Dragon Clan: Force me to be reborn and slay dragons

Chapter 324 The Dragon Clan's Undercover Mission! Xia Mi Was Here

Do you want to save your sister from this predicament?

Although she brought the fire and water upon herself, there was only one answer to this problem for Shao Nanyin—to save her!

We definitely need to save them, but how to do it requires careful planning; otherwise, we'll just be walking into the secret society's trap.

However, she didn't know how to answer at the moment.

As an anomaly among the dragons, she was already tired of the endless war.

She longs to lie lazily on a soft, comfortable sofa, sipping milk tea invented by humankind, chatting with her silly older sister about the latest TV dramas, gossiping about life and work, and having her help her choose a suitable blind date.

This kind of life, where people live in peace with each other and even depend on each other for survival, is what she truly desires.

But standing before her now is not her best friend with whom she can share intimate secrets, but her sovereign—Norton, the King of Bronze and Fire!
That tyrant who planted his battle flag across the land countless times, vowing to drive human civilization off the throne of the world and bring the dragon civilization back to the pinnacle of glory.

That great being who is an enemy of all mankind, an enemy of other dragon kings, and even an enemy of the entire world.

Is it really okay for me to tell him to my face that I want to save a human?

They'll die! They'll be utterly annihilated, leaving not even ashes behind!

Shao Nanyin cautiously raised her eyelids, trying to catch a trace of emotion on the king's face.

However, he simply crossed his arms casually, gazing at the distant night sky, as if the conversation had nothing to do with him.

On the contrary, the human boy who had asked the question standing beside the king was staring intently at her with burning eyes.

At first, Shao Nanyin was a little confused. She thought, "You mixed-race kid, Wang's lackey, how dare you talk nonsense without your master even saying anything? Have you never been beaten up by society?"

But when her gaze truly met Lu Mingfei's, a shiver originating from the depths of her blood instantly swept through her entire body.

Despite appearing to be just an ordinary human teenager, she felt an indescribable fear—the instinctive dread that living beings feel when facing higher-dimensional beings.

This...this...how is this possible?!
Her dragon eyes contracted violently, and her heart almost leaped out of her chest.

To be able to remain so calm and composed by the King's side, and to be so gentle, could it be His Highness Constantine?

That one also revived and left the palace to travel with the king in the human world.

Is this...right?!
However, if it really is that prince, she might still have a glimmer of hope.

Clinging to a last shred of hope, she secretly released the unique perception of the dragon race, hoping to find out if the other party was one of the sources of her bloodline.

But this exploration was like an ant glimpsing a vast galaxy.

"boom--!!!"

In her perception, the boy before her suddenly transformed into an indescribably majestic being; a mere glimpse was enough to strike her like a thunderbolt.

Cold sweat instantly soaked through his back, making his clothes, which had just dried a little, wet again. His brilliant golden eyes went out uncontrollably, and his pupils began to dilate abnormally. He almost died of fright due to over-stress.

What started as a single-knee kneeling has now turned into a full-body prostration, with the whole body trembling uncontrollably, as if it has been hit by ten more Frigga tranquilizer darts.

This is absolutely not His Majesty Constantine!

Shao Nanyin, a mere low-ranking dragon, could not determine the exact nature of this being. She only knew that it was definitely a high-ranking being no less than the Bronze and Fire Kings, and very likely one of the other elemental monarchs that the King had allied with.

The only ones who have left traces of their activities in the long history of this land are the King of Bronze and Fire and the King of Earth and Mountains. Could this be Prince Fenrir?

Shao Nanyin's throat bobbed involuntarily. Rumors about the Earth King were passed down among the dragons: tyrannical and capricious, ruling everything with iron-fisted methods, and causing mountains and rivers to change color at the slightest provocation.

Her fingertips trembled slightly, but she forced herself to support herself with her hands on the ground, straightening her spine inch by inch.

The pride of the royal family boiled in her blood. As a direct descendant of the King of Bronze and Fire, she could not show the slightest cowardice in front of other elemental monarchs, even in the face of death.

This is not only about his own dignity, but also about Nanqin's safety.

The king's wrath never burns only one person; if the king's dignity is damaged, not only will the person die, but Nanqin may also suffer.

Therefore, she answered Lu Mingfei's question in a humble but not obsequious voice:
"miss you!"

"I want to save Nanqin!"

As she said these words, she seemed to have all her strength drained away, her straight back hunching over again, ready to be executed by the enraged king.

Although he seemed to have changed a lot to adapt to modern society and no longer possessed the imposing aura of a king who could cause millions to die in a fit of rage, she clearly remembered the terrifying pressure that emanated from him when she revealed his identity.

A king is a king; no matter how his appearance changes, his core remains the same.

To her surprise, the king was not annoyed by her answer; in fact, he looked back at her with a hint of appreciation and approval.

The mysterious man standing in front of her burst out laughing, a laugh that made him look like an ordinary high school student.
"That's right, I like people like you who value loyalty and righteousness."

Shao Nanyin swallowed hard, wanting to say that she was a dragon, but it was a bit inappropriate to correct such a trivial matter at this moment, so she could only give an awkward but polite smile.

"Listen, I'm about to give you a task. After you complete it, we'll return your sister to you intact. After that, whether you want to wander the world or find a place to continue living a life of leisure, no one will bother you."

This promise came too easily. Shao Nanyin knew that in the long history of the Dragon Clan, there were very few beings who could receive a promise from the King himself. She never expected that she would receive one for such a trivial matter.

Before she could process the shock, she heard the other person continue:

"Pretend you've never seen us before. Don't tell anyone we exist. Just stay hanging in the tree until the person who rescued you comes back. Do whatever she asks of you unconditionally."

Shao Nanyin was taken aback: "Weren't you the ones who saved me just now?"

Lu Mingfei didn't react much to the respectful address, simply waving his hand casually: "Someone else saved you. She'll most likely ask you to do something for her. Just cooperate."

"Then, do I need to contact you constantly to report on the situation?" Shao Nanyin subconsciously reached for her phone, but found nothing. She then remembered that she had given it to Shao Nanqin when they exchanged identities.

After thinking for a moment, Lu Mingfei gave her a phone number and told her not to contact him unless it was an emergency.

"That's it. Just focus on completing the mission. Don't worry about your sister. I have connections with the Secret Service, so she'll be fine." Lu Mingfei patted her shoulder, and without waiting for a response, he pressed down on her neck. Shao Nanyin, who was about to say something to express her gratitude, instantly rolled her eyes and fainted.

"Do you really need to come all the way here to give me these few instructions?" Old Tang was puzzled. In his opinion, even if Shao Nanyin didn't receive specific instructions from Lu Mingfei, she would definitely act according to their expectations.

After all, she had no choice.

He had been watching from afar on the overpass, and although he couldn't see the figure hidden within the Word of Power: Dark Illumination, he could still feel a sense of familiarity.

Unlike the deep-seated disgust in the Nibelungen, it's more like... how to put it, envy of other people's children, with a hint of pity for their misfortune and anger at their lack of ambition.

His senses were so complex that he couldn't even describe exactly what it felt like.

"After giving her instructions, she won't wander around like a headless fly, and the pressure on her will be less." Lu Mingfei's actions were simply to reduce the pressure on Shao Nanyin. Otherwise, if she found out that she had been caught up in the Dragon King's scheme, she probably wouldn't dare to close her eyes at night, fearing that she would be stabbed thirty-six times in the back and that the case would end with her dying by suicide.

As the saying goes in Infernal Affairs, being an undercover agent is always a struggle between life and death, a constant state of anxiety, and a constant navigating between the legitimate and criminal worlds, as if you were in an inescapable hell.

"Alright, you decide." Old Tang didn't say anything more. In this regard, he always trusted Lu Mingfei's judgment. He hung the unconscious Shao Nanyin back on the tree, making sure that her position was exactly the same as before and that she had never woken up, before jumping down and returning to the car.

As soon as he got in the car, Fingel leaned over and asked, "What did you do with that dragon? Steamed or sashimi?"

"Charcoal grill." Lu Mingfei pushed his head away, closed the car door, yawned, and gestured for Fingel to drive back to the hotel quickly.

Fingel was just asking casually. He knew that Lu Mingfei and Lao Tang had many secrets, but since they were already on the wrong boat, there was no reason for them to get off without getting anything in return.

They will speak up when the time is right.

When the big news comes out, he'll be rich, won't he?

Thinking of this, he was in a great mood and even couldn't help but hum a little tune.

Last night, he stirred up trouble on the Night Watchers forum, successfully igniting an epic war of words between the Lionheart and the Student Council, and made a fortune by using his exclusive secrets to instigate double-dealing.

This afternoon, I had a pleasant chat with the chairman of the Su Group over tea instead of wine, discussing important economic matters. The chairman hinted that he would give me a large red envelope as a "consulting fee" once the investment yielded results.

This life couldn't be better!

As expected, there's no future in Kassel College. I was starving nine times out of three. It's much better to follow Lu Mingdeng, where everything is taken care of.

Meanwhile, Chu Zihang bid farewell to Cheng Shuangfan and borrowed Gao Mi's motorcycle, speeding towards the scene of the rear-end collision.

Under the cover of night, with the engine roaring, the black knight streaked across the street like a black lightning bolt.

The orange glow of the streetlights spread across the asphalt road, and a jet-black Maybach was parked quietly by the roadside, its streamlined body gleaming with understated luxury in the night.

The car windows were rolled down, and the girl's slender arms were lazily draped over the window frame, her chin resting on the back of her hand, her hair gently tousled by the night breeze.

Xia Mi stared listlessly at the end of the road, her long eyelashes casting a small shadow under her eyes, her eyes filled with resentment as she thought, "Why isn't he back yet? I've been waiting so long the flowers are almost withered."

Suddenly, the roar of the engine pierced the silence of the night.

The girl suddenly looked up, her face beaming with surprise.

Even though Chu Zihang was still wearing a full-face helmet, she recognized him instantly as if by telepathy. Her slender upper body immediately leaned out of the car window, one hand gripping the car door, the other hand raised high, waving to him in the night wind.

This dangerous act caused passing drivers to slow down and take a second look.

A girl eagerly awaits your return, guiding you home like a lighthouse in the night. What young man could resist such a sight? Who wouldn't be moved?

The answer is Chu Zihang.

"That's dangerous." The motorcycle pulled up next to the Maybach with a graceful drift, the tires making a soft squeak on the ground.

Chu Zihang lifted the windshield, revealing his still sharp eyes despite wearing contact lenses again: "It's easy for a car coming from behind to cause an accident."

Xia Mi pouted, shrinking back like a scolded cat, but then defiantly put her arm back on the windowsill and rested her chin on it. The light from the streetlamp fell into her eyes, as if it had crushed and contained the entire Milky Way.

"You promised to bring me here to broaden my horizons, but you left me here all alone. Aren't you afraid I'll run into danger?" She blinked at Chu Zihang, her voice carrying just the right amount of melancholy.
"Senior brother, you have no heart."

Seeing her resentful little expression, a certain past event stored in Chu Zihang's mind was triggered and began to play automatically.

That was about three years ago. He remembered that he had invited the cheerleader of Shilan High School to watch a movie as a way of repaying her for her support in the inter-school basketball game.

After watching the movie, he never contacted her again, so much so that the way she looked at him later seemed to be filled with sorrow.

Memories here exhibit a strange discontinuity, like a watercolor painting blurred by rain, where the boundaries become indistinct.

Chu Zihang frowned slightly. The image of the cheerleader in his memory gradually overlapped with Xia Mi in front of him, and the two faces kept changing and overlapping in his consciousness.

He originally thought things were simple: the favors would be repaid and neither party would owe the other anything, but the details that surfaced at that moment began to shake that belief.

The air conditioning in the theater was blasting, and the film being shown was an obscure art film. The dull narrative made everyone drowsy. During the screening, she leaned over and whispered, "This movie is so boring, shall we watch something else?"

He simply stared intently at the screen and replied in his usual calm tone, "When we booked the box, we only prepared this one film."

When the movie ended, she had already woken up and angrily punched him.

When they met again later, her resentful look wasn't a complaint that he stopped contacting her after the movie, but rather an expression of annoyance at his choice of film, which wasted a date and tarnished a beautiful memory.

She had put so much thought and effort into it, but that dull art film completely ruined it all.

Looking at the sullen Xia Mi, Chu Zihang suddenly wondered how much of his youth she had occupied in his memories.

Did every unknown corner bear the mark of "Xia Mi was here," only to be quietly buried before the girl left, pretending she had never been there?

"Senior brother," Xia Mi waved her hand in front of his eyes, "Why are you daydreaming?"

Chu Zihang calmed his thoughts, did not answer, took off a helmet and handed it to her: "Let's go, I'll take you home."

(End of this chapter)