Volume One, Chapter 18: The True and False "Dragon King"

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Ye Aotian was thoroughly frustrated. The organization had informed him that "Sixty Thousand" had arrived, and the meeting point was the Iron Alliance gym—the most expensive gym in Jinghai City, where even the basic VIP membership cost fifty thousand yuan.

The organization wasn’t short on funds, so how did "Sixty Thousand" have so much money? Moreover, there were five of them.

At first, Ye Aotian thought they were just meeting outside, but then he saw them going inside.

Seeing that the cashier was a young girl, Ye Aotian tried to use his charm to sneak in.

Instead, he was told to "get lost."

Even more infuriating was the security guard, who acted as if Ye Aotian had killed his father, hurling insults relentlessly.

For every insult Ye Aotian uttered, the security captain fired back ten.

He was so angry he almost lost his temper, but with ten cameras watching the front desk, he held back.

Finally, after signing a mountain of forms—essentially a contract selling his soul—and applying for a card on an installment loan, he was finally allowed inside.

Yu’er, naturally, was stopped outside. If she had gone in, Ye Aotian would have had to sell his kidneys on the spot.

That’s how this world worked: without money, even the Chosen One had to take out loans!

"Sixty Thousand" was easy to spot—a big guy leading four smaller ones. Ye Aotian thought to himself, at least he had found them.

Unlike the last whiteboard who had simply disappeared without a trace.

He walked over and patted Sixty Thousand on the shoulder.

Sixty Thousand, who was in the middle of lifting weights, casually handed Ye Aotian a barbell weighing over 300 kilograms.

"Damn."

Unprepared, Ye Aotian’s hands went limp as he caught it, and the barbell fell onto his foot.

The pain made him jump.

"What… what are you doing?"

Sixty Thousand scratched his head innocently.

"Oh, I thought you wanted the barbell. It felt too light, so I just tossed it to you."

Over 300 kilograms is "too light"? Still, Ye Aotian got a rough idea of his strength and felt slightly reassured.

"Hurry up and help me lift it back up, you idiot."

"Oh, young comrade, when you speak, speak properly. No foul language."

Sixty Thousand had already lifted the barbell again.

"Idiot, do you know who I am? Do you know no one dares treat me like this! I am..."

Hearing this, Sixty Thousand immediately dropped the barbell, which once again smashed Ye Aotian’s foot.

"Ahhh… What the hell?! Do you want to die?!"

"Oh, young comrade, your words are too harsh. I don’t want to talk to you anymore."

With that, Sixty Thousand turned and left, heading to the pull-up bar.

"You, come back here."

Sixty Thousand pretended not to hear. The four smaller guys even lined up, stepping over the back of Ye Aotian’s hand.

Ye Aotian’s body had barely recovered to fifty percent of its original strength, and with his luck halved, his fighting power plummeted. It took him a long time to finally move the barbell aside.

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Burning with anger, Ye Aotian watched Sixty Thousand’s retreating back. He decided to hold back for now, clear up the misunderstanding, and settle the score later.

He limped over to Sixty Thousand but didn’t dare to pat him again—he feared the guy might dismantle the pull-up bar for him.

"I am the Little Dragon King. Why don’t you come pay your respects?"

Upon hearing this, Sixty Thousand’s two small ponytails perked up adorably.

He tilted his head and asked,

"Young comrade, how can you prove you are the Dragon King?"

"I have a secret code, one I set myself. No one else knows it! Goose, goose, goose, bending necks singing to the sky! How about that?"

Sixty Thousand didn’t seem too surprised.

"But another handsome young guy also knows it."

Ye Aotian was stunned—someone else knew the code?

"Who? Who else knows such a cultured and deep code?"

Just then, Liu Dong stepped out from behind Sixty Thousand, nodding and reciting,

"Yong E, Tang dynasty, Luo Binwang: Goose, goose, goose, bending necks singing to the sky, white feathers floating on green water, red palms stirring clear waves."

Sixty Thousand clapped wildly, and the four smaller guys also applauded expressionlessly, like Milady’s little robots.

"No, young comrade, see? This handsome guy knows even more than you."

Ye Aotian’s head ached. How had the secret code leaked? And the level of culture! Most importantly, this idiot actually called him "handsome guy" and "young comrade"—what did that mean?

"Oh, it’s Brother Aotian! Is your injury better? You look pretty healthy."

"You little bastard! I called Sixty Thousand here to kill you. Once we verify your identity, it’s your death sentence!"

"Oh, our organization members are very polite, right, Sixty Thousand?"

"Yes, indeed."

Sixty Thousand and the four smaller ones nodded vigorously.

"If you all say you’re the Dragon King, then we’ll test you. If you fail, don’t blame me for being ruthless."

"Alright!"

Ye Aotian gnashed his teeth as he looked at Liu Dong.

Liu Dong smiled pleasantly.

Nearby, Su Jinyao tugged Liu Dong’s arm, curiously asking,

"Dad, what’s a Dragon King?"

"It’s a nickname in our circles."

Sixty Thousand stood between them, the four smaller ones lined up symmetrically—it really did look like the World’s Strongest Martial Arts Tournament.

"First test: intelligence."

Ye Aotian burst out laughing. This idiot was going to take an intelligence test? The organization really needed to raise its entry requirements.

Liu Dong, however, looked serious.

"Young comrade, please be quiet. Here’s a yellow card warning."

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"Damn..."

Watching Sixty Thousand solemnly brandish the yellow card, Ye Aotian forced himself to hold back his anger.

"Listen carefully, the next question is about me."

"Sixty Thousand is called that because the four smaller guys are named Ten Thousand, Twenty Thousand, Thirty Thousand, and Forty Thousand, collectively called Forty Thousand. So, here’s the question: Where is Fifty Thousand?"

The question left everyone dumbfounded.

"Answer quickly!"

What kind of idiotic question was this? Ye Aotian cursed furiously.

"Because Fifty Thousand got lost."

"Wrong."

"Because you have two names: Sixty Thousand and Fifty Thousand. Fifty Thousand is your former name."

"Wrong."

"Because your mother just named you that, no reason."

"Wrong."

"..."

"All wrong."

Ye Aotian tried desperately but couldn’t find the right answer.

"Brother Aotian, are you guessing? Hilarious! Drink some water, or take a break and guess again."

Liu Dong watched as Ye Aotian answered for a long time until his mouth dried up.

"You little bastard, stop with the sarcastic remarks! As if you know."

"Dad, he’s so rude."

Su Jinyao whispered to Liu Dong.

"Indeed."

"Jinyao, it’s not like that. I’m only rude to this little bastard. I’m gentle with everyone else, especially you."

"Young comrade, you are very dishonest. You’re rude to me too."

"Get lost, you fool! Don’t talk to me like that. I’ve put up with you for a long time."

"Brother Aotian, why are you so angry, snapping like a mad dog, biting whoever you catch?"

"Oh, alright, you want to act tough? I’ll let you act tough. Go ahead."

"You said it, don’t say I didn’t give you a chance."

"Hmph."

Ye Aotian curled his lips disdainfully, ready to watch Liu Dong get slapped in the face.