The Stronger He Is, the Happier I Am

While Wang Zhifan spoke with the two succubus maids and the Seraph, several people inside a high-rise more than a hundred kilometers from his villa were monitoring it remotely with electronic equipment.

"Target's return confirmed. Do we act now?"

One of them watched the villa lawn on the screen in front of him as he spoke into the microphone near his mouth.

A few seconds later, he received his orders. He promptly switched to other channels and directed several teams to move out.

Before long, though, strange sounds came through his earpiece. Every team seemed to have run into trouble, one after another.

"Ah! What the hell is that?!"

"Enemy attack! Enemy atta—"

"Beep, beep, beep..."

The communications operator froze. He wanted to know what the people on the ground had encountered, but no one had time to tell him. Every channel fell silent.

A little frightened, he immediately reported the situation to his superior, only to receive this reply:

"That's nothing. The stronger he is, the happier I am. It means we picked the right target. Send more people to test him."

"Yes, boss."

The operator hurried to comply.

Meanwhile, around Wang Zhifan's villa, East City Villa, well-equipped players lay sprawled across the ground. Some were unconscious. Others clutched their heads as they got up, looking around in alarm as though bracing for an unseen enemy.

High above them, a tiny black shape looked down. It was Wang Zhifan's pet, Black Eagle, in a different form.

On Wang Zhifan's instructions, Black Eagle had recently been matching wits with outsiders trying to sneak into the villa. It either disrupted their movements or struck without warning, catching them off guard.

Wang Zhifan had explicitly ordered Black Eagle to act discreetly, so it had caused no major damage and had not actually