Chapter 665
The Almighty Dragon General
Thousands of the Black Dragon army knelt outside Cansington Hotel. At the very front was Henry. In
his hands was a military uniform. The Blithe King stood by the side holding a red document. âAll hail the
Dragon General!â Their voices rang in unison. This attracted the attention of passersâby. Even the
police in charge of maintaining public order were dumbfounded. What was going on? The crowd with
banners had only just left. Now, even the Black Dragon army and the Blithe King were here.
Could it be that the Black Dragon was really in the hotel?
In the hotel...
Tommy hurriedly ran toward the Callahans while yelling, âGrandpa... Thea, something is going on
outside!â
Lex chided, âHow outrageous! Where are your manners?â
âNo, grandpa. Somethingâs going on. The Black Dragon army and the Blithe King are yelling All hail the
Dragon Generalâ outside.â
Upon hearing this, everyone froze. The Dragon General?
âIs the Black Dragon in the hotel?â
The crowd scanned their surroundings but found no trace of the Black Dragon.
Thea looked around too but could not find him. She frowned and muttered, âWhatâs going on?â
âLetâs have a look outside.â
Lex got up and headed toward the door.
Thea and the rest of the Callahans followed close behind.
The guests also followed them out.
Only James remained rooted to the spot. He scratched his nose and murmured silently,â Whatâs going
on?â
Puzzled, he walked out of the hotel.
Outside the hotelâ¦
The Black Dragon army was still kneeling.
Henry was at the very front with the Black Dragon robe in his hands.
The Callahans exited the hotel. Upon seeing this, they froze.
Thea walked over to the Black Dragon army and sighed, âWhat are you doing? The Black Dragon really
isnât here. Besides, Iâm not in a relationship with him whatsoever. Why are you guys here?â
âAll hail the Black Dragon!â âAll hail the Black Dragon!â âAll hail the Black Dragon!â The hundredâstrong
Black Dragon army that was brought to Cansington by James cried out in unison.
âIs he really in the hotel?â Gladys scanned her surroundings. As she had seen him on TV before, she
knew what he looked like. After all, his appearance was broadcasted live when he helped Thea obtain
the title of Asclepius. However, after looking around, she found no traces of him. Everyone was
puzzled. The Black Dragon could not be found.
Upon noticing the Blithe King, Henry, and the thousandâstrong Black Dragon army, James frowned
slightly. Then, he made his over through the crowd.
âWhat are you doing?â He had accidentally pushed Tommy. Tommy rebuked him, âCanât you see that
theyâre welcoming the Dragon General? Whatâs a piece of trash like you doing here?â Gladys joined in,
âWhatâs wrong with you, James? Are you tired of living? If you cross any of the big shots here, youâll be
dead.â James made his way to the front. Looking at Henry, Ronald, and the others kneeling on the
ground, he sighed, âWhat are you guys doing?â Henry stood up and approached James, âCommanderâ
inâchief, the higherâups have agreed to restore you to your position. Hereâs your Black Dragon robe.
We need you in the Southern Plains.â
Only then did Thea notice Henry. She was acquainted with him. She knew he was the owner of
Common Clinic.
She was there for a few days, after all, Seeing the oneâstar badge on Henryâs military uniform and the
way he spoke to James was like a bolt from the blue. Her mind blank, she remained rooted to the spot.
The Callahans were dumbfounded. âCommanderâinâchief?â
âIâIs the general addressing James as the commanderâinâchief?â Everyone was dumbfounded.
âHâHow can that be?â
âJames has been the Black Dragon all this while?â The Blithe King walked over to James and handed
him a red document. âThe higherâups have agreed to restore your position as the commanderâinâchief
of the Black Dragon army. The Southern Plains need you.â
James knew he had to go. After all, there was nothing left for him to do in Cansington. He took the
document and the military uniform and returned to the hotel. He went to a rest area and got changed.
Everyone was at a loss.