Dragon Ball: I became the strongest warrior after practicing half of my skills

Chapter 184

At this time, three days have passed since Vegeta and Nappa arrived on Earth.

In a remote village surrounded by mountains and little known to people on the distant Earth, time seems to flow more slowly.

The afterglow of the setting sun falls on the simple wooden house, covering the land with a golden coat.

Just before the tranquility was about to be broken, an old man with a slightly hunched figure slowly walked into a seemingly ordinary house in the village. He was Dr. Keqin and the assistant of Dr. Willow, a former mad scientist.

Dr. Keqin's hair was sparse and his head was shiny, but his eyes were still sharp, revealing his endless desire and persistence for the unknown world.

He wore a slightly old white coat, a brown shirt inside, and a red tie on his chest that was particularly eye-catching, as if it was the last persistence of his past glorious years in his heart.

"Knock, knock, knock..." Dr. Keqin knocked on the door lightly, feeling both expectant and nervous. He knew that this transaction would be a key step in his resurrection of his best friend Dr. Willow.

The door slowly opened, and a cold breath came over him. The room was dim, and only a tall figure in a black robe could be vaguely seen.

The black-robed man seemed to be integrated into the darkness, and only a pair of eyes flashing with cold light revealed his presence.

"Have all the warriors I want been made?" Dr. Keqin's voice was accompanied by a subtle tremor. He stared at the black-robed man closely, fearing that he would miss any details.

The black-robed man was silent for a moment, and his hoarse voice echoed in the room: "It's made, don't worry, the reward you gave is not low, I won't delay!"

After that, he stretched out a hand from the darkness, spread his palm, and twenty capsules with a metallic luster lay there quietly, each of which contained unknown power.

Dr. Keqin took the capsule, and a touch of excitement flashed in his eyes. He knew very well that the capsules contained cyborg warriors made by Dr. Gro with cutting-edge technology, and they would become an important tool for him to realize his resurrection plan.

"Thank you, Dr. Gro!" Dr. Keqin said sincerely, his voice full of gratitude.

The black-robed man smiled gently, then slowly took off his black robe, revealing an equally old but wise face. He was the last genius scientist of the Red Ribbon Army - Dr. Gro.

"Dr. Keqin, you're polite. We are just cooperating for mutual benefit." Dr. Gro's tone was flat, but his eyes revealed his satisfaction and expectation for the deal.

After Dr. Gro left, Dr. Keqin sat alone in the dim room, stroking the capsules in his hands, with complex emotions surging in his heart.

His thoughts drifted back to many years ago, when he fought side by side with Dr. Willow, exploring the mysteries of science together and dreaming of changing the future of the world. However, a sudden disaster took Dr. Willow's life and plunged him into deep self-blame and despair.

"Willow, wait a moment, give me some time, I will revive you soon!" Dr. Keqin muttered to himself, with a determined light in his eyes.

Then Dr. Keqin took out 7 capsules and threw them on the ground. 7 strange-looking creatures with dark blue shapes appeared in front of Dr. Keqin. According to Dr. Keqin's instructions, they began to look for the items Dr. Keqin wanted.

At this time, in Xidu, the sun shone through the sparse clouds and sprinkled on this city where technology and magic coexisted, covering the city with a layer of warm golden gauze. Zhou Zilong was enjoying a rare leisure time at this moment. He knew that no matter how powerful he was, the warmth of his family was his most solid backing.

Zhou Zilong held the hands of Bulma and Lanqi, two beautiful wives with different personalities. One was the embodiment of wisdom and courage, and the other was emotional like the wind, sometimes gentle like water, and sometimes passionate like fire.

Beside them were two lively and lovely sons who inherited the excellent genes of their parents-Zhou Yuyan and Zhou Yulan.

The family of four laughed and enjoyed parent-child time in the amusement park in Xidu. The carousel, Ferris wheel, pirate ship... every project left their happy footprints.

Later, the group moved to the large shopping mall in Xidu. As a technology genius, Bulma was always curious about the latest high-tech products, while Lanqi had a special liking for fashionable clothes.

Zhou Yuyan and Zhou Yulan were like two happy birds, shuttling among the crowd, sometimes chasing and playing, and sometimes stopping to watch the exhibits that were both novel and interesting to them.

As the sun set, when the family returned to the villa full of warmth with a full load, an unexpected figure appeared at their door - Wu Long, the partner who was always a bit funny and unreliable.

Wu Long"Long, why are you here?" Zhou Zilong said, with a bit of surprise and smile on his face.

"Um...um, Zilong, can you lend me the Dragon Ball Radar?" Wu Long scratched his head, with a hint of embarrassment and expectation in his eyes.

Zhou Zilong knew that Wu Long's wishes were often ridiculous, but he also understood that everyone had their own little dreams and pursuits.

"You guy, are you going to make a bad wish with the Dragon Ball again?" Zhou Zilong deliberately teased, but his eyes were full of smiles and pampering.

He knew that although Wu Long was naughty, he was kind-hearted, but sometimes his ideas were too strange.

"What are you talking about? I'm just short of money recently, and I want to ask Shenlong for some money to spend!" Wu Long defended, with a bit of helplessness and self-mockery in his voice.

"Didn't I invest in a restaurant for you? I heard that the business is not bad, how can you be short of money? "Zhou Zilong was a little puzzled. He remembered that he had invested in a restaurant for Wu Long to run in order to help him get rid of poverty.

"Oh, don't mention it. Although the restaurant made some money, I spent money lavishly and liked to make some small inventions. As a result, all the money was invested, and now I am in debt!" Wu Long deliberately sighed, as if he was also quite troubled by his "financial situation".

Just then, Zhou Yulan ran out of the room with an exquisite Dragon Ball radar in his hand. It was prepared by Zhou Zilong just in case: "Uncle Wu Long, come, take it and use it!" The innocence and kindness of the little guy warmed Wu Long's heart.

"Thank you, Yulan, Zilong, if you are worried, you can let Yulan go with me tomorrow!" Wu Long looked at Zhou Zilong, his eyes flashing with sincerity and gratitude.

Zhou Zilong looked at his son's trusting eyes, and a warm current surged in his heart: "Okay, Yulan, you can go with your uncle Wu Long! "

The next day, Wu Long drove a small but advanced aircraft and took Zhou Yulan to move in one direction.