"We thought you'd stay in the 'fortress' until the day you left."
As Big Cat's stronghold and research and development base, the institute had far too many defensive systems. Who knew how many traps that demigod-level powerhouse had buried inside? And with her successor there, how much additional enhancement could he receive?
As long as Lu Mouren did not come out, his safety could probably be guaranteed—at least until cannon fodder idiots were foolish enough to come knocking and become cannon fodder themselves.
"Ha. If I really did that, I probably wouldn't live to see the day I left."
Theory was theory, and reality was reality. With wolves surrounding them, a safe fortress was nowhere near as useful as a show of strength. If they really waited in the "safe zone" for the storm to pass, others had ten thousand ways to drag them out, trick them out, or force them out.
Although Lu Mouren still wanted to slack off and build up his strength a little longer, judging from the feedback from Lu Lu, it seemed he could not wait any longer.
This was the World Trade Building in Shan Hai District. Its name was a little cliché, and it had been built in the early nineties of the last century, but the endless White Jade stairs before them possessed a beauty that transcended the era.
Weapons, magic potions, lives—from matchsticks to mercenary armies, anything could be bought here.
Just as the Development Zone of the Ancient City had gradually become a gathering place for other races, Wanjing also needed somewhere to accommodate the nearly endless stream of foreign visitors and dangerous individuals.
Smack!
A hurried child of another race fell right in front of Lu PingAn. If he had not suddenly quickened his pace, they might have collided