Dragon Clan: My Dad is Ange

He had just finished a secret meeting with Henkel that day, and his windbreaker was still covered in Texas dust.

The black briefcase with the World Tree emblem printed on it on his desk completely changed the course of his life.

Of course Ange recognized this box. He had handed it to Chu Tianjiao personally, and now the box appeared in front of him, which meant one thing.

The Dragon King incident that he asked Chu Tianjiao to investigate has been thoroughly investigated.

Angers was uncertain at the time, even though Chu Tianjiao was also an S-level and his favorite student.

But that's the Dragon King...

But he didn't know that the news he saw next would shock him even more.

Ange opened the box, and what appeared before him was a bronze mask, a slender rib as smooth as jade, a letter and several files.

Ange was the first to pick up the letter and start reading.

The handwriting on the letter was very sloppy, and you could tell the excitement the writer was feeling at the time.

"Just yesterday, I met Odin..."

Chu Tianjiao explained in detail what happened yesterday, including Ye Fan, the top S-level hybrid, and the battle between Lu Mingfei and Odin.

As the reading progresses, even someone as powerful as Ange finds it difficult to remain calm.

This is simply too much information.

A top-level S-class hybrid was born out of nowhere, and that devil was involved so early?

Although there was always a vague sense of incongruity, which made Angers feel that the whole incident seemed to be planned by someone, he did not deny the authenticity of the whole incident.

After all, no one in this world is powerful enough to command a Dragon King.

All we can say is that this is an event that was born out of countless coincidences.

"A new top-tier S-class hybrid? And he dares to fight the Dragon King!? What an amazing junior!"

Ange couldn't wait to open the letter. If a half-blood like this could learn the blood burst technique, one couldn't imagine how powerful he would be.

If he is equipped with an excellent Word Spirit and a qualified character, he will be able to take over his position in the secret party.

Ange slowly opened the file.

The first page was a photo - a black-haired boy standing at the side of a basketball court, the sunlight filtering through the leaves casting dappled shadows on his face.

The boy has the soft features typical of an Oriental, but his eyes...

Ange's fingers suddenly began to tremble.

Those were blue eyes as deep as the Mediterranean, exactly the same as when he was young.

The photo slipped from his fingers, and Ange grabbed the edge of the table. In 130 years, he had never lost his composure like this.

His heart was beating violently in his chest, not with the rage-driven desire for revenge, but with a more primitive and powerful throbbing.

"This is impossible..." he muttered to himself, but had already turned to the next page.

Chapter 13 Memories

[Ye Fan, 17 years old, mother Ye Weiwei, born in Sanya, Hainan, China...]

"Ye...Weiwei."

This name is like a key, opening the floodgates of memories that have been sealed for seventeen years.

In 2003, during the blooming season of the Phoenix flowers in Hainan, Ange attended a meeting of mixed-race Asian families as a representative of the Kassel Academy.

After the meeting, he was walking alone on the beach in Sanya. As the sun was setting, he noticed a girl picking up shells on the beach.

She was wearing a simple white dress and her bare feet were stepping into the waves. When Ange approached, the girl suddenly looked up and gave him a sly smile.

"I've been watching you," she said in Mandarin with a Hainanese accent. "Are you attracted by the sea?"

Ange laughed at that moment.

Over the past hundred years, he had seen many sweet words from female spies who tried to get close to him, but he had never been questioned so bluntly.

What was even more strange was that he was attracted by the intelligence in the eyes of this oriental girl - that was not a well-trained disguise, but a real, unworldly innocence.

"What if I say I'm just attracted by your beauty?" he replied in fluent Chinese.

The girl tilted her head to look at him, the sea breeze ruffling her long hair.

"Are all foreign old men as smooth-talking as you?"

That night, they sat on the beach and chatted until late at night. Ange learned that her name was Ye Weiwei, that she was a student at a local university, and that her family had lived in Hainan for generations.

She didn't know anything about half-bloods or dragons, she just simply liked looking at the sea.

Although Ange wanted to believe that she was the same as she said, he knew very well that these women who appeared around him were basically sent by major families.

Before dawn, he took Ye Weiwei to his hotel...

A month later, when Ange came to the beach again, Ye Weiwei had disappeared without a trace.

The hotel front desk said that the Chinese girl left a letter and left.

The letter contained only one simple line: "Thank you for your gift, but our worlds should not intersect."

Ange thought this was just an episode in his long life until today.

"Is everything she said true?"

Of course he felt ashamed. If the other party was just following the family's orders, Angers wouldn't have much moral burden.

But now it seems that the real situation is that a man over 130 years old and an 18-year-old girl actually...

Suppressing his shame for the moment, he was still Angers after all, the most energetic dragon slayer from the last century.

The romantic education he received in France had some influence on him.

Angers hands trembled as he continued to look through Ye Fan's information.

Every page cut into his heart like a knife—Ye Fan's birth certificate, elementary school graduation photo, and the martial arts competition certificate he won in junior high school...

Before yesterday, Ye Fan showed himself to be an excellent ordinary person.

Although it is difficult for ordinary people to be so outstanding.

But through this detail, Ange could see that everything Ye Fan had done before might have been out of his heart, but most of it was probably a disguise.

"What an outstanding boy! He has already learned to hide himself at such a young age? He is much better than the silly and foolish me back then."

Ange smiled happily.

Then Ange picked up the bloodline report, which was made by Chu Tianjiao for Ye Fan alone without going through the secret party.

[Bloodline Rating: S-level (Top)]

[Word Spirit Ability 1: Mirror Pupil (Can copy all Word Spirits seen)]

[Word Spirit Ability 2: Discipline (can block the release of all Word Spirits within range)]

"Double Word Spirits!?"

Ange's voice was hoarse.

He recalled the days when he was young and was called the "Silver-winged Death God". At that time, he was invincible with only time and a word spirit.

And his son... no, the talent possessed by this young man was simply a subversion of the existing mixed-blood system.

Ange suddenly stood up and walked to the wine cabinet in the corner of the office.

He took out a bottle of 1945 Chateau Mouton Rothschild red wine - this was something he had kept for many years and was ready to open when he killed the first Dragon King.

But at this moment, he pulled out the cork without hesitation.

Because his son had already stabbed the Dragon King before him.

At the age of 17, he made a dragon king retreat. Although it was more of the devil's credit, it was still good enough.

"To you, my son."

He poured the dark red wine into a crystal glass and drank it all in one gulp.

Outside the window, moonlight filled the entire campus. Angers stood by the window, gazing at the boy in the photo.

He picked up the phone and dialed Chu Tianjiao's number.

"I've reviewed the information." Ange's voice was unusually calm. "I need you to continue observing him, but don't alarm him."

"Principal, this child is very special." Chu Tianjiao's voice came through the airwaves. "The purity of his bloodline is... frighteningly high. The Chinese branch has already noticed him."

Ange's knuckles turned white. "Don't let anyone get close to him. Especially... those old guys."

When it comes to his own son, he is no longer the gentle and courteous principal, but the uncrowned king of the half-blood world.

"Tell them that if they dare to touch him, I will take their heads with my own hands!"

After hanging up the phone, Ange looked through Ye Fan's photos again.

The moment when the boy jumped up and shot on the basketball court was frozen, his blue eyes sparkled in the sun and a confident smile hung on the corner of his mouth.

It was a look of pure joy that Ange had never seen on his own face before.

"My blood..."

He stroked the photo and suddenly realized that he was smiling.

For more than a hundred years, revenge has been the only meaning of his life.

But at this moment, looking at this young man who was connected to him by blood, a warmer emotion was sprouting in his cold chest.

Ange walked back to his desk and took out an old photo album from the depths of the drawer.

Opening the first page, there is a photo of him as a young man in Cambridge - the same blue eyes, the same features.

He placed Ye Fan's photo next to him. The two faces were surprisingly similar, except that Ye Fan's facial features were more delicate and he inherited Ye Weiwei's oriental characteristics.

"What kind of existence will you become?" Ange asked softly.

"You will definitely be better than me, maybe even better than Menech..."

As night fell, Ange was still sitting at his desk, reading Ye Fan's information over and over again.

He had already engraved every page of the book into his mind, yet he still greedily wanted more. This son who suddenly appeared was like a ray of light shining into his life that had been dark for a hundred years.