In the Greenworth Commonwealth Palace, Yang Fei was chatting with Helen.

Yang Fei peeled a sweet, juicy crystal grape and gently placed it into Helen's mouth with great care.

Helen's belly was growing more prominent, and her face radiated a holy maternal glow.

This was already the third day since Dan Dan went missing.

The Dragon Island Night Army had crushed the Great White Bear Mercenaries and defeated other armed forces, now reigning over Baltic Sea Triangle Beach.

The Dragon Island Night Army, a powerful armed force, had, through this battle, fully unveiled its sharp edge to the world.

Alang's stationed troops took this opportunity to completely control the situation.

All armed forces, except for the Dragon Island Night Army and the Flying Gold Mercenaries, were expelled from the territory.

It can be said that the chaos-ridden Alang had finally stabilized its situation.

This was all thanks to the Dragon Island Night Army, as with Alang's weak military strength alone, it could not maintain stability.

What worried Yang Fei was still the whereabouts of Dan Dan.

For some reason, Yang Fei had an inexplicable fondness for this bold little brat.

At that moment, Yang Fei's phone suddenly rang, and upon answering, it was Mad Blade calling.

"Little Bird Yang, have you seen the latest The Times?"

"It's reported that in multiple countries' capital airports, peculiar symbols appeared, a series of circle marks resembling eggs, and they glow at night."

"Circle eggs?"

Yang Fei was startled, inexplicably reminded of Dan Dan. Such a supernatural event was not something just anyone could accomplish.

After saying a couple more lines, Mad Blade hung up the phone.

Yang Fei hurriedly searched for the latest The Times.

Helen cast a teasing glance at him, and ordered the attendant to fetch the latest The Times to the palace.

In The Times, Yang Fei indeed saw the news Mad Blade was referring to.

From the photos, he immediately recognized the technique, which was exactly Dan Dan's style of drawing dragon talismans.

Yang Fei was overjoyed. He knew Dan Dan was a clever little rogue, but he didn't expect this little fellow to be so intelligent.

The Dragon Talisman was Dan Dan's innate divine ability; this unique technique couldn't be replicated by anyone else in the world.

Yang Fei noted that the last appearance of these peculiar symbols was at Aiji Mikaelo Airport, which meant Dan Dan had reached Aiji?

Yang Fei pondered for a moment, then stood up, bid a hasty farewell to Helen, and notified Mad Blade to gather for a meeting with twelve people.

Dan Dan's background was mysterious, and the dragon talisman he wielded was even more formidable.

Yang Fei didn't want Dan Dan to become a tool for the Wu Clan to use against him.

The most important thing was, Yang Fei discovered he had an indescribable fondness for Dan Dan, a sense of kinship that felt like blood ties.

Driven by this emotion, Yang Fei had to rescue Dan Dan.

Who knew how the Wu Clan intended to deal with him? Would they take his life?

The Dragon Island Night Army firmly entered Alang, intimidating other armed forces.

The Alang situation had settled, and the next step was Yalan Architecture entering the Greenworth Commonwealth to undertake outsourced infrastructure projects.

Regarding the precious Mithril Ore, to avoid attracting more attention from other powers, Yang Fei decided not to mine it for the time being, letting these resources rest at the sea's bottom.

Meanwhile, Mi Xuan and Professor Mi had been intensively researching the composition and magical power of the Mithril Ore.

Once there were findings, they would then explore the Mithril Ore on a large scale.

Right now, the most urgent matter was finding Dan Dan and rescuing this naughty yet adorable little guy.

Two days later, Yang Fei traveled alone to the Capital Airport of Aiji.

The battle between the Changfeng Squad and the Demigod Squad left several members severely injured, requiring rest and recovery.

Additionally, the changes in the Greenfield Commonwealth made Yang Fei uneasy, so he had Changfeng Squad station at the Greenfur Palace to protect Helen.

As for finding Dan Dan, it was a technical endeavor that required time. Yang Fei could handle it alone.

Upon getting off the plane at Mikaelo Airport, Yang Fei found the symbol Dan Dan left on the wall in the waiting hall.

The symbol had already faded, resembling a faint watermark.

Yet the aura emanating from the circle carried a subtle sense of majesty, an aura both naive and dignified that Yang Fei had felt before on Dan Dan.

Yang Fei gazed at that faint mark for a long time, then hurriedly left.

Not long after Yang Fei left, a black man resting on a chair in the hall picked up his phone, sent a text message, and then quietly followed Yang Fei.

Mikalo City, the capital of Aiji, was steeped in the air of ancient culture from this four-thousand-year-old civilization.

Majestic temples, streets adorned with magnificent murals, and crowds in prayer.

Yet within this ancient city was a vibrant air of modern civilization's prosperity.

Luxurious cars rushed by, interwoven subways crisscrossed, high-rises emerged skyward, with domed buildings standing in close sequence.

Yang Fei strolled aimlessly through the streets, his attire indistinguishable from that of a regular tourist.

He carried a denim backpack, wore sunglasses, donned iron-gray jeans, and added a long white trench coat.

The white Versace shirt under the trench coat highlighted Yang Fei's slender, robust physique beautifully.

Not far away, the black man pretended to shop while he tailed Yang Fei, occasionally making phone calls.

"Reporting, the guy has stopped at the square; he's feeding pigeons!"

"At the entrance to the Parthenon Temple, he's asking a white lady for directions, chatting for about ten minutes."

"He's heading to the Arena."

...

The black man cautiously tailed Yang Fei while quietly reporting his whereabouts, sticking close but never losing track of Yang Fei.

In eastern Aiji, there's a garden villa area shaded by lush trees; in front of it, was a shimmering swimming pool.

Aiji is near the desert, belonging to the subtropical desert climate, one of the more water-scarce countries.

A private swimming pool like this is incredibly expensive, owned only by super-rich individuals or influential officials.

At this moment, an indigenous man with a long beard was resting on a lounger, bathrobe draped over, in front of him was a speakerphone.

In the phone, the black man spoke English with an accent, continuously reporting Yang Fei's movements.

The indigenous man, about forty, had sunken eyes, gray-brown pupils, a high bridge nose, and a scorpion tattoo on his left cheek.

The indigenous man lazily reclined on the chair, listening to the black man's reports, not forgetting to instruct him.

"Don't get too close. If he notices you, not even the gods can save you."

The black man couldn't help but ask, "Scorpion King, this guy looks just like any other tourist, why are you so wary?"

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