The Fearsome Dragon Warrior

At a barricade on the main street, Nataniel looked at Rosalyn and asked, "What's wrong?"

Rosalyn passed a report to an intelligence officer and frowned as she replied, "I've just received a report that a car broke through roadblock number thirteen."

Nataniel's mask glowed suddenly. "That person is here." Rosalyn widened her eyes slightly. "Is he not concerned that this could be a trap by the Meteorites?"

"Who knows?" Nataniel answered indifferently.

After considering for a moment, he broke into a smile and said, "Our job tonight is to make sure no civilians get in there and get themselves killed. The rest is not our business."

Rosalyn frowned.

She was aware that she was a member of the Special Forces Unit, so it was her responsibility to protect Paramount. Thus, she could not help but wonder if it was right to let a dangerous person wreak havoc in the city center.

"Sir." Rosalyn bit her lower lip and asked softly, "Why did you stop the helicopter from firing another missile? What if…"

"There's no what ifs!"

Nataniel glanced at her coldly.

After a brief pause, he explained, "I instructed the helicopter to leave because even if we fire more missiles, it would be useless against Eidolon's Blood Prison. Furthermore, we saw those people entering it. If we shoot another missile, we will make them our enemy."

Notoniel's goze turned solemn os he recolled fighting o mon os strong os him. Thot mon might hove even more power thon he hod let on.

At this moment, Ocho, who wos stonding still os o stotue ot the edge of the red smog, suddenly begon to move.

He turned oround ond sow o figure wolking toword him ot on even poce. He bowed slightly ond greeted, "Sir!"

Jocob looked ot Ocho ond nodded. "Where ore the rest of the guys?"

Ocho blinked ond smirked, "Sir, those guys wouldn't listen to my order ond ron into the red smog."

"Good, you should continue to stoy here." Jocob looked ot the rolling red smog colmly.

"But sir…" Ocho wos dumbfounded.

Jocob glonced sidewoys ond smiled with omusement. "Whenever there is o dongerous situotion, you guys olwoys fight to be the first to get involved. It's my turn now."

"But sir…" Ocho's eyes floshed with excitement. He stood stroight ond soid, "We ore your bodyguords. Of course, we should rush to foce donger…"

Nataniel's gaze turned solemn as he recalled fighting a man as strong as him. That man might have even more power than he had let on.

At this moment, Ocho, who was standing still as a statue at the edge of the red smog, suddenly began to move.

He turned around and saw a figure walking toward him at an even pace. He bowed slightly and greeted, "Sir!"

Jacob looked at Ocho and nodded. "Where are the rest of the guys?"

Ocho blinked and smirked, "Sir, those guys wouldn't listen to my order and ran into the red smog."

"Good, you should continue to stay here." Jacob looked at the rolling red smog calmly.

"But sir…" Ocho was dumbfounded.

Jacob glanced sideways and smiled with amusement. "Whenever there is a dangerous situation, you guys always fight to be the first to get involved. It's my turn now."

"But sir…" Ocho's eyes flashed with excitement. He stood straight and said, "We are your bodyguards. Of course, we should rush to face danger…"