Dragon Clan: Force me to be reborn and slay dragons

Chapter 290 What feelings? Between humans and dragons, there is only a bloody and fiery death struggle.

At night, some people eat fried chicken in the square, some order roast chicken at the clubhouse, and some even steal chickens in Kassel.

"Really? The White King was murdered?"

A slender figure dressed in black tactical clothing and with a matching mask covering her face visited the Chinese branch of Kassel College once again. She had come back empty-handed yesterday, but today she had an unexpected surprise.

The entire branch was beaming with smiles, not only because the Japanese branch, which they had long disliked, had suffered a disaster, but also because a major enemy of humans and hybrids had been eliminated.

She hid in the corner and listened for half the night, finally figuring out what had happened.

A specialist from Kassel went missing in Japan. The academy headquarters sent people to look for him, but instead of finding him, they found a dragon that could rival the Black King. So the headquarters and the Japanese branch decided to take advantage of the dragon's incomplete revival and nip it in the bud.

The girl was furious and trembling upon hearing this; a dragon's life is also a life!
But then I thought, it was the White King who died, so there's no problem.

Good riddance! Pop the champagne!

But I'm poor, I can't afford it.

"Speaking of which, how much is a plane ticket to Japan again?" The girl huddled in a corner, pondering the feasibility of stealing dragon bones from Japan. It was said that Japan was full of White King bloodlines, with thousands of A-level hybrids alone. Their resources must be abundant. Even if she couldn't steal the bones, stealing some antiques worth a lot of money would be excellent.

However, after calculating her entire net worth, she found that it was only enough to buy a one-way ticket, and obtaining a visa and passport would be quite troublesome.

After all, she had a record with the Kassel College, and disappearing or going abroad would easily attract attention.

Just as I was feeling a pang of regret, I saw the branch manager walk by with a smile on his face, talking on the phone.

"Old Cheng, why are you in such a hurry to gather men as soon as you get back? You just won a resounding victory yesterday, shouldn't you take a rest?"

"You really made our China branch look good this time. I was thinking of sharing your dragon-slaying experience with our colleagues in Beijing when you got back, but I didn't expect you to go straight back to your jurisdiction."

As he spoke, he pushed open the office door and went inside.

Just as the door closed, a wisp of hazy smoke, barely perceptible to the naked eye, quietly drifted through the crack.

The minister, completely unaware of the uninvited guest's intrusion, sat behind his desk and turned on his computer.

"Now that the White King is dead, what should be done with its dragon bones? Will the Japanese allow the academy headquarters to take them away?"

The slender figure hidden in the shadows perked up upon hearing this, moving closer as if afraid of missing any crucial information.

The phone wasn't on speaker, but with her hearing, she could hear everything clearly even from ten meters away. If she used some tricks to amplify her hearing, she wouldn't miss any gossip even from a kilometer away.

Cheng Shuangfan's voice came through the phone; it was young and composed, yet tinged with a hint of melancholy.

"The White King is indeed dead, but his dragon bones are gone too. Someone burned his body to ashes. When the Japanese branch went to the scene, they only found the White King's ashes; not a single relic was found."

"what?"

"You should also know that the one who killed the White King was that kid named Lu Mingfei. The power behind him is not simple. The Snake Clan owes them hundreds of billions."

"Oh——"

"The Dragon King's remains may have been burned, or they may have taken them, but no one knows for sure."

"Sigh!" The minister slapped his thigh, his face full of regret.

The girl hidden in the shadows beside him looked utterly shocked.

Man, what are you talking about?

Lu Mingfei? Dragon Slayer?

Are you crazy or am I hallucinating?

No, that's not right, it shouldn't be the Lu Mingfei she knows.

How could that loser who used the Jokers as his ID card and photocopies possibly have such supernatural abilities?

That's the White King. Even if he's at his peak, and he's only just recovered and hasn't regained all his power yet, she wouldn't dare to approach him so casually.

I must have heard it wrong!

As she was thinking this, she saw a file appear on the computer, and the photo was of that famous loser gamer from Shilan High School.

Wow, it really is you?!

The girl was a little confused, staring incredulously at the pathetic resume on the computer screen, which had suddenly changed its tone last month, transforming from a live-in son-in-law to a rising star in the city.

A fierce battle against the Corpse Guardians in Wuxia Gorge, a Frenchman fighting a horde of Dead Men alone, a Spanishman capturing a Dragon Girl alive, and a Japanese manipulating a beautiful girl while also killing a Dragon King...

No, is that right?
She looked at a concert photo attached to her resume. The handsome boy in the photo was playing the piano and singing, his eyes reflecting endless starlight. She couldn't see any connection whatsoever with the notorious loser from Shilan Middle School in her memory.

Today, when she secretly went to her neighbor's house to watch TV, she heard that song on the entertainment channel. It was actually quite nice, but hearing it sung by Lu Mingfei made it feel a bit surreal.

The call continued, and Cheng Shuangfan said that she was returning to China with Lu Mingfei, along with several promising young people who could definitely take on important responsibilities in the future, and that he was trying to woo them.

The girl was still in a daze when she suddenly heard a familiar name and snapped back to reality.

Why did that idiot go to Japan too?
Go ahead and get involved in something that's not your place at this stage!
"Oh, is that so? Then I'll have to trouble you, Lao Cheng. You must make sure to keep this promising talent in China." The minister earnestly instructed. In recent years, Kassel College has poached many promising talents, but very few are willing to return to China.

Firstly, the domestic situation is too peaceful, and there are very few cases of dragon resurgence.

Secondly, the mixed-race family is too domineering, and their domestic branches are often ridiculed to no end.

Therefore, they all prefer to guard a region from the outside. At least when killing foreign mixed-race people, they don't have to worry about anything. They can just shoot them in the chest twice and the head. Even the King of Hell would shake his head in disbelief.

No good? If not, then fire another burst!

"Hmm, it just so happens that a pure-blooded dragon has exposed its presence nearby. I wonder if we can call on Xiao Chu to join us. Young people should have more to talk about." Cheng Shuangfan had been cramming on Chu Zihang's exploits on the Night Watchers forum. She knew that this old friend had developed a violent streak and used everything from knives and guns to bombs and spells when carrying out missions.

This fighting style is a bit too fierce, and I don't know what Minister Schneider was thinking. Except for the first few times, he basically only let Chu Zihang carry out the missions.

He wasn't comfortable with the kid going it alone, so he brought him into his hunting team, and after graduation, he'd make him the vice-captain.

The two chatted idly for a while before hanging up. The girl had been eavesdropping the whole time, her bright eyes flashing with an ambiguous light.

Just as she was about to sneak away, the branch manager opened another document.

They are a pair of beautiful sisters, probably identical twins, looking almost exactly alike, only with significant differences in their demeanor. The older sister has an elegant air and dresses simply, appearing to be an honest and unassuming girl, while the younger sister has a flamboyant personality and dresses sexily, clearly a high-level player at first glance.

And it was on the younger sister's photo that a red stamp was stamped on it, clearly indicating that she was the target Cheng Shuangfan was going to hunt this time.

"Shao Nanyin, suspected to be the last generation of the species, danger level: medium."

The girl frowned slightly. If the information was true, then this dragon, who used the alias Shao Nanyin, was a bit too weak. Even an A-level hybrid with enhanced physical abilities should be able to fight her to a standstill.

However, someone who managed to rise to the position of manager in a nightclub shouldn't be so stupid as to wait until a hunter comes knocking before realizing what's happening.

She had no interest in the weak dragons, glanced at them casually, and prepared to leave through the open window.

However, a comment from the minister made her stop in her tracks:
"Sisterly affection? There is only a bloody and fiery battle between humans and dragons, where is there any true affection?"

"Poor girl, it just wanted a toy pet and happened to choose you."

The minister sighed and sent several emails instructing the East China branch to fully cooperate with Cheng Shuangfan. Then he opened the Night Watchers forum and started surfing the internet.

When he saw a post about whether Caesar, the student council president, or Chu Zihang, the next president of the Lionheart Society, contributed more to the God-Slaying Plan, the wind blowing in from the window seemed to freeze for a moment, but it didn't catch his attention. He just kept typing away:
"Just a casual observer, without bias, but I think Chu Zihang is destined for great things!"

A night breeze blew as the girl in black walked along the dwindling streets, the branch manager's words still seemingly echoing in her ears—

Between humans and dragons, there is only a deadly struggle of blood and fire; there is no true affection between them.

It just wanted a toy pet, and happened to choose you.

But is this really the case?

Not all dragons dream of roaming the world and roaring across the land; some dragons just want to live a carefree life, with someone to keep them company, potato chips to eat, and TV to watch every day...

The girl grew angrier and angrier. She picked up a stone from the ground, turned around, and threw it forcefully at the tall building behind her. Then, a crisp sound of shattering glass echoed in the night sky, followed by curses of "Damn it, which little brat smashed my window?"

With an unladylike gesture, the girl raised her middle finger and hopped cheerfully onto a speeding truck without swaying at all. When they arrived at the subway station, she lightly jumped off again.

After changing subway lines several times, she walked alone into a space that no one else could reach.

In the dimly lit, vast cavern, a television provided the only light source, playing Stephen Chow's classic film, "A Chinese Odyssey Part One: Pandora's Box".

The old-fashioned color TV occasionally flickered with static, while the soulful Mandarin dubbing emanated from the speakers:
"There was once a sincere love placed in front of me, but I did not cherish it. When I lost it, I regretted it deeply. There is nothing more painful in the world than this."

Thrust your sword into my throat, don't hesitate any longer!

If God could give me another chance, I would say three words to that girl: I love you.

If I had to put a time limit on this love, I would hope it would be ten thousand years!

On the television screen, the beautiful fairy was so moved by this love story woven from a lie that she could no longer hold her sword steady, and in her turmoil, she dropped it to the ground.

But the girl was already tired of such sweet talk. She disdained the love letters she threw into the trash that were even more cheesy and eloquent.

"Snapped!"

She slapped the thick, rugged stone wall with such force that it penetrated the stubborn rock, creating a powerful impact that sent fragments of stone falling and dust billowing everywhere.

"How many times have I told you not to sleep while watching TV? You have to put the TV away when you go to sleep. If you don't listen, believe me, I won't fix your TV next time!"

The girl's scolding echoed in the underground cavern, and then a large, candle-yellow lamp suddenly lit up on the rugged stone wall in front of her, its wick a vertical line like the eye of a snake.

This is not a lamp, but a huge golden eye.

The golden eyes that suddenly opened were not filled with violence, but with confusion and grievance, which finally turned into joy after seeing who it was:
"Sister, you are here."

His voice was deep and authoritative, yet it carried a hint of timidity and obsequiousness, much like a little kid begging for forgiveness after doing something wrong.

"Smack!" The girl slapped again, this time with much less force, and no more rocks fell from the rock wall.

"Don't change the subject. Remember what I just said?"

The slap landed on the hard, tough scales without causing any sensation, but the owner of the golden eyes still pretended to be in pain, blinking rapidly before saying:
"remember."

"Hmph." The girl snorted and placed the two large, full plastic bags on the ground.

"I have to go out for a couple of days, so eat these snacks sparingly."

"Okay." The owner of the golden eyes responded obediently, and was about to move the two large bags of snacks that could be swallowed in one bite to his side, but he keenly sensed that the girl's gaze was fixed on him and that her mood seemed a little off.

So she asked with concern, "Sister, are you unhappy? Did someone upset you?"

The girl shook her head, raised her hand to gently stroke the cold, sharp edges in front of her, and said with a hint of melancholy in her voice, "I was thinking about some unhappy things."

"How about watching a movie?" the owner of the golden eyes cautiously suggested, glancing at the small television screen.
"Supreme Treasure is very interesting. Watching it will make you happy and laugh."

"What are you laughing at? Let's see if you'll still be laughing in the second one." The girl raised her hand and slapped it again, this time withdrawing it with satisfaction, and turned to leave.

"gone."

"Goodbye, sister." A deep, authoritative voice bid farewell. Just as he was about to open a bag of snacks, he saw the girl suddenly turn around and stare straight at him, so he froze on the spot.

"What did I just say?"

"No watching TV, no sleeping, no drooling, and eat snacks sparingly!" The owner of the Golden Eyes answered the teacher's question like a kindergarten senior.

"Be good and wait for me to come back." The girl nodded and left satisfied.

As the girl's footsteps faded into the distance, only the light and sound of the television remained in the vast space.

Having confirmed that "sister" had left, Golden Eyes blinked twice, revealing a joyful expression.

"Bah-"

The potato chip bag was torn open, and a whole chip, covered in toppings, was carefully placed into the gaping maw with sharp teeth.

"Crunch, crunch—" The potato chips were chewed to pieces, accompanied by a deep, regal declaration:

"Potato chips are indeed the best-tasting thing in the world."

(End of this chapter)