But she did not dare argue a single word. She could only nod repeatedly. "Yes, yes, yes, you're right! Go right ahead! Do you need us to clear the area?"
"No need to clear the area..." Yan Huan had barely spoken when a sharper, louder wail of sirens sounded in the distance.
Several armored vehicles built specifically for the Hounds raced toward them, their equipment clearly superior and their paintwork far more elaborate.
Several hovering vehicles bearing the insignia of high-ranking Dream Weavers followed behind.
Clearly, the real reinforcements had finally arrived.
Miss Hound's face went pale again.
Great. Even bigger trouble!
These higher-ups might not recognize Yan Huan as a shareholder, and they were even less likely to take his nuclear threat seriously.
The armored vehicles screeched to a halt, and their doors swung open.
Under Yan Huan's curious gaze, a squad of elite Hounds with sharper bearing and more advanced gear disembarked swiftly.
At their head was a stern-faced middle-aged man with eyes as keen as a hawk's.
He spotted Yan Huan standing on the enormous metal wreckage and the damaged screen at once. His brow knotted, and he barked, "You dare destroy Family property in Golden Moment? Surrender at once!"
The elite Hounds behind him drew their weapons, and powerful Memoria waves locked onto Yan Huan.
The ordinary Hounds, who had only just breathed a sigh of relief, felt their hearts leap into their throats again.
Miss Hound covered her face in despair.
Standing atop the wreckage, Yan Huan looked down at the newly arrived reinforcements, who were clearly a tougher bunch, and asked, "Where were these guys when Sunday was doing whatever he pleased?"
"They were trapped in Taiyi's Dream back then too." Miss Hound had heard about Sunday's exploits, so she explained, "Mr. Yan Huan,