Dragon Clan: My Dad is Ange

Ye Fan stood there and waited for the idiot to pounce on him. Finally, he punched the other person's body and head together.

This could be considered his last act of mercy, bringing the other person a death without any pain.

The sound of the tin can hitting the table had not yet faded away when the middle-aged man's pupils suddenly shrank to the size of a needle tip.

The empty tube of dragon blood serum on his sleeve tumbled to the ground with a crisp sound. The blood vessels beneath his skin began to wriggle like countless dark green earthworms, and fine dragon scales appeared on his neck.

"Are you kidding me..." The man's voice became hoarse, and his nails were keratinizing at a speed visible to the naked eye. "I am... a mixed-blood..."

The neon lights of the casino shone on his distorted face, turning the bulging veins purple-red.

The gamblers around screamed and retreated. Someone knocked over a champagne tower, and the amber liquor spread a large stain on the Persian carpet.

Just as he was about to pounce on Ye Fan——

"Puff."

A blood-stained steel spike pierced through his forehead, with half-solidified brain tissue still hanging on the tip.

The man's expression was frozen between madness and astonishment, and he slowly lowered his head to look at the weapon protruding from his chest.

It was an iron skewer decorated with red maple patterns, usually used to string Japanese confectionery specially supplied by Gokurakukan.

"Being inappropriate in front of distinguished guests is a capital offense."

The girl's voice was like a knife dipped in honey.

She was wearing a rouge-colored furisode kimono with the hem embroidered with weeping cherry blossoms, and the golden hairpins in her hair trembled with her movements.

When she pulled the iron skewer out of the corpse's head, blood drew an elegant arc in the air, and a few drops splashed on her snow-white neck, like cinnabar falling on rice paper.

Ye Fan could smell the stench of blood in the air. This seemingly gentle girl was at least an A-level hybrid, and her clothes didn't even get messed up when she attacked.

She was wiping the murder weapon with a handkerchief embroidered with crane patterns, and her bloody fingertips left enchanting marks on the silk cloth.

"Mr. Ye is really killing it tonight."

Sakurai Kogure inserted the iron skewer back into her bun, as if it were just an ordinary hairpin. "Sixty million chips, that's more than thirty times your original bet."

Her eyelashes drooped as she spoke, and her voice carried the unique sticky feeling of the Kyoto accent, which made the black-clad bodyguards around her straighten their backs at the same time.

The air conditioning in the casino suddenly increased in volume, making the crystal chandeliers jingle.

"I wonder if these profits have met Mr. Ye's requirements?"

Sakurai Kogure rubbed the ring in her hand.

Ye Fan noticed that she was wearing a bronze ring on her left little finger, with rubies embedded in the dragon-shaped eyes - it was a token of the ghost cadres.

"Money is just a number." Ye Fan played with the chips, the plastic pieces flying between his fingers like a silver waterfall. "I heard that in Paradise, the true winner can realize any wish?"

Sakurai Kogure suddenly laughed.

When she smiled, tiny wrinkles appeared at the corners of her eyes, like the surface of a lake wrinkled by the spring breeze.

"certainly."

She stepped onto the gambling table barefoot, her sleeves drooping, revealing half of her pale calves:

"However, for someone like Mr. Ye, if we let you gamble with ordinary dealers round after round, it would be too demeaning and would also make us at Paradise Hall look stingy."

"How about we play one last round?" The golden bells on her ankles tinkled softly as she moved. "If you beat me, Paradise will grant you one wish."

The gambling table was suddenly surrounded by waiters in black, who were as silent as a flock of crows.

Ye Fan noticed that the temples of these people were slightly bulging—all of them were hybrids who had been injected with serum. The mirror on the ceiling reflected countless figures facing each other, as if the entire space was multiplying infinitely.

It really deserves to be the headquarters of the ghost group. There are countless hybrids, and the only thing more than hybrids is the dragon blood serum.

"That would be great if that were the case. I'd also like to save some time."

Ye Fan pushed away the mountain of chips.

"Mr. Ye has already chosen so many times, can I choose the size this time?"

Sakurai Kogure asked, blinking her beautiful big eyes.

"Please."

Ye Fan spread out his hands without any objection.

"Then I choose small."

Sakurai Kogure suddenly grabbed the dice cup.

The way she rolled the dice was very special. Her wrist was as soft as if it had no bones, and the bottom of the dice drew a perfect circular trajectory on the table.

She shook her head very quickly, as if she was worried about giving Ye Fan too much time to react.

The moment the dice cup was closed, Ye Fan heard the click of six dice falling into place neatly.

When the cup was opened, six ivory dice were arranged in a perfect snowflake formation, with each upward side being a bright red dot.

Looking at the dice on the table, a smile appeared on the girl's pretty face.

With this number, no matter what Ye Fan shakes out next, he can only tie with her at best.

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The author has a fever today, so the quality of the article may not be that high. After the fever recovers, the author will come back to revise it.

If you have any comments, please write them here and I will take a look at them tomorrow.

Chapter 90 A Man Like a Blooming Flower

"It's your turn."

The girl pushed the dice cup over, with blood still stained on her nails.

The gambling hall suddenly became eerily quiet, and everyone held their breath. Most of the gamblers knew that Ye Fan was facing a dead end.

No matter what, the best result is a draw.

Ye Fan felt a cold gaze coming down from the VIP room on the second floor - there was a vermilion gauze curtain hanging there, and a vague figure could be seen.

The young man smiled helplessly and grabbed the dice cup on the table.

In order to check his background, are you resorting to such shameless means?

Then you can't blame him.

He grabbed the dice cup like a young boy entering a casino for the first time, and even clumsily knocked over two chips.

But when the dice started spinning, Sakurai Kogure's pupils suddenly contracted.

Because Ye Fan's spinning speed was not very fast, and there was not even any pattern, as if he didn't care about the next number.

But then she saw Ye Fan suddenly throw the dice cup high above his head and then slam it hard on the table.

"boom!"

The sound of the dice cup hitting the gambling table made several bodyguards instinctively touch their lower backs.

Ye Fan opened the lid of the cup and displayed the contents to everyone.

He still wore a calm smile, not even glancing at the dice on the table. He was so confident, his face full of the assurance of a king.

Everyone looked at the table. All five dice had one dot. The sixth one broke into three pieces, and half a red dot could barely be made out on the largest piece.

"Five against six." Ye Fan fiddled with the dice fragments with his fingertips. "Looks like I won?"

Sakurai Kogure's kimono belt suddenly moved without wind.

She stared at the fragments for a full ten seconds, then suddenly chuckled, "Mr. Ye is really..."

Before she could finish her words, a maid in apricot-colored long-sleeved gown trotted over and whispered in her ear on tiptoe. Ye Fan caught the words "that sir" and "Red Lotus Room."

"It seems the surprises tonight aren't over yet." Sakurai Kogure stood up, bringing with him a gust of plum blossom fragrance, and the blood-stained handkerchief fluttered onto the pile of chips.

"Come with me to the Red Lotus Pavilion for a cup of tea. Please rest for a moment. I will come over soon to listen to your wishes."

When she turned around, the golden hairpin in her hair flashed a cold light, and the iron stick that pierced the human brain was now pointing at the stairs in the northwest.

When the maid pulled open the paper door of the Red Lotus Pavilion, a few pieces of dust like gold foil floated out. The moment Ye Fan stepped in, the door behind him closed silently, isolating himself from the hustle and bustle of the gambling hall.

The furnishings in the pavilion are extremely simple - a low table, two cushions, and a weeping cherry tree that is about to fade inserted diagonally in a celadon vase in the corner.

When the maid knelt to serve tea, the silver bracelet on her wrist collided with the tea tray, and the sound was as clear as the wind chimes on the eaves of an ancient temple.

The tea is Mingqian Longjing, and the green leaves stretch out like swords in the cup.

Ye Fan stroked the rim of the cup and suddenly smelled a subtle fragrance. It wasn't incense or powder, but rather the smell of maple leaves slowly rotting in a cold spring in late autumn.

"Please wait a moment, Mr. Ye. The owner will be here soon."

Ye Fan nodded and continued to appreciate the colors in his teacup.

There is free tea to drink, so sitting here waiting is not boring.

As the maid led Ye Fan to the Red Lotus Pavilion, another kind of silence was flowing in the "Moon Viewing Room" on the top floor of the Paradise Pavilion.

The silhouette of plum branches is reflected on the paper door of the Tsukimi-ken. Genji is kneeling in front of a gilded mirror, with her wide white jacket slipping down to her shoulders, revealing her delicate and fair butterfly bones.

The face reflected in the mirror is as pretty as a girl, and any man who sees it can find the feeling of his first love in this face.

When Sakurai Kogure came in holding a black lacquered makeup box, her wooden clogs made a hollow sound as they stepped on the beech wood floor.

She knelt behind Yuan Zhinu and took out the indigo brush for drawing eyebrows from the box. She dipped the tip of the brush in the inkstone, and the ink spread out into a small pool of night.

"That S-rank is more patient than I thought."

He spoke in a clear voice, and it seemed that because he had been dressed as a woman for a long time, his voice sounded like both a man and a woman.

"According to the information, he attended a banquet yesterday with the head of the family, Tachibana Masamune, the head of the Inuyama family, and the current head of the executive department, Minamoto no Chisei. He also helped the head of the executive department eliminate two demons whose bloodlines had reached A-level after being injected with dragon blood serum."

Sakurai Kogure's breath brushed against the back of Gen's neck as she spoke.

Although she was speaking, her hand holding the pen was still as steady as a knife, gently tracing along the eyebrow arch of Genjiro.

The indigo color spreads out, outlining the originally gentle eyebrows into a sharp arc.

Genji closed her eyes and smiled:

"Anyone who can even be looked at with a different eye by Amaterasu is certainly not a reckless person. However, judging by the situation, our Amaterasu was so happy about the death of the two demons that she drank all night long."

His voice was very soft, like cherry petals falling on silk.