He tore through the Holy Grail War, and you still call him a dragon?

It was a dark night, and the perfect time for blood to be spilled. The joint operation was underway.

Inside a corporate park funded by the Chen family, teams of armed personnel were urgently relocating classified files and sensitive equipment—hustling under the cover of darkness. Though officially hybrid mercenaries, the men had been working like laborers for days now, unable to delegate because most hired hands lacked clearance.

"Sector 3 is clear! Sector 3 is clear!"

"Group A needs five more men! Move that imported gear gently—one bump and it's scrap!"

"Hey! You guys over there! I said rest, not retire! This all needs to be cleared out by tomorrow—unless you plan to cover the delay yourselves?!"

The basement floor of the medical complex was damp and cold—an eerie place that wouldn't feel out of place in a ghost story. Still, the Chen family members whipped the workers into a frenzy, organizing the chaos with the intensity of a wartime effort.

Nobody questioned why they were always working late or what they were moving. You get paid, you do the job. Leave the big-picture stuff to the higher-ups.

"You three—get that stuff upstairs! Move it! And come back right after. You're the slowest crew in the whole building!"

A stern Chen family man barked orders, not even bothering to recognize the men—there were too many armed personnel to keep track of. His job was to deliver results. End of story.

"Yo, Third Brother—how much longer you got down here?"

From around the corner came another Chen sibling. The resemblance was clear; they were both sons of the family patriarch.

"Fourth Brother, huh? Ugh, don't even ask. The deadline's too tight. We'll be at this all night. I heard your assignment's a walk in the park, huh?"

"Haha, hardly! It just means Father doesn't trust me as much as he trusts you—strong, reliable, favored!"

Their words were cordial, but the atmosphere was anything but. In a family of dozens of siblings, every kind word was laced with hidden jabs.

And everyone knew, one day the family headship would change hands.

"Honestly, it's our dear sister Mo Tong who has Father's full favor."

Fourth Brother's voice dropped. "Rumor is she passed her interview and the Gattuso elders are impressed."

"You can see it yourself—Father's been all buddy-buddy with those foreign bastards lately."

"But she's leaving the family, right? Getting married off? That's a win for us!"

Third Brother waved him off, not wanting to dwell on it. He glanced around. Those guys he sent upstairs still hadn't returned.

"Where the hell are they? We're paying premium wages and getting trash results?"

He snapped his fingers. "You two! Go upstairs and check on them!"

Two armed men saluted and vanished up the stairs. But like the others... they never returned.

Now thoroughly annoyed, Third Brother ordered a lockdown on all upper-floor access and began pulling surveillance footage—when a noise echoed down the hall.

Everyone raised their rifles, only lowering them when they saw a familiar face.

"Took you long enough! What were you doing—falling into the toilet?!"

The large man smiled sheepishly. "Sorry, sorry. Had to take a long dump. And it's creepy up there in the dark, man."

Third Brother wasn't buying it. "Cut the crap. You've been here for years—you scared now? What's the code? You know the procedure—no access without the code!"

The big guy just sighed.

Then, in a flash, he pulled a Remington 870, pumped it, and fired.

Point-blank. Third Brother and nearby guards fell instantly, their shocked faces frozen in time.

All hell broke loose.

"Enemy attack!" Fourth Brother screamed.

Chaos erupted. The workers—now armed—unleashed gunfire. The "workers" were no longer workers. They were Zhou family operatives.

The big man's disguise faded, revealing Tang, surrounded by his own strike team.

Glancing at the mess, Tang muttered:

"Passwords, man… Who the hell even remembers those?"

(End of Chapter)

[Check Out My P@treon For +20 Extra Chapters On All My Fanfics!!][[email protected]/euridome]

[Thank You For Your Support!]