Starting from the Dragon Clan, it's a 50-50 split

"The world of hybrids is far more cruel than the real world. Some hybrids, after their spiritual vision awakens, will easily rely on their powerful strength to commit crimes. Others simply have too high a concentration of dragon blood in their bodies, which gradually erodes their human blood, and they degenerate into deadpools who only crave flesh and blood." Tang Zi said.

"The kind with scales all over the body and bone spurs?" Mo Qiuran asked.

"Yes...you...were you hitting that kind of thing before?" Tang Zi frowned.

"It should be a little different. That person...seems to be able to control himself, and finally changed back." Mo Qiuran said.

"If he has mastered some kind of forbidden technique, then it's impossible... It seems that you may have encountered an organization with relatively large power. However, I won't get involved if you have your own plans," Tang Zi said. "Deadpool is the final version of that thing, which is when dragon blood almost completely erodes human blood."

"Final version?"

"Human genes are vulnerable to dragon genes, but when only a little bit is left, they will show amazing resilience, just like using a hydraulic press to crush bread crumbs is easy but it is absolutely impossible to crush the bread crumbs," Tang Zi said, "So humans can't turn into dragons, they can only turn into Deadpools, without any consciousness or wisdom, only knowing how to devour flesh and blood, but with bodies and spirits similar to those of dragons."

"It sounds a bit like the ultimate enhanced version of a zombie! Will I get infected if bitten by this thing?" Mo Qiuran took a breath.

"Dragon blood is extremely corrosive. It's best not to let it come into contact with flesh and blood, and it shouldn't spread out. Otherwise, animals and plants may mutate due to contact with it," said Tang Zi.

"No wonder..." Mo Qiuran thought of what happened before.

"What's so strange?"

So Mo Qiuran told Tang Zi about the shocking scene of a professional team of young men in suits digging the soil.

"And they know how to deal with the aftermath... Your judgment is correct. Being able to mobilize MINT services means that you are an organization with considerable power." Tang Zi nodded.

"So what's in this file bag is..." Mo Qiuran seemed to realize something.

"Here is the information about a hybrid who has fallen into the trap of being a deadpool and has not been caught yet," Tang Zi said calmly, "Take it back and read it. Don't spread it to others. I have checked your body and there is nothing wrong with it. So, tomorrow, I will take you to kill someone."

……

"elder brother."

coming!

Lu Mingfei sat up suddenly and took the initiative without saying a word.

He had already thought through the steps of his action many times in his mind, which could be roughly summarized into two steps. The first step was to rush to the computer desk after getting out of bed, and the second step was to kick the little boy down!

Lu Mingfei felt that he was quite merciful for just kicking the stool down. The little boy was going to kick him off the cliff!

And he kicked me so many times!

What's wrong with taking revenge on yourself?

So he did what he had planned, rushed out of bed, and rushed to the little boy without even having time to put on his shoes... But the series of actions with only two steps that he had rehearsed many times stopped when he was about to execute the second step because the boy's posture was different from before.

He squatted on a chair, hugging his knees, looking out the window, as if in a daze. What came in through the window was not the morning light but the sunset glow. In the last light, two lines of tears were flowing down the boy's cheeks.

Lu Mingfei tried to tell himself again and again in his heart that the boy was pretending to be pitiful... However, the tears shed by the boy were like a huge sadness that gripped his heart, causing him to involuntarily slow down his pace and walk to the boy's side.

“Hey, don’t think you can cry just because you’re a child. Men don’t cry easily, understand? I’ve never cried before, even though I was so miserable.” Lu Mingfei comforted her awkwardly, feeling a little hesitant for a moment. “Are you missing home? But you have to tell me your name and where you live so I can send you back. Otherwise, if others see me walking with you on the street, they might think I’m a kidnapper…”

"Brother." The boy said softly.

"what?"

"Can you answer a question for me?" The boy turned around and looked at Lu Mingfei, the golden pupils in his eyes slightly dimmer than before.

"What?" Lu Mingfei scratched his head.

"Do you have any children?" the boy asked softly.

Then the two of them were silent for several minutes.

During these few minutes, Lu Mingfei has been thinking about one question: is his hearing blurry?

"Do you have any children?" the boy asked again.

This time Lu Mingfei felt that he heard it clearly, and it couldn't be clearer.

So Lu Mingfei thought that he must be crazy, or the boy was crazy, because Lu Mingfei seemed to feel that he heard... resentment? ? !

God is so resentful!

"Hey, I'm seventeen years old and I still don't have a girlfriend. I've been solo since birth. How do you know that I will have a son or a daughter? Could you please tell me who their mother is so I can find her?" Lu Mingfei was speechless.

"...Yeah," the boy turned away disappointedly, "You are not him yet, how would you know?"

“Little brother, you really need to have your head checked!” Lu Mingfei solemnly reached out and patted the boy’s shoulder, but the next second he felt the familiar feeling of falling again.

Lu Mingfei rolled his eyes and didn't even scream.

He's getting used to it.

Chapter 47 "Perfect Evolution" (4,000 words)

The turbid air was mixed with no less than dozens of smells, including various foods, drinks, sweat odors... and the hormones emitted by masked men and women shouting excitedly.

These masked men and women sat on seats that formed a circle. In the middle of the circle was not an altar, but a huge cylindrical iron cage. Inside the iron cage was a circular arena with a movable floor at each end, and on the movable floor were two slightly smaller cages.

The steel bars that make up the iron cage are almost as thick as a baby's arm, and are wrapped with sharp wires like steel thorns. They are not the silver-white color of steel, but a burnt black color with blood stains. It is unclear whether this is because the blood splashed when the creatures in the cage fought to the death is this color, or because of the high voltage current attached to the iron cage.

Even with such tight defenses, there are still several fully armed "security guards" around the iron cage, and there is even an eleven-barrel Gatling gun next to it!

Such a solid defense still needs to be equipped with this level of firepower. What on earth will appear on this stage?

"Look, those people."

The upper level is the largest and has the best view. In the owner's private box, various precious furs are spread on the floor as a carpet. The man sitting on the sofa holds a glass of unnamed red wine in his hand, shaking it gently, looking at the crowd below, his tone full of pride and boasting.

"They are well-dressed. In the past, they were all social elites in various fields, with considerable wealth and status. But now, they have all come here, wearing masks to hide their identities, and looking forward to the fight between the beasts... Because no matter how gentle and polite a person appears to be, there is a beast in their heart, but it just doesn't show it normally. So, when I give them this opportunity... they are willing to pay a high price for it."

"I'm not interested in how you make money." A masked man said, "Finish what I tell you to do."

“…We can actually cooperate.” said the man.

"I told you, we're not interested." The masked man said coldly. In an instant, the temperature in the whole room seemed to drop by several degrees. Several bodyguards on the side wanted to draw their guns, but in an instant they all convulsed and fell to the ground.

"I didn't mean that!" the man said quickly.

"You can try it too." The masked man's tone was still calm, but in his eyes there were already captivating golden pupils!

"I will do my best to complete what you have asked me to do!" The man immediately expressed his attitude, and all his previous pride disappeared. Even though he could be said to be the local emperor here, he definitely could not afford to offend the person in front of him!

……

"I've left."

In the back seat of the vehicle, the masked man said to the person on the other end of the phone: "He is still trying to get in touch with us and keeps telling me how much money he can make at his place."

"Heh... He's just a frog in a well," the man on the other end of the phone said, "How could he know that the research and development costs of the substance we asked him to inject into that person far exceeded all his assets? Great ideals are destined not to be understood by them. We just need to do our own thing well."

"Yes, Professor," the masked man said, then hesitated, "But..."

"What are you hesitating about?" asked the man called "Professor".

"But our research has only achieved temporary results. Is it really a good idea to expose it to those organizations so early?" the masked man asked. "Besides, this place is very close to the border of China. What if the experimental subject escapes there..."

"Why else do you think I chose that location? Only actual combat can test the effectiveness. If you want to make progress, you have to face challenges!" The "Professor" said passionately, "The official hybrid organizations in Thailand and China will give us the answer to the results of this stage of research! I'm curious about how much they have to pay for this... for perfect evolution!"

"For perfect evolution!" The masked man's eyes were fanatical.

……

“Damn it! Drag them out!” Chris, the boss of the life and death arena and the man who was frightened by the masked man and dared not resist and let him leave, angrily threw the cup to the ground, “A bunch of useless things!”

No one dared to mess with the enraged Chris. Here he was like an emperor, holding the power of life and death. Although he was so humble in front of the masked man that he wanted to kneel down and lick his feet... he was rejected.

"Where are the Basongs?" Chris asked.

"In the lounge." a subordinate replied.

"Take me there!"

The lounge was very simple, and compared to the box it was a world of difference. There was only a stool, and a man was sitting on it, holding a photo in his hand and stroking it gently.

The man's hair was messy and shoulder-length, and it looked like he hadn't washed it for a long time. There were three sharp scars on his face, which were left by his opponent in the previous match. As for now... the fact that the man could sit here already explained the fate of that opponent.

Let's die, the man thought. Anyone who comes here must kill people if they want to survive. At first, the man was a little uncomfortable, but after so many battles, the man had already become hard-hearted.

Because he doesn't want to die yet.

He also wanted to return alive with enough money so that he could cure her illness...

The sound of the door being pushed open was heard, and the man put the photo away in an instant, but it was still seen by Chris.

"Haha, Basong! My brother!" Chris walked in with a big laugh. "Are you still looking at your fiancée? Don't worry, this is the last game. As long as you win, you can enjoy yourself with your unlimited bonus, whether it's to treat your illness or to find a new one!"

"Sompha," Prasong whispered, looking at him, "Don't say such things."

"...all of you get out." Chris's smile disappeared and he yelled at the others. After everyone left, he smiled again and said, "I told you not to call me Songpa anymore. I have long stopped using that clichéd name. Now I am Chris, Hardy Chris!"

"It's up to you," Basong said, not interested in the matter. "After this fight, can I leave?"

"Of course! You're my brother! How could I possibly lie to you about something like this?" Chris laughed and blinked, "But, just to be on the safe side, I brought you something good."

"What?" Basong frowned.

"A stimulant that can make you stronger!" Chris took out an exquisite box from his chest and opened it. Inside was an injection with a clear orange-yellow liquid.

"I don't need this." Basong shook his head.

"No, you have to play," Chris said, "This is your 100th game! It's unprecedented! Many people think you can't win, but I believe in you! I bet all my money on you winning!"

"All?" Basong's eyes sharpened.

"Don't worry, I have confidence that you will win," Chris said, "but if you are willing to inject this stimulant to make the situation more stable..."

"This can't be some kind of poison." Basong was a little skeptical.

"How is that possible!" Chris shook his head with a sincere look on his face, "Of course not! You and I are brothers, and we are from the same village! If it weren't for me, would you have such a chance? We have been friends since we were young! How could I want to harm you?"

Maybe he really believed it, or maybe there was no other way to go at this point... In any case, Basong finally accepted the strange injection.

A burning sensation spread from the injection site, and Basong was instantly shocked. All the muscles in his body tensed up. He felt that he had never experienced such a good feeling before!

"Haha! You see, you're right if you trust me!" Hardy Chris said hurriedly when he saw this, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the masked man did not lie to him.

……

"Have you finished reading the information?" Sister Tang said.

"I've read it," said Mo Qiuran. "Basong Chachan, a Thai, was sold to the arena. He has the power of Word Spirit Bronze Throne, which is to strengthen himself in a very short period of time. His bones, skin and muscles are strengthened to varying degrees, so he can block bullets at close range with his body. His muscle explosiveness and endurance are greatly improved. The reason for his fall is suspected to be that he used Word Spirit too much in the arena, and he went crazy and tore through the iron cage to rush out, killing a large number of spectators and then escaped...but this boss actually survived."

"Is there a problem here?" Tang Zi asked, her tone clearly not one of doubt but of examination.

"Logically speaking, shouldn't those who are sold into the arena hate the arena's owner?" Mo Qiuran shrugged and flipped through the information. "I just subconsciously feel it's strange. If I put myself in his shoes, I think I would definitely kill the boss first... This information should be incomplete, and there may even be some fabricated false information in it."

"That's right. We must learn to have reasonable doubts about intelligence. It is not advisable to blindly believe it, let alone this kind of cross-border intelligence." Tang Zi nodded.

"I think there must be a lot of things hidden in this boss," Mo Qiuran said, "He is obviously Thai but he has a Western name. He has the ability to run a mixed-race duel arena and it is not banned? Is this kind of thing allowed to exist legally in Thailand?"

"Of course it's illegal. The existence of the dragon race should be concealed, which is the common understanding of most hybrids in the world. Once someone leaks it, the consequence will be a collective attack. As for the existence of this hybrid arena... there are corrupt officials everywhere, and bribery is very common. Enough benefits can accomplish many things," Tang Zi said, "but you are right, Songpa can be investigated thoroughly."

"It's interesting to say that all the audiences who go to this arena are ordinary people," Mo Qiuran sighed, "Is it because they are curious about the mixed-bloods? Or are they jealous? Or do they simply regard them as beasts?"

"The world is big, and there are all kinds of people," Tang Zi said, "Are you ready?"

"Of course not!" Mo Qiuran shook his head decisively.

"Hmm?" Tang Zi raised her eyebrows.

"I don't have a passport yet! Who knew that you, Sister Tang, would take me abroad so soon? Also, I only took one day off!" Mo Qiuran was devastated, "I'm a good student who loves to study!"

"What you mean by a studious and good student is the one who skipped class and fought yesterday?" Tang Zi asked.

"Stop, I have to correct one thing," Mo Qiuran said righteously, "I'm not skipping class, I've asked for leave!"

"Yeah, but fighting doesn't make a good kid." Tang Zi nodded perfunctorily.

"Then how about we arrange for someone to go ask for leave from my teacher?" Mo Qiuran finally showed his true colors. "It's the kind of guy on TV who wears a leather windbreaker and sunglasses and walks directly into the classroom and says, "I'm sorry to interrupt your class, but I'm here to ask for leave for classmate Mo Qiuran because he's serving the country!"

"...Okay, I'll find someone to arrange it for you when you're in class one day, and change the wording. Just say that we're sorry to disturb you in class, but if you, Mo Qiuran, don't come, the country will suffer huge losses." Tang Zi said after a moment of silence.

"Forget it. I'm afraid of social failure." Mo Qiuran refused decisively.

"I really didn't realize that you would have concerns in this regard?" Tang Zi raised her eyebrows.

"I'm very thin-skinned, okay?" Mo Qiuran said shyly.

"It seems that no one dares to say that they are thick-skinned." Tang Zi sneered.

"Ahem...so how do we get there?" Seeing that he couldn't win the argument, Mo Qiuran quickly changed the subject.

"The car that will pick us up is already on the way. We can just leave directly later. It's a special plane and is expected to arrive in Thailand in the afternoon."