Dragon Clan: I, Nono! Inherit countless futures!

A petite girl stood at the doorway, her long, dark red hair hanging down, and beneath her thick winter coat, a slightly immature yet exquisitely beautiful face was revealed.

And those rare dark red pupils looked at Fingel with a half-smile.

The girl appeared so petite in front of Fingel, not even half his height, yet her presence was by no means weak.

The scene became somewhat awkward for a moment.

Fingel wanted to say something more, but the girl next to him tugged at his arm, so he had no choice but to shut up.

"Let me introduce myself, Chen Motong, the special agent for this mission, responsible for assisting Professor Schneider."

Seeing that the other party stopped speaking, Chen Motong was the first to withdraw her gaze and calmly introduced herself.

Professor Schneider nodded and stepped in to smooth things over: "You've come at the right time. Let's discuss the specific plan."

He introduced the people next to him one by one.

The entire diving team consisted of seven people: besides Fingel, there was a neat, short red-haired girl in leather, a cold boy wearing sunglasses, a man in black with a solemn, monk-like face, a charming girl with long, curly hair, and the pretty girl who stopped Fingel from speaking.

Chen Motong didn't remember the names of the others, only that the pretty girl was called EVA, Fingel's girlfriend. At this moment, she was not yet an artificial intelligence and was curiously looking at Chen Motong.

Noticing Chen Motong's gaze, EVA subconsciously gave a friendly smile. Chen Motong was stunned, and smiled back at her.

Professor Schneider's plan is already very well-developed.

Although the preparation time for the dive plan seemed a bit tight due to the urging of the school board, the group consisted of mixed-race individuals with outstanding bloodlines and excellent teamwork, so they were quite confident.

"I wonder what level that embryo is. I've never seen a real dragon before," the long-haired, alluring girl said expectantly.

"If we're lucky, it might be a next-generation species," said the man in black, codenamed Monk. "If we can obtain this embryo, it will be a great help to our research."

Upon hearing this, others joined the discussion, their excitement evident.

Although they knew it was a dangerous mission, the young people were always fearless, and the opportunity to get up close to the dragon's embryo was as exciting to them as the chance to visit the kingdom of gods.

Chen Motong, who had been listening silently without saying a word, suddenly spoke at this moment.

"Do you want to know what level this embryo is?"

"Of course I want to know. Who wouldn't be curious about something like this?" Fingel scratched his head, showing no embarrassment at being caught talking behind someone's back.

"Maybe I can find out," Chen Motong said.

Everyone was stunned by these words.

"You?" The monk frowned. "Don't joke around. Do you know how long we've been investigating? We've been investigating for over half a year, and we still haven't found anything."

"Only by seeing the embryo's true appearance, or bringing back some samples, can we possibly determine its grade. Otherwise, we have no clues at all, so how can we investigate?"

His meaning was clear: so many experts have investigated and found nothing, but you, a 13-year-old kid, come and take a walk around and you have results?

Who believes?

At least no one in the diving team believed it.

Professor Schneider frowned, not because he was considering whether Chen Motong's words were true or false, but because he was thinking about how to deal with this huge problem that the board of directors had forced upon him.

Yes, even Professor Schneider didn't believe it.

It's not just because Chen Motong is too young, practically a teenager, but also because of the difficulty of this matter.

Just as the monk said, so many professional professors spent almost a year researching and investigating, but still found nothing. This was not just a matter of difficulty, but also because there were no clues at all.

Even the most capable person is helpless without any clues; a skilled cook cannot make a meal without rice.

But Chen Motong acted as if she hadn't noticed their attitude and calmly said, "It's just letting me try, there's nothing to lose, right?"

The group looked at each other, but ultimately said nothing.

Chen Motong smiled, turned around and walked out.

Now that she has participated in the Greenland Project, she needs to establish her own voice and not let others disregard her orders because of her age.

After all, the Greenland Project was not safe; if nothing unexpected happened, everyone would die there, with only one and a half survivors in the end.

And she couldn't stop Fingel from turning back to the Chen family after drinking, which was too suspicious; she was afraid he would be sent directly to Italy.

Thinking of this, Chen Motong took a deep breath. She looked at the sea surface mixed with ice in front of her, and a golden light slowly emerged in her dark red eyes.

Words of Power: Retrospection.

Scenes flashed before her eyes, and all sorts of sounds rang in her ears, finally settling on a time from who knows how many years ago.

A woman strolled across the boundless ice surface. She slowly turned her head, revealing a pair of eyes as deep as the sea.

She reached out her hand toward the water, and ancient incantations echoed across the water like the tolling of bells.

The ice slowly cracked, and the seawater surged out as if summoned by something, enveloping the woman layer by layer. The seawater carried her into the seabed until she could no longer be seen.

Chen Motong suddenly opened her eyes, but all she could see was an endless sea with ice floes rising and falling and a howling wind blowing. There was nothing else.

"The Dragon King..." she murmured to herself, "This is... the Dragon King's embryo!"

Professor Schneider, who was standing next to her, changed his expression instantly upon hearing this: "What did you say?"

"Immediately notify the academy and the board of directors. This is the embryo of the Dragon King." Chen Motong answered without hesitation, "This is not a secondary species, this is a primary species!"

Schneider was filled with doubt and uncertainty, and the diving team was in an uproar, with Fingel even shouting at the top of his lungs.

"How can it be a Dragon King? You didn't even use any equipment to listen to the heartbeat, and you can tell it's a Dragon King embryo?"

Chen Motong didn't even glance at him. Seeing Schneider still hesitating, she turned to her own guard and whispered:

"Contact my father. The Greenland plan has changed. This embryo is the Dragon King's embryo."

These guards were specifically there to protect her. They obeyed only her orders and, without any further ado, immediately activated satellite communication.

The entire diving team, including Professor Schneider, had complex expressions. Someone let out a sneer, an undisguised mockery.

"No investigation, no water testing, not even a heartbeat detected, just one glance and you've determined the embryo is the Dragon King's? That's a joke! Who would believe that?"

The others remained silent, but clearly agreed.

The expressions on everyone's faces were fascinating, but the distrust in their eyes was unmistakable.

But reality quickly gave them a resounding slap in the face.

Less than a minute after Chen Motong hung up the phone, Schneider's satellite communication device started ringing incessantly. He answered it, listened for a few minutes, and his expression suddenly changed.

After hanging up the phone, he looked at the diving team with a solemn expression and said, word by word:

"The Board of Trustees has issued an emergency order to suspend the Greenland project, and the risk level of the embryos needs to be reassessed."

Everyone was stunned by these words.

No, actually people believe that?

Without any evidence, just because of a single sentence from a 13-year-old girl?

Is this reasonable?