Dragon Clan: My Dad is Ange

When the landing gear touched the runway, it stirred up almost no vibration.

The entire plane landed as lightly as a feather, gliding for dozens of meters before coming to a steady stop. Ye Fan jumped from the top of the plane, his black windbreaker spreading out behind him like wings.

He checked his watch: nine minutes and forty-three seconds.

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Suddenly, a slight "click" sound came from the military binoculars in Yuan Zhisheng's hand.

The lens cracked due to his unconsciously increased finger pressure, but he no longer cared about that.

The image seared into his retina caused his brain to stop thinking for a moment.

The Boeing 787 passenger plane that was supposed to crash was now piercing the clouds at a nearly vertical angle.

The figure standing on the top of the plane was so dazzling in the sun that it made people cry.

Among all the people present, only Huang had the eyesight to see the figure standing on the top of the plane, under the sky, and before the sun.

The sun was right behind him, and the shadow covered his face, but the golden pupils on the dark face were even brighter than the sun behind him!

It is so bright that the entire sun is willing to be its backdrop.

"That's impossible..."

The crow's voice came from the headphones, with a tremor that even electronic devices could not filter out:

"A passenger plane doing a Cobra maneuver? Is this a fucking Hollywood movie?"

Yuan Zhisheng did not answer.

All his attention was focused on the young man in the billowing black windbreaker.

The turbulent current caused by the dive of the plane was enough to tear the body of an ordinary hybrid, but Ye Fan was as calm as if he was standing on flat ground.

A strange blue-green halo appeared on both sides of the wings, as if the entire plane was wrapped in some kind of translucent force field.

"This word spirit should be sword control, but the range it covers..."

Yuan Zhisheng subconsciously calculated the data, his throat tightening. "It will need to be covered with at least eighty tons of metal structure..."

As everyone knows, the word spirit Jian Yu should be used for assassination for hybrids.

Using sword control to manipulate some lightweight metal knives to carry out assassinations. This is obviously the normal operation!

As a result, the figure standing high in the sky actually used his sword to control the 80-ton Boeing 747!

This number made him tighten his grip on the hilt of the Spider Cutter. As the once-in-a-century "Emperor" of the Snake Eight Clan, he knew better than anyone what this meant.

Even for him, the radiation range of the Word Spirit·Royal Power is only 100 meters in diameter.

The power displayed by Ye Fan at this moment has completely overturned his power system against hybrids.

The range covered by the other party's spiritual words was not inferior to his at all, and was even better than his!

He is the emperor, the one and only emperor!

The opponent was clearly just an S-level with a bloodline less than 50%, yet he lost to him in terms of the coverage of his Word Spirit.

The plane began to slow down.

It was not relying on spoilers or reverse thrust devices, but it came to a sudden stop in violation of the law of inertia, as if it was pinched by some invisible giant hand.

Gen Chisheng watched the ice crystals that fell from the wings and hovered in the air for a full three seconds before continuing to fall, and suddenly remembered the "time standstill" magic he had seen in a Kyoto temple when he was a child.

But it's not magic.

Someone is rewriting the laws of physics.

"Minister! Your heart rate!"

Sakura's voice suddenly interrupted the communication channel.

Only then did Yuan Zhisheng notice that the alarms on the chest monitor were blaring.

As the most important person in the Sheqi family, his health is also of concern to everyone. This heart rate monitor is an instrument that monitors his health at all times.

And now, he looked down and saw that the number on the LCD screen was frozen at 187 - this was the maximum value the instrument could display.

"Turn it off."

Yuan Zhisheng said in a hoarse voice.

When he looked up again, the plane had completed a textbook falling leaf maneuver and glided lightly towards the runway.

The figure standing on the top of the plane looked like the mythical sun god in the sunlight, and even his shadow was so sharp that it could cut his vision.

The ground crew on the runway froze in silence, and a tanker truck driver even knelt on the ground and started making the sign of the cross.

Yuan Zhisheng understood this reaction.

When humans witness an existence far beyond their cognition, they either go crazy or convert.

Chapter 74: When I first met Yuan Zhisheng, I was sorry for being born an emperor!

"Is this really S-rank?"

The crow's voice carries a sense of emptiness, a sense of worldview collapse:

"Why do I feel like there's a missing decimal place in our rating system? Boss, are you sure you don't have a twin brother?"

Yuan Zhisheng took a deep breath and straightened the collar of his suit. He suddenly remembered the profound warning that Principal Ange had given him in that encrypted phone call last week:

"Chisheng, remember this. When that child comes to Japan, what you need to do is not to monitor him, not to test him—but to pray that he is in a good mood."

Now he finally understood the weight of these words.

The moment the plane's tires touched the runway, he suddenly understood why the European secret parties had never dared to set foot on that piece of Eastern land.

Because there sleeps a real dragon.

It is not a defective second-generation species, nor a crazy first-generation species, but some kind of older and more perfect existence.

Just like the young man walking in the sunshine at this moment, the light flowing in his golden eyes reminded Yuan Zhisheng of the eternal sacred flame on the top of Mount Fuji.

"Prepare the tea room," he said into the communicator, his voice as dry as sandpaper. "No, switch to 'Jade Room' and use my father's prized Da Hong Pao."

The sound of Crow gasping for air came from the headphones.

Yuan Zhisheng knew what his subordinates were shocked about - "Yujianjian" was the standard for receiving cabinet ministers, and that jar of Dahongpao was a treasure that the previous patriarch had exchanged for a divine sword.

But at this moment he felt that these preparations were still not enough.

When Ye Fan's figure passed through the steaming heat waves of the runway, Yuan Zhisheng vaguely saw an illusory dragon wing spread out behind the young man.

They were not the ferocious fleshy wings of Western dragons, but the cloud-like wings in Eastern legends that could block out the sun.

The young man looked up, and there seemed to be a flash of lightning in his golden eyes.

"material."

He held out his hand, his tone as calm as if he were asking for a cup of coffee. "And that member of the Haunted Crew who's hiding. I think he's used up all the serum."

"I hope you won't take action. I have to deal with him myself. He and his companions ruined my happy mood at the beginning of my journey."

"He needs to pay something for this."

Yuan Zhisheng suddenly felt his throat dry.

The person standing before him was not Commissioner Cassel, not a hybrid, but an even more ancient and terrifying being in human form.

He subconsciously reached for the handle of Spider-Cut's knife, then forced himself to release his fingers.

"Welcome to Japan, S-Class."

He heard his own dry voice, "Headquarters has prepared the tea room."

"A welcome ceremony?"

Ye Fan smiled, and that smile reminded Yuan Zhisheng of the snow on the top of Mount Fuji that never melts.

There was a slight arc at the corner of his mouth, and this smile made Yuan Zhisheng feel scared.

Yuan Zhisheng couldn't help but wonder how long it had been since he felt the emotion of fear?

He is the emperor, and there should be no creature in this world that can scare him.

But at this moment he had a feeling, an instinctive trembling in the face of natural enemies that was engraved in the White King's genes in his body.

"It's just a necessary security measure." Yuan Zhisheng forced himself to take a step forward. "The ability you just displayed..."

"Did it scare you?"

Ye Fan gently brushed off the non-existent dust on his shoulders.

This casual action caused more than a dozen members of the Executive Bureau to take half a step back at the same time. One young commissioner even subconsciously reached for the pistol at his waist.

"You're a little too nervous. Am I more terrifying than a dragon? As members of the Executive Division, shouldn't we have already abandoned fear?"

Ye Fan said helplessly.

Yuan Zhisheng suddenly felt a surge of absurd anger.

These battle-hardened executors, these warriors who could fight to the death even against Deadpool, were now cowering like frightened sparrows.

But when he looked at his palms, which had become sweaty without him knowing when, the anger turned into bitter self-mockery.

It turns out that in the face of true power, the so-called "Emperor" is no different from ordinary people.

"The tea room is ready."

Yuan Zhisheng spoke again and stepped aside to make way.

This ritual gesture, which he had performed thousands of times, was now as stiff as a puppet.

He noticed that when Ye Fan walked by, the flock of sparrows at the edge of the runway suddenly fell silent, and even the most naughty young birds curled up tightly under their mother's wings.

Ye Fan smiled helplessly. He just chatted with the sparrows with his heart drum. But the birds turned out to be as timid as the guys in front of him.

Following Yuan Zhisheng's guidance, Ye Fan walked forward.

Yuan Zhisheng followed Ye Fan half a step behind, his eyes sweeping across the young man's defenseless neck.

The Spider Sword made a slight sound in its scabbard. This divine sword that had killed countless demons was now trembling like a reed in the wind.

He suddenly wanted to know what would happen if he drew his sword and attacked at this moment?