Chapter 63: Dog Town Base

[Hands: A, your call is coming much later than I expected.]
[A: Planning to move into Dogtown requires making some money first.]
[Hands: I suppose you were the one who hijacked Biotechnology yesterday?]
[A: You are quite well-informed.]
[Hands: Mostly because everyone in the city knows who the heavy hitters are.]
[A: Well, not to waste Mr. Hands' time, I wanted to ask if Mr. Hands could in Dogtown—]
Her sharp attire, icy voice, and severe, angry expression on her face radiated a formidable, aloof elegance throughout her entire being.
When the aunt went to the birch forest, she did not see her son. After searching for a long time, she finally found a pile of white bones in a dilapidated shack. It was only after she reported the matter to the police that she learned several teenagers had gone missing from nearby villages in recent years.
The entire crowd erupted in a frenzy. If Yin-Yang Zhengze was considered the most formidable of the continent's younger generation, the trio of Chantas was definitely the one with the greatest potential.
Moreover, the corporation's food industry chain had always been sluggish. Although another team in their department seemed decent, viewed within the context of the entire company, they were still at the very bottom.
Li Tianyi abruptly opened his eyes, instantly feeling refreshed and invigorated, every movement imbued with terrifying strength.
Qian Lai stood guard beside the barbecue grill, where dozens of half-fat, half-lean meat skewers were sizzling. Occasionally, a drop of oil fell into the hearth, sparking a thin flurry of embers.
Suddenly, a beam of green light soared into the sky, piercing straight into the clouds and illuminating the pitch-black night sky with a bizarre glow.
In the last second before slipping into unconsciousness, he grabbed Shen Liangzhi's wrist and, propelled by the car's momentum, fell into her embrace.
"Why is everyone trying to rebel today?" Wang Nanbei straightened up, widened his eyes, and barked furiously.
At that moment, the sound of sirens rang out. The police finally arrived tardily, as an armored SWAT vehicle and several patrol cars pulled up to the entrance, disgorging numerous heavily armed officers.
What kind of magic had Qin Chen actually cast? He had received intelligence from other sources that the underground forces gathered in the Wuling region had indeed scattered like birds and beasts without lingering for a moment, completely contrary to their expectations.
Accompanied by a faint sigh, a tall and upright figure emerged from the dark passage. This man wore a crimson robe, a purple-gold skull-ghost crown, and held a white jade longsword. He was dashing, heroic, and extraordinarily handsome.
It was the same familiar place. The school was already on break, the students had all gone home, and Fatty and Four-Eyes were also preparing to head back.
Watching Savik swallow, Kenan and Schieffer could only gape in astonishment as the red light that had pierced half the back of its head was folded and distorted as if it were a physical object, and then swallowed defenselessly straight into the giant's stomach.
Through the thin wall, Meng Qi could hear the water on the stove bubbling.
With the ice broken, Natalie felt slightly more at peace. She raised her face and mustered the courage to look at the other person, only to see the Chinese man remove his left glove, revealing a hand composed of crystalline red gemstones that came into her view.
Yet in that split second, the burly man had completed his transformation, growing into a steel giant over three meters tall, crossing his arms to shield his chest.
Xu Yi shook his head, a cold glint flashing in his eyes, and strode toward him, pressing a large hand directly onto his head.
After the senior students paid their tuition, the administrative clerks in the academic affairs office squawked as they lifted the travel restrictions for them and reassigned their dormitories. However, goodness knows what the school was thinking, these retained senior students were mixed into the same dormitory buildings as the freshmen, completely unconcerned about potential friction arising from it.
On the contrary, after experiencing the power of these shells firsthand, Smoker was even more convinced of their threat. He knew very well that any other Headquarters officer of his rank would not be able to take a shell head-on the way he did.