825: C825 Fight!

C825 Fight!

Heavenly Palace Entertainment City, as the largest entertainment site in the area, and even in the entire South, has a turnover that can definitely be described as making money every day.

However, with the current financial resources and scale of the World Council, they did not care how much money they could earn here every day.

Even if they were to spend money every day, Tianwen would not let it close.

The reason was very simple. To the World Society, Heavenly Palace Entertainment City was a symbol and a form of faith.

When the World's Society was first established, it was still in the old society. The founder of the World's Society was just a driver at the beginning.

Later on, relying on his courage and fierceness, as well as some luck factors, he climbed up step by step from the bottom.

What made him truly leap over the ranks was this Heavenly Palace Entertainment City.

Ever since he had this Entertainment City, the scale of the world would become bigger and bigger, and until now, it had already developed into a colossus that could call the wind and summon the rain in the south.

Therefore, the world would experience many leaders, but no matter how they changed, the Heavenly Palace Entertainment City would always stand in its original place.

Although in this golden area, if they changed the entertainment city to something else, it might be more profitable, but no one would do it, and no one dared to do it.

As such an important symbol, naturally, they could not let an ordinary person manage it.

The general manager of Heavenly Palace Entertainment City was surnamed Wu. He was in his forties and had a mustache. His two small eyes flashed with shrewdness and ruthlessness.

This person was the number one general under Heaven Seeking's command, the 13th Tycoon. He was brave and resourceful, and had a very high position in the world.

Under his management, Heavenly Palace Entertainment City was flourishing day by day, becoming more and more popular day by day.

Today, Zhang Beijia and the others' target was this man with the surname Wu.

Although Wen Tian was never worried about anything happening here, it did not mean that the defense here was lax. After all, it was such an important place.

Zhang Beijia and the others had just rushed up to the second floor when they received a very fierce counterattack.

The troops stationed on the second floor were much more elite than the soldiers on the first floor. They could switch between attack and defense, advance and retreat freely, and they were also very strong in individual combat!

Both sides engaged in an extremely cruel bloody battle in the narrow corridor.

Finally, at the cost of losing two of his brothers, Zhang Beijia managed to wipe out the resistance force.

"Charge! Avenge our dead brothers!"

The highwaymen's eyes were bloodshot with rage. When they saw their fallen brothers, their anger had completely overwhelmed their minds. With their sabers in hand, they charged toward the General Manager's office at the end of the corridor.

"Hold on!"

At this crucial moment, Zhang Beijia was the first to calm down. He realized that something was amiss.

According to the information, although the man with the mustache was a businessman in name, he was the number one general of the Thirteen Guardians. His combat strength was astonishing.

However, despite the intense fight below and above, the door of his office had been tightly shut. It was very illogical.

There must be a reason for this!

Zhang Beijia firmly believed in this logic!

The few of them crept up to the tightly shut door of the General Manager's office. Just as one of the highwaymen was about to press his ear against the door to investigate, Zhang Beijia stopped him in time.

After pondering for a moment, Zhang Beijia ordered the two highwaymen to bring a corpse over from the corridor. After which, they carefully placed the corpse on the door.

Puff!

At this moment, a sharp silver spearhead suddenly pierced through the corpse's head!

The highwayman who had tried to stick his ear to the corpse broke out in a cold sweat. If Zhang Bei Armor hadn't stopped him in time, he would have been the one to have his head blown up!

Peng!

Zhang Beijia seized the opportunity and kicked the door hard.

With a loud bang, the office door made of solid wood instantly shattered into a pile of wood debris.

Zhang Beijia's hooks stabbed forward fiercely.

A few highwaymen immediately entered the office.

A middle-aged man with a mustache and wearing a Zhongshan attire sat beside a mahogany desk by the wall of the office.

He was holding a brush and seriously writing a calligraphy brush.

On his desk was a pile of silver silver spears about 1.5 meters long.

"Not bad. You know how to use your intelligence. It seems that you are not a martial artist."

The man with the mustache did not even raise his head. He spoke calmly, as if he was talking about something very ordinary.

"Do you think a dying person like you have the right to judge me?"

Zhang Beijia smiled coldly.

"The outcome is uncertain. Who is the one on the verge of death?"

The middle-aged man calmly replied, "Before we attack, I want to confirm one thing. Who are you people?"

"About that, you can slowly ask around in the underworld!"

Zhang Beijia was too lazy to waste time with him. He picked up two silver hooks and charged straight at him.

Rustle －

Right at this moment, the man with the mustache suddenly swung one of his hands. A silver and sharp silver spear on the table instantly drew a line. Like a shooting star, it pierced through the air and shot toward Zhang Bei Jia fiercely.

Zhang Bei didn't dare to be careless. He immediately turned his attack to defense. As he turned his body sideways, he threw a steel claw at the silver spear.

Clang!

With an ear-piercing sound of metal colliding, a strong force extended from the steel claw to his entire arm. Zhang Beijia was shaken until he staggered a few steps back.

At the same time, beads of cold sweat the size of beans began to seep out of his forehead.

He had never expected that the opponent's silver spear would be so powerful!

It seemed that the renowned Thirteen Guardians of the World League were not just for show!

"Ah!"

Zhang Bei Armour roared and launched another attack at his opponent.

Woosh, woosh, woosh ~ ~ ~

The man with the mustache waved his hand again, and two silver spears suddenly shot toward Zhang Bei's armor.2

Zhang Bei's armor instinctively pushed its body backward, preparing to dodge the attack.

However, as soon as he moved, the two silver spears suddenly changed direction in the air. As if they had eyes, the spearheads suddenly bent down and stabbed at Zhang Bei's chest from above!

The highwaymen beside him broke out in cold sweat!

This attack was too sudden, and Zhang Beijia was already pushing his body backward. There was no way for him to counter the attack from this angle!

However, there was no way they could save him. Even if they wanted to, they wouldn't be able to do so in such a short amount of time.

Block!

However, just as they thought that Zhang Bei would fall into the trap, an even louder sound of metal colliding rang out.

The two silver spears were instantly knocked away.

Even the man with the mustache was a little surprised. He hurriedly waved his hand at the pile of silver spears on the table, not wanting to give the opponent a chance to catch his breath.

Whoosh -

Clang!

However, just as the mustache man raised his hand, a silver light suddenly flashed. The silver spears on the table were instantly smashed into pieces!

Upon closer inspection, it was actually a steel claw flying over!

"You think you're the only one who can throw things?"

Zhang Beijia revealed an extremely playful smile. "Thirteen Guardians, right? You'll have to call them Twelve Guardians from now on."

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