Chapter 545: The Dragon Hunting Corps’ Career Turning Point (3)

Zog waved his claw.

The rule of law was an essential prerequisite for social progress. The old way—having only basic statutes and leaving everything else to the Lord’s whims—was completely unacceptable.

When laws were unclear, their power was arbitrary. If the rules weren’t spelled out, how was anyone supposed to function?

As for how to eliminate the impact of this news coverage, in the end, he knew he’d have to handle it himself.

Right now, the internet was filled with conspiracy theories about the Zog Group.

Theories claimed Zog was actually a member of a mysterious organization that secretly controlled the world, and he was just a puppet placed out in the open.

That Red Middle symbol was the mark of this mysterious organization, and any celebrity who had publicly displayed it had already joined…

Conspiracy theories everywhere followed the same script.

So annoying.

The best solution was to let it cool down. Ignore it. Once the hype died down, people would stop caring. Only a few die-hard conspiracy theorists would remain, and their influence would be negligible.

He could also create some positive content to divert some of the attention and counter the negativity of the conspiracy theories.

To that end, Zog launched a 24-hour Dragon Race Kindergarten livestream, broadcasting the Juvenile Dragons eating, sleeping, playing, and learning to hunt.

There was even a dedicated camera fixed on two eggs, just waiting to see when they would hatch.

A cuteness offensive.

It would also help cover the kindergarten’s costs.

The problem was, he didn’t have a cute enough “mascot” Dragon Object to attract fans yet.

There was something even more positive, too. After taking in this group of Dragons, Zog had immediately written a script for a movie called *Dragon Tamer*. Unfortunately, he didn’t have a large cast of actors who could perform alongside Dragons.

So, the project was shelved.

“Boss,” Elsa said as she entered, “Mier the Green Dragon brought back a juvenile Black Dragon. He’s reportedly a descendant of Black Scale.”

“Black Scale?” Zog thought for a moment. “Oh, I fought some dragon named Black Scale before. I’ll have to go take a look.”

…

「Outside Deepwater City, in the Dragon Race’s gathering area.」

A few hundred meters from the group of Dragons, the members of the Broken Tooth Dragon Hunting Corps lay in wait, clad in camouflage. They observed the situation through a pair of blurry binoculars.

“There’s only one adult Green Dragon on site, plus the target Black Dragon and a Red Dragon that’s even smaller than our target. Captain, it looks like we can take them.”

“Hmm…” The captain mused for a moment. “No, we’re not fighting. Ignore the Green Dragon. Just grab the Black Dragon and run.”

His words completely ignored the even smaller Red Dragon.

“We’re not taking the adult Dragon?”

“Of course not. Finish this quickly. Where are the supplies?”

“Hidden a kilometer away.”

Aside from weapons and food, the Dragon Hunting Corps’s supplies included several “collector” dragons they had captured alive.

“Good. After we capture the target Black Dragon, grab the supplies and use a teleport to retreat.”

“Teleport? Isn’t that too expensive?”

“Our lives are more important. Get ready. Move out!”

At the captain’s command, the squad charged across the several hundred meters at incredible speed.

As they closed the distance, the captain got a bad feeling. ‘Why aren’t the Dragons making a move? Why are they just staring at us?’

Before he could figure it out, they were already within fifty meters.

And then he knew why they hadn’t moved.

A sudden, immense pressure crushed down on him, causing his movements to falter. It far surpassed the pressure from a thousand-year-old Giant Dragon he had once faced.

‘It’s over. It’s all over.’

“What are you all doing here?” the Red Dragon spoke.

‘It’s talking. Does that mean we can negotiate?’

The captain’s mind raced.

“Uh, we heard the Zog Group is gathering Giant Dragons, so our Broken Tooth Dragon Hunt… I mean, Dragon Seeking Corps, brought a batch of Juvenile Dragons, hoping you might accept them.”

“Hoping to be accepted?”

“Hoping to be accepted!” Although it was a terrible lie, and every living being present could see through it, he had no choice but to press on.

“I heard Broken Tooth was a Dragon Hunting Corps, wasn’t it?”

“We’ve changed careers. Now we’re a Dragon Race protection organization. Like the Adventurer Guild, we’re seeking to cooperate.”

“We can talk with the Adventurer Guild. They love Dragons.”

“We can talk, too! We can love Dragons, too!”