Volume 1, Chapter 65: Borrowing Strength to Strike Back

The next second, a massive black bear came charging furiously, rampaging like a small mountain and knocking down countless thick trees along the way that would take two people to span arm-in-arm.
The falling trees sent a violent tremor through the ground.
Before Zilan's voice even faded, a colossal creature plummeted from the sky, smashing into the ground not far away and leaving a deep crater.
After staring at it for a few seconds without figuring out anything profound, and considering how precious their time was, they stopped wasting attention on Xu Ruogu and simply let him lick away to his heart's content.
With the matter resolved, Liu Mang still refused to get down from the conference table. Instead, he paced back and forth across it like a lion patrolling its territory, casting a cold gaze at the dozen or so foreign shareholders seated around the table.
Xu Hao actually knew what Swallows were. They were elite powerhouses trained by the former Soviet Union who used weapons to conquer cities and territories, nearly on par with those counterparts from the American empire. Of course, after the Cold War ended, this group was practically on the verge of unemployment and had mostly degenerated into scam artists.
Upon hearing Xia Chen's words, Ding San felt a sudden wave of realization. No wonder! Was he truly that legendary figure from the mysterious forces?
Perhaps, as she said, the Mega Society had fostered Mr. Byron, but it was also possible that this Umbrella was the financial backer of the Mega Society. Although it remained unclear who the mastermind behind the scenes was, vigilance had to be maintained against both organizations.
In truth, this could also be considered one of Luo Chen's contingency plans. After all, the enemy's lineup was not yet entirely clear, and should any unforeseen changes occur, these fellows here would undoubtedly serve as an exceptionally powerful auxiliary force.
With the addition of the Matchmaker God, there were as many as five Saint Realm entities on this planet—something simply unimaginable, making it even stronger than the former Three Realms.
"What is the Imperial Lecture?" Sun Fengzhao felt an ominous tremor in his heart and asked with the ignorance born of a lack of familiarity with worldly affairs.
"Which of the two of you is actually telling the truth?" Gu Chuanxia clearly could not accept this, and his tone turned fierce.
With matters weighing on my mind, my spirit felt somewhat dazed. When Baoyuan noticed and asked about it, I simply claimed that I had played too much in the morning and felt a bit fatigued, wishing to rest in the inner chamber.
Ma Hanshan believed he had successfully established yet another vital connection, completely unaware that Li Dangchen was thinking the exact same thing.
While Shen Nian was observing him, Sheng Wang was also looking at her. She was wearing a silk pajama set of the exact same style as his, except instead of black, hers was white.
She had seen plenty of spells utilizing earth elements for defense, but she had seemingly never witnessed such a seemingly simple earth-type technique capable of defending against her own magical attacks.
For some reason, however, once she calmed down, she suddenly felt that the Grand General Yingtian in the imagery bore a faint resemblance to Zhao Cheng in reality.
"I'm sorry, we're late!" Su Mubai and the bearded man pushed open the office door, looked straight ahead as they placed the chest containing the clothes on the floor, and spoke in low, heavy tones.
At this moment, Ye Bai clearly wore an expression of intense anger, and his fury instantly made the atmosphere in the room tense.
The sound of police sirens echoed from not far away, startling and soul-stirring, instantly freezing the fiery fighting spirit of both factions and leaving their faces painted with panic. Because the approaching sirens were not just ordinary wails, but deafeningly loud; both experienced and inexperienced hoodlums could easily guess that no fewer than twenty police cars were on their way this time.
"Understood, my King." As soon as Lang Hongxiang's voice fell, the pack of wolf demons shouted without the slightest hesitation. They then proceeded to distribute their tasks among themselves, appearing impeccably organized, as though they would carry out their duties even without Lang Hongxiang's commands.
Jiang Yihao wanted to offer a couple of retorts, but seeing that the soldier was already preparing to board the aircraft, anxiety gripped his heart. No longer caring about anything else, he grabbed his backpack and sprinted desperately toward him.