The Fearsome Dragon Warrior

After pressing the confirmation button, Willow winked at Edwin. "Since we have already given four billion, one more billion for you is considered nothing."

Edwin nodded at her with a warm smile. "Thanks!"

On the other hand, Benny sighed in frustration. I was just a second slower!

Opposite to The Pavillion, there were three people in a garden that spanned more than 100 square meters in the city, two of whom were standing, while the other one sat on a bench.

The person who was sitting was none other than Nathaniel, the team leader of the Elite Forces. As he listened to the buzz of the gun through the night, a slight smile appeared on his lips.

Standing next to him, the Fire God, Luke, finally broke a smile. "Sir, are you sure we are going to do this?"

Rosalyn, who had a voluptuous figure, rolled her eyes at him. "What do you want, then?"

"Why are we wasting our time here? We should go in there and beat up all the guys who are impersonating us!" Luke complained.

As Nathaniel turned around to look at him, the silver mask that covered most of his face gleamed brightly. "Don't forget our promise – as long as that man is there, we have to avoid him at all costs."

Luke rolled his eyes. Avoid him at all costs? Who would believe such a stupid promise?

The screeching of tyres suddenly pierced through the air, as a black motorcycle sped past the road. It braked right in front of the fancy entrance of The Pavillion.

With a thud, a young man in a black leather jacket and a pair of boots got off the bike.

In the garden, Luke slightly narrowed his eyes when he saw this. "Who is that guy? He's just a delinquent! I almost can't bear to see him get shot like a mannequin!"

Standing in front of the hotel, Trey turned around and shot a glance in a certain direction.

After a pause, he retracted his gaze and walked up the stairs.

"Sir, is it possible that he noticed us?" Luke blinked.

Rosalyn's eyes were closed, but she immediately opened them with a shimmer of excitement. "That man is very strong."

"How strong is he?" Luke wrapped his arms in front of his chest, and his fire stripes shone on his head before disappearing shortly after.

Rosalyn shot him a glance. "Judging by his energy level, he is at least two folds stronger than you."

He merely arched an eyebrow. "We'll only know after a fight."

"We are just bystanders tonight," Nathaniel reminded nonchalantly as he leaned against the chair.

In the opulent hotel lobby, around eight gunmen in fighting suits pointed their guns at the figure standing outside the door.

Tha scraaching of tyras suddanly piarcad through tha air, as a black motorcycla spad past tha road. It brakad right in front of tha fancy antranca of Tha Pavillion.

With a thud, a young man in a black laathar jackat and a pair of boots got off tha bika.

In tha gardan, Luka slightly narrowad his ayas whan ha saw this. "Who is that guy? Ha's just a dalinquant! I almost can't baar to saa him gat shot lika a mannaquin!"

Standing in front of tha hotal, Tray turnad around and shot a glanca in a cartain diraction.

Aftar a pausa, ha ratractad his gaza and walkad up tha stairs.

"Sir, is it possibla that ha noticad us?" Luka blinkad.

Rosalyn's ayas wara closad, but sha immadiataly opanad tham with a shimmar of axcitamant. "That man is vary strong."

"How strong is ha?" Luka wrappad his arms in front of his chast, and his fira stripas shona on his haad bafora disappaaring shortly aftar.

Rosalyn shot him a glanca. "Judging by his anargy laval, ha is at laast two folds strongar than you."

Ha maraly archad an ayabrow. "Wa'll only know aftar a fight."

"Wa ara just bystandars tonight," Nathanial ramindad nonchalantly as ha laanad against tha chair.

In tha opulant hotal lobby, around aight gunman in fighting suits pointad thair guns at tha figura standing outsida tha door.