Who says I can't become a Grand Master?

Chapter 121 The Nobles of the Ancient Dragon Clan

Chapter 122 The Nobles of the Ancient Dragon Clan

Just as Zhang Qingzhe was frowning inwardly, Xia Qiwei rolled her eyes and suddenly said, "Hunter's ID? He has it."

"If you have it, please show it to me," the officer insisted.

Xia Qiwei looked at Zhang Qingzhe, her beautiful purple eyes blinking rapidly with a hint of mischief.

"Where are your documents?" she asked deliberately.

"I----"

Zhang Qingzhe met her gaze and instantly caught the message conveyed in her eyes.

The master and apprentice have been spending a lot of time together lately and have gradually developed a tacit understanding.

Zhang Qingzhe almost immediately understood the witch's intention, and at the right moment, he showed a slightly "annoyed" expression on his face, and calmly replied, "Ah—I left in a hurry and forgot it at home."

The officer's brow furrowed even more, clearly indicating his disbelief.

Xia Qiwei gave him a flawless, elegant smile, her tone as relaxed as if discussing the weather: "You see, he has an ID issued by our Witch Sisters Association, he just didn't bring it with him today. How about this, I'll have someone send a copy to your office for filing later. That's all for today, okay?"

The young police officer felt a pang of sympathy upon hearing this.

He had already heard that these "big witches" were all skilled at breaking the law.

But should we give them this "face" or not?

If I give it to them, what if they hold me accountable?

No way, this [Great Witch] in front of me is clearly not someone to mess with.

Just as he was caught in a dilemma and sweat was beading on his forehead, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a familiar figure out of the corner of his eye: Feng Xiuyuan, the security bureau officer in charge of on-site command, was walking by not far away.

The middle-aged police officer, feeling as if he'd been granted a pardon, immediately raised his voice and shouted, "Captain Feng! Captain Feng! You've come at the perfect time! There's a situation here that needs your attention!"

Feng Xiuyuan, who was munching on a pungent "Big White General" and directing the investigation of traces at the scene, turned around upon hearing the sound.

He first noticed a hunter lying on the ground, convulsing, and raised an eyebrow.

Then, his gaze met a pair of smiling, yet subtly unsettling purple eyes that sent a chill down his spine.

"Cough! Cough cough cough!!"

Feng Xiuyuan coughed violently from the smoke and glared at the middle-aged police officer.

You old rascal, you never think of me when there's good news, but you're quick to call out for trouble!

Xia Qiwei's smile deepened, and she greeted him, "Isn't this Senior Feng? Long time no see, do you still remember me?"

Feng Xiuyuan's lips twitched uncontrollably.

Remember?

How could he not remember!

He was a troublemaker in the college back then, causing countless problems for the student council.

He steeled himself and went over, listening briefly to the police officer's report on the situation.

Feng Xiuyuan's gaze swept back and forth between Xia Qiwei, Zhang Qingzhe, and the unconscious hunter on the ground.

Finally, he nodded and decisively said, "Alright, I understand. Let them leave first, and the subsequent procedures will be completed according to the rules."

"What if something goes wrong?"

"I will take responsibility for any problems that arise."

With the captain's words, the middle-aged police officer finally felt completely at ease.

Xia Qiwei smiled at Zhang Qingzhe.

Zhang Qingzhe shrugged helplessly. It seems that having connections really makes things easier!

Zhang Qingzhe followed Xia Qiwei toward the eye-catching red sports car.

As he passed Feng Xiuyuan, the security bureau captain gave him a deep look and sighed in a low voice, "Young man, you're remarkable. You took care of a tough guy that even several veteran hunters couldn't handle."

"I was just lucky and got a good deal," Zhang Qingzhe replied modestly.

Have you ever considered joining the National Security Agency in the future?

Although Feng Xiuyuan had been politely rejected before, he still cherished talent and couldn't help but speak again, "We need a young man like you who has both courage and ability."

This time, before Zhang Qingzhe could answer, Xia Qiwei preemptively grabbed the student's arm, her tone filled with undeniable pride: "Senior Feng, forget it. He has already decided to join our Witch Sisterhood, and his future career path is as a research-oriented card master."

"Research-oriented? What a waste!"

Feng Xiuyuan said regretfully, "His practical combat talent is so outstanding—"

"What's the use of being excellent in actual combat?" Xia Qiwei slightly raised her chin, her words almost cruelly blunt. "Look at you all risking your lives on the front lines; you're nothing more than slightly higher-ranking oxen and horses." My students are destined to reach the [Prime Minister] rank.

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After saying this infuriating remark, Xia Qiwei smiled and left.

The engine roared with a deep, powerful sound, and the red sports car shot off like an arrow, carrying the two of them away from the chaotic park, leaving only a fading echo behind.

Feng Xiuyuan stood there, suddenly realizing that the cigarette had lost its flavor.

The gray-eyed man walked over at some point and stood beside him, silently lighting a cigarette as well.

The two looked in the same direction and shook their heads helplessly.

Then, they all sighed in unison, a mixture of emotion, apprehension, and a touch of sympathy: "Witch—she's really troublesome."

"That kid—he'll have his share of headaches from now on." On the way back—

Zhang Qingzhe remained silent, his gaze fixed on the rapidly receding street scene outside the car window.

The scene in the park kept replaying in his mind, especially the middle-aged man's strange and powerful posture.

How could such an ordinary-looking body unleash such extraordinary power?

He still couldn't understand it.

"If you have any questions, feel free to ask me."

Xia Qiwei gripped the steering wheel and suddenly broke the silence in the car, "Answering questions and resolving doubts is one of the duties of a master."

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Zhang Qingzhe came to his senses.

He recounted the details of his previous encounter, along with his own confusion, to Xia Qiwei.

He finally frowned slightly: "Who exactly is that person? Why can he use magical abilities directly without needing to draw cards? This is completely different from the rules I'm familiar with."

Xia Qiwei listened quietly. The usual relaxed smile on her delicate profile gradually faded, replaced by a rare solemnity.

She paused for a moment, seemingly choosing her words.

"That person was very likely—originally just an unfortunate ordinary person," she said slowly, "but he was infected by the 'Dragon Disaster'."

"Dragon Disaster Infection?" Zhang Qingzhe recalled the infected hunters he had encountered before, "but those infected hunters didn't seem to be this strong—"

"That's because they were infected with only the most common Dragon Plague Curse," Shaki explained, her gaze fixed on the road ahead. "The curses themselves also have different levels."

"Rank? Then today's—"

"Today's curse—" Shakiri took a deep breath, "is probably of noble rank."