Threats

"Moo!"

The windows shattered, sending shards of glass and plaster dust flying in every direction.

The curtains, as if tugged by an invisible vortex, instantly shredded into rags and fluttered through the air like a swarm of butterflies.

"Moo!"

A thunderous roar rang out amid the explosion.

Then a massive shadow charged inside.

It stood over two meters tall and looked like an incredibly burly white man. But Wu Ming narrowed his eyes slightly and seemed to see, looming behind him, a monster with a man's body and a bull's head, roaring up at the sky.

"A minotaur?"

Wu Ming smiled faintly. "Is that the only one?"

"Ah!"

Angelina had been hiding dumbly in Wu Ming's arms. Only now did she let out a scream.

The white giant spotted the Book of Endings in Wu Ming's hand, let out a strange cry, and lunged at him.

Whoosh!

A fierce gust howled around him. Sweat evaporated in great quantities from his body, carrying a rusty, overwhelmingly foul stench.

Crackling sounds like beans popping burst from Wu Ming's body, starting at his limbs and spreading to his chest. Then his spine quivered, like a great dragon stirring.

"Ha!"

He barked the word, and the explosive strength surging through his body seemed to concentrate in his right hand. He drove it forward with a fierce punch.

Bang!

Like a cannonball being fired, the floor shook. The boards splintered, and the chandelier came crashing down.

Two fists of completely different shapes collided. But the one who screamed was the white giant. A cloud of blood burst from his hand, and his whole body shot backward even faster than he had charged.

"Go!"

Wu Ming didn't pursue him. A glint appeared in his eyes as he silently uttered the word.

A point of light, sharp