Just as Modi was about to speak, his smile stiff, a tremendous force slammed into his waist.
Several defensive force fields shattered completely without offering any resistance.
Modi heard his spine snap, his muscles and fascia tear apart, and his internal organs rupture. He could no longer keep that smile on his face.
"2567!"
Modi growled.
He was filled with anger and bewilderment.
Modi was furious at his useless subordinates for letting Qin Ran slip in so easily.
He could not understand why the measures he had put in place had failed.
From what Modi knew, Qin Ran was an extremely greedy man. Why, then, had he ignored a laboratory so obviously filled with valuable items?
And why had the skilled Wolf Pack members he had stationed there to trigger the "trap" also failed?
But none of that was what infuriated Modi most.
What infuriated him most was the look in Qin Ran's eyes.
It was an indifferent look, one that showed he did not consider Modi worth his attention at all.
That look made Modi feel like an idiot.
In truth...
He more or less was.
After discovering so many clues, how could someone as cautious and careful as Qin Ran recklessly enter the Secret Market?
It was true that Qin Ran liked loot and rewards.
But he would not let them go to his head. He possessed the necessary composure.
Just as, upon seeing the Wolf Pack appear, he had instinctively wondered why his opponents had sent a pack of wolves. Although ordinary people would consider them powerful, they were nothing to him.
In fact, from a certain perspective, fighting groups was what he feared least.
With the abilities and items of the Chosen Ones, facing numerous enemies would hardly pose a problem for him.
Qin Ran knew