Section 608 - Bite, Don't Talk

Being unruly often meant having no friends.

Metallic Dragons were almost entirely disconnected from the word "friend"—even among their own kind, it was normal for them not to get along.

Even among the rare exceptions in the Metallic Dragons, the female Yilan still didn't have many Intelligent Species she could confide in.

"..."

The other Metallic Dragon, whose head had been pressed down all this while, shook its head, looked at Sister Yilan, then at Chen Fei, and didn't dare to even let out a fart.

Yilan's prestige among the many young dragons was not just due to her good grades, but also because she was quite capable of fighting. It didn't matter if they complied or not; she would drag them out and beat them up, considering a "brat" worth beating up eight times a day was hardly excessive.

"Haha, Yilan, you're too kind! Oh, I brought you a little gift."

A pure titanium rod, weighing 100 kilograms, appeared in Chen Fei's hand.