Warm-Up Exercise

Dozens of soldiers rushed out of the barracks at the Golden Beetle Defense Center. They weren't wearing armor or carrying guns. The White Shark Association just fallen, and for them, the good life of the holiday was not yet over.

Chen ShouGong was seething with anger. All he knew was that this crazy woman had stormed into the defense center, grabbed his two deputies, and given them a good beating. She seemed to be trying to defend the little black devil. He was momentarily intimidated by the woman's violence, and his words softened, turning into polite attempts to mediate.

At this moment, the brothers who rushed over from the barracks bolstered the situation, and the adjutant, much more assertive, immediately grabbed a baton, slammed it against the table, and shouted sternly—

"--Trespassing the Golden Beetle Defense Center, intending to harbor criminals! And daring to attack the officers and soldiers of the combat group? You won't get away with this! Suspect! I advise you to surrender and admit your mistake immediately! I'm telling you, it's not too late now. Once the deputy commander receives the news, he's ruthless and impartial, and no amount of money can save your delicate skin!"

The brothers in the warband all wore relaxed, beaming expressions when they saw Glory. Just a few days ago, the White Key militia had sent over several Jiali from the Valhalla Palace —serious criminals from George Joshua's harem. At the Golden Beetle Prison, they had become the brothers' darlings. These prostitutes understood that they were simply offering themselves to high-ranking officers of another warband in exchange for a wealthy marriage. The warband's soldiers certainly wouldn't make things difficult for them.

The Fantastic Men had also encountered blood donors like Lisa Krauser, a tigress raised by George Joshua. They never expected that even after the White Shark Association fell, these women would still dare to cause trouble at the chapter's meeting place.

But this time, it seems a little different.

A strange rustling sound came from the air. The doors of the defense center opened by themselves without any wind, as if they had been closed by unseen demons or ghosts. The windows on both sides did the same, falling down with the eerie wind.

Elena was about to enter when she was pushed back out by an inexplicable force.

Inside the main hall, Glory was still standing on Jin Ge's head, challenging the soldiers of numerous warbands.

"I only have one question, and you can't answer it?"

She pointed to the blood debts on the case file, then to Monkey Bro head was swollen like a pig's head.

"These thirty-three felony charges, these cases, were committed by him alone within four days? Is there such a capable person in the world? I've never heard of him before."

In terms of efficiency, this level of crime-solving would make him a top talent that Lawrence Madison would covet, even within the Blackland Royal Hotel. He should have been shining brightly in the Madness Butterfly Sect Cult long ago. There's no way he'd be caught by ordinary soldiers of the warband; it would require several psionicists working together with Qingjin to capture him.

There is only one answer. Just like the militia bullfighters in Yellow Bull Town, these soldiers in the battle group want to claim credit for Monkey Bro's head and kill innocent people to gain merit.

The nameless man and other warbands came to wipe out the White Shark Association; there are many details to grasp and many interests to discuss.

Frontline soldiers who participated in the Bay Area operations were awarded the highest merit, while militia members who maintained order in urban areas during wartime were awarded the second-class merit. The highest merit was awarded to the civilians who cut off the supply lines of the fighting forces.

For various reasons, Mr. Fantastic was already severely wounded by the Madness Butterfly Sect several years ago. This time, in the battle in the Bay Area, they have to start from the industrial park and cross the long and complicated urban roads. It's too late for them to get a share of the spoils.

Before settling accounts for the war achievements, the leaders of the battle groups had to figure out how to pocket the spoils of victory for themselves.

Juseberg's arrangements for Guland were related to a dispute over the ownership of George Joshua's estate.

The thirty-three charges imposed on Monkey Bro were because they valued his status as a henchman of the Lilan Avenue gang and his past work for Manager Todd; they wanted to use his head as a scapegoat in exchange for credit.

At this moment, most of the brothers in the chapter were already aware of the matter, and no one responded to Glory's comment.

To them, the criminals with ceiling fans are no longer human; the Horse-Faced Monkey are simply a piece of meat to generate maximum value, turning into their pockets as wages, into round, gleaming medals.

Chen ShouGong, the adjutant, hadn't expected that the War King would still be at Lieyang Fort.

He shouted loudly, displaying an arrogant and vicious demeanor.

"You're going to defend the cannibals! You're a cannibal too?!"

"Are you a remnant of George Joshua? Here to save this heinous beast?"

"Damn it, even prostitutes have brotherhood? Brothers! Catch her! Alive!"

Chen ShouGong roared, thinking viciously—

--This woman isn't on White Key's "gift list." If she fell into his hands, he might be able to throw George Joshua's woman into bed and taste the deliciousness that White Shark Association President had enjoyed!

The spacious hall suddenly became crowded. Elena peered into the hall through the window and saw a dozen or so tall, burly men running toward her newly recognized "mother".

She involuntarily gritted her teeth, covered her mouth, widened her eyes, and turned pale with fright.

"Ah!"

The War King doesn't have a gun, what should we do? She left her gun with me!

But the next second, Glory kicked Jin Ge in the stomach. The man rolled out like a bowling ball, knocking over the soldiers in front. The soldiers who caught up later were stunned for a moment, then immediately moved to fill in and approach the "suspect".

The first hero, with a protruding belly, blocked his companions on either side, eager to claim the first credit.

He strode heavily, his chin piled high on his neck, and swung his fist, as big as a clay pot, as if to knock this troublesome woman unconscious and give her to the palace guard's adjutant as a toy!

Glory neither dodged nor summoned her soul power, but followed the leader's charging momentum and threw her punch forward. At that moment, time seemed to slow down.

The two opposing forces struck the obese soldier squarely in the face, even pushing his nose into his Barry. After the punch landed solidly, the War King suddenly pulled his arm down, causing the soldier's head to tilt and fall to his side. Blood gushed from his mouth and nose, splattering all over the ground, and he immediately fell into a healthy sleep.

The soldiers following behind hadn't realized what was happening and were being pushed and shoved forward by their comrades.

--The War King's fists were still stained with blood. Without thinking, he charged into the crowd and began a brutal fight involving fists and feet.

Chen ShouGong's face turned quite ugly. He stood on the boardroom counter and saw a nimble figure in the crowd who seemed somewhat familiar.

The War King moved with unhurried steps, dodging the grab and seizing the wrist, kicking the knee and breaking the leg bone. He ducked and dodged while simultaneously parrying a sneak attack from behind, grabbing the enemy's hand and pulling it towards the young man's face.

This set of movements is so fluid and natural, as if someone who has spent years mingling on the streets can take on a crowd as easily as drinking water or eating.

The soldiers who came later sped up, stepping on tables and chairs and kicking them forward. The War King grabbed them around the waist and used them as weapons. Their heads swept through the crowd, spun around five times, and were thrown back.

As she fought and ran, she headed towards the laboratory on the other side of the boardroom counter. The terrain was getting higher and higher, with a staircase leading to the second floor. The three warriors from the battle group rushed up, swinging their fists. The War King had already reached the top of the stairs and used his height advantage to unleash a lightning-fast kick.

These three good brothers had black shoe prints all over their faces, and they had fallen backward into the crowd, spitting blood and with broken teeth.

Then, turning the corner on the second floor, they saw the woman, like a nimble swallow, darting back and forth around the two pillars. As the pursuers behind her drew closer, she would unleash her two thick thighs, lashing out with powerful blows while circling the pillars, sending them tumbling back down to the first floor.

Upon reaching the narrow corridor, the soldiers coordinated their attack, closing in from the other side. A young hero from the barracks stepped forward from the crowd, seemingly a junior leader among the soldiers. He looked no more than eighteen or nineteen years old, wiping his nose and letting out a strange cry, verbally provoking the War King.

"Woman! You're really good at fighting! I like you!"

Before he could finish speaking, the War King ignored the pursuers behind him and saw the little leader making a zigzag step, seemingly agile and with good footwork.

She was like a bomber diving close to the ground, her heels gripping the carpet. As she suddenly took off, the carpet in the corridor billowed behind her, blocking the enemy behind her. In just a breath or two of space, she suddenly grabbed the little leader by the waist and abdomen, and in that instant of close contact, she almost made the child's stomach acid come out.

The immense impact sculpted a path, like a chisel, carrying the arrogant young man forward through the crowd. It only stopped at the entrance to the men's restroom next to the stairs, but the attack didn't completely cease.

She circled around him from behind, grabbed his waist, and delivered a vicious back throw that nearly snapped the leader's neck! The young man saw stars as he was thrown, his legs hanging upside down on the men's restroom doorknob, his chest, abdomen, and leg bones cracking and dislocating.

With a loud bang, the young woman at the boardroom counter felt a muffled, loud sound coming from the ceiling above her head, and some dust fell from the second floor.

Glory slid down the stair railing to the first floor, where she saw the initially fervent "sumo wrestler" awaken from his dazed state, his face full of fierce features, his powerful arms outstretched, ready to begin the second round of the duel.

The War King curled up, resembling a mantis shrimp with a peacock tail, his strong arm muscles clenched tightly against his chest.

--The sumo wrestler grabbed the table and chair and smashed it down.

Glory ducked to avoid it, and the heavy table crashed onto the handrail of the staircase, scattering stone dust and wood chips.

The sumo wrestler, his face flushed with anger, grabbed a government seal and a pen and threw them, the whistling sound of the projectiles traveling at high speed audible.

Glory dodged and closed in at the same time, the stamp slammed onto the tiled floor, scraping a bright red stain!

Finally reaching the enemy, the sumo wrestler swung his hand to grab Glory, changing his attack method. This fat guy was incredibly fast, seemingly much more agile than before.

But the War King was faster; she danced like a butterfly and attacked like a bee.

Missing his punch, the sumo wrestler felt a stinging pain in his waist, but gritted his teeth and switched hands to continue his attack.

His punch missed again, but he finally saw Glory's stealthy movement clearly. What kind of flexibility did she possess to be able to duck low and dodge while simultaneously unleashing such a terrifying punch and delivering a high-quality, confirmed counterattack?

He was hit twice in the side by the War King, and his lower limbs began to tremble. Then he threw a punch—

--The result seems to be similar to the first round!

The fist, suddenly thrusting with force, pulled his body downwards. Glory's counter-punch reached his head, causing his neck to snap with a crisp sound. His nose, which had sunken into his mouth, moved further into his throat, and he drifted back into a baby-like sleep.

The enormous Brown Bear -like man fell backward.

--Chen ShouGong's eyes were filled with terror. He grabbed a pistol from the boardroom counter, no longer intending to uphold martial ethics.

In the blink of an eye, Glory hurled something.

Then look at Chen ShouGong's fleshy palm, which is pinned to the wall behind the boardroom counter by a gleaming pen, piercing into the foamy English annotation of "[Evil Buster]".

Glory borrowed this pen from a sumo wrestler and returned it to his adjutant.

Chen ShouGong panicked and asked the receptionist next to him to get a gun to subdue the enemy!

"Shoot her! Shoot her!"

The young girl had been loafing around in the office for years, so she had no fighting spirit whatsoever. Just one look from Glory was enough to make her legs go weak. She obeyed her adjutant's order to bend down and grab a gun, but her fingers trembled uncontrollably.

Elena panicked and pulled out her gun, trying to protect her mother.

Before the people behind her could catch up, Glory shouted at the girl at the boardroom counter, "Look!"

She pointed to the door with one hand and raised the other high, gripping the table leg.

The little girl was stunned for a moment when she heard the thunderous roar, as if she had been under a spell.

Glory pointed to the window where Elena was, signaling to her daughter outside to remain calm and not to fire back.

"Hey there's a handsome guy! Tom Cruise is looking at you!"

The little girl felt her head was out of control. She glanced in the direction Glory was pointing and raised her firm forehead.

The next second, she felt dizzy, as if hit by a table leg and saw stars. She slumped back into the chair at the boardroom counter.

"Fuck your mother, Li Liang!!!" Chen ShouGong cursed.

The lame boy who had just been thrown down from the second floor was none other than the leader who had suffered the back throw. He seemed unconvinced and wanted to regain face in front of his comrades. Clutching his neck, he limped down from the second floor and yelled at his companions.

"I'll handle it! Leave it to me!"

Glory ignored the child and headed towards Chen ShouGong.

She hadn't run more than a few steps when she felt a sharp pain in the back of her head.

--A psychic arm gripped her braid tightly; it was the little leader's psychic power at work.

She grabbed her hair with both hands and spun around in place, preparing to face the enemy. However, the leader's movements were superb. Following the spiraling energy of the spirit body, she controlled the spiritual threads like a bullfighting maneuver, maintaining a delicate balance between her body and flesh, and continuing to use her spirit body to restrain the suspect.

Glory kicked the wooden table to pieces, the splinters flying like darts. The little leader calmly raised his arm to cover his face, ignoring these weak projectiles.

But as soon as his gaze left the enemy, the woman, like a ghost, under the control of the spiritual silk mass, actually moved four or five meters to the clerk's office area next to the bookshelf.

The pencil in her hand transformed into a sharp spear, piercing the young man's arm, the soft flesh of his abdomen, and his thigh, almost turning him into a hedgehog.

He finally let go in pain, but still tried to cause trouble.

"Enough! Enough! Enough! If you dare, fight me head-on!"

But when the young man saw what was in Glory's hand, he was speechless.

When War King gestured with the paper cutter in his hand, along with four boxes of razor blades, and took out more than forty razor blades from the orange-yellow packaging, the kid immediately shut his mouth.

The brothers on the side had no intention of giving up and were going to continue charging at the enemy, heading towards the center of the hall from the crowded staircases on both sides.

In a flash of silver light, Glory gripped the blade and fired with both hands, asking Fragrant Dream to help load the "ammunition." The carbon steel blade, as thin as a cicada's wing, spun out like a playing card, tearing the waistbands of the barracks brothers and slicing through their uniforms in just a few seconds.

People ran halfway and found their pants slipping down, looking red-faced and panicked, or being pulled down by their disheveled friends.

Then the sumo wrestler shakily got up, leaned on a table and chair to stand up, and roared at the opponent in front of him.

Before the roar was even finished, Glory, without turning her head, raised her arm and delivered a punch—the fat brother rolled his eyes and fell asleep again.

At this moment, Chen ShouGong finally pulled out the pen.

"Damn it! It hurts so much!"

He caught his breath and reached for his gun—

Four pens flew in succession, pinning his hands back down.

Glory jumped onto the boardroom counter, walked up to the adjutant, tilted her head, and asked in an exaggerated and boastful tone.

"This is so embarrassing! It's so lame!"