Barbarian Girl Tames Mad Dragon

As the end of the century approaches, fear grips the world, and strange phenomena abound. The world is being divided among several powerful forces, with those who understand the art of unity being the strongest. These forces, therefore, can navigate the treacherous world of right and wrong, avoiding being swallowed up by external forces or reduced to nothingness due to weakness.

Among them, a dragon legend originating in China and slowly spreading throughout the world over the past century is the most well-known and untouchable force among the powerful currents dominating the century. The masters of this force are the "Que Long Men," controlled by Asian communities worldwide.

In the various legends, the "Que Long Men," with its power to overturn heaven and earth and summon wind and rain, is indeed familiar to all, a force many organizations desire to maintain friendly relations with, and possessing immeasurable power.

In this world, people and things can be absolutely "black," and naturally, they can also be absolutely "white." Undeniably, there exists a so-called "gray area" in between. In short, the Que Long Men is such an organization, existing between the black and white worlds.

According to indirect sources, the Que Long Men wields immense influence over both the legitimate and criminal worlds, holding a uniquely transcendent position within the underworld, business, and political spheres. It is neither a mainstream criminal organization nor a simple commercial entity; it is rumored that this astonishingly large organization is the hidden "black hand" that remotely controls many financial institutions and chain enterprises in various countries, capable of shaking their economies.

While opinions vary, the Que Long Men is actually divided into nine branches, each led by a different individual. Headed by the Japanese "Dark Dragon," these nine leaders are scattered across the world, each controlling a territory.

Because the Que Long Men is led by nine dragons, they have created countless legends and wielded considerable influence in the underworld, leading to their being known as the "Nine Dragons Society" among Chinese organizations.

Thus, the so-called Nine Dragons Legend arose…

The sun and moon merge, the winds and clouds change,

the jade dream is passed down, the blue and silver alternate;

the Dark Ages have arrived.

The so-called Nine Gates of the Dragon Clan refers to the following nine gates:

the Black Gate led by the Dark Dragon,

the Light Gate

led by the Crimson Dragon, the Magnificent Gate

led by the Moon Dragon, the Wind Gate

led by the Wind Dragon, the Cloud Gate

led by the Cloud Dragon, the Jade Gate

led by the Jade Dragon, the Dream Gate led by the Dream

Dragon, the Azure Gate led by the Azure Dragon,

and the Silver Gate led by the Silver Dragon

. These nine dragons know and cherish each other, supporting one another. They rarely meet, but share an unspoken bond of loyalty and righteousness. While their friendship isn't particularly deep or overtly affectionate, their mutual understanding and care are undeniable.

Perhaps their bond is like the gentlemen's friendship—subtle yet enduring, flowing endlessly.

In a sense, they might not be considered "friends." Rather, they form a network of shared life and death, companions bound by a blood oath, forged in a relationship of mutual dependence and survival.

The Nine Dragons, each with their own unique style, dominate various sectors of the world, manipulating the pulse of different realms with ease. When they appear in public, they don't necessarily present themselves as leaders of the Nine Dragon Gate, resulting in very few outsiders truly recognizing their leadership.

Naturally, the impression the Nine Dragons give to the world is best described as "a dragon whose head is seen but not its tail."

Currently, leading the Nine Dragons on the solid foundation laid by their predecessors, they are using their exceptional intelligence and leadership skills to propel the organization to its peak with astonishing speed, like a raging fire sweeping across a plain, ushering in the new century.

Amidst the chaos of the end of the century, they remain composed, unmoved by the anxieties of the restless masses, viewing their busyness as normal. However, in the coming years, the Nine Dragons, who are usually too busy to gather often, will unexpectedly meet frequently.

Personnel can be determined, but the world is unpredictable; the astrological signs of the coming years will be extraordinary, not only felt by the world but also by the movement of the Nine-Tailed Red Mirror Star, the Dragon Lord's presence. Even the Nine Dragons couldn't escape the cataclysmic changes of the late 20th century; moreover, Tang Aoyu, the retired leader of the Nine Dragons, had grown dissatisfied with the solitary nature of

the organization in recent years. Several years before Tang Aoyu's retirement, the Shadow Organization had been quietly and steadily taking shape. Once Tang Aoyu determined his retirement was time, he devoted all his energy to the Shadow Organization, further consolidating its power and accelerating its growth. Governments worldwide could hardly have imagined that many of their top intelligence personnel in their various secret agencies today came from this organization.

The "Shadows" he trained were distributed to various organizations within the Nine Dragons. Besides being skilled in stealth and agility like Japanese ninjas, serving as invisible bodyguards, the Shadows also specialized in intelligence gathering to aid the development of the Nine Dragons and to exchange intelligence with secret agencies around the world.

In the past two years, the Shadow Organization trained by Tang Aoyu had become capable of operating independently. Therefore, he gradually shifted his attention elsewhere, leading to more frequent interactions among the Nine Dragons.

A sandstorm swirls,

a galloping horse gallops across ten thousand miles,

a dragon tames a barbarian woman , a barbarian

woman rides a mad dragon,

a final whisper from the heavens,

a solitary love sealed by a clever barbarian.
Riyadh, Arabia – The market square

, which should have been bustling, was unusually deserted under the bright sun.

The crowds had dispersed a quarter of an hour earlier.

It wasn't hard to tell from the scattered goods and the numerous dead and wounded that a significant conflict had just taken place in the square. Basically, anyone capable of movement had already crawled away, so there were no living people left.

A tall man, kicking aside the corpses lying across his feet, followed by several others into the square, his sharp, eagle-like eyes scanning the surroundings, as if assessing which side had a higher chance of survival after the battle.

The leader, in both height and imposing presence, was strikingly prominent.

Even with his face veiled by a long white scarf, the imposing man in Arabic attire, standing out from the crowd, only revealed a pair of untamed black eyes, yet his intimidating aura was still irresistible.

From his large, unmasked hands and the skin around his eyes, it wasn't hard to imagine he had a healthy bronze complexion. Bathed in the dazzling sunlight and golden light, he resembled a king reigning supreme. "

Hmph, too dazzling! Makes one feel inferior, utterly repulsive!"

A deep brown eye, lurking in a corner, stared intently at him, shifting its body nimbly while also scanning the newly arrived figure in the square, its eyes filled with disdain and contempt.

"Who?" The leading man suddenly turned to his right rear, his gaze like an arrow aimed directly at the target.

Almost the instant the man spoke, the men who had been scanning the area swiftly moved, forming an impenetrable protective net around him. They immediately went into alert mode, their movements astonishingly fast.

"Damn it, how could I have kicked a piece of trash!" A-Di Man froze on the spot, inwardly cursing.

With a single glance from the burly leading man, his subordinates rushed towards the source of the sound. In no time, A-Di-Man, who was hiding in the corner, was dragged out and brought before the burly man in the lead.

"Let me go!" Even though it was futile, A-Di-Man continued to struggle.

The close proximity made A-Di-Man feel the oppressive aura emanating from the burly man even more.

A-Di-Man never imagined that the imposing man before her was none other than Feng Long, the legendary leader of the "Feng Clan," a powerful force in both the legitimate and criminal worlds, whom no one dared to provoke.

Glancing at the somewhat uneasy little girl in the oversized white long-sleeved blouse, only his eyes visible, Feng Long seemed to be deep in thought.

"Whose side are you on?" he finally asked, his tone cold.

"I don't understand your language..." A-Di-Man replied in Arabic, her voice tense but stubborn.

Discretion is the better part of valor; even the most foolish person wouldn't show contempt at this moment.

"Kid, don't play dumb with me!" Feng Long frowned, his attitude growing impatient.

"You big bastard, who are you calling a kid!" Hearing his words, A-Di-Man couldn't help but yell, almost wanting to jump up and kick him. If she hadn't been restrained, she really would have.

Perhaps it was her inferiority complex, but she hated being treated like a brat.

Compared to his massive frame, she was a bit small, but she wasn't a brat.

Feng Long sized up this brat, who was at least forty or fifty centimeters shorter than him, and bluntly said, "Besides you, there are no other brats standing in front of me, isn't that obvious?"

Feng Long's tone was sarcastic, implying the question was pointless. The people surrounding and suppressing A-Di-Man were all tall and strong; none of them fit the term "brat."

That dirty little face looked like it belonged to a teenager—what else could it be but a brat?

Truly, a newborn calf unafraid of a tiger. This brat, under someone else's control and with her life hanging in the balance, still dared to be so hot-tempered; he felt a slight admiration for her. He always liked people with backbone.

A-Di-Man met Feng Long's arrogant gaze, her teeth itching with anger, but she couldn't find the words to refute him.

The man who had been standing beside Feng Long the whole time suddenly leaned over and whispered something in his ear. Vaguely, the man glanced at her. Adiman seemed to see the smile in his eyes. Only then did she notice that the man, also with a long veil covering his face, had clear, mysterious black eyes, and his skin, unlike the others, was a healthy bronze. Unlike the eye-catching Fenglong, he was the kind of person who couldn't be ignored.

Apart from the two of them, the others were dressed like ordinary Arab men, not with veils covering their faces. It was easy to see that these two were different from the others.

After looking around, Adiman finally realized that although the others had dark skin, they were all of East Asian descent.

Fenglong gave a signal, and the man holding Adiman immediately released her. He thought Yu was right; this dirty little brat was probably a homeless child, unrelated to either of them. Even if they tortured the brat, they wouldn't be able to find the whereabouts of the register.

Even with her hands free, Adiman remained wary of them, not daring to let her guard down.

Clearly, with so many people surrounding her, her chances of escaping were slim.

An oriental man with beautiful eyes walked up to her with a smile. He lifted his white sleeve and wiped her face. A-Di-Man was caught off guard by this sudden turn of events, frozen in shock.

Not only was she at a loss for words, but the others exchanging bewildered glances were also slightly surprised.

"What are you doing?" Feng Long couldn't help but ask.

"So cute!" Tang Ao-Yu, oblivious to the stain on his white sleeve and ignoring the leader of the Feng Clan, chuckled to himself. He even reached out to pinch her cheeks, seemingly enjoying the game more and more.

Ah, if it were Jin, she would definitely like this little girl.

Feeling deeply humiliated after regaining her senses, A-Di-Man grabbed his hand and bit down hard.

Everyone's expression changed, including Feng Long's. If the man who had been bitten hadn't acted nonchalantly, raising his other hand to signal them not to act rashly, they would have already skinned A-Di-Man alive.

Seeing that he remained unmoved, A-Di-Man slowly released her grip on his arm.

She raised her eyes. He was actually looking at her with a smile.

Turning her head, A'di Man shrank back; the others' faces were filled with uncontrollable murderous intent. This person's identity and importance were self-evident.

"You should leave!"

A'di Man doubted her ears, wondering if there was something wrong with him. She had bitten him so hard, yet he was going to let her go? Even though the others seemed to want to bite her.

"If you don't leave, once I turn around, no one will be able to save you." Touching his arm where she had bitten him, he reminded her with a friendly smile.

After hesitating for a few seconds, A'di Man took off running, rushing away from the group of menacing-looking people without looking back.

Feng Long stared at the departing figure, seemingly wanting to say something but holding back.

"Arabia is really not a place for humans to live, it's so hot." Slowly removing the long veil covering his face, Tang Aoyu's handsome, youthful face with a faint smile was revealed.

A few drops of sweat glistened on his cheeks.

"Go find Aji, go find Ashu! Nobody told you to come find me! Endure this damn heat!" In a foul mood, Fenglong was somewhat angry and turned to deal with the unresolved issues.

What an infuriating personality! The wounds from the assassination attempt had only just healed, and this old man still didn't cherish himself. Yu's trip to Arabia this time was definitely not well-intentioned; thinking of this, Fenglong's mood worsened.

This kid has such a temper; it wasn't him who was bitten. Shrugging, Tang Aoyu still smiled. Watching them deal with the corpses in the square, she didn't say anything more.

Speaking of which… how could she not come? Tang Aoyu's gaze turned to the direction where Adiman had disappeared.

If she didn't come, she wouldn't have discovered that interesting little thing.

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