742. A Melee

Strong-arming Their Way In

The security guards at Kunlun Demon Realm's factory saw the Russians who had arrived first fighting with the foreigners who had come later. They couldn't figure out what the newcomers were capable of, so they didn't dare get involved. One by one, they retreated to the gate and watched from a distance.

"Where did these guys come from?"

Demville, chairman of the Lihai'er Conglomerate, who had come to China from Japan, frowned.

He'd actually been held up by a brawl, and the conglomerate's guards were all useless, unable to deal with those rude Polar Bears.

Polar Bears?

Wait, what were Russians doing here?

Demville suddenly jolted, his expression turning grim. Could it be that news of Tears of an Angel...

The more he thought about it, the more alarmed he became. No more than a handful of people knew about Tears of an Angel. If word had leaked, he wouldn't be the only one coming to claim it.

Noticing his employer's change in expression, Ram, dressed in a Middle Eastern robe, narrowed his eyes slightly. He twirled the flute in his hand and slowly walked forward.

In the middle of a brawl, punches and kicks flew without regard. Aside from himself, no one could afford to watch out for anyone else. Get too close, and even an ally could be caught in the crossfire.

A powerful punch came crashing toward Ram.

With a wave of his hand, a cloud of white mist spread out. The Russian bodyguards and Lihai'er Conglomerate guards locked in combat all fell to the ground, unconscious.

Demville, the chairman, came to his senses and hurriedly called out, "Mr. Ram, please go easy on them!"

"It's fine. Let them sleep for a while."

Ram waved the flute in his hand, deliberately showing off