Very Interested

After Kang De joined the battle, the efficiency of the fighting increased dramatically.

It wasn't just because Master Kang was decisive and ruthless.

In fact, when the Autobots noticed that its creator was also efficiently cutting and shooting people, it did not feel the glory of fighting alongside its father.

"Shame!"

The Autobots growled in his deep, magnetic voice, filled with rage. "To think you'd be allowed to get involved in this battlefield!"

Its purple eyes turned crimson, and it hurled its Tomahawk, cleaving one knight in two before pinning another to the ground.

The Autobots rolled forward, its hands transforming into iron hooks. The hooks crossed, tearing the unavoidable rider into three pieces. It then transformed again, wielding a gun in its left hand and a cannon in its right, firing in all directions at point-blank range. Another rider was lifted into the air by the thick gun barrel, and large-caliber bullets tore him and his armor to shreds.

It surged forward, transforming into a vehicle, Humvee roaring and galloping toward Kang De's location. After all, there are intelligent people; when the steel giant is unstoppable and possesses boundless power, capturing its master is a wise choice.

"No..."

Kang De's Dou Qi surged, his Tomahawk gleamed with flames, his gun fired enchanted ammunition, and he smashed another knight's head open with a single blow, chopping off the man's lifeless head. "Why do you think I can't fight?"

The people surrounding him showed complicated expressions. They seemed to want to speak, but they had no chance to speak. The Autobots had already rushed over, flipped several times, transformed into human form, punched one of the riders into the ground, then grabbed another, clamped his legs, and pulled hard, blood splattering everywhere.

"You morally corrupt scum!"

The Autobots raised their guns and opened fire. "You've outnumbered us, you've instigated violence! Pay with your blood!"

"..."

Kang De shouted, "Hey, leave two alive!"

The Autobots carried out the order perfectly, and the two riders were beaten unconscious.

Only two remained.

Some time later, Kan Fantian and his group of green-skinned soldiers arrived at the battlefield.

The Red Hammer Tribe's military leader was furious because the moment he saw the battlefield, he realized one thing—damn it, the shit's gone cold again.

But he quickly put his frustration behind him.

Wielding its greatsword and pounding its chest, the orc roared to the sky.

"Waaaaagh!"

Orc culture is barren, or rather, it differs from the mainstream racial cultures of this world. Their language and culture are very limited. The word "waaaaagh" is very common and is used to describe anything exciting, powerful, awesome, or cool. It often appears as a superlative exclamation.

Just like now, just like the traces of this battlefield.

This is the scene.

The green-skinned man witnessed all of this.

My thoughts and concerns revolve around only one thing.

This "waaaagh" is dedicated to the incredibly powerful and awesome Big Mek.

All the green-skinned animals were howling and ecstatic.

The air was thick with an intensely pungent smell. The ground was littered with marks of all sizes, crisscrossing and scattered: charred, scorched, torn human bodies, shattered remains—smashed, chopped, and blown apart—a bizarre array of deaths. The brutal and gruesome scene was as if a gigantic, tusked boar had ravaged the land. Even the green-skinned men, with all their might, could not fathom what kind of mighty, Big Mek could have created such a scene... They even felt a pang of regret.

"Why didn't you come sooner! I'm unhappy! I'm unhappy!"

The green-skinned men were all pounding their chests in frustration.

In fact, while traveling, they had seen the continuous flames and the rising mushroom clouds, and could even feel the earth shaking. But when they saw this scene before them, all their doubts vanished, and the greens automatically accepted the fact.

The little shrimp wasn't lying.

Big Mek is up to something here!

But where is the Big Mek? Where did the Big Mek go?

The green-skinned animals ran around, gazing into the distance, but it was dark and windy; how could they see anything clearly?

After Kan Fantian chest in frustration, Kan Fantian remembered the little shrimp who had alerted him earlier, and roared to the sky, "Little shrimp! Where is the little shrimp! Where has our Big Mek gone!"

Not far away, Leona and the old butler were observing the battlefield using night vision accessories.

"It's... unbelievable."

The old steward murmured, "Without the help of the orcs, they defeated this elite force entirely on their own... It's unbelievable..."

"Not defeat, but annihilate."

Leona said calmly, "The scouts sent out in all directions found no survivors. In other words, whether they were powerful spellcasters and Dou Qi warriors or ordinary soldiers, everyone involved in the encirclement and pursuit was wiped out. The method was exactly the same as in Glittering Sand Town."

"It seems this is no coincidence. Our Cathay friends don't have a habit of taking prisoners. Is it to cover up their secrets? Or to intimidate the enemy...?"

"After all, ruthlessly killing everyone who opposes him, and eliminating all potential enemies, would indeed deter many potential adversaries if he maintained this style of operation..."

Her eyes flickered as she analyzed in a low voice.

He looks very serious.

Because she didn't swear.

The old butler didn't speak, but his expression was very serious.

Clearly, he is reassessing and repositioning Kang De.

His opponent's ruthless style and formidable fighting ability had indeed left a deep impression on him.

Just then, Leona turned to look at the old butler.

Do you regret not reaching out to him first?

The old butler gave a silent, bitter smile.

Regret... I do feel a little bit.

If they had known beforehand that the other side had the ability to easily wipe out this pursuing team, then proactively warning them and providing intelligence would have been a sure-fire way to make a profit, with no risk of leaks and the added benefit of befriending a powerful figure.

But there are no "what ifs" in life.

The old butler said, "Given the circumstances and intelligence analysis at the time, remaining neutral was the best option, because the Vidal Family no longer needed to take risks."

"I know, I know."

Leona smiled. "But now, we have new intelligence, old butler. I'm going to increase my bet on this Cathayan. You have no objections, do you?"

The old butler pondered for a moment, then looked at his unconventional young master.

"Please allow me to ask."

"Is your decision to raise or place a bet based on the other party's value, or on your own curiosity, miss?"

Leona paused, then said, "The reason, of course, is mainly because he has investment value. I don't think he's reached his limit yet. Besides, he's Tina's lover. Who knows what he'll achieve if he colludes with Goth in the future? Moreover, he's from Cathay. Judging from his demonstrated abilities, he's definitely not an ordinary person in Cathay, perhaps even..."

The silver-haired girl talked on and on.

The old butler stared at her without moving.

"... All right."

Leona rolled her eyes and said straight to the point, "None of that matters. What matters is that I'm very interested in him, extremely interested—such a mysterious and interesting hunk is a rare find, isn't it?"

The old steward neither confirmed nor denied, and then asked, "How would you like to add the bet?"

Leona scoffed, "You messed things up earlier, which proves one thing—this Cathay hunk is probably just as suspicious as Tina is now. If I just go straight for him, I'll most likely get beaten up. In this situation, I have to step in..."

She stroked her chin and pondered, "Actually, we can deduce from his route that he doesn't know the way very well, but he knows the general direction. Heading west, he's obviously going to Goth. So, if we keep an eye on him, we can figure out his next destination... Well then, I'll run ahead and wait for him there!"

Just as the old steward was about to raise an objection, he heard Kan Fantian shout, "Little shrimp! Little shrimp!"

The Humvee continued speeding along the night road.

"Cross the river via this shallow area, don't take the main road, go a little further away and find a quiet place."

Kang De tapped the steering wheel and said this.

The familiar voice came from the player inside the car. "Yes, sir."

The Humvee was driving on its own, Kang De didn't have to worry about anything. Everything that happened today was a bit exciting. Although it was a fierce battle, it ended without any real danger and yielded huge gains.

That's a Transformer [beep--] Gang, a childhood memory! The first few movies were super cool too.

If we take it back to show Old Wang, she'll be so excited she won't be able to sleep.

And it will also be very useful for the rest of the journey...

For a moment, his mind was in turmoil, and he kept thinking about some things.

Until the car stopped. "Is this okay?"

The bright headlights illuminated everything around them; it was a desolate valley, uninhabited.

Kang De opened the car door, got out, and patted the hood.

"Can."

He said, "Let's talk."

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PS1: Second update, going to sleep now.

PS2: And what would be a good name for it?