Shifting the Trouble Elsewhere

"Lockdown?!"

The moment Onslaught recognized the mechanical warrior stepping out of the spacecraft, his expression changed abruptly.

"Long time no see, Onslaught!"

Lockdown stood with his arms crossed, staring coldly at him. Though he sounded like he was greeting him, his words were dripping with mockery. "You're living even more miserably than I imagined!"

Onslaught immediately flew into a rage. His iron fists clenched with crackling pops. "You looking for a fight?"

"You?"

Lockdown gave him a mocking once-over, then snorted disdainfully.

Onslaught was just as arrogant and prideful, and his anger intensified.

However, both of them had been born during the era of the Elder Council, and Onslaught had joined the Decepticon Corps around the same time as Lockdown. As an old-school Decepticon, he had dealt with Lockdown before.

He was deeply wary of this ruthless madman.

The Combaticons had once fought alongside Lockdown in a battle. Onslaught still remembered how, just to kill a valuable Autobot commander on the battlefield, that bastard had cruelly allowed losses more than ten times greater than the enemy's.

This lunatic didn't treat other lives as lives. He did not even care about his own.

During one Autobot campaign to eliminate him, Lockdown had used himself as bait and ordered the Decepticon Corps to deploy massive forces in a brutal ambush, slaughtering countless Autobots.

When facing a madman who did not even care about his own life once he turned cruel, even Onslaught found him extremely troublesome.

"We aren't that close, are we? You're here for Swindle?"

Onslaught was no fool. He quickly guessed why Lockdown had suddenly appeared on Earth and set his sights on him.

Lockdown glanced at him. "So you're not completely stupid. Call Swindle out!"

That condescending arrogance made the energy bursting from the spark in Onslaught's chest grow