Chapter 92.2

Don't You Have a Good Relationship with Chief Mu? (2)

On the second day.

Daylight splendidly spilled down, shining unsympathetically on top of the wretchedness of the ground.

Destroyed peaks, traces of blazing fire, crushed bodies.

The air was filled with a scorched stench, with the scent of the blood being masked, leaving only the heavy stench of burnt bodies.

It was like purgatory on earth.

Even Wen Yao's expression could not help but become ugly.

She slightly covered her mouth and nose as she sauntered, step by step, through the ruins.

"The last location Zhuo Fu got from that communicator... is here?"

Although she had already known the answer, Wen Yao still had some difficulty believing it.

Mu Heng lowered his eyes, gaze sweeping over the charred blocks burned to ashes on the side, and said flippantly, "It seems that the dragon has already come here before us."

Wen Yao's eyes fell on the scratch marks in the remnants of the mountain peak not far away and her expression was grave.

"... Yes."

Mu Heng was already walking confidently into the interior of the almost-leveled cave.

His gaze swept over the claw marks of the dragon on the ground.

Huge, blood-stained, and with human remains.

It was much larger than what he had seen earlier.

Mu Heng slowly narrowed his eyes and raised his head to look around.

The scene in front of him was so cruel and horrible. Everywhere was highlighted by the dragon's terrifying power growth and desire to kill.

The dragon had become more reckless than the previous caution and carefulness.

Because it had become more powerful.

Mu Heng's heart sank and the fingertips at his side slightly tightened.

And he was the one to bear the blame.

Mu Heng leaned down and picked up a golden, rounded gold coin from the ashes on the ground.

He twisted the gold coin with his fingertips and examined it against the daylight.

"... This is the reason the dragon came."

"You mean this organization has stolen the dragon's treasure?" Wen Yao was slightly stunned.

Mu Heng answered, "Yes."

He lowered his eyes, hiding the burning light under his eyes.

The plan to slay the dragon could not be delayed any longer.

It had to be done quickly before the dragon's power was fully restored, or their chances of winning would become even slimmer as time passed.

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After returning to his room, Shi An counted his treasures diligently.

This part was looted back from the principal in the Aiwen District and this part was the private savings of the principal in the Aiwen District. Some of these small boxes were from the Aiwen District auction house, and the gold and silver were from the warehouse of the auction house.

Although there appeared to be many more, most were from human beings. Although they looked fancy, the real value was insignificant against one gem in his collection.

And finally... the treasure he just grabbed back from that group of black-robed people last night.

Shi An took a deep breath and started counting with great anticipation.

All of these were his.

No such thing as half adulteration.

Looking at the familiar glow of treasures before him, Shi An almost burst into tears.

He couldn't wait to transform into a palm-sized dragon and dive into the pile of treasures, rolling around in the glow of gold coins and countless precious gems after a long time.

The walls reflected the brilliant gold glory, fluctuating like flowing water.

The gold coins flowed down from his wings and claws like a river, rubbing against his scales and bringing a happy tickle.

Shi An narrowed his vertical pupils and lay spread out on all fours in the pile of gold coins, hardly wanting to move his paws.

Great! Great! Excellent!

At this point, Shi An suddenly thought of something. He poked his head out of the pile of treasures and scanned around in detail.

Only then did he realize that there was not a single abyssal gemstone among the treasures he had snatched back from those black-robed men.

Shi An rolled and blinked his eyes.

Well, there were two possibilities.

One was that those humans had used up all the abyssal stones when creating the abyssal rift earlier.

The other possibility was...

The ones he snatched back were only a part of their sinful thievery.

Shi An slowly narrowed his eyes.

He felt it was the second one.

Seeing Shi An climb up from the pile of treasures, Black Smoke fiercely scurried up as if frightened and let out a terrified and weak voice. "My lord, I'm begging you... I-I-I truly can't eat anymore!"

Shi An cheerfully said, "You can."

Black smoke let out a miserable scream. "I truly can't!"

And most of all... Shi An didn't only force it to swallow the treasure but also rinsed it off with water after spitting it out....

Not only to keep things clean but also to squeeze every last bit of its remaining value.

It was pretty much a dragon's nature!

Black Smoke took a deep breath and said, "That... my lord, how many treasures have you retrieved now?"

Shi An thought for a moment, mentally estimating, and his expression fell again. "Less than one-half."

Black smoke was green in the face. "..."

That meant that there was more!

But it was entirely at its limit even now!

Black Smoke painfully pleaded, "My lord... I truly can't do it anymore..."

After thinking for a long time, Shi An finally sighed reluctantly. "Alas, okay then."

Black smoke's expression abruptly brightened up.

Shi An thought about it and said, "After all, it's bothersome having to clean it once more every time for checking."

Black Smoke: "..."

It feels like you are doing this because you disdain me!

Shi An opened his phone, found Lin Yanming's contact information, and gave him a call, carefully asking whether there are any props made by humans now, able to fit many things in a small space.

There was one in Shi An's era, but the space was small. At most, it could only fit some frequently used items. Anyway, his gold and treasure were impossible to fit in there.

Lin Yanming said, "There is, but how large of a space do you need?"

Shi An mulled it over in his head. "Is there one that could contain a small mountain?'

Lin Yanming: "..."

I think you are dreaming.

However, as a qualified male mother, he still thought seriously for a long time and said, "The largest magically-expanded bag I knew of should be in the Bureau. It's a strictly controlled item... But, I don't know how much it could contain."

Lin Yanming thought of something and said, "Hey, don't you have a good relationship with Chief Mu? Can't you ask him?"

Shi An: "..."

His expression stiffened and he subconsciously squeezed his phone tightly.

The memories he had forcibly forgotten for so long revived. The images, the touch, the temperature, all of them were once again clear and jumped to the surface.

Including the last conversation with the other person.

Shi An's face flushed quickly, the heat steamed under his thin skin, the light pink spread in a flash from the root of his ear to his neck, followed by the slender curve into the collar as if his whole dragon was going to be ripe again.

This... is not a problem of whether the relationship is good or not!

Shi An could not wait to turn back into dragon form again, buried his head under the wings, and henceforth turned a deaf ear to things outside the cave, and then slept for tens until hundreds of thousands of years.

Besides... he genuinely did not want to see Mu Heng now!

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This relationship is one that has in-depth communication and is ready to become a little deeper (seriously).