Do You Need an Errand-Running Old Man? (Big chapter seeking monthly ticket/Happy New Year's Eve)
Silent moonlight shone over the broken, aging road, spilling across the slender emerald Poisonous Fang.
Flesh glowing with emerald radiance was scattered across the nearby road. It was the remaining physical flesh left behind when that multi-headed giant snake had shattered.
Bang--
Someone slowly crouched down and placed their gun on the ground.
One gang member after another put down the firearms in their hands, stared at the Old Man standing amid the ruin-like street, then slowly raised their hands.
Behind a GG Billboard some distance away, a Youth hiding in the shadows stared blankly at the scene, gripping the billboard's support pole beside him.
"What exactly... am I..."
At the center of the street, the Thin Man, pinned to the ground by Poisonous Fang, gripped the slender emerald fang with one hand. His eyes widened as he raised his head and reached toward the Old Man before him, whose hair was graying and whose cheeks were covered in blood.
Buzz--
The fierce roar of engines suddenly rang out beneath the distant moonlight.
Then, accompanied by violent gusts, a shadow more than ten meters long covered the heads of some of the gang members.
The wild wind tugged at everyone's collars, and some gang members instinctively raised their hands to shield their faces.
Yet amid the turbulent wind, He Ao did not dodge. He raised his head and looked toward the source of the shadow in the sky.
It was a Dragon Rider Fighter floating in the air, emblazoned with a conspicuous White Jasmine Flower Emblem.
The fighter came to a hover in the air ahead of He Ao, seemingly scanning the surrounding scene.
At that moment, He Ao's wristband vibrated. It seemed the network-jamming