Powerful Dragon Alpha Chapter 15: Repair

Chapter 15: Repair

Translated by Addis of Exiled Rebels Scanlations

Editor: Mimosa

Admiral Yu did not seem to follow his thoughts for a moment.

Ming Huan, sharp-tongued yet somewhat aggrieved, saw Yu Hanzhou’s silence and, burning with anger, clenched his small fist tightly, “I am, I am just too mature!”

I’m mature enough to endure your cold arrangements and heavy school work every day.

I’m mature enough to not dare to complain at all during the cub stage.

He was like a wild horse off the leash, and his belly full of whines didn’t hold back, “You’re thinking you’re better at handling relationships than me?! Laugh out loud, do you see any omega that can like you, is there one?! Not at all!” Ming Huan gruffly continued, “Which omega wouldn’t suffocate living with you?! I am really good to omegas and you want to teach me how to get along with them? Look at how long you have been single!”

Ming Huan folded his thumbs and sent his palms to Yu Hanzhou.

“Four hundred years, four hundred years!” Ming Huan slapped the sofa cushion hard, as if testifying to his definite conclusion, “You want to teach me? What? You want me to be like you and play bachelor for the rest of my life?! Impossible! I am sure to get married, I will marry a beautiful husband, I will give birth to a lovely child. Yu Hanzhou, even when my children get married, you may not even find an omega!”

This sentence was one that Ming Huan wanted to say for a long time.

In theory, an alpha as powerful as Yu Hanzhou should be able to get married and have children easily. However, he had been single for more than four hundred years.

‘It was him who had a problem!’

‘You still fucking say that I have problems and want to educate me?’

‘Go fuck yourself!’

“I didn’t get married because no one is more than 10% compatible with my pheromones.”

Ming Huan rattled on, not planning to wait for an explanation from the other side. He did not expect his mentality to be stable. Ming Huan was so angry that his brain hurt, but he could still hear a bit of laughter in that tone.

He turned his head and saw that Yu Hanzhou was really smiling.

The angular thin jaw was clearly shaded, and the face was a bit strange after the face trimming. His hand was on the glasses to remove them, and it immediately restored his original appearance.

Yu Hanzhou’s eyebrows were straight, his nose was high, and his back was broad. From a distance, he looked like he had a cold aura of indifference when not smiling, but that cold hard feeling melted a lot with a little smile on his lips.

When Ming Huan was a cub, he was so scared that he was almost obedient to him.

Since the growth period, he repeatedly contradicted Yu Hanzhou, but did not expect –

In fact, Yu Hanzhou would not be as furious as he imagined, and wouldn’t even retaliate by smacking him severely.

He wasn’t even angry.

“Then since you match less than 10% with others, you will not be able to fall in love freely either!” Ming Huan muttered, “Even if I don’t have a pre-match, I can find a husband. What about you?”

Yu Hanzhou asked again, “Why do you have to find a husband?”

“Nonsense. You live your whole life, you don’t find a husband, you are interesting alone!” Ming Huan stared at Yu Hanzhou like a monster, “A husband is good, young omega, fragrant and soft like a kitten, every day you can come home to see…. Anyway, I must marry a husband in the future.”

Yu Hanzhou faintly asked, “Then why don’t you just get a cat?”

‘Oooh.’

Ming Huan’s scalp tingled.

‘How could there be such a person?’

“I mean like a cat, it’s not like I’m actually keeping him as a pet. If I marry a young omega, it must be because I love him, I like him, I want to make a family with him-“

Ming Huan never seemed to say that much to him.

In Yu Hanzhou’s impression, Ming Huan was a tiger cub who liked to hide his words, put away his sharp claws, and pretend to be a good boy.

–At least when he was a cub, he was like that.

However, after the growth period, his temper became much more agitated probably because he was sick. His personality also… became a little more lovely.

“So do you love Xie Shuci?” Yu Hanzhou felt that such a small young dragon talking to him about marriage and love was unexpectedly a little cute.

Ming Huan seemed to choke a little.

He seemed a little confused too.

“Love…. Right. He- Just, um, I think he’s nice.”

“What about Shu Yun?”

“He’s nice too.”

“Oh, so it’s all love?”

Ming Huan choked again.

The young dragon’s anger had almost been reduced, but he seemed to fall into a little self-doubt.

This was the growth period of the young dragon.

Yu Hanzhou undid two cufflinks, took off his jacket, and loosened the collar of his shirt by one. Ming Huan saw Yu Hanzhou pouring two glasses of wine before he handed one to him.

Ming Huan was like a cautious little animal, sniffing first and holding the glass.

He waited for Yu Hanzhou to take a sip before he followed.

The wine was sweet, and not high in strength. It was quite delicious.

“It’s not anything else, it’s just that before differentiation, you react to omega pheromones. You like to drink, you don’t have to find omegas. It’s okay to find alphas, or, it’s okay to find me. During the limited period [of custody], you can come to me with any problems or requests you have. It is my duty and responsibility to solve these problems for you. Of course. While accepting my care within the time limit, you must also fulfill my demands.” Yu Hanzhou saw a little bit of red floating on Ming Huan’s face after drinking the wine, and he gave him another small half cup.

‘He understood. The plastic “father-son” love. It was adoption on the surface, but in reality, I am a humble worker.’ I receive a salary to work. Now I can buy all the wine. Ming Huan took a sip.

‘It’s okay, it’s okay to differentiate. After all, I have to go to the agrarian planet in my old age.’

So what if the richest family in the empire has a mine, who cares who holds the medical lifeline of the light of medicine, and who cares what kind of soft food he craves. He needed to go to the agricultural planet to raise cattle and sheep, that was the most comfortable.

“Okay, I get it. Closed training is right.” Ming Huan licked his lips, “I’ll go the day after tomorrow, I’ll learn to pilot the Pierce, and I’ll complete the mission.”

“Hmm.”

Ming Huan pressed his mouth, “So….” The quilt was passed forward a little. “Can I have another half-glass of wine or not?”

“You’re not well lately, you need to drink less.”

‘Okay, okay. Drink less.’ Ming Huan slightly pursed his lips,and his round and full lips were flattened. He raised one eyebrow and nodded slightly before he put down his glass. His face showed that he was slightly drunk, but his eyes were sober – Ming Huan was a good drinker, and it didn’t matter how much he drank of this small sweet wine.

‘This son of a bitch is not happy.’

His lips were moistened and a crimson color by the smell of alcohol, and he was in a bad mood so he pulled a face.

“The rest of the wine will be used to make beef for you.”

Yu Hanzhou reached out and wiped away a drop of wine that stained his chin, “You need to eat more meat now, eat meat to grow taller.”

‘Don’t complain.’

Ming Huan took a deep breath.

‘You are a SSS-Level white feathered dragon, the protagonist of this world. It does not matter, as long as you can survive till differentiation, as long as you can save enough money, the biggest deal is to go to the agrarian planet for retirement!’

‘By the way, the 10 million star coin deal!’

Ming Huan thought of the business, and his  heart immediately drummed up energy.

He had just returned to the admiral residence and changed clothes before he closed the door to the room. The room door was directly turned on to the highest level of the anti-disturbance mode.

Yu Hanzhou didn’t bother him for the first time.

Ming Huan opened the terminal and entered the black market trading forum once again. He saw the new address sent by the anonymous account – it was a virtual location. It should be a one-to-one copy linkage projection of the war machine to that virtual address.

This time, he saw the warplane very clearly.

The warplane was worn out, but emitted the brilliance of star coins.

He entered the cockpit and carefully surveyed the operating sticks and buttons before he circled around to check the degree of wear on the outside.

[Can it be repaired?]

[Can. But there are a few rare minerals, and energy stones that your side must provide.]

Ming Huan put together a detailed list of materials needed and sent it over.

It was not that he was stingy, but the price of these materials together was far more than 10 million star coins.

The reply was quick.

[Okay. The materials will be delivered tomorrow, and I will make a linked virtual device to place both the warplane and the materials in a third party for repair work. To protect the privacy of both parties, I will place the materials at this address. You will go and complete the repairs as soon as possible.]

[But I have to set a time limit for you.]

[It must be repaired within ten days.]

Ming Huan calculated the time.

[I’ll fix it tomorrow, because I’ll have something to do the day after tomorrow.]

He had to attend ten days of closed military training to be able to pilot the Pierce in order to complete some “secret mission” that Yu Hanzhou had assigned on short notice.

Ming Huan sorted out his negative emotions and copied the fighter model to the reserve space once again, before he projected it in the room to carefully study the details.

Unexpectedly, only three hours had passed when a message came through once again.

[Okay, the materials are ready.]

[Now you can connect the one-to-one projection for direct repair, the projection cost has been paid on my side, and the length is arbitrary.]

‘You can do it.’

‘I like this sort of generous rich woman, who takes care of all the expenses directly.’

Ming Huan dared to do this kind of one-to-one portrait projection in the mansion, which was a bit brave of him. The most secure place in the entire Federation besides the military headquarters should be Admiral Yu’s residence, where the anti-tracking device was the best shield.

Even if it was projected one-to-one, no one could trace his source.

No one could decipher his real coordinates.

Ming Huan entered with confidence.

Unexpectedly, he came to a dark room. After snapping on the lights, the whole room lit up, with light coming in from almost every angle.

Ming Huan used the face that came with the system, but the body shape and especially the fingers were exact replicas of him – this was to facilitate the repair without any deviation in touch.

He could not see that outside this small third-party space, a pair of eyes silently data cut in and were sizing him up in the shadows behind.

The teenage-looking figure was walking back and forth in the room, and he was dressed unexpectedly casually with baggy pants, a soft sweater, and slippers on his feet.

It looked like home clothes.

So, he was actually at home now.

“Try tracking first.”

“Already tried, completely unable to track the positioning. The other side’s defense level is very high, if you increase the tracking effort, it will be detected by the other side’s defense mechanism.”

The teenager held the repair instrument in his hand as he squatted under the wing and reached his head inside sideways, carefully repairing the worn places.

The face was the one that came with the projection equipment, but because of the teenager’s thin body, the popular face looked even more beautiful. His eyes went down a little, and he saw a section rolled up under the trouser leg, revealing a slim ankle.

It was him.

“Stop tracking.”

“Behind him is the Federation military department. During the last Junior commander exam, the military department paid a lot of attention to him.”

Ming Huan was still concentrating on filling the energy unit at the center of the fighter with energy stones, not noticing that someone was peering into the small room.

Ming Huan squatted on the ground with his waist pressed very low. The slender arc was faintly visible, and he also unknowingly held up a small searchlight to pay full attention to the repair. The action was very cautious.

He had a feeling that the wing angle was not right.

Ming Huan’s mood was a little annoyed. The fuselage blinked a little, and the control on the button that was directly downwards was automatically pressed causing the wing to automatically raise some.

He got comfortable, and his neck raised a little before the energy stone in his hand pushed straight in.

“What just happened? Was the console control wing button pressed?” The officer was dismayed.

“Yes.” The man did not seem surprised, stopping the officer behind him from trying to move even more closer, “Do not go closer, he will find out.”

Then the teenager, who was about interrupted by the reality of what was going on, froze his body before he disappeared into the small room with a ‘whoosh’ of the projection.

“Did he find anything?!”

“I don’t think so.”

After a while, the teenager’s projection reappeared, but this time, he wiped his hands down his body as if he had just eaten something.

His cheeks puffed out as if he had stuffed himself. The auto-matched face looked round like a small hamster, and the teenager under the projection kept chewing with his mouth closed before he took the searchlight and dug in again.

He then clapped his hands and withdrew again.

He stuffed a mouthful of food before continuing to project over again. He proceeded to repair the hunter chasing type fighter that was difficult for countless warplane repairers in the Empire.

“What’s he-“

“Eating something.”

‘It seemed like it.’

‘Good boy.’

‘Eating and repairing at the same time.’

After looking at that stammering movement and little arms and legs, the officer behind him seemed a little worried, “Lord Consul, he looks like he’s just a little kid…. He will not be able to repair our warplane, right?”

After all, it was an anonymous warplane repairer found in the Black Domain forum on Star Net. Although he was famous on the Internet, who knew what level he actually was?

There was only one warplane, worth more than 300 million star coins. It would be a shame to destroy it like this.

What’s more, that kid seemed to be from the Federation.

“Not sure.”

The young Imperial Consul stared straight at the movements of Ming Huan’s hands, seemingly making a relevant judgment as well, “He should be able to though.”