The public opinion in Gonzalez City was quickly suppressed.
Many witnesses were dispersed.
The headquarters of the Martial Arts Association dispatched an elite task force, rushing to the resort for support.
A helicopter slowly landed at the entrance of the resort.
When the cabin door opened, a man in sunglasses and a trench coat stepped out.
Behind him, three people followed.
"Lone Wolf, what do you think of this matter?" the hunched old man asked softly, following the man in the trench coat.
They are the Special Action Squad, the elite of the Martial Arts Association.
If Fahad Abernathy hadn’t personally called for help, plus the director’s daughter Mily Smith being here, the Special Action Squad wouldn’t have shown up.
How could such precious power be mobilized for a trivial matter?
"Abernathy is old; he’s not fit to continue field missions." The trench coat man called Lone Wolf said with a sullen face and discontent: "When we get back, I’ll propose to the council to transfer him to office work."
After saying this, the hunched old man behind him did not speak further.
Office work offers much less than field work, getting nothing and with tedious tasks.
Apparently, Abernathy alard Lone Wolf, which made this eccentric expert very displeased.
Within the Martial Arts Association, Lone Wolf is very influential, and his proposal, coupled with Abernathy’s mishap, basically guarantees the outco.
Old Abernathy’s glorious days are over.
"Just a broken temple, and he couldn’t even handle it! Damn, what does the Martial Arts Association keep these useless people for?" Lone Wolf grumbled, unable to resist coughing.
His temper is notoriously volatile within the Martial Arts Association.
People working with him are cautious, fearing to provoke this living devil.
"The temple incident, the headquarters is very concerned. Based on our existing information, the history of these temples can be traced back beyond recorded human history. For a small place like Gonzalez City to have an unexpected occurrence makes the people at headquarters..."
"Headquarters is full of fools too!" Lone Wolf interrupted the hunched old man, his tone extrely agitated. "Useless, all of them useless! What’s there to study about a broken temple? Damn it! They all ought to die! Soday, I’ll kill those fools!"
"Boss, your ntal state seems a bit off." The Skinny Monkey man leaned over, grinning: "Why don’t you take a leave, rest for awhile?"
"Shut your mouth! Or I’ll tear you all to pieces!" Lone Wolf suddenly turned around, facing the three behind him. "Anyone who talks bad about behind my back, I’ll kill them! And tornt them, got it?"
"Got it! Got it!" Skinny Monkey made a reassuring gesture, grinning: "Don’t worry, you’re our leader, we gotta rely on you for a living."
"Good to know!" Lone Wolf painfully clutched his chest, but quickly returned to normal.
The other three exchanged glances, shrugging helplessly.
The original Lone Wolf wasn’t like this.
It’s unknown when it started, but Lone Wolf’s temper beca extrely irritable!
He beats people over trivial matters!
But concurrently with his surging temper, his strength also began to increase!
At this age for a Martial Artist, leaps in abilities should be impossible.
However, within six months, Lone Wolf elevated his ranking from fifty-seven to the top ten in the Martial Arts Association!
Moreover, there’s potential for further advancent.
Because of this, Lone Wolf’s volatile temperant is sothing everyone tolerates.
Bam!
Lone Wolf kicked open the resort’s door, glanced at the locator in his hand, and quickly headed inside.
Soon, he reached Abernathy’s location.
"Just this freakish thing?" Lone Wolf approached the human skin controlled by the golden energy, frowning deeply. "Abernathy, why hasn’t a useless piece of trash like you died already!"
"Lone Wolf, watch your words. This guy is impossible to kill, and I found a secret; it can greatly reduce casualties for headquarters to deal with him in the future." Abernathy said with a sullen face, didn’t expect headquarters to send this monster.
"You’ve got it sorted! Why trouble us?" Lone Wolf suddenly turned, pointing at Abernathy: "Do you think we have nothing better to do?"
"You..." Abernathy painfully clutched his severed arm, sighed. "This isn’t my doing; soone else did it. Seems like... Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance’s people."
There’s no point in hiding this, since Mily Smith wouldn’t cover for him with lies.
Moreover, discovering the secret that gold can restrain these corpses is also considered a significant rit.
"Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance? That’s worth nothing! Soday I’ll flatten Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance!"
Lone Wolf’s mouth twitched continuously. "Take the thing, we’re leaving! Useless, truly useless!"
Abernathy, injured and sowhat acquainted with Lone Wolf, could only swallow this resentnt.
The hunched old man took out a bag and stuffed the human skin inside, while arranging Skinny Monkey to stay guard.
"Monkey, stay here for a few days, it’s a business trip on company expense. Wait till we get back, we’ll inform you." The hunched old man said, making Skinny Monkey very happy.
"Okay, I’ll keep watch here; have soone co over soon." Skinny Monkey laughed, making a gesture of mutual understanding.
Soon, the small team cleaned up the corpse and boarded the helicopter.
Abernathy sat on the seat, pondering the day’s events.
anwhile, Mily Smith was so scared, sitting there sobbing uncontrollably.
"Stop crying! So annoying! It’s really annoying! Keep crying, and I’ll throw you out!" Lone Wolf scread hysterically.
He took off his sunglasses, revealing a living creature moving inside his eye.
Rubbing his eyes, Lone Wolf quickly put the sunglasses back on, afraid of being discovered.
The helicopter took off, heading towards the eastern base transit airport of the Martial Arts Association.
"Headquarters, this is Lone Wolf. The matter here is settled, no issues. Additionally, Abernathy’s abilities are no longer suitable for missions, let him sweep the floors at headquarters." Lone Wolf said, coldly turning off the communicator.
Martial Artists in the field must keep their communicators always on, so headquarters can know the situation anyti.
But Lone Wolf dislikes being disturbed, always turning off his communicator during missions.
"Pilot, speed up! Damn it, at this rate, you’re slower than a rocket!" Lone Wolf angrily pointed at the pilot. "Do you believe I’ll kill you?"
The pilot said nothing, already accustod to such intimidation.
Soon.
The helicopter fell into silence.
Everyone played on their phones, ready to pass this dull ti.
But suddenly.
The corpse bag moved slightly.
Old Eight’s fingers slowly tore open the bag, standing up right in place.
The hunched old man closest to him didn’t notice at all, imrsed in his ga with headphones on.
Suddenly.
Soone tapped him on the shoulder.
"Monkey, I’m playing a ga, don’t bother ." The hunched old man shrugged his shoulder.
His hand suddenly froze!
It was at that instant of coldness, his in-ga character died.
The words read, ’You have been killed’.
Monkey was in Gonzalez City!
Then behind himself...
The old man swiftly turned!
Crunch!
His head was crushed into a pit.
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