In the tent, Yang Yan sat cross-legged on the soft cushion and took the tea handed over by the Minister of Justice, ""The one that attacked the official ship was a black flood Dragon. It should be from the flood Dragon Tribe of the monster race in the North. It's not bad, rank-4. I can't beat it in the water."
He wasn't a talkative person, so he gave a concise and comprehensive statement, compared his strength with the other party, and then fell silent.
Min Xianglong's expression changed.
Hearing the existence of a fourth-grade flood Dragon, the judge of the court of judicial review and the others had strange expressions. Some were stunned, some were afraid, and some were anxious.
"General Ying, do you know anything about that flood Dragon?" Constable Chen asked, frowning.
As he spoke, he squinted his eyes to examine Chu Xianglong.
