Long Que's voice wasn't loud, but above the firmament, a terrifying dragon's roar resounded, and a behemoth crimson dragon could be seen coiled atop the clouds, overlooking the city.
In fact, by the time Long Que arrived at the abandoned factory district, members of the Russell Family were also driving on the road, but at this moment, they felt the intense heat and the stern gaze from above, instantly reviving the memories of the tragic event from eight years prior.
"Zhúzhòu's Dragon!"
Arthur took a deep breath, his pupils reflecting the surging flames.
There was a time when he wasn't the Family Head of the Russell Family.
Because back then the Russell Family had a brother known as a genius, someone whose strength and leadership far surpassed him; he wasn't even in the line of succession to be the Family Head.
