A Slap Descending from the Heavens

Mara was making intensive preparations for his plan. Since his strength was lacking, he would make up for it in other areas.

To say nothing else, Ke Lan had to die, and Lu Xingshi—the First Grand President of the First Generation Federation—was also within the scope of his purge.

Beyond that, he was secretly investigating whether any other old monsters had survived. If Lu Xingshi could live, why could no one else? These matters forced Mara to slow down his various schemes against the Federation and humanity, lest he one day walk outside, run into some ancient human monster, and get slapped to death.

Recently, he had also been keeping a much lower profile. He had already drawn Lu Xingshi's attention and had no desire to attract the notice of other terrifying humans.

"It's just that I'm riding high on the crest of the wave. Even if I want to keep a low profile, it's difficult." Mara sighed. He knew exactly how much attention he was receiving throughout the Federation.

There were even many fanatical supporters.

So he could not keep a low profile at all, much less retreat behind the scenes.

"There is a way." Lu Xingshi's voice drifted over.

That familiar voice made Mara's expression freeze. He could not help cursing inwardly, He found me already???

"First Generation Lord, since you have honored me with your presence, why didn't you say so? I would have personally gone to welcome you." Mara was indeed uneasy inside, but none of it showed on his face.

Lu Xingshi had certainly not come to him for no reason. He definitely had some purpose.

If he wanted benefits, that would be easy enough to handle. Mara was incomparably skilled at dividing up a cake. Was it not simply ceding Federation interests? He would