Dragon Clan: Force me to be reborn and slay dragons

Chapter 245 Stop him, don't let him die here.

The person upstairs must be an unheard-of formidable enemy, capable of defeating Uesugi Koshi so thoroughly. They might even be the ancient dragon that the first Lionheart Society members faced in human form.

Therefore, he dared not let his guard down at all, and the moment he got close, he unleashed his strongest trump card—Time Zero.

This is one of the most unsolvable words of power in the world. Almost no one can capture the release process of Time Zero, and the releaser is always at the center of the Time Zero domain, which can be regarded as boundless from a certain perspective!
Angers is the world’s top user of Time Zero, and his lineage allows him to extend time by about 50 times within the Time Zero realm.

Others would try to stretch a minute into two, but he can make a second feel like fifty!
This is the secret behind his brutal beating of Uesugi Kotsugi, a top-tier mixed-race individual, and earning him the title of the world's strongest assassin.

That's what gave him the confidence to venture into this dangerous place alone.

No one in this world can speed up time, except him!
With the folding knife already in his hand, Angers pushed open the door that had a "Closed for Business" sign and was about to rush inside.

But the moment the door opened, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind—

It seems that Lu Mingfei is on a date with a pretty girl today.

Is it...

"boom--!!!"

A rifle bullet, accompanied by a swirling airflow, appeared so suddenly that it was astonishingly fast, even in the realm of zero time.

Angers' body reacted the instant the bullet entered the area.

He tilted his head slightly, the bullet grazing his meticulously styled white hair, blasting a bowl-sized hole in the glass door behind him, before continuing its trajectory into the counter in the lobby on the first floor.

The trajectory of the flying debris was clearly visible in time zero, falling towards the unfortunate waiter lying on the ground, the scene like a slow-motion movie.

"boom--!!!"

The gunshot came a beat later, and Angers instantly calculated that the sniper was definitely not far away, and knew that there was more than one shot coming.

On the rooftop less than fifty meters away from him, Mai Shude expressionlessly pulled the trigger. Brass cartridge cases flew out wildly, clanging on the concrete ground and dancing among the other cartridge cases scattered on the ground.

The moment Angers appeared and turned to rush towards the restaurant, the sexy female ninja had already aimed her FAMAS automatic rifle at the end of the silver-gray figure's path.

Lu Mingfei ultimately lacked experience; the struggle between dragons and hybrids was far more unpredictable and terrifying than human wars. Jiu De Mai had been secretly following him all along.

She had already noticed Uesugi Kotsushi and wanted to warn him, but her boss stopped her and told her to wait and see how things developed.

Only after Angers, the intruder, appeared, was permission granted to fire.

"Stop him, we can't let him die here."

Dressed in a black combat uniform, Mai Shude knelt on one knee, the butt of her modified FAMAS automatic rifle resting steadily against her shoulder.

The French-made assault rifle, its matte black sheen gleaming in the twilight, held fifty rounds of 5.56×45mm M193 rifle ammunition, poised to fire in its extended magazine. As the world's greatest dragon slayer charged toward Chateau Joel Robuchon, it pulled the trigger on the deserted main gate!
"Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang -!"

In fully automatic mode, the FAMAS assault rifle can fire 25 bullets per second. In the 50x deceleration zone of zero time, the flight speed of each bullet drops dramatically!

But even with advance warning, the barrage of bullets still poured down the moment Angers reached the goal!

Angers suddenly turned around, his folding knife drawing a cold arc in front of him, precisely cleaving the bullet that was heading straight for his face, splitting it in two and embedding it into the door panels on both sides.

Then, the folding knife traced dark gold patterns under the moonlight, and miraculously cut down all the incoming bullets. The restaurant's main entrance, which he was protecting behind him, became the only casualty.

With Angers' speed, he could have easily dodged, but the waiter who had been knocked unconscious and carelessly discarded by Uesugi became an invisible constraint, forcing him to stay in place and endure the blow!

Within the realm of time zero, Angers, his face as calm as still water, dealt with the successive bullets, while out of the corner of his eye he caught sight of pedestrians scattering in panic at the sudden gunfire.

An office worker's briefcase falls from his hand, the documents slowly but steadily breaking free of their grip, and one can foresee the scene that follows: scattered all over the floor.

A couple was huddled together in a corner, hugging tightly, while a convenience store clerk nearby frantically pulled his head back, trying to reach for his phone to call the police!

Not far away, an old man covered in blood was furious, his hands gripping a piece of broken brick, as if he was about to smash it towards the source of the gunshot!
Two seconds later, the bullets were all gone.

"We're done, time to call it a day~"

Mai Shude left the FAMAS gun, which was empty and smoking, behind her. She glanced one last time at the quiet second floor of the restaurant, stretched like a female college student who had just finished a club activity, and slowly walked towards the rooftop door.

欻!
Three meters away from her, half a broken brick came flying through the air and landed directly on the spot where she had just been.

boom!
Uesugi Kotsu's furious attack had no effect; the outlaw had already left in style, leaving behind only a pile of spent bullet casings.

If the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department traces the bullet casings left at the scene, they can only find a gang in Osaka that was wiped out the day before yesterday. Tonight's shooting will only be seen as a premeditated attack.

Apologize, bow, arrest a few gangsters, and the matter is considered settled.

As the comments section closed, Angers grabbed the unlucky waiter and threw him aside, then rushed upstairs without daring to delay any longer!

Upon reaching the second floor, one discovers that this famous restaurant appears to have just survived a typhoon.

An expensive crystal chandelier lay smashed on the floor, the walls were covered in spiderweb-like cracks, and the windowpanes and the expensive imported solid wood tables, chairs, bar counters, and wine cabinets were almost entirely rotten. Red wines flown in from France and Italy left dark red stains on the ravaged wooden floors, as if proclaiming their tragic fate. Angers walked slowly forward, his folding knife held horizontally in front of him, cautiously scanning every corner.

Inside the collapsed cell, a headless corpse lay silently, its head rolled three meters away, its face still wearing a blood-stained white noble mask, and the cut on its neck was so clean it was chilling, without a single rough edge.

The corpse was holding two short sticks in its hand. Only half of the body remained, with the rest broken into pieces and lying on the ground.

He rushed towards the kitchen and saw several chefs and waiters in white uniforms lying unconscious in disarray, with the general manager and manager lying on top of them.

Their faces were deathly pale, but their chests were still rising and falling slightly, indicating that they had been knocked unconscious and dumped here.

However, after searching the entire second floor, he couldn't find anyone. Finally, he saw an open window in the direction of the back door of the restaurant. The evening breeze blew in, blowing up the European-style fabric curtains and diluting the bloody smell on the second floor.

He peered down and saw a blue convertible Lamborghini Aventador roar and disappear at the end of the street.

There was a short-haired boy and a long-haired girl sitting in the car.

As the Lamborghini turned off the long street, the young man in the driver's seat seemed to sense something, his gaze momentarily shifting towards him.

The gazes of the old man and the young man collided across a distance of tens of meters, one side showing solemnity and astonishment, the other showing complete indifference.

As the Lamborghini disappeared from sight, Angers slowly withdrew his gaze, and the folding knife he was gripping loosened a bit.

In that brief moment of eye contact, he felt a chill run down his spine. It seemed that if he hadn't lingered downstairs for two seconds and tried to intercept the car as it started moving, he might have really lost his life here.

The Yangtze River's waves push the previous waves forward, and the previous waves die on the beach. But Lu Mingfei's waves are clearly monstrous waves that can kill both the previous waves and the beach.

So terrifying, so terrifying!

Maintaining zero time is also a huge drain on energy. He dispelled the field that slowed down time and accelerated his own speed, took out his phone, and called Inuyama He.

Before the other party could speak, he briefly explained the situation and told him to quickly find someone to clean up the scene and handle the aftermath, so as not to wait for the Tokyo police to arrive and cause trouble. Then he hung up the phone and walked downstairs.

In the shadows of the alley behind the restaurant, Uesugi leaned against the mottled brick wall, each breath accompanied by a sharp pain deep in his chest.

He didn't have many obvious wounds, and because of his royal bloodline, most of those wounds had stopped bleeding.

Although it can't heal to near-complete recovery in the blink of an eye like it did when I was younger, at least I don't have to worry about dying from excessive blood loss.

He had wanted to follow Angers to catch up, but he heard the roar of a sports car engine coming from the back street of the restaurant. Despite his haste, he didn't even get to taste the exhaust fumes.

Angers pushed open the back door of the restaurant. His silver-gray suit reflected the light from the streetlights and neon signs, creating a stark contrast with Uesugi's disheveled appearance.

He held an unopened bottle of water and handed it to Uesugi Kotsugi, his heart filled with many questions, but seeing that utterly forlorn look in his eyes, all his unspoken words boiled down to one sentence:
"Have a drink."

Upon hearing this, Uesugi Koshi looked down at his still trembling hands.

These hands, which once could easily break steel, can no longer even make a simple grasping motion.

During the few punches he exchanged with Lu Mingfei, the bones in his left fist were almost shattered. If he hadn't activated the Dragon Bone state beforehand, not only his fist, but his entire arm might have been ruined.

The muscles in his right forearm were deformed, leaving a dark, sunken handprint. At that moment, he almost thought that Lu Mingfei was going to crush his arm bone.

Seeing this, Angers unscrewed the bottle cap and handed the water bottle to Uesugi Kotsugi: "The Snake Clan will be here soon."

Uesugi Koshi slowly raised his head; the shattered mask had long since been removed, revealing a weathered face.

The golden eyes had been extinguished, and the once arrogant gaze had been replaced by a deeper emotion—a desperate plea that Angers had never seen in his old friend's eyes before.

“Angers…” Uesugi Kotsushi’s voice was hoarse beyond recognition. He took the water bottle but didn’t drink; he just gripped the bottle tightly, the clear water churning within him like a turbulent lake reflecting his own murky heart.
"My daughter..."

He didn't finish his sentence. He knew things were going badly when he heard the Lamborghini roar, but he still clung to a sliver of hope.

Angers shook his head slightly, saying nothing, yet it was as if he had said everything.

Uesugi Kotsushi's body trembled violently, the plastic bottle completely deformed in his hand, and he leaned weakly against the wall, his expression as painful as when he received the testimony from Angers years ago.

Seeing his expression, Angers sighed silently in his heart, patted his shoulder to comfort him, and said:
“Things are probably not what you think. I know the boy who is with your daughter. He is my junior and a very outstanding and remarkable young man.”

Upon hearing this, Uesugi Koshi abruptly raised his head, as if a drowning person had grasped at a straw: "Really?"

Hearing the distant sirens and the curious glances from passersby, Ang nodded slightly.
"Let's go, this isn't a good place to chat."

With that, he strode away, and Uesugi Kotsugu followed without hesitation.

In the alley across the street, a baby-faced young man wearing a baseball cap quietly watched all of this.

After the two elderly men left, he adjusted his hat brim and quietly blended into the crowd.

(End of this chapter)