Dragon Raja: Starting with Deadpool, Evolving Through Devouring

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Regardless, the arrival of the three caused a minor commotion on the beach.

The arrival of so many beautiful young women naturally attracted the attention of many people, including a group of people playing beach volleyball enthusiastically not far away.

Happiness belongs to others, but troubles are your own.

With his arm in a cast and wrapped in bandages, Clyde Martin could only sit sullenly in the corner, watching his friends play happily.

Whenever he hears other people laughing, he feels a dull ache in the broken part of his arm.

To this day, Clyde Martin still harbors resentment about what happened before.

Having come from this seaside town, they were naturally good swimmers. Even after Cao Han threw them off the ferry, they managed to swim ashore and were immediately taken to a local hospital for treatment.

There's not much to say about a broken arm; after surgery, a plate is inserted, a cast is applied, and recovery is complete.

What really annoyed Clyde Martin was the attitude of his friends.

"Those two damned yellow-skinned monkeys must be in town. Let's gather everyone and go get revenge!"

Clyde Martin had expected his underlings to stand by him against a common enemy, but he was greatly disappointed.

"Clyde, how about we call it quits?"

"Yeah, yeah~ Anyway, we didn't lose anything."

"That guy must know Chinese kung fu, otherwise how could he lift us up with one hand?"

"..."

In an instant, his underlings started talking all at once, trying to persuade Clyde Martin to give up on revenge.

To put it bluntly, this group of people is exactly as Cao Han saw them to be—bullies who bully the weak and fear the strong.

Previously, the passengers had all chosen to avoid trouble, but this time, having run into Cao Han, they immediately recognized the reality.

In addition, influenced by their optimistic genes, the group of people ran excitedly to the beach to join their friends and play shortly after leaving the hospital.

If Cao Han were to look this way right now, he would definitely recognize several familiar faces.

Clyde Martin didn't notice at first either; he just happened to look in this direction when he heard the commotion.

It was this glance that led them to discover Cao Han standing outside the crowd.

What made him slightly regretful was that there was only one person; the other yellow-skinned man was nowhere to be found. However, it was enough that he had found Cao Han, whom he hated so much.

"asshole!"

The thought of his underlings cowering at the mention of revenge infuriated Clyde Martin, who cursed inwardly that he knew he couldn't rely on them anymore.

Unwilling to give up, he pondered for a long time, and just then, a long-forgotten memory came back to him.

The Martin family's status as the undisputed tyrants of this town wasn't solely due to their wealth and power; they also possessed unseen, underhanded methods.

Two years ago, he personally drove his father to a place in town and handed a whole box of money to someone.

Then, the Martin family’s biggest rival in town was found dead in his home the following day.

Clyde Martin simply didn't believe there was no connection between them.

"You damned bastard, you just wait!"

Seeing Cao Han basking in his success while he himself had lost an arm, an unnamed rage surged within him, overwhelming his remaining reason.

Without his underlings noticing, Clyde Martin's figure quietly disappeared on the beach.

Instead of rushing to the place he remembered, he went home, pried open his father's safe, and stuffed all the cash inside into his pocket.

From the outside, it looks like a dilapidated church. Apart from the priest, the town's residents only come here on specific holidays.

Clyde Martin's arrival broke the silence of the church, and he also immediately spotted the priest who seemed to be praying.

"Young man, have you come to pray to the Lord?"

“No!” Clyde Martin shook his head resolutely. “I want you to help me kill someone!”

For some reason, the priest, who had been kind and gentle just a moment ago, suddenly seemed like a completely different person in his eyes.

Like a demon abandoning its angelic disguise, revealing a hideous and terrifying smile.

Chapter 130: Three years minimum, death penalty maximum

"God said, love is tolerance and faith, hope and patience, and an unending force."

"God said that the lost sheep need to be redeemed."

“God said, …”

Paul seemed to have changed his demeanor ever since Clyde Martin entered the church and broke the silence; the fanaticism on his face became increasingly uncontrollable.

Clyde Martin wasn't a believer, so he couldn't understand what the other person was babbling about, but he still instinctively had a bad feeling.

If there were a pill to undo regrets, he said he'd show off a bottle right then and there.

Blinded by rage, Clyde Martin couldn't help but feel a little scared, fearing that this somewhat neurotic guy might go berserk and kill him first.

Religious believers are often the most frightening.

These people have unwavering beliefs and will not easily give up once they have decided on something; they may even be willing to give their lives for it.

"Come, believer of God, tell me who you wish to purify?"

Portofino is such a small harbor town that its residents only have everyday matters to discuss.

Ever since the Martin family became the dominant force in town, this situation has persisted to this day, and the abandoned church where Paul lives has remained silent ever since.

No one knows Paul’s exact origins, but they know that the earliest residents of this harbor town had already seen him.

In fact, Paul had already arrived on the island before Portofino, and continued to this day for some unknown reason.

As for being an assassin, it was just a personal hobby of his.

Everyone has different hobbies. Some people like playing games, some like traveling. He's just a little bit different; he likes killing people.

Clyde Martin opened his phone's photo album and clicked on the photo of Cao Han that he had taken from a distance when he left the beach.

Mobile phones in 04 didn't have the high-definition pixels that were common in phones from thousands of years ago.

The photo, taken from a great distance, looks almost like a blurry pixelated picture when zoomed in, but fortunately some simple personal features can still be identified.

For example, yellow skin, black hair, wearing glasses, etc...

With the additional descriptions and location information provided by Clyde Martin, Paul already had a general image of the target in his mind.

So, the last and most important point is, "Based on your description, the target you need to purify doesn't seem to be an ordinary person, and this price..."

Clyde Martin instantly understood what the other person meant and deftly picked up the leather suitcase placed at his feet.

With two clicks, it opened, revealing bundles of "Franklin" neatly arranged inside.

Experienced people know that a bundle of Franklin is worth exactly ten thousand US dollars. Paul glanced at it and roughly estimated that there were at least three hundred thousand dollars in it.

"If 300,000 kills a hybrid..." He was weighing the pros and cons in his mind.

It's normal that Clyde Martin, being from this world, wouldn't understand, but Paul immediately concluded from the description that the target was a hybrid.

The only uncertainty is the other party's bloodline level.

The classification of bloodline levels for hybrid dragon races varies from region to region.

The bloodline rating system from "G to S" is the rating system of the Kassel College, also known as the Secret Society, and is currently the most mainstream bloodline rating system for dragons in the hybrid world.

However, some remote areas may have their own unique classifications.

For example, back when Paul was active in the mixed-race world, ancient Greek alphabet symbols were used to classify mixed-race bloodlines.

There are five classes in total, ranging from the strongest Alpha class to the weakest Epsilon class.

As for those below that, they are all people with such low bloodline concentration that even awakening depends on whether God will grant them a chance. They are not even worth the cost-effective level.

Even the weakest Epsilon-class requires a hybrid to have successfully awakened their bloodline to qualify.

If possible, Paul is reluctant to provoke those with too high a bloodline level, because those kinds of people have gradually transcended the realm of humanity and are more like "little dragons," not easy to kill.

However, even a hero can be brought down by a penny!

Hybrids are no exception to the category of flesh-and-blood creatures; they also need to eat and drink.

Over the years, Paul has almost spent all his savings at this church. If he doesn't earn any more money, he probably won't even need Clyde Martin to come to him; he'll have to go out of the church and find work on his own.

Clyde Martin was just easily angered and impulsive, which didn't mean he was stupid. Naturally, he could see the hesitation in the other person's expression.

The thought of his own disheveled state with a missing arm and the other person's carefree and despicable appearance on the beach made him lose control. He gritted his teeth and took a watch off his unharmed arm. "This is a birthday present my father bought for me the year before last."

A Patek Philippe watch is worth at least $10.

After saying that, he angrily placed the watch on top of the suitcase; that was all he could take out.

If even this fails to persuade the other party, Clyde Martin has no other choice but to return to where he came from.

Paul looked at the gleaming watch, and the scales that had been somewhat wavering in his mind suddenly tipped completely in one direction.

It can solve the problem of insufficient savings and also satisfy one's little hobbies. Why not?

Snapped--

The sound of the suitcase being closed rang out.

Seeing Paul casually lift the suitcase, Clyde Martin's face lit up with joy, knowing that the other party must have agreed.

However, he hesitated for a second. He knew that it wasn't three thousand or thirty thousand, but a full three hundred thousand, plus the watch, which was worth four hundred thousand US dollars. That was no small sum.

What if the other party is a scammer... or what if they failed to complete the task...?

"You've already taken the money, so how can you guarantee that you'll complete the mission?"

“God says, without faith it is impossible to please him.” Paul made the sign of the cross in front of Clyde Martin. “You must believe in God’s believers!”

Spilled water can't be taken back, and at this point, Clyde Martin has no better option than to choose to believe.

"The target is likely still on the beach. Father, if you go there now, you might still make it in time."

"Let's go then."

Paul could see the car parked outside the church from afar. Who would want to walk when there's a free ride available?

He was a very principled believer.