Chapter 26: Chapter Twenty-Six: Men Die for Wealth

One hundred million U.S. dollars! The moment Ye Nan spoke, the workers’ eyes went wide; in the silent room, he even heard the sound of swallowing saliva, and the workers who had been facing off against the Velociraptor turned their heads to look over.

“Watch the Velociraptor! Do you want to die?” The foreman spun around and bellowed, scolding every worker who had turned away.

This was a moment of life or death. Though the Velociraptor had not yet attacked, he would never believe it would let them go—beasts were beasts, driven by instinct.

After scolding the workers back into position, the foreman stared at Ye Nan, his face filled with hesitation. One hundred million U.S. dollars—what did that even mean? In 1995 America, that sum could buy a super-luxurious villa and secure a lifetime of effortless comfort.

In a world where wages averaged only about a thousand dollars a month, this was an irresistible temptation. Even these men, risking their lives to build here, earned only three thousand dollars a month—and had to endure terrible food.

If they helped Ye Nan and the others kill the Velociraptor, one hundred million U.S. dollars would be theirs for the taking; their entire later lives could be spent indulging freely. In America, money made you a king, and these native Americans, raised here since childhood, knew it better than anyone. As for whether Ye Nan actually had that much money, he wasn’t worried—anyone who could associate with Hammond, a billionaire, and even receive casual flattery from him, surely wouldn’t lack funds.

But the Velociraptor—the foreman hesitated at the thought. The Velociraptor’s memory was too vivid; it was the kind of creature that killed on contact and maimed on collision. Killing it was nearly impossible. Yet the lure of one hundred million U.S. dollars was too great to abandon.

“If only we could get the one hundred million U.S. dollars without killing the Velociraptor,” the foreman thought, his face betraying greed. He realized he had no need to fight the Velociraptor at all—after all, the other side was just an eleven-year-old child. He could simply kidnap him.

Still, he knew that in America, the power of billionaires was immense; kidnapping one and living freely in the U.S. was impossible. But he wasn’t worried—America wasn’t the only country in the world. Mexico or other nations could offer him safe refuge.

“I heard there’s an ancient Eastern country—hiding there would be perfect. He looks like a yellow race—hmm, I wonder how ironic it would be to rob his money and then live in that country.” The foreman chuckled inwardly, forced to admit: the lure of money drove men to desperate acts.

Watching the foreman’s greedy expression, Ye Nan thought grimly: trouble. Greed and cruelty toward the weak had already taken root. Far from attacking the Velociraptor as Ye Nan expected, the foreman now intended to kidnap him for the money.

“Looks like I can’t let you live,” Ye Nan sighed inwardly, looking at the workers as if they were already dead.

Though his mind churned with thoughts, the foreman said nothing aloud. He raised his head, searching for an opening, but when his eyes met Ye Nan’s icy gaze, a chill ran through him. He hurriedly asked, “What’s wrong, Mr. Ye Nan? Is there a problem?”

“Nothing,” Ye Nan said aloud, but beneath the surface, he slammed his palm hard against Little Godzilla. He thought: Kill. Kill the Velociraptor. Kill these men.

Little Godzilla, receiving his master’s command, leapt forward eagerly. The specially designed travel bag tore apart without resistance as the terrifying little monster burst out of Ye Nan’s bag.

Little Godzilla’s body differed from his mother’s—he was tiny, even smaller than when he was born, appearing almost malnourished. The only thing remarkable was the pair of wings rising from his back: thin membranes stretched over a skeletal frame. But upon closer inspection, one would notice layer upon layer of tiny scales covering the wings.

These scales were minuscule, stacked tightly together like a cluster of ants; staring too long made one dizzy.

The moment Little Godzilla emerged, he roared with excitement. After being sealed so long in the travel bag—even he had grown restless. Had his master not kept reassuring him, he would have burst out long ago. Now that he was free, he roared loudly, declaring his presence to the world.

The Velociraptor, poised to pounce on the group of tiny humans, froze the instant it saw Little Godzilla. It watched the little creature warily—this tiny thing, in its eyes, radiated danger through instinct.

Roar! The Velociraptor growled a warning: this was its territory, these humans its prey. It demanded Little Godzilla leave.

Little Godzilla sneered at the Velociraptor, flapping his wings steadily until he hovered in midair. He let out a low growl, declaring the Velociraptor his prey.

Enraged by the provocation, the Velociraptor lowered its head and charged.

“Watch out!” Ye Nan shouted, realizing the Velociraptor was about to repeat its old tactic. He didn’t know how tough Little Godzilla’s body was, or how strong he was. In his eyes, Little Godzilla was small—a mere speck compared to the Velociraptor.

Unhappy with Ye Nan’s underestimation, Little Godzilla halted his intended dodge. He raised his tiny claw and slashed forward. The Velociraptor, just lifting its head to charge, let out a shriek and collapsed. Three massive holes pierced straight through its skull—the famed dinosaur skull, considered the hardest on its body, shattered by Little Godzilla’s claw.

“This….” Ye Nan stared, dumbfounded, unable to believe what he’d just seen. In this battle between a giant and a tiny creature, the tiny one had won.