Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei's Bullet Screen Wish Machine

"Not only that."

Zhou Minhao sighed:

"If only they were all human, but there are mixed-race families dragging us down, capitalist groups profiting from selling corruption drugs, doomsday cults, surrender factions, traitors, dragon girl fetishists, horn fetishists... To put it bluntly, the anti-human forces within the dragon race are nowhere near as large as those within the human race."

Lu Mingfei: "...Did you sneak something strange in there?"

"The only ones who really take dragon slaying seriously these days are Kassel College. To be honest, I admire them quite a bit—I'm referring to the students. As for the board of directors… let's not even mention them."

Zhou Minhao touched his chin:

"Even the Zhou family is the same. Those old guys have no feelings for this land. The dragon blood content in their bodies is too high, and they don't regard ordinary people as their own kind at all... Yet, it is this group of people who are in power within the family."

Unless a first-generation being manifests, the Zhou family will not intervene, because the Dragon King truly poses a threat to them.

Lu Mingfei looked at him, then at the toilet:

"Aren't you here representing the Zhou family? Those bats flying around... I mean, weasels, they shouldn't count as the Dragon King, right?"

"It's a long story."

Zhou Minhao found a broom from somewhere and dug up the ashes on the ground:

"Look at this."

Two huge triangular patterns appeared on the toilet floor, intersecting vertically to form a six-pointed star.

"This is the Seal of Solomon, the symbol of the Solomon Temple, an old European mixed-race power."

Zhou Minhao stomped his foot hard on the ground, wiping away the sticky, dark paint:

"A knight from the Order of the Solomon Temple has entered the country with a pureblood dragon, which is taboo. I must chop off that claw."

Zhou Minhao's expression was quite serious. Lu Mingfei thought of the wish in the live stream comment earlier, so he also became serious:

"What is he going to do in the country?"

Zhou Minhao blinked:

"Stealing wives."

Lu Mingfei: "?"

"Well, I have a friend who likes his wife..."

Noticing Lu Mingfei's increasingly disdainful look, Zhou Minhao quickly explained:

"It's not my problem. A lot of people like his wife, so we even created a group chat specifically for them..."

There are also groups of like-minded people... Lu Mingfei's eyes showed even more disdain.

"Ahem, his wife is actually a member of the Solomon Temple Order, a half-blood who defected from the organization."

Zhou Minhao was a little embarrassed:

"My friend and his wife are in a marriage of convenience, the kind that exists in name only. Everyone in the city knows this, so we're all waiting for them to divorce so we can each pursue her based on our own abilities."

Unexpectedly, the Solomon Temple had already arranged a spouse for his wife, and a few months ago, his wife's principal wife came to her door, demanding that she fulfill the marriage agreement...

"So you minotaurs have started a civil war?"

Wan Boqian interrupted.

"Say something nice!"

Zhou Minhao retorted angrily, "And where did you even come from?"

"This is the women's restroom. Isn't it normal for me to be here?!"

Wan Boqian refuted this.

"Please come in."

Zhou Minhao, with her slender waist drooping slightly, led her to the cubicle, whose door had been blown halfway off, saying, "I'll keep watch for you."

Wan Boqian punched him.

Zhou Minhao rubbed his arm:

"My friend's wife's fiancé is named Zhao Xuzhen. He's a fake foreigner. In today's terms, he's a British Chinese, but in our mixed-race community, he's actually a real devil—a Japanese."

Wan Boqian was a little confused:

"Why does it keep changing from real to fake?"

Lu Mingfei, however, understood Zhou Minhao's meaning:

"Japanese?"

"Zhao Xuzhen's Word of Power is [Dream Eater]. This thing has only appeared in Japan before. It seems to be a regional bloodline mutation of the Black King hybrid."

Zhou Minhao recalled with lingering fear, "I had a fight with him before. He took two punches from me, but acted like nothing happened."

"Are your two punches that powerful?"

Wan Boqian said.

"Those were two punches imbued with Jun Yan's power!"

Zhou Minhao gritted his teeth:

"My bloodline level can't compare to those Thunderbolts hanging on the walls of your school, but it's not too bad either. The key is that after he took two punches, he also took two large alchemical bullets, and he still managed to summon that dragon in a fit of rage—that's when we found out that his class in the Temple Order was [Knight], and his mount was a young pureblood dragon."

"How could a pureblood dragon possibly be tamed by humans?!"

Wan Boqian was shocked.

In her understanding, dragons are inherently proud, and pure-blooded dragons regard hybrids as lowly beings who would never willingly be ridden.

"My expression was similar to yours, but the Temple of Solomon truly mastered the method of controlling dragons."

Zhou Minhao shrugged:

"As you know, the Solomon Temple has a very long history. During the feudal era in Europe, they served the kings faithfully."

Although it has undergone several reconstructions, an organization older than the Secret Society can always pass down some valuable knowledge unless it suffers a devastating blow.

However, I guess there aren't many people like that. Only hybrids that have surpassed the limits can have the mental power to control pure-blooded dragons.

Zhao Xuzhen's bloodline was selected through generations of crossbreeding, like corn, constantly choosing stable individuals for mating. The genetic advantages of more than ten generations of mixed-race individuals were combined to create a British-Chinese Japanese...

"And then?"

Wanboqian asked.

"Later, my friend, who had been a coward his whole life, finally stood up for himself. He pulled out our Zhou family's forbidden artifact, the Dragon-Slaying Platform, and released the Great True Word Technique: Nine Infants."

Zhou Minhao exhaled a breath of white air:

"The good news is that the spirit was in a good mood that day and didn't ask him for a replacement, so he didn't die. The bad news is that the power of the words he released wasn't strong enough, so Zhao Xuzhen and the dragon also didn't die."

Pure-blooded dragons can be controlled;

Treating mixed-race individuals like corn;

He withstood the combined power of the Emperor's Flame, the Alchemist's Bullet, and the Nine-Headed Serpent...

Wan Boqian didn't really want to express her opinion; she was already a bit numb at this point.

"The Solomon Temple Association places great importance on bloodlines. For Zhao Xuzhen, my friend's wife is very important. As long as he is alive, he will definitely not give up on her."

Zhou Minhao looked at the huge Seal of Solomon on the ground:

"These disgusting things are their doing. There have been several incidents every month recently. Although they can all be resolved in the end, the process is always quite troublesome. Zhao Xuzhen is forcing me to hand over people. As a high-level hybrid, it's too easy for him to cause trouble."

"Especially since he also possesses mental abilities."

Wan Boqian added:

"I've investigated thoroughly. This toilet was built last month and is only open today. During the inspection, neither the workers nor the quality inspectors found anything unusual. In fact, someone hypnotized them. This place has long been a den of vampires."

"The family doesn't take this matter seriously, otherwise they wouldn't have sent me to handle it. My bloodline is average. If Zhao Xuzhen continues to cause trouble like this, we'll really have to go home and ask for a master."

Zhou Minhao's phone rang, and he answered it.

After hearing the contents of the phone call, his expression suddenly darkened.

problem occurs.