The fierce ghosts with tattoos took out colorful test tubes and poured them directly into their mouths without any elegance. The golden color in the pupils became more and more intense, and fine scales and even bone spurs grew out.

This is the by-product of the evolution of Deadpool and hybrids. It is a sign that the dragon bloodline prevails over the human bloodline. From this moment on, they will have physical fitness that far exceeds that of ordinary people.

But what the professional dragon-slaying executives are best at is dealing with Deadpool. When the alchemy bullets are fired, these inhuman guys fall directly to the ground. These are special bullets that the academy has spent a lot of money to research.

The most outrageous of these commissioners was Cheng Shuangfan. With one strike of his sword, he held a corridor by himself, and was still advancing slowly.

The commanding voice just now came from the third floor. He was going to capture this person alive. The word spirit was activated, and all the metal weapons on the opposite side were ineffective.

Sword Control allows the user to become the emperor of all metal weapons. He has unparalleled control over metals and can even walk with a sword and take someone's head from 300 meters away.

There are no annoying firearms to form a defensive network. Just rely on these physically powerful Deadpools. The physical strength brought by his A-level bloodline is stronger than theirs, which is not enough at all.

Walking up the last step, you have an unobstructed view of the entire first-floor venue. The towering elevator stands in the middle of the venue. This is the highest level that ordinary people can reach.

Luxurious private rooms opened one after another, and inside lay countless gamblers who were inhaled by Frigga. They were the people who spent a lot of money in this venue, and each one of them had a good status.

Standing on the edge of the railing was a fat figure, like a contestant in a traditional Japanese sumo competition. He wore an oxygen mask and looked warily at the executive commissioner who broke through the group of deadpools and rushed to him.

"Are you the Dragon King? Or the King General?"

"I am Jin General Feng Moyue, the strongest warrior guarding the General, and your final opponent."

"Where are the Dragon King and the King?"

"have no idea."

"Whose order did you receive to come here?"

"Sir General."

"The true identity of your so-called General."

"Can't say."

Feng Moyue was unexpectedly honest. He basically answered Cheng Shuangfan's questions. He didn't look like an honest and cunning gang member at all, but more like a fool's boy from the next door neighbor.

He looked at the fierce ghosts below who were being harvested like rice, and his eyes showed sadness and relief. Cheng Shuangfan didn't know what he was letting go of. Do these evil ghosts who have done all kinds of evil deserve any sympathy?

"May I have your name?"

"Cheng Shuangfan."

"Mr. Cheng."

The fat man murmured to himself,

"You must have a perfect family. Do you know the origins of the Fierce Ghosts?

We are the ghosts in the shadow of the eight Sheqi families. Because our bloodline is unstable, we have always stayed in deserted or dark places. Either we turned into real ghosts, or we lived alone in them all our lives. Very few of us could get out.

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My parents, no, I should say the couple who gave birth to my body, I never saw them again after I was determined to have unstable blood. I didn't blame them, because they were wandering around the head of the Sheqi Eight Family.

Damn it.

I hated my bloodline, and then that man showed up, and he told me that he had the ability to develop a blood-stabilizing potion, and that this kind of tragedy would never happen again."

His golden eyes instantly ignited, and the pressure of the A-level bloodline was clearly displayed. He was angry, and he was venting his anger in this way.

"I don't know why the blood-stabilizing medicine has not been developed, but this so-called evolutionary medicine - the Molotov cocktail."

He held up a test tube. This was the evolutionary potion that those downstairs drank just now, which also caused their already unstable bloodlines to be suddenly controlled by the dragon bloodline and turned into deadpools.

"I asked about it, and the general said that this is a by-product of research on stabilizing potions. It is our last stand against the Sheqi Eight Clan, and it is a necessary process on the road to bloodline stability. So I continued to do those disgusting things and looked around.

Those lonely mixed breeds.

The General said that these hybrids can be used as research materials to increase the speed of research, and their sacrifice is for the future of hybrids, so that there will no longer be unstable bloodlines in the future."

He held his head, as if a bomb had exploded in his mind, and was so painful that he could no longer speak.

"It's not that I regret being here because you guys are here, but it's because I received this death order today that I completely realized that the General no longer trusts me.

Then I will dedicate my life to this great cause, so that I can become the firewood for the stable future of the mixed race instead of sacrificing those innocent people."

Feng Moyue opened his mask and threw the whole test tube into his mouth. The clear clicking sound of the glass made people feel pain. Blood mixed with glass shards flowed out of his mouth.

With fine scales, ferocious bone spurs, and majestic golden eyes, Feng Moyue was transforming into a deadpool, but his tenacious will defeated the dragon bloodline.

"The Bronze Throne!"

A layer of bronze light covered the surface of this fat dragon man. This was the power to carry the king's chariot. At this time, Feng Moyue's combat power doubled.

"Why do innocent people have to die? Why am I not the one being experimented on? Why, the road to a stable bloodline has not been completed for decades!"

He roared and rushed towards Cheng Shuangfan, as if there was another person in front of him. He questioned him angrily. No one knew who that person was. Maybe it was the general he mentioned, maybe his parents, or maybe his own bloodline.

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But no one knew anymore. Cheng Shuangfan looked at Feng Moyue who fell to the ground in shock. His sword pierced his neck. Even the dragon's body could not recover from such an injury. He was not attacking, he was committing suicide.

"Dead, all dead."

He looked at the ceiling of the bustling Paradise Pavilion, and countless figures were reflected in his eyes, blurring, then dimming, and finally disappearing forever.

"Actually, you already know it well by now, but you don't want to believe it, so you came to die, right? Bringing all the vicious ghosts with you.

You are actually not that pitiful, and your own actions do not deserve sympathy from others, but your ideals are admirable, and your bloodline will have a stable future."

Cheng Shuangfan closed his eyes with his head tilted. The dragon transformation was gradually fading away, and the note he held tightly in his hand was revealed. The word "Dragon King" was emphasized in bold.

Until the end, he did not betray the general. He still believed in the ideal world described by the general. Cheng Shuangfan solemnly put away the note.

"I haven't had time to say that I haven't had parents since I was a child."

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