Novel & Cerita Gangster Dragon Ball Z

Zenon held his broken arm and shouted at his men. The gangsters regained their composure and charged at Kaze. Before they could get close to Kaze, Snow and the driver intervened. They easily defeated the gangsters in less than a minute. The driver was also an expert. “Piss off!” Kaze stared at Zenon and shouted. Zenon shuddered and quickly led his men away. “Just you wait, you little shit! My boss is Scarface! You and that two old fucks are dead!” Zenon’s voice could still be heard outside the front yard.

The moment they stepped out of the room, a knowing smirk formed on Stan's face as he took in her hair and dress beneath the coat which belonged to Vincent. “It seems I just disrupted a sweet moment between you two. My apologies,” he chuckled and Minerva blushed scarlet and crimson. Vincent threw his friend and right-hand man a death look but a smile slipped through his cold facade. “What is happening?” He asked. “The dragon earlier just made an appearance.” Stan said with fear in his eyes. “WHAT!” Both Vincent and Minerva yelled in chorus. Stan scratched his head in hesitation. “And he came with friends.”

Jewel nodded and guarded beside the giant scaled dragon. The giant scaled dragon was incredibly furious when he saw the men charged at it. "You devious humans, all of you deserve to die." It had planned to acknowledge Darryl as his master to retain his life. It never imagined that Zhang Jue would locate it so soon. It could not control itself anymore when it felt the pressure from Zhang Jue.

Technically, they weren’t friend or foe, they were just angry merchants. I learned at that moment to be very careful how you answer a dragon. With three snaps of his teeth, the merchants were gone, devoured by my dragon. “You ATE them?” I asked, mortified and disgusted. “I’m a dragon,” he said, unperturbed as he returned to the large animal he was stripping of meat. He pulled a piece of meat and dropped it in front of me. “Eat.” I stared at the strip of raw meat that was half my size.

My dragon growled, deep enough to shake the ground. A young dragon, thirteen hands high, stood outside my cave. He was just in his cloth, no weapons or shields in his possession. Not a single scar on his body; his dragon was not old in the slightest. Adam must have sent him because no other dragon would dare come here to deliver a message. Not to the monster.

Master Hong's jaw almost dropped to the ground. "What's going on?" "What the hell is going on?" Why were the Ten Great Martial Saints that he had invited at a sky-high price like mice seeing a cat? It was too unbelievable. Slap! At that moment, a certificate dropped from Yang Xiao's pocket. Everyone saw the full picture of this certificate. This certificate was completely black and embroidered with a golden dragon. Underneath the golden dragon was a line of words. Peerless Dragon Gate's Dragon Mark! Bang! When Master Hong saw this, he felt as if his head had been blasted by a cannonball.

- Garry yells into the air. And to everyone's surprise, the dragon responds. - My name is Zog. And the eight dragons, led by Boris, fly until they are no longer seen on the horizon.

BOOOOOMMMMM The little dragon and Da Hongli managed to dodge the attack, but the blood giant’s punch had created a massive crater, instantly causing the little dragon and Da Hongli’s expressions to change. The giant’s fist not only created a massive crater beneath it but also caused a massive tremor in the world they were in. The little dragon transformed into a single-headed dragon and quickly engaged the blood giant in battle.

The dark flames erupted instantly upon contact, rushing through the creature's external scales and incinerating its internal organs in a fraction of a second. The colossal beast didn't even have time to shriek; its entire body halted mid-air, rigid and smoking, before exploding into a cloud of fine ash and glowing embers that drifted lazily into the dark water. ​I lowered my fist, watching the last sparks fade into the gloom. The power coursing through my veins was real, absolute, and completely overwhelming. ​Deep within my consciousness, a low, approving hum vibrated from the Dragon Emperor. ​Not bad, boy,Ignis noted, his tone carrying a rare hint of satisfaction.

The voice came from a bodyguard in a black suit. He stood out from the others in the group. He was nearly two meters tall with a build as massive as a giant gorilla. Although his dark sunglasses obscured half of his face, I could still visualize his incredibly ferocious appearance. He was bald, with a terrifying dragon tattooed across his scalp. It seemed he was the leader of the pack. I scanned the group of men standing there. Every one of them was heavily tattooed and appeared equally violent. They were clearly gangsters, yet the fact that such dangerous individuals called Benjamin "young master" proved that his status was by no means ordinary.