was the Dragon King, it wouldn't change anything. What he wanted was to personally cut off the god's head, so he never told anyone about it.

Seeing that he remained silent, Lin Yuan waved his hand: "If you don't want to talk about it, that's fine."

He noticed Chu Zihang's predicament but didn't intend to delve into it further.

Because in that instant, Chu Zihang's eyes made him realize that it was the look one would have after experiencing a desperate situation that one was powerless to change.

So sorrowful, yet hiding a lion within.

Such a person will either be consumed by the flames of revenge and fall into hell, or ultimately wield a knife to behead their enemy.

"You really want to become stronger?" Lin Yuan asked.

Chu Zihang reacted this time, nodding frankly.

"Actually, you're already strong enough."

This wasn't Lin Yuan flattering him.

Of all the hybrids he had ever met, apart from Angers, who had mastered Time Zero, and Fingel, who was "pretending to be a pig to eat feed," he felt that none of the rest, including the proud Caesar, were a match for Chu Zihang in terms of strength alone.

He believed that if he were to fight Caesar to the death, Chu Zihang would be the one to survive.

To have such strength at just one year of college is already quite impressive in Lin Yuan's opinion.

Chu Zihang shook his head: "It's not enough."

After thinking for a moment, he added, "It's still a long way off."

"Let's launch a full-scale attack." Lin Yuan stood still.

"Let me see how much stronger you are now compared to when you were free?"

Lin Yuan's hands were empty, but Chu Zihang did not hold back.

Since the other party has spoken, he should give it his all without reservation.

Chu Zihang gripped the bamboo sword tightly with both hands and slashed down fiercely.

Faced with this fierce slash, Lin Yuan simply raised his hand and easily caught the bamboo sword with two fingers.

Chu Zihang's eyes flashed with golden light, and he suddenly exerted force in his upper arm muscles to try to press down, but the bamboo sword did not budge.

Lin Yuan flicked his wrist, and a tremendous force surged into the bamboo sword. Chu Zihang felt his fingers go numb, and the weapon slipped from his hand.

After sensing the power and muscle condition that Chu Zihang had just unleashed, Lin Yuan secretly shook his head.

He had originally intended to teach Chu Zihang the "Six Forms," ​​but his current physical strength was far from meeting the standards for practicing the Six Forms, and practicing rashly would only ruin his body.

After thinking for a moment, Lin Yuan said, "You have two paths to choose from now on."

"One way is for you to gradually train your body. When you are strong enough, I will teach you a set of physical techniques that will surpass your limits and make you even stronger."

"The other one is a secret technique that can make you unleash greater combat power in battle, but the price is extremely high and may lead you into the abyss."

Which one do you want to choose?

Chu Zihang didn't hesitate: "I want them all."

This answer was exactly what he expected. Chu Zihang was like that; he believed that he had to do everything to the extreme.

Lin Yuan nodded and taught Chu Zihang the "Bloodlust" incantation he had just memorized in the library, and solemnly informed him of the consequences of using it.

I'm not Chu Zihang's nanny, so there's no need for me to interfere with his desperate efforts. As long as it's his own choice, that's fine.

After finishing his explanation, Lin Yuan didn't forget to remind Chu Zihang:

"I will tell you other ways to get stronger when I think it's time to strengthen your body through regular exercise."

Chu Zihang memorized the incantation, then took a step back and bowed deeply to Lin Yuan.

Lin Yuan waved his hand dismissively: "Why all this fuss? Aren't we friends?"

Chapter 89 The Feast of Dragons

Saturday arrived in the blink of an eye.

As noon approached, Lin Yuan changed into the same custom-made suit he wore to the student council dinner last time and walked out of the dormitory building at the agreed time.

A black Maserati Quattroporte was parked on the side of the road.

The long, sleek hood with its sharp curves, combined with the wide air intake grille, makes the whole car look like a shark leaping out of the water, exuding a strong sense of aggression.

The deep black privacy glass blocks outside exploration. This mechanical beast, sold alongside Ferrari, is a top-tier toy wherever it's placed.

Lin Yuan roughly guessed the car owner's identity.

As soon as he approached, the passenger door automatically opened.

Angers wore a pure black handmade suit, paired with Italian leather shoes.

The entire garment is devoid of any logos, subtly showcasing the luxurious essence of bespoke tailoring.

The old man's silver-white hair was slicked back with hair oil and combed meticulously, with a red rose pinned to his breast pocket.

With his handsome and deep-set face, he was the spitting image of an old-fashioned playboy straight out of Broadway in the last century.

"Good taste, very handsome." Angers smiled and glanced at Lin Yuan.

Lin Yuan bent down and sat in the passenger seat, politely replying, "The principal still has more of an air about him."

"Thank you for the compliment." The old gentleman chuckled and, before Lin Yuan could fasten his seatbelt, floored the accelerator.

The academy has many inner bends, but Angers maintained a fast speed, skimming the curb and swerving around several turns before plunging into the outer main road.

The old principal's reckless driving style was completely different from his refined appearance.

However, considering Angers' Word of Power, it's understandable why he drove so fast.

After entering the traffic outside the school, the car finally stabilized.

Angers, with one hand on the steering wheel, leaned back in his seat, completely relaxed: "Do you smoke?"

Lin Yuan nodded.

Although he himself is not addicted to smoking, he was surrounded by smokers in the One Piece world, and he would occasionally smoke a few cigarettes.

Angers pressed the thermostat box under the center console and took out a box of Cohiba Beike.

"Top-quality goods from Havana, Cuba, rolled with rare 'Medio Tiempo' tobacco leaves."

The elderly gentleman gently twirled the cigar box in one hand, as if examining a work of art: "It's very strong. The initial notes are spicy with pepper and leather, and the aroma becomes more intense as it goes on. I hope you'll like it."

Lin Yuan took the cigar and picked up the metal cigar cutter from the box.

"click"

With practiced ease, he cut a V-shape in the cap and handed it to Angers in the driver's seat.

Watching his practiced movements, Angers was pleasantly surprised and casually asked, "What kind of drink do you think goes well with this cigarette?"

Lin Yuan had never smoked the Cohiba brand.

But after hearing Angers' description, he immediately thought of similar cigars from the world of One Piece.

“Hennessy XO should be good,” Lin Yuan replied.

"The caramel sweetness and mellowness of the cognac itself can just balance the spiciness of the cigar's end, so it's not too harsh on the throat."

"A kindred spirit!"

Angrui burst out laughing and pressed the button on the armrest box.

The car refrigerator in the back slid out, revealing a bottle of Hennessy XO and two crystal glasses.

Lin Yuan was dumbfounded; the speedometer needle on the dashboard was already approaching 160 kilometers per hour.

Looking at the scenery flashing past the window, Lin Yuan regretted suggesting drinking.

Angers shrugged: "Do you think the traffic department would give a driver's license to a 130-year-old man? I learned to drive in 1889, when cars were slower than horse-drawn carriages, Ford and GM hadn't been invented yet, and traffic regulations were practically worthless."

Lin Yuan understood; the principal had been driving without a license for over a hundred years.

With things having come to this point, he had no choice but to trust the principal, who had over a hundred years of driving experience. Lin Yuan took out a lighter from the box, leaned over to help Angers light his cigar, and then lit one for himself as well.

Then, I poured two glasses of cognac.

The aroma of premium tobacco mixed with strong liquor filled the carriage.

Lin Yuan leaned back in his chair, took a sip of XO, and exhaled a wisp of smoke: "Principal, you are supposed to be an educator. Is it appropriate for you to lead your students to drive drunk and recklessly on the road?"

“Kassel is no ordinary school,” Angers replied, one hand on the steering wheel and a cigar in his mouth.

"We specialize in training monsters to slay dragons, so we don't need to abide by those boring rules and regulations of the world."

The Maserati let out a fierce growl and cut into the fast lane, grazing the edge of the truck.

Lin Yuan looked down at the cup in his hand.

Despite the intense cornering and lane change just now, the liquid at the bottom of the glass only rippled slightly, without spilling a single drop.

It seems the principal's skills certainly justify his confidence.

Lin Yuan felt relieved and comfortably enjoyed the top-quality cigars and cognac.

The journey, which normally takes more than an hour by the school train, was compressed to forty-five minutes by Angers' relentless acceleration.

After entering the city, the car gradually slowed down and stopped on Pennsylvania Road.

This alley, hidden in the bustling city center, is flanked by skyscrapers built in the 1950s.

At the end of the passage was a huge square building with towering, fully enclosed exterior walls, with only a large exhaust fan at the top slowly turning.

Chicago Municipal Opera.

This place used to be a gathering place for celebrities, but now it has declined.

Young people today prefer going to the cinema or shopping malls in the downtown area; the opera house belongs to the glory of a bygone era.

However, it has experienced a brief recovery today.

The area outside was filled with luxury cars of all kinds, and elegantly dressed men and women strolled among them, as if time had turned back sixty years, back to the golden age of Chicago in 1950.

After the vehicle came to a stop, Angers handed over an envelope.

"Inside is the invitation. Norma opened an account for you at a bank in Zurich, with a deposit of twenty million US dollars."

Lin Yuan clutched the envelope containing twenty million US dollars and lowered his voice: "Principal, let's be frank, who are we going to kill?"

Angers was amused by his thought process and pointed at him from a distance with his cigar-holding finger.

"Stop thinking about using violence. I already told you that you're here to participate in a proper auction, and this is all mission funding."

"What do you want to buy?" Lin Yuan opened the envelope and glanced at it.

"Is there any specific item in the collection that I need to bid on?"

“You are an S-level student at Kassel College. I trust your judgment. Buy whatever you like. If 20 million isn’t enough, you can keep bidding. The school will cover everything.”

"Then why not just give me 100 million? That would give me more confidence to raise my bid," Lin Yuan asked with a smile.

“Even the Kassel College couldn’t come up with that much money all at once,” Angers explained helplessly, realizing that his S-rank seemed to have no concept of money.

Lin Yuan nodded, understanding Angers' explanation.

He stuffed the envelope into his suit pocket and prepared to get out of the car, only to find that the old man in the driver's seat was still leaning back in his seat, showing no intention of turning off the engine and getting out.

"Aren't you coming in with me?" Lin Yuan asked curiously, his hand resting on the car door switch.

“Since it’s the S-Class that’s making its debut, my presence would only steal your thunder.” Angers took a deep drag on his cigar and pressed the central locking button.

"Go ahead and enjoy the old money's game."

"So what are you going to do now?"

“Go help the young girl find answers to her disillusioned life.” Angers flicked his cigarette ash, his tone deep.

Lin Yuan understood the implied meaning in those words; no wonder the principal was dressed so flamboyantly today.

Then Angers added, "Oh, by the way, don't go far after it's over. Remember to come with me to a dinner party tonight."

Wow, so they were waiting for him here.

Lin Yuan strongly suspected that this was Angers' true purpose. If he had mentioned a banquet from the beginning, Angers would most likely have found it troublesome and made excuses to decline.