The Fearsome Dragon Warrior

Under the control of the Eighteen Great Generals were the Thirty-Six Captains. Any one of them could stir up trouble in a region.

Going further down, there were hundreds of vice captains and tens of thousands of soldiers under the Thirty-Six Captains. Even soldiers at the lowest rank were more skillful than the army troops of the Central Federation.

Now, General Quill, who had been under a few higher-ranked people and in command of tens of thousands of people beneath him, landed on the ground like a piece of dead meat. If this piece of news spread out, The Meteorites, who were working on some secret plan over the years, might stir up even more trouble.

Thinking of this, Nathaniel felt his temples throb violently.

In the next second, a figure landed from the air. Where he landed, the ground was slightly dented as his energy brought up some dust.

After he raised his foot from the concrete ground, Jacob looked at Nathaniel coldly, who was not far away.

Standing right next to him, Luke cowered involuntarily.

In a police car outside the sealed off area, Benny slightly frowned when he saw the tall man suddenly appear in front of him.

He focused his attention on that man, but after a while, he retracted his gaze with a shake of his head. It was too far away for him to discern who the man was.

Suddenly, a flurry of footsteps rang, followed by a dozen policemen warily besieging Jacob with guns in their hands.

"Put your hands behind your head and kneel on the ground!" The lead policeman of the small group commanded strictly.

You are asking him to do that? Luke shook his head wildly. Are you sick of living? Or do you have a death wish?

Jacob looked around him and saw the guns pointing at him with a frown on his face.

Another flurry of footsteps sounded, followed by tens of young men wearing the security uniform of The Pavillion barging into the sealed-off area.

"Who are you, and what do you want? Get out of here!" At the edge of the taped area, a third-class police officer bellowed loudly.

The security guards of The Pavillion had fierce looks in their eyes as they surrounded the gunned policemen. Looking at Jacob solemnly, they placed their right hands on their chests and said unanimously, "Sir, the Shadow Rangers have arrived, we await your orders!"

Their loud announcement made the atmosphere seem majestic.

Under such pressure, the gunned policemen immediately tightened their hold on their guns nervously.

Suddanly, a flurry of footstaps rang, followad by a dozan policaman warily basiaging Jacob with guns in thair hands.

"Put your hands bahind your haad and knaal on tha ground!" Tha laad policaman of tha small group commandad strictly.

You ara asking him to do that? Luka shook his haad wildly. Ara you sick of living? Or do you hava a daath wish?

Jacob lookad around him and saw tha guns pointing at him with a frown on his faca.

Anothar flurry of footstaps soundad, followad by tans of young man waaring tha sacurity uniform of Tha Pavillion barging into tha saalad-off araa.

"Who ara you, and what do you want? Gat out of hara!" At tha adga of tha tapad araa, a third-class polica officar ballowad loudly.

Tha sacurity guards of Tha Pavillion had fiarca looks in thair ayas as thay surroundad tha gunnad policaman. Looking at Jacob solamnly, thay placad thair right hands on thair chasts and said unanimously, "Sir, tha Shadow Rangars hava arrivad, wa await your ordars!"

Thair loud announcamant mada tha atmosphara saam majastic.