He is currently in the Dragon Clan and has married Erii.

Three-digit numbers on a report card always bring joy!

The two, bored out of their minds at home, decided that it would be a shame not to play games during such a good holiday!

The classic music from Contra played, bringing joy.

As expected, Tang Yu's skills were still terrible! Every time he jumped, he landed precisely on the enemy's bullets.

Lu Mingfei couldn't help but suspect that this guy might be an undercover agent sent by the enemy!

After Tang Yu gloriously died again, Lu Mingfei threw down the controller with a long face, "I'm not playing anymore! You're such a jerk, it's easier for me to play alone than to team up with you."

"I know I'm bad at the game, but I'm just addicted. I just want to play, so what's it to you?" Tang Yu also put down the controller and gulped down a few mouthfuls of soda.

The carbonation in the beverage breaks down in the mouth, and the slightly painful sensation bursts on the taste buds—it's very pleasant and wonderful.

"Oh, right, there's a class reunion tomorrow at Sophie's Pizza, at 11 a.m.! Chen Wenwen will be there too, so dress smartly and don't be late!"

"Why are you telling me this?" Upon hearing Chen Wenwen's name, Lu Mingfei's expression became noticeably unnatural.

"It was just a casual remark..." Tang Yu realized the conversation was heading in an awkward direction, so he quickly stopped talking.

But it was still a bit too late.

For a moment, apart from the two people's soft breathing, there was only silence in the air.

Lu Mingfei awkwardly drank the cola in his hand. Perhaps he drank it too fast, because he let out a loud burp.

"Pfft..." Tang Yu laughed rather unkindly when he saw Lu Mingfei looking rather disheveled.

"I wasn't laughing!" Tang Yu was still trying to defend himself. "Believe me, haha~~ I definitely wasn't laughing at you. Haha~~ I just suddenly remembered something happy..."

Lu Mingfei rolled his eyes as he sat in his chair. "Get lost!"

"By the way, where's Senior Brother Fingel? Isn't he staying here?" Lu Mingfei suddenly remembered his useless senior brother and asked.

"He said he went to Beijing for tourism. 'He who has not climbed the Great Wall is no true man,' let him go," Tang Yu replied nonchalantly.

"A serious question... Is Senior Brother Fingel rich?"

Tang Yu: "..."

After an eerie silence, Tang Yu belatedly slapped his forehead.

"Oh my god, I forgot this guy is a poor bastard! I haven't heard from him for two days. Could he have been kidnapped to a brothel?"

"Probably not..." Lu Mingfei was also a little uncertain. "I think it should be fine. With Senior Brother's eloquence, he could come back even if he had to beg for money by singing 'Lotus Flower Ballad' in the capital."

“That’s true.” Tang Yu remembered Fingel’s eloquence, which could talk the dead back to life, and felt relieved. “If all else fails, we can contact Professor Guderian. After all, Fingel is his student!”

……

At this moment, the subject of their conversation is walking in an air-raid shelter built in the early days of the People's Republic of China.

In the 1960s and 70s, in order to prepare for the possibility of another war, China, known for its infrastructure development, spent countless financial and material resources to build numerous air-raid shelters underground.

As time has passed, the newly established nation has grown into a behemoth, standing proudly in the East.

These defensive fortifications built in preparation for war naturally became obsolete. Most of the numerous air-raid shelters were abandoned, while a very small number were used for other purposes.

For example... it was used as a base for intelligence brokers to trade information.

Since he was going to meet a dangerous figure like an information broker who operates in a gray area, Fingel naturally disguised himself accordingly.

Coincidentally, he had eaten at McDonald's in the capital before coming here, so Fingel casually put the paper bag of fried chicken over his head.

After gouging out the eye holes, it felt pretty good! Every breath I took smelled of fried chicken, it was incredibly satisfying!

The lights inside the air-raid shelter were dim, as the lighting relied on incandescent bulbs left over from when it was built.

It was the height of summer, the weather was scorching, and the heat from the incandescent bulbs added to the heat...

The entire air-raid shelter was filled with a stuffy heat, just like the steamer in "Journey to the West" where the fat monk was steamed, so hot that it was hard to breathe.

"This place is so hot! These information brokers really know how to pick a spot." Fingel tried to fan himself with his hand, but it didn't have much effect.

"Hello, guest from afar, how can I help you?" In the shadows of a corner of the air-raid shelter, a middle-aged man in a brown-gray jacket appeared like a ghost.

"So, the cowardly fellow who's been hiding his head and tail has finally decided to come out?" Fingel murmured to himself, then said loudly, "I want to see Mr. Chen."

"Do you have an appointment?" The middle-aged man wore a formulaic smile, his gentle tone concealing a cold indifference that kept people at a distance.

“No, you just need to tell him… the ghosts of Greenland have come looking for him.” Fingel’s voice was as cold as winter. “You’d better hurry, I’m in a rush.”

"Please wait a moment, sir." The middle-aged man bowed slightly and then disappeared into the shadows.

Two minutes later, the middle-aged man reappeared and gestured for the McDonald's masked Finger to proceed.

"Distinguished guest, Mr. Chen would like to invite you to the back room for a chat. He has prepared fine wine and is waiting for you there."

"Lead the way."

The middle-aged man strode into the thick darkness. He reached out in the dark and gently tapped a few times on the hard limestone wall of the air-raid shelter.

Click?

The faint creaking of the mechanism was particularly jarring in the silent air-raid shelter, as a cipher disc with a distinctly modern feel popped out from the wall.

The man entered the password, and the gears hidden in the wall slowly turned, driving the thick wall to open and reveal the hidden space inside.

"Your technology is quite good. To be able to create such a large space behind the air-raid shelter... it must have cost a lot of money." Fingel praised, looking at the steel plates lining the stone wall.

"I don't deserve it! It's all thanks to Mr. Chen's excellent discipline."

Behind this hidden door is a long corridor that seems to stretch into the distance. LED lights are embedded in the ceiling of the corridor, constantly changing colors as if breathing, giving it a high-tech feel.

It's hard to imagine that such a scene was hidden behind this ordinary, abandoned air-raid shelter!

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"Distinguished guest, I'll see you off here! Mr. Chen is waiting for you inside. Please go in on your own."

"Go do your thing." Fingel waved his hand, and on his fingertips, you could vaguely see a few golden-brown fried chicken bits.

The middle-aged man's lips twitched slightly as he thought to himself, "Why does this guy seem so eccentric? Is he missing a screw in his head?"

He only dared to think such things in his heart; to actually say them aloud...

The man once again disappeared into the shadows, while Fingel stood in front of the pearwood door, gently smoothing the wrinkles in his clothes before pushing the door open and entering.

What came into view was not the simple room I had imagined, but an antique-style attic.

The attic looked antique, and even the lighting used thick, butter candles.

In the very center of the attic, the designer incongruously built a kang (a heated platform bed), on which sat a small table with a small pot of fine wine and two white porcelain wine cups.

A young man who looked to be about twenty years old was sitting at a small table, studying a thread-bound ancient book by the dim candlelight.

"Drinking and reading at the same time, you're living a pretty good life, aren't you?" Fingel said as if he were meeting a long-lost friend, without any affectation.

He strode to the kang (a heated brick bed), sat down cross-legged as if they were old friends, poured himself a cup of wine, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Hiss... This Chinese sake is really strong! Much better than those soft and weak Japanese sake!"

"Of course, this is my own homemade wine, it's been aged for almost forty years." The man, referred to as "Mr. Chen," put down his book and said with considerable pride.

"Then I'll take advantage of your generosity today." Fingel poured himself another glass and drank it all in one gulp.

Mr. Chen felt a pang of heartache seeing him drink like that, as if he were guzzling energy drinks.

Such aged wine can only be appreciated through careful tasting. But this clueless fellow in front of me is acting like Pigsy eating a ginseng fruit!

Mr. Chen had already made up his mind that next time he entertained this guy, he would just use fake liquor made with industrial alcohol that cost two yuan per kilogram, since the guy wouldn't be able to tell the difference anyway...

"I heard you have news about the 'Crown Prince,' is that true?"

The pleasantries are over; it's time to get down to business.

Fingel slammed the empty wine glass onto the table, causing the solid wood surface to sag slightly under the weight.

Unbeknownst to anyone, Fingel's golden eyes, as bright as blazing gold, had been ignited, and a torrential dragon's might radiated outwards from his body.

The intense pressure caused Mr. Chen, who was sitting opposite him, to cough and turn pale.

"Alright, alright! Stop with your supernatural powers, okay? I'm scared, alright?" Mr. Chen said helplessly, cupping his hands in a gesture of respect before speaking seriously.

“The news is true. I personally sent people to investigate. The Prince’s ID logged into the Hunter’s Guild half a month ago. He did something on it, which seems to be contacting a long-abandoned account... However, the 'Prince' ID has too high privileges, so I can’t investigate further. That’s all I know.”

"Thank you, old friend. This is enough." Fingel let out a long breath, and his golden eyes slowly dimmed.

"The money will be transferred to your anonymous account in a Swiss bank, at the price we agreed upon before."

Fingel got up and walked out, but just before leaving, he turned back and nodded slightly to Mr. Chen.

"By the way! The wine is very good."

Mr. Chen: "..."

……

"Your Highness, you'd better hide like a stray dog ​​and don't let me find you!"

With each step Fingal took forward in the air-raid shelter, the murderous intent boiling within him intensified. A faint golden glint appeared in his eyes, and his anger had already stimulated the dragon blood within him... The savagery of the dragon race was boiling!

……

On the other side, Tang Yu turned off the TV, walked to the refrigerator, poured himself a glass of milk, and drank it all in one gulp.

Drinking milk before bed is a habit Tang Yu developed since childhood. Thanks to this habit, Tang Yu has always had good sleep quality and has never been troubled by insomnia.

After drinking the milk and lying in bed, Tang Yu's eyelids quickly became heavy, and sleepiness gradually overwhelmed him. The endless darkness swallowed up his consciousness.

"Hmm...where is this?"

Tang Yu's eyelids twitched slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes. What he saw was not the familiar ceiling of the room, but a dazzling and vast starry sky.

"Am I in space? I just took a nap, did I travel through time again?" Tang Yu was completely bewildered.

"You're awake, Tang Yu." A vast voice rang out from behind Tang Yu, like the will of a great ruler, and the endless stars trembled slightly under this voice.

Tang Yu turned around, and the scene before him completely shocked him.

It was a purple dragon, its body as large as a star, its scales like amethyst reflecting a ferocious light, its pupils shimmering with a noble dark golden luster, and its back adorned with a pair of wings that blotted out the sky.

This is a dragon, a magnificent and incomparably noble dragon!

"You are... Iska?" After the initial panic, Tang Yu gradually calmed down. The dragon in front of him was clearly a big boss, and the Bronze and Fire Kings among the Four Kings had already signed a contract with Tang Yu, so they could be excluded.