As soon as Fang Rong came down, he heard a piercing roar from the cliff. It seemed that the dragon had discovered that he had disappeared and was screaming in grief.
That roar was like a summons, and roars responded one after another, echoing down the valley, the reverberations continuous and unexpectedly jarring.
Fang Rong hid in the bushes, secretly thinking that something was wrong. That fire dragon was indeed powerful, the king of dragons. Just like a king commanding his subordinates, it directed the other dragons to fly in the air and look around.
Dragons would occasionally fly over his head and then fly past him.
Fortunately, he is small, so he usually won't be discovered when he hides.
A change occurred in the sky. Perhaps because they hadn't found him, the dragons continued what they hadn't finished before, flying back into the cave one by one and carrying out the bound superhuman.
Thinking about it this way, his treatment was much better; he wasn't even tied up. But there must be fire-type ability users among those ability users. They could be freed by burning with their abilities, so why didn't they do it?
He activated the mech's remote scanner to scan the condition of the superhumans.
These superhumans are acting strangely; they all look listless, as if they've been given drugs.
Thinking about it that way, his treatment was even better; he wasn't even given medication.
Fang Rong watched as the flying dragons threw the superhumans into a hot spring, with someone nearby holding clothes and shoes.
Those men were all dark-skinned and muscular, and compared to the flamboyant males, they were ugly to a certain degree. Could these men be females?
How could a female be so ugly?
No wonder these dragons want to kidnap people with superpowers. People with superpowers take care of themselves from the inside out, and most of them have smooth and delicate skin, like Fang Rong.
He used to be a rough and tough guy, but now that some toxins have been expelled from his body, he is much fairer than before, and his skin is as smooth and pleasant to the touch as a peeled egg. Fang Hua loves it so much.
He was also lucky to have two wood-type ability users, Fang Hua and Li Wenyang, by his side who would occasionally help him improve his health and skin.
However, for him, an ordinary person doesn't need good skin; he's satisfied as long as he's not too ugly.
Fang Rong followed them to the hot spring. The hot spring was conveniently located in a valley, with warm water and steam rising from it.
He counted them carefully and found there were actually thirty or forty people. It seemed they were planning something big this time. The military region would be heartbroken to have kidnapped so many people, as they had trained them for a long time.
Among the females stood several people who looked like royalty; perhaps they had been there for a long time and were willing to serve them.
The superhumans huddled together and began to whisper among themselves; the forty-odd people were talking in a low, buzzing voice.
Fang Rong overheard something, something about "What should we do next?"
Some people said, "We'll just have to adapt to the situation and wait for the military region to come and rescue us."
"I think we should save ourselves." The speaker was a handsome young man in his twenties whom Fang Rong had never seen before, but he seemed very opinionated, so Fang Rong couldn't help but pay attention to him.
How to save yourself?
"Before I came here, my instructor assigned me a secret mission: to delay the time and coordinate with the military region from the inside." The handsome young man said seriously, "I am Ouyang Jun from the North District. The instructor also said that each of the four military regions has a contact person."
“That’s right.” Another person stepped forward. “I’m Zhang Zaifei from the East District.”
"Liu Yue from the West District." The three of them were all young men with their own strengths, and they were able to remain calm in this situation.
"What about the South District?"
Of the four cardinal directions, only the southern area is missing.
The hot spring was quiet; everyone looked at each other in silence, and no one from the south area stepped forward.
"Wait, is it me from the South District?" Fang Rong asked, completely bewildered.
Considering that there were also those dark-skinned females standing not far away, although they did not react to their conversation, there were still Imperial people among them. These people could understand Imperial language. Although they had prepared the language of the military region before they came, it was just a change in name only. Occasionally, a few words were still the same, and they could be overheard.
Fang Rong didn't step forward, but she paired up with them via Bluetooth and sent a message to one of them.
In the absence of signal at close range, Bluetooth pairing can transmit information. The military's optical computers are specially configured to pair unilaterally, facilitating everyone's movement.
The person's personal terminal did not activate the sound, so they did not immediately detect the information; it took them quite a while to notice it.
"Here comes from the South District." The person was a young man from the South District. Although they weren't roommates, he had seen him a few times and recognized him by his Bluetooth profile picture.
He waved his personal terminal at the others to show them.
Fang Rong sent him the message, "I'm nearby."
He didn't specify the location to avoid being discovered; sometimes, teammates can be really incompetent.
Today must be his unfortunate day; he actually has that legendary "pig teammate," looking around in disbelief.
Although the females couldn't understand what was being said, even those who had been soldiers in the military region only had a vague understanding.
After all, the military region re-compiles its language every six months, and sometimes even the military personnel themselves can't remember it, relying entirely on computer translation.
Even so, the words were still the same, so those people could tell something from them. Coupled with their looking around, Fang Rong was betrayed in no time.
One of the females whistled, and immediately a dragon coiled down.
Fang Rong cursed under his breath and crept away. He had only taken two steps when the grass on the ground was suddenly blown about by the wind, and a dark shadow loomed over him, blocking his way.
So fast?
Fang Rong didn't have time to think it through and fired a shot, which was shattered by a fireball from the bird.
The dragon underwent a transformation; its bones twisted and deformed, eventually turning into the shape of a human.
A red dot on her forehead, perfectly placed patterns under her eyes, and dazzling patterns on her neck and chest, like a butterfly spreading its wings, beautiful and unique.
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