Dragon Clan: My Dad is Ange

He used that handsome face, as gentle as jade, to look like a gangster collecting debts:

"Hey, you guys aren't going to cheat, are you? Can't you, the mighty ghosts, even fulfill the wishes of a mere ordinary person like me?"

Genji fell into deep thought.

He remembered that Fengjian Liuli's personality had indeed made such a promise.

As soon as the thought of rejection came to her mind, it was suppressed by reason - the man in front of her looked lazy, but in fact he was as dangerous as a sword drawn from its sheath.

He was truly afraid of this man. Although he had suddenly begun to act more human, he was worried that this was just a disguise. If he angered him, he wouldn't be able to stop him from committing a crime.

"Natural counting."

He heard himself say.

Ye Fan raised the corner of his mouth into a beautiful arc:

"Then I'll make my promise now. After the dragon corpse case is resolved, have dinner with me."

Yuan Zhinu was stunned.

He subconsciously touched his face, his fingertips touching the delicate skin.

There were also many middle-aged male guests who would invite him to dinner after seeing his face, and Yuan Zhinu knew very well what dirty things they wanted to do.

But he didn't expect that Ye Fan in front of him was the same.

A disgusting guess came to his mind, and his eyes instantly turned cold, as if covered with a thin layer of ice.

Seeing the young man in front of him suddenly stop and touch his face, and look at him with disgust, Ye Fan instantly understood that the other party was thinking something impolite.

The veins on Ye Fan's forehead bulged.

He kept smiling, but his voice was terribly low:

"Clear all those dirty thoughts from your head, or... I'm going to beat you up again!"

Yuan Zhinu's tense shoulders relaxed. Fortunately, he thought, Brother Ye is not that kind of person.

"Remember my promise."

Ye Fan waved his hand in a casual and unrestrained manner, and his black windbreaker flashed at the door.

Only when the engine roar faded did Genji breathe a sigh of relief. Turning to Sakurai Kogure, his eyes filled with tenderness, he said, "That was truly thrilling just now."

Looking at the gentle and non-evil face of Yuan Zhinv.

Sakurai Kogure's pupils trembled slightly, and her red lips parted slightly: "Yes...are you back? Genji-sama?"

"Yeah." The teardrop mole at the corner of his eye was particularly charming when he smiled. "I'm back, Xiao Mu."

After confirming that it was the master personality that had returned, Sakurai Kogure relaxed completely. She asked softly, "How did you get out? Isn't it usually Kazama Ruri-sama who controls the body?"

"Yeah, that monster usually takes the lead."

Yuan Zhinu smiled bitterly, and the sunlight danced on his pale face.

"But he was too arrogant and tried to kill Mr. Ye in the illusion, but the result was..."

He paused, a complex expression flashing in his eyes. "I was completely defeated by Mr. Ye in the spiritual realm."

This is a rather sad thing. After all, he is also an emperor, the undisputed top existence among the mixed-bloods.

Being defeated like an ant by others in the field you are best at is really not a happy thing.

Sakurai Kogure gasped. The seemingly gentle Ye Fan actually had such a terrifying side.

Translating Yuan Zhinu's words into human language, Ye Fan had beaten Yuan Zhinu's other personality to a pulp. Now he was in a state of autism and had no way to resist Yuan Zhinu's personality.

Yuan Zhinu stood by the window, watching the car go by, and whispered softly:

"Mr. Ye... he's truly unfathomable."

The sunlight cast a long shadow behind him, as if another imprisoned personality was still struggling in the darkness.

Chapter 94: Tachibana Masamune wakes up and wants to crush Ye Fan to ashes

The morning light was like a dull knife, slowly cutting open Tachibana Masamune's eyelids.

Tachibana Masamune, the current patriarch of the Snake Eight Families, slowly sat up from his couch. The moment he opened his eyes, sunlight was slanting into the Japanese-style room.

He raised his hands and covered his head tightly. The splitting headache came over him like a surging tide, and his whole body felt soft and weak, as if every bit of strength had been drained away.

The silk pajamas were soaked with cold sweat and stuck to my back. The dizziness brought by the hangover still enveloped my brain, and the whole world seemed to be spinning at a slow speed.

Tachibana Masamune hasn't felt this way for decades.

He was a gifted student at Monihei University, a figure of eternal rationality, and he had never let alcohol dominate his body.

Even though he had once assisted the Führer and watched the German officers cheering after burning tens of thousands of Jewish bodies, he just silently raised his glass and took a sip of the brandy in the glass instead of pouring a large amount of wine into his mouth like a madman.

Not to mention after awakening the bloodline.

He's a Class A hybrid.

Over the years, he has undergone various biological transformations on himself. According to common sense, his physical fitness should be second only to S-level.

However, at this moment, after sleeping for a whole day, his head still hurt as if it had been smashed into paste, and his thoughts became chaotic.

Tachibana Masamune covered his forehead, looked at the maid beside him, and ordered in a weak voice: "Give me a glass of water."

The maid hurriedly handed over the cup of water. Tachibana Masamune took it, took a sip, and after recovering a little, he asked:

"What did that S-class student from Kassel Academy do during the day I was unconscious?"

The maid replied respectfully:

"According to what we know, he first took Gen Chisei and Eri to a street ramen stand last night. They ate ramen there for the entire afternoon, seemingly trying every flavor the stall had."

"Eating ramen? He's just as out of line as his principal. No, he's even more outrageous than his principal. How could someone like that possibly become a good dragon slayer?"

Tachibana Masamune complained.

"Then, he should probably do something practical next. After all, he's already an S-rank official from Kassel Academy."

The maid nodded and continued:

"Then, he drove to Paradise, showed off his skills in the casino, got the chance to make a wish, and met with Kazama Ruri."

"We don't know the specific content of the conversation yet. Sakurai Kogure only revealed that they would fulfill Ye Fan's wish. However, after we inquired, Sakurai Kogure said that Ye Fan's wish was to learn the identity and specific location of the murderer in the dragon corpse theft case."

"It makes sense that Ye Fan should have asked these questions. But she must be hiding something."

Tachibana Masamune murmured, covering his head with his hands and sighing softly. He knew in his heart that Sakurai Kogure was only loyal to Minamoto no Chikara, and that he joined the Oni Clan only because of Minamoto no Chikara, not because he was completely loyal to him. It seemed that Ye Fan and Minamoto no Chikara must have talked about a lot of interesting things.

What would Kazama Ruri say?

How could that monster, who always wore a fake smile, bewitch that S-rank? He suddenly wanted to laugh. These chess pieces always thought they had jumped out of the board.

His three most important chess pieces. Something happened yesterday, but Tachibana Masamune didn't care too much about it.

He firmly believed that the three Yuan Zhisheng siblings were always under his control.

No matter what kind of accident happens, he has full confidence that he can completely control the situation with the profound foundation accumulated over decades of planning.

He absolutely did not believe that Ye Fan, a newcomer who had not yet formally entered Kassel Academy for training, could easily destroy his carefully planned plan.

However, the headache became more and more severe, and Tachibana Masamune's disgust for Ye Fan reached its peak at this moment.

Fragments of memory churned in my brain like sharp shards of glass.

The glaring chandelier, the swaying wine bottle, the boy's burning golden eyes. That damned S-rank, holding the wine barrel, looked like an executioner holding a butcher's knife.

"If you don't drink, you're not giving me face!"

These words echoed in my ears like a curse.

Tachibana Masamune's fingers tightened unconsciously, and the glass groaned under the weight.

how many years?

Ever since he put on the mask of Tachibana Masamune, no one dared to speak to him like that. Even Ange, the old madman, maintained a superficial courtesy.

I still remember that night, he took Ye Fan to the banquet as the head of the eight Sheqi families.

I originally thought that I could get some information about Kassel College and Angers from Ye Fan, but in the end he forced me to drink with him.

At first, he was a little reluctant, and Ye Fan's performance was relatively normal.

But since when, the other party seemed to be really drunk, or pretending to be drunk, anyway, he forced wine into his mouth.

As long as he showed the slightest reluctance or tried to stop him, Ye Fan would immediately get angry, his iconic golden eyes lit up instantly, and he uttered that strange line:

"If you don't drink, you're not giving me face!"

Herzog, who had been shrewd all his life, didn't know how to respond to such words for a moment.

This was a completely unreasonable statement, but the other party took advantage of his status as a drunk and said it openly, leaving him with no way to refute it.

If you don't drink, you're not giving the other person face.

In desperation, Tachibana Masamune, also known as Herzog, was forced to drink one glass after another. In the end, his head was dizzy like a ball of paste, and he was dragged by Ye Fan to play rock-paper-scissors and even eat raw fish.

He had never lost his composure like this in his life.

Even when he was captured by the Soviet Union and taken to Black Swan Port for inhumane research, he always maintained his elegance, like an aristocrat.

But the night before yesterday, he was tortured by that little beast Ye Fan like a beggar on the street.

In the end, the other party actually took the bucket and forced wine mixed with special drugs that could paralyze the hybrid's nerves into his mouth.

He drank so much that he slept for a whole day and night. To be honest, he had never drunk so much alcohol in his life.

The daylight suddenly dimmed. Clouds obscured the sun, and the only sound in the room was his rapid breathing.

In the shadows, he saw the lights of the laboratory, the dragon organs soaked in formalin, and his own reflection in the glass - pale, broken, countless overlapping faces.

"grown ups?"

The maid's uneasy voice brought him back to reality.

Tachibana Masamune loosened his grip, and the glass fell onto the quilt, with the water stains spreading into dark flowers.

He smiled gently, as if the previous gaffe had never happened: "Tell the people below not to interfere with Ye Fan's actions for the time being."