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Chapter 322: Filial piety has always been the most important thing for the children of our Chen family!
Odin's expression did not change much as he listened to Herzog's anxious and somewhat desperate words.

He calmly picked up the celadon teacup on the table and took a sip: "There is an old saying, have you ever heard of it?"

"What?" Herzog was slightly stunned.

"The emperor is not in a hurry, but the eunuch is."

Hearing this, Herzog clenched his fists under the table instantly, but there was no change on his wrinkled face.

"We have only one goal, and that is the White King. Everything else is insignificant and irrelevant, and the same is true for the Eight Clans of Sheqi." Odin turned his head and looked at the other man beside him. "Mr. Chen, am I right?"

The man called Mr. Chen by Odin looked to be in his thirties, with handsome features and frameless gold-rimmed glasses, revealing the demeanor of a scholar from the Republic of China period.

"The development of the Eight Snake Families has been a rough one. They have gone through many ups and downs. It has not been easy. If they can be preserved, that's fine." Mr. Chen smiled at Herzog.

Mr. Chen's smile was very warm, like the gentle spring breeze in March, but Herzog felt a sudden chill in his heart.

Although he had no idea where this so-called Mr. Chen came from, he knew that this man was a big shot who could stand on equal footing with Odin.

There were only three people in the room.

The two men sat opposite each other, only Herzog stood like a minion.

In response to Odin's words, Mr. Chen had no intention of flattering him at all, and even raised different opinions from time to time to refute him.

Could it be that this Mr. Chen is also a Dragon King?

Herzog's heart tightened.

"Herzog, you have only one mission now. Find the Yamata no Orochi as soon as possible at all costs. Don't worry about other things. Mr. Chen's men will assist you in secret."

"You go out first."

Odin raised his head, and there was no warmth in his light golden eyes.

"As you command, please take your time chatting, my lords."

Herzog bowed slightly, walked out the door, and closed it gently.

The sound of footsteps of varying weights gradually faded away, and the room suddenly fell into silence.

After a long time, Mr. Chen's voice sounded again.

"This Herzog is an old snake. Aren't you afraid that he will bite you back? You can't stand any betrayal now."

Hearing this, Odin narrowed his eyes slightly and smiled meaningfully: "Rather than worrying about his backlash, I'd rather worry about you suddenly changing your mind and stabbing me. If I really had no other choice, I would never cooperate with you."

"Mr. Chen, you are the oldest and most poisonous snake."

"If it weren't for your betrayal, how could your grandfather Chen Jinghe have died so easily?"

Listening to the sarcasm in Odin's words, Chen Jun's expression remained calm: "Everything in the world is fair. If you want to gain something, you will inevitably lose something. There is gain and loss."

"The relationship between humans and dragons has always been one or the other, with clear distinctions."

"If you want to be a dragon, you can't be a human."

"Chen Jinghe did not die because of me. His death was simply due to his human nature."

"Heh." Odin sneered and waved his hand. "Forget it. I don't want to waste my breath on you, a shameless person. How many people did you bring from the Doomsday Cult this time?"

"Twelve S-class hybrids, eighty-four A-class hybrids." Chen Jun's mouth curled up slightly, and his tone suddenly became a little inexplicable, "And three... disposable hybrids."

"Three?" Odin raised his eyebrows. "Are they all Rhine?"

Chen Jun did not answer, but picked up the celadon teacup on the table. The vapor rising from the cup blurred his expression.

After a long time, Chen Jun put down the teacup with a smile.

"Good tea. It's late. I'll take my leave now."

Before he finished speaking, he walked out of the room without looking back, leaving Odin alone sitting on the mahogany chair.

The sea breeze from Tokyo Bay quietly passed through the window lattice, blowing away the lingering tea fragrance above the tea table. In the distant sky, dark clouds rolled and thunder flashed faintly. A storm was coming.

Odin placed his fingers on his clothes and pressed them on his left chest. Less than a centimeter away from his heart, there was a sword wound that had not yet healed.

After leaving Tokyo, Fusu eventually caught up with him and nearly pierced his heart with his Lulu sword.

However, these are all minor scabies.

Fusu was more seriously injured than him and was no longer able to participate in what happened next.

Odin raised his head and looked out the window, gazing into the distance.

"Mr. Chen, why do you have the aura of the World Tree on you? What did you do? Where did you go?"

……

At the same time, in a Rolls-Royce driving on the road.

Herzog's whole body was stiff and his expression was very ugly.

Just as he blinked an eye, a figure suddenly appeared beside him.

"I hope you can forgive me for coming uninvited, Mr. Herzog." Chen Jun looked at Herzog with a warm smile.

Before Herzog could answer, Chen Jun's voice rang out again.

"You should also know Odin. He is a profit-seeker who is completely result-oriented. As long as he can achieve his goal, he doesn't care about the process at all. This is really inhumane."

"It is the time you spend with your rose that makes your rose precious."

At this point, Chen Jun gently patted Herzog's shoulder, and said with a sigh: "I have heard your story. You spent the most precious twenty years of your life in this tiny country of Japan. It was under your painstaking leadership that the Snake Eight Clan reached its current height."

"How many twenty years can a person have in his life? If the Eight Snake Clan falls apart or is taken over by others, it will be a very sad thing."

"How about we work together?"

Hearing this, Herzog's body trembled violently.

He turned his head stiffly and looked at Chen Jun.

At this time, the mysterious man still had a smile as warm as spring breeze on his face, but Herzog felt like he saw the devil crawling out of hell.

"I will help you become the new White King and help you protect the Eight Clans of Sheqi. What do you think?" Chen Jun smiled softly.

Cold sweat quietly wet Herzog's back.

He was silent for a long time, then spoke slowly.

"What do you need me to do?"

……

The tip of the pen scratched across the paper, making a rustling sound.

Eri, sitting in the passenger seat, was crowning her newly acquired dolls one by one.

"Eri & Zhou Xuan's Pikachu", "Eri & Zhou Xuan's Snorlax", "Eri & Zhou Xuan's Kyubey No. 1", "Eri & Zhou Xuan's Kyubey No. 2", "Eri & Zhou Xuan's Kyubey..."

Zhou Xuan, sitting in the driver's seat, drove slowly while observing Eri's movements out of the corner of his eye.

Since getting on the car, Eri has been writing for half an hour, patiently giving names to each doll and declaring sovereignty.

There was no trace of impatience on her fair face, and the handwriting on the stickers was always neat and beautiful.

"Actually, you don't have to add my name, really, these are all dolls I gave you." Zhou Xuan said this for the third time with a smile.

The first two times, Eri pretended not to hear.

But this time, she suddenly raised her head.

(End of this chapter)