Dragon Clan: My Dad is Ange

When the coffin lid was opened, what came into view was a pile of black pills. These black bullets filled every inch of the coffin.

Ye Fan looked through the folders but didn't see any corpses.

As these pills come into contact with the air, they begin to evaporate rapidly and produce black smoke.

Ye Fan's hair stood on end instantly, and he felt something was wrong.

Those soybean-sized particles reminded him of the "Pili Zi" recorded in the "Wu Bei Zhi".

Immediately activate time zero and escape from here.

The domain of time zero unfolded, and Ye Fan could clearly see those black pills exploding. The powerful impact force blew all the bronze coffins into countless bronze fragments, scattering everywhere!

The power of each bronze fragment is several times greater than that of an ordinary pistol bullet, and now these bronze fragments are flying all over the sky, almost impacting every corner of the entire cave.

Ye Fan's eyes were filled with shock as he continued to retreat at an accelerated speed.

The power of these pills exploding is truly comparable to today's top missiles.

When facing missiles, he can dodge them with his extreme speed.

But in the now sealed cave, he has nowhere to hide!!

More than 300 hanging coffins turned into fireballs in the chain explosions, and the shock wave tore half of the cave's rock walls into pieces.

……

Professor Guderian clung to the glider ladder extending from the fighter plane, his gray hair fluttering in the wind.

He narrowed his eyes, which had been reddened by years of steak and whiskey, and tried to make out the outline of Kowloon Walled City that was faintly visible in the clouds below.

"Lower!" he yelled into the headset, his voice shattered by the airflow.

The fighter pilot—Schneider's always stern-faced student—reluctantly lowered his altitude.

Guderian felt his stomach rise to his throat as the plane dived, and the hem of his windbreaker flapped like a frightened bat.

Just as he was about to choose a suitable angle to jump, he suddenly felt the mountain under his feet... moving?

"I must be getting old." Guderian shook his head self-deprecatingly, the fat on his face trembling with the movement.

"How can a mountain move? Even a half-blood has to admit old age, hahahaha...!"

His laughter stopped abruptly.

Because the whole mountain is really moving.

First there was a slight tremor, like a sleeping dragon turning over; then there was the crisp sound of rocks cracking, like the crackling of bones when a dragon stretched itself; and finally—

boom! ! !

This mountain…it blew up.

Guderian's eyes widened and his jaw almost dislocated.

He saw the main peak that Kowloon Walled City relied on was shattered into pieces like a biscuit crushed by a giant, and the shock wave swept away the clouds within a radius of several miles.

Countless pieces of debris and trees were thrown high into the air, some of which almost hit his fighter plane.

"Damn it! Are the people in Kowloon Walled City crazy?!"

Guderian screamed amid the roar of the explosion:

"They buried so much explosives in the mountain our village relies on! Even those crazy people in the Equipment Department wouldn't dare do that!"

The driver's terrifyingly calm voice came from his headset:

"Professor, I recommend you jump out of the plane immediately. The shockwave will reach our current location in 12 seconds."

Guderian cursed, released the glider and jumped down.

He unfolded his specially made hang glider in the air, and his fat body avoided the flying debris with amazing flexibility.

He landed with a standard tactical roll—although because of his size it looked more like a rolling barrel—and stood up unharmed.

"Ye Fan! My student!"

He didn't bother to brush off the dust on his body and stumbled towards the center of the explosion.

His heart was pounding in his chest, he couldn't tell if it was from the intense exercise or the fear. Ange would kill him if his precious S-class was blown to pieces like that.

Even he himself will never forgive himself.

The collapse of the mountain continued, and the smoke and dust filled the air as if it was the end of the world.

Guderian had to activate his Word Spirit Snake, allowing those invisible detection waves to outline the terrain for him in the smoke and dust.

Just as he was about to rush into the danger zone, a burst of laughter suddenly came from the smoke and dust.

"Hahaha, just an explosion, nothing special!"

The voice was passionate, and it had an aura of supreme power, as if the speaker could rule the world for eternity.

Guderian stopped abruptly.

The smoke and dust gradually dissipated, revealing a figure standing in the center of the ruins.

He was a handsome man with a tall and strong figure.

He was completely naked, with a bulging snakeskin bag on his back. His black hair fluttered in the hot wind, and his golden eyes shone brightly in the smoke and dust.

The way he laughed with his head thrown back looked like a devil who had just returned from hell.

Ye Fan had indeed just returned from hell.

At the moment of the explosion, he completely transformed into a dragon, with hard dragon scales covering his entire body.

Those shock waves that could easily tear apart tanks were just a tickle to him.

The only thing that bothered him were the alchemical instruments - but it didn't matter, with his understanding of alchemy, repairing them was only a matter of time.

"Fortunately, the dragon blood crystal is fine..."

Ye Fan patted the snakeskin bag, and more than 700 crystals collided with each other, making a crisp sound.

He was just about to find another piece of clothing to put on when he suddenly sensed someone approaching.

Looking up, I was met with a dull, sixty-something British face.

Ye Fan was stunned.

He looked down at his Armstrong cannon swaying in the wind.

He looked up again at the older gentleman in the sophisticated brown trench coat.

The murderous intention suddenly arises!

Chapter 64 Rules? My rules are the rules!

Guderian suddenly shuddered, as if he was being stared at by some prehistoric monster.

He looked around blankly, but saw nothing except the collapsing mountain and thick smoke.

Finally, his gaze fell back on Ye Fan - to be precise, on Ye Fan's increasingly hideous face.

"Ah...haha...oops..."

Guderian laughed dryly and tried to keep his eyes above Ye Fan's face:

"It's so hot out here. You really have to be naked to stay cool, right? Hahaha..."

He understood that students nowadays were having fun, but he didn't expect them to be so open-minded!

But it's okay.

As his outstanding S-level student, even though Ye Fan was so open-minded, Guderian was willing to abandon the old ideas deeply rooted in his mind and try to study the ideological waves of the new world.

His laughter gradually faded in Ye Fan's increasingly cold eyes.

He understood that it seemed that his dear student Ye Fan also didn't want to see him in this manner.

The current situation must be that something unexpected happened.

Finally, Guderian took a deep breath, straightened his back, and said in the most standard British accent:

"Hello, I am your next teacher. You can call me Mr. Guderian. My dear S-level student Ye Fan."

After saying this, Guderian felt that his career might be over.

Because he saw with his own eyes Ye Fan's hand tightly grasping the ancient bronze sword that looked extremely sharp.

Ye Fan narrowed his eyes and looked at the funny fat old man - his gray hair was messy like a bird's nest, his windbreaker was covered with dirt and grass, and there was a flattering smile on his round face.

He doesn't look like a dangerous person at all.

"From Kassel Academy?" Ye Fan relaxed his right hand that was holding the sword, and his tone softened.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Guderian nodded vigorously. "Principal Ange sent me to pick you up! We've prepared a special plane! New clothes! And... uh... steak!"

Ye Fan raised his eyebrows.

He bent down and picked up a pair of relatively intact pants from the ruins - although there were several holes in them, it was better than being naked.

Anyway, Guderian was a man, and when he took a bath in the bathhouse, he would take off all his clothes and bathe openly.

As the saying goes, a gentleman is open and honest, while a villain hides his secrets.

As a gentleman among gentlemen, Ye Fan naturally doesn't need to worry about such things.

It’s just that Ye Fan suddenly wanted to refine the word spirit of hypnosis, preferably to the point where he could completely erase large sections of a person’s memory without damaging his IQ.

Guderian wisely turned around and pretended to be interested in a burning tree in the distance.

"So," Ye Fan asked as he put on his pants, "how did you find me?"

"Well..." Guderian rubbed his hands. "The Executive Department has been monitoring the activities of hybrids around the world. Your speed of arrival was so unusual that it was hard for us not to notice."

"You can understand it, right? It's a humanoid life form reaching high altitudes and traveling at speeds exceeding Mach 11."

"If ordinary military personnel who don't know the details of hybrids saw this, they would immediately send interceptor missiles to bomb you."

"Principal Ange had considered this situation before, so he had the academy's artificial intelligence computer hack into the satellite surveillance of various countries according to the law. Although this situation is a bit outrageous, there will always be some outrageous hybrids who can do it, such as you, my dear student~"

Ye Fan fastened his belt: "Then this shouldn't be a big problem for me!"

"There will be no problem at all. That's why I'm here. As your most beloved and trusted professor, I will nip any stain that affects your future career in the bud!"