Dragon Clan: Force me to be reborn and slay dragons

Chapter 322 Let's exchange hostages!

To be honest, when Shao Nanyin met those golden eyes, she wondered for a moment if she had met someone like herself.

Because she had disobeyed the king's orders and been exposed to the secret society, her own people, who were secretly monitoring her, decided to eliminate her.

But soon, she recognized who the boy who gave her such a strong sense of pressure was.

It was the young man who appeared at the movie theater and the car accident scene earlier. The long, thin object he was carrying after being rear-ended was the Japanese sword that had just swept down the tree.

Scrambling to her feet, Shao Nanyin felt incredibly heavy-hearted.

It was such a perfect scheme to deceive everyone, even the S-class executive of the secret service was fooled, but it all fell apart at the last moment when they were about to escape.

She was now unarmed, without even a kitchen knife. How could she escape from this obviously incredibly strong mixed-race boy?

Step by step, Shao Nanyin retreated, trying to wait for the moment when the opponent's aura lock loosened so that she could unleash all her strength to escape.

Her incantation was only a physical enhancement, but the weapon in the opponent's hand was clearly an alchemical weapon, which looked ominous. Shao Nanyin found it hard to believe that her enhanced physique could withstand the opponent's powerful slash, unless she could hatch a dragon body.

But does she have that ability?

No.

Cold sweat beaded on her forehead and slid down her beautiful cheeks; Shao Nanyin's psychological pressure was mounting.

I'm afraid he's holding back a big move, and I'm also afraid that when he does make a move, it will be a fatal blow.

Chu Zihang appeared cold and aloof, but his heart was far from calm.

Everything that had just happened inside the container was transmitted to his ears through his headset.

Both Shao Nanyin's self-narration and Shao Nanqin's selfless act of saving the dragon moved him deeply.

In his mind, in his education, and even in the missions he carried out, the dragon race and the human race were always locked in a life-or-death struggle.

But the dragon in front of them formed a deep bond with an ordinary purebred human, and even after escaping by chance, it did not forget to find an opportunity to rescue Shao Nanqin.

Twenty-three years of companionship is long enough for humans, but compared to the long-lived dragon race, it is merely a nap in the long dragon life.

Can such unequal concepts of time spark precious ideas?

Chu Zihang didn't know, but subconsciously he thought of the black-haired girl humming a song while cleaning in the long-abandoned old villa.

If the person standing on the opposite side of the Secret Party were her, the girl who had been with him throughout his youth but secretly erased everything, could he bring himself to do it?
My thoughts flashed by, and then I heard the roar of a motorcycle engine in the distance.

Shao Nanyin's expression changed again. Seeing that Chu Zihang was hesitant to make a move, she assumed that he wanted to wait for his teammates to form an encirclement so that they could trap him like a turtle in a jar. Without saying a word, she turned around and fled.

But the moment she turned around, Chu Zihang also moved.

Unable to come up with an answer, he planned to consult Lu Mingfei when he got back. For now, he would just stick to his image as a kind and helpful citizen.

He grabbed the knife and ran wildly, chasing closely behind Shao Nanyin, silent like a heartless killer.

Shao Nanyin's figure darted through the dense forest, withered branches breaking underfoot and mud splashing everywhere.

She had already sped up to try and shake off Chu Zihang, but no matter how fast she ran, she could still hear the distinct footsteps behind her.

Clearly, the boy behind her was fully capable of grabbing her, but for some reason, he never rushed over to take her down.

Whether she was trying to play the long game or worried that she had a backup plan and wanted other teammates to snipe her from a distance, Shao Nanyin didn't know.

She was just running with all her might, like in the most brutal Battle of Baidi City, playing a life-or-death race with the mixed-race soldiers under Liu Xiu's command. Whoever ran slower would die first under the World-Destroying Spirit - Candle Dragon.

The roar of a motorcycle engine in the distance arrived in an instant, and Shao Nanyin heard a capable female voice call out, "Over there!"

Her heart skipped a beat as she saw a beam of high beams shining from ahead, followed by a black motorcycle bursting into view.

Judging from their clothes, unsurprisingly, they were the young couple who had hailed the taxi earlier.

Damn it, why do these bastards from the Secret Service only know how to approach missions from the perspective of romance and love?

It's one thing for Cheng Shuangfan to pretend to be a blind date to get close to Nan Qin, but her subordinates also frequently pretend to be couples.

Is romantic love the only thing on your minds?
Shao Nanyin felt that she might be a fake dragon, after all, she had never had any desire in that area over the years, while the fool Nanqin was always thinking about finding a man.

Sometimes she would lament that if she had known Nanqin needed a man so much, she would have treated him like a younger brother from the start.

Thinking this, she suddenly burst forth with another burst of strength, accelerating once more, trying to shake off her pursuers.

However, Gao Mi and Wan Boqian were not as reckless as Chu Zihang, who dared to stop pure-blooded dragons with just a knife. Their direct combat strength was not that strong, and unlike Ye Sheng and Jiu Deyaji, they did not have a history of losing their guns, so they carried guns with them.

The terrain was uneven and slightly muddy after the rain, but Gao Mi was still able to control the motorcycle with one hand and draw a gun from her waist with the other, firing without even aiming.

“Bang bang bang bang bang bang—!”

The sound of the gunshot, after being fitted with a silencer, dissipated completely in the wind within a few dozen meters of the forest, attracting no attention from the outside world. However, the scarlet bullets, propelled by the gunpowder, arrived in an instant, aiming to take down the fast-moving dragon.

In this country, gun and ammunition are strictly controlled. The entire hunting team is equipped with Friga tranquilizer darts, which not only prevents accidental injuries but also saves the trouble of recovering the bullets.

Several scarlet bullet marks tore through the night, grazing Shao Nanyin's hair and embedding themselves in the tree trunk.

Gao Mi's marksmanship was extremely accurate; even on the bumpy motorcycle, every shot precisely blocked her movement.

Wan Boqian wrapped one arm around Gao Mi's waist, while holding a pistol with a laser sight in the other hand, her golden eyes slightly narrowed.

The Word of Power: Bloodline Binding was in operation. She could clearly sense the boiling dragon blood within Shao Nanyin's body, as dazzling as a torch in the night. The gun muzzle remained aimed at the rapidly running woman, constantly pulling the trigger to block the dragon's movement.

"Left front, she's preparing to change direction around the tree!" Wan Boqian whispered.

Without hesitation, Gao Mi flipped her wrist, slightly adjusted the muzzle of the gun, and fired three tranquilizer darts in a triangular pattern.

Shao Nanyin suddenly turned around, the bullet grazing her ribs, but the fourth bullet that followed cleverly predicted her dodge trajectory and pierced her shoulder!

"Ugh!" she groaned as the anesthetic from Friga's bullet instantly seeped into her bloodstream, causing half of her body to go numb. But she gritted her teeth, held her breath, and raised her right hand, which had transformed into a dragon claw, to tap her shoulder twice. This was a technique she had learned during her years of wandering, forcibly sealing off the flow of blood and qi to prevent the drug from spreading, but half of her body still inevitably began to go numb.

"Tsk, he's not that easy to take down after all."

Gao Mi frowned, fired all her bullets in one go, but missed again.

The motorcycle engine roared, suddenly accelerated, and then made a beautiful drift, stopping ten meters in front of Shao Nanyin.

He leaped down, two guns in hand, their silver barrels gleaming coldly in the moonlight.

Wan Boqian, as the support, immediately retreated to maintain a safe distance while continuing to use her Word of Power to track Shao Nanyin's movements.

Despair and resentment swirled within Shao Nanyin, yet she refused to give up. With the giant humanoid dragon wielding a knife behind her not intervening, she and the other two gun-wielders might still be able to fight their way out. "Bang bang bang bang—"

The dirt on the ground exploded, and mud flew everywhere. Shao Nanqin's location was covered by Frigga's bullets. She struggled to move, but finally let out a muffled groan as a crimson mist of blood exploded from her thigh. Her movements became difficult to maintain, and she finally slowed down.

Seeing this, Gao Mi did not approach. Instead, she simultaneously removed the magazines from both guns and changed them, maintaining a perfect shooting angle in coordination with Wanbo.

Upon seeing this, Shao Nanyin's eyes suddenly ignited with a frenzied flame. She abruptly stopped, her chest heaving violently as she took a deep breath of cold air.

The next moment, something strange happened.

Fine, moon-white scales bloomed on his skin like frost flowers, sharp bone spurs rose from his forehead, and his fingernails grew into menacing claws. Shao Nanqin's pupils contracted into two dangerous vertical lines, and a low, hoarse dragon roar rolled from his throat.

This is the second time she has fully revealed her true form as a dragon since her first encounter with Shao Nanqin.

The moonlight shimmered on the crystalline scales, which, far from appearing ferocious, instead exuded an eerie beauty, like a moonlit sprite.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to captivate two-year-old Nanqin back then.

Memories flooded back. The little idiot had eaten too many steamed buns and vomited. Her aunt had slapped her hand and made her stand at the door as punishment. On a cold, rainy night, the little girl, just over two years old, stood under the eaves in a little nightgown, her face full of grievance and crying her heart out. Even I, who was secretly watching from the shadows, couldn't help but feel a little sad.

Having just been reborn, she walked into the moonlight in her half-dragon form, her silver scales reflecting the clear light. She danced an ancient dragon dance around the sobbing little girl and even imitated human faces to try to cheer her up.

When Nanqin, who could barely speak, finally broke into a smile through her tears, she wiped away the tear stains on her small face with her fingers and made a promise that transcended race.

"Don't cry. I'll be there for you from now on. Will you stay with me too?"

Then the little fool started crying again, too anxious to speak, and could only nod repeatedly.

The gunshots must have been transmitted to the container via walkie-talkie. Now, the fool Nanqin, who has taken her place as a prisoner, should already know what's going on here, and she's probably so anxious that she's in tears again.

But don't worry, I will escape, and I will definitely come back to save you!

wait for me!

Gao Mi's pupils contracted slightly, but her finger remained firmly on the trigger. Bullets rained down like a storm, but Shao Nanyin no longer dodged.

The scales collided with the bullets, causing clouds of blood mist to erupt from her body.

Her speed suddenly increased, unleashing her full potential. The Friga anesthetic spread rapidly through her bloodstream, but she paid no heed and pounced on Gao Mi like a white lightning bolt.

Gao Mi retreated steadily, but the pistol clicked empty; the bullets were all gone. Even a blue whale should have fallen by now, but the dragon girl was still charging towards him, her sharp claws aimed straight for his throat.

Shao Nanyin's goal was clear: to take hostages!

Gao Mi was forced to lean back, but it was too late to completely dodge.

At this critical moment——

A bright, gleaming blade flashed like lightning as Chu Zihang charged forward, the back of his Murasame blade aimed at the back of Shao Nanyin's neck.

However, before the back of the blade could even touch her raised hair, the white dragon's charge came to an abrupt halt. She fell to the ground like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the mud, her clothes and white scales stained with filth.

Gao Mi touched her Adam's apple and took two steps back. Looking at the Dragon Girl lying on the ground with her eyes closed and a look of unwillingness still on her face, her golden eyes flashed slightly. She thought to herself, "That was close!" and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Incredible! This dragon has an incredibly strong will. It withstood Friga's bullets and charged this far."

Chu Zihang sheathed his sword and nodded silently.

He had carried out countless missions and knew the power of Friga bullets all too well. Even the most outstanding hybrids would lose consciousness instantly after being shot, and he himself was no exception.

Despite being hit by nearly ten tranquilizer darts, the dragon managed to hold on for more than two seconds.

Is it willpower overriding the body, or fear driving instinct?

Are dragons really willing to go to such lengths for a human?
Or perhaps, she simply knew better than anyone what the fate would be if she fell into the hands of the Secret Service, and was just making a desperate gamble?
Thinking this, he sighed silently and was about to pick up the walkie-talkie to report when his raised hand suddenly stopped. He then immediately pressed down on the hilt of his knife and turned around abruptly, his golden eyes, which never went out, looking in the direction of Wan Boqian like a hawk.

Gao Mi was startled by his sudden action. Following his gaze, her expression changed drastically.

Moonlight filtered through the gaps in the treetops, casting dappled shadows.

In the shadows where they intersected, a blurry black figure stood silently, one hand gripping Wan Boqian's throat, revealing only a pair of pale golden pupils, cold and mocking.

Wan Boqian's face was deathly pale, her lips trembling, yet she couldn't utter a sound. Her limbs were stiff as a puppet, only her eyes frantically conveying a warning: This person is dangerous! Extremely dangerous!

Gao Mi's pupils contracted sharply. He hadn't expected that while he had avoided Shao Nanyin's frontal attack, Wan Boqian behind him had silently fallen into enemy hands.

He quickly raised his gun and pressed the magazine release button to try to change the bullet.

However, before he could complete this series of protest actions, the tall figure in black suddenly tightened his fingers slightly, causing Wan Boqian to cry out in pain.

Gao Mi's movements froze instantly, and Chu Zihang's knuckles silently pressed against the hilt of the knife.

"Who are you?" Gao Mi asked in a deep voice. Although Chu Zihang was the most powerful person present, he was the most senior and had to be the one to negotiate with the other party.

However, the dark figure did not speak, but pointed to Shao Nanyin on the ground and shook Wan Boqian in his hand, indicating that the hostages should be exchanged.

Gao Mi's face was grim, her Adam's apple bobbed, and her voice was extremely low: "Listen, whoever you are, let's talk this out. Kidnapping and harming a Kassel Executive Department specialist is a serious crime..."

The shadowy figure's golden eyes flickered slightly, as if it were smiling.

Then Wan Boqian let out a choking "gurgling" sound from her throat, her toes already three inches off the ground.

Gao Mi's face darkened as she weighed whether she should make a decision on the spot, when Cheng Shuangfan suddenly gave her an order through her earpiece: "Agree to him."

Gao Mi was overjoyed upon hearing this. Chu Zihang had already grabbed the mud-like Shao Nanyin and headed towards Wan Boqian's location.

His golden eyes were fixed on the hazy black figure, trying to discern its identity from the details.

However, the opponent's figure seemed to be distorted by some force, making even the most basic features unrecognizable.

When the distance closed to ten meters, the dark figure suddenly tightened its grip on Wan Boqian's neck, forcing out a cry of pain.

Chu Zihang frowned, stopped, and with a burst of strength, flung Shao Nanyin away like a discarded pawn.

Her slender body traced an arc before crashing heavily onto the open ground between them.

The shadowy figure chuckled and dragged Wan Boqian forward a few steps. Just as Chu Zihang's fingertips touched the hilt of the knife for the second time, he suddenly pushed her out!
Chu Zihang paused in his action of drawing his sword, and used one hand to support Wan Boqian, who was flying through the air, to steady her.

When I looked up again, the woods were empty, with only the night wind swirling up muddy fallen leaves.

The shadowy figure and Shao Nanyin had vanished without a trace.

(End of this chapter)