Hearing this, the countenances of Allen and the other two changed. The werewolf in the lead continued, "Allen Douglas, are you still going to hang on? If you join us now, Master will bestow upon you powers that surpass that of nature, an eternal lifespan, and endless wealth. "
Allen Douglas was an old Caucasian man who was about 60 years old. He had sparse blonde hair, and as the head of one of the richest families in the United States, he had been through many trials and tribulations. He was like an old but strong ferocious tiger. Although he was surrounded by werewolves, his countenance was pale, and his heart was beating rapidly, he did not panic.
He managed to calm himself down, looked at the monster, and said, "Don't act recklessly. We can talk about anything. If you kill me, neither you nor the Gambino family will benefit from it."
"As expected of a big boss who's afraid of death." The werewolf looked at Allen with a mocking expression and said, "Don't worry. As long as you cooperate well, not only will we not harm you, but Master will also bestow upon you benefits that you can't even imagine."
Both Allen and Diana, who was next to him, had grim countenances. As celebrities in the upper class, when had they ever been threatened like this before? However, when faced with the other party's pure brute force, they had never been in such a sorry state before.
At this moment, the wealth, authority, influence, and connections that they were usually proud of appeared pale and powerless in the face of brute force.
Just as Allen and Diana were feeling uneasy, a phone suddenly rang out. The werewolf shrank and turned back into his human form. It was Fossa, the leader of this small werewolf team, who had fought against Legend on the rooftop of the building. After turning back into his human form, he picked up the cell phone in his pants pocket.
Their pants were clearly custom-made elastic pants that could still wrap around their bodies after transforming and would not tear apart.
Looking at the caller ID, the werewolf smiled and said, "Mr. Allen, it seems that there's news from your daughter."
"What do you guys want?" Hearing this, Allen Douglas said angrily, "I can promise you anything, just don't hurt my daughter."
At the thought of Catherine, he felt worried. Although he had been calling and sending emails to her ever since the war with the Gambino family started, he had not received any reply from Catherine. He could not help but think, 'Could it be that she was captured by these werewolves?'
Although Catherine's physique was also very powerful and she was also an extraordinary human with a system, how could she be a match for these werewolf monsters?
At the thought of this, Allen Douglas looked at Fossa with eyes filled with murderous intent.
"Don't worry, I didn't let anyone hurt her." Fossa shrugged. "It's just in case. I was afraid that you'd be too stubborn, so I sent someone to fetch Miss Catherine over. They're probably on their way now."
Then Fossa picked up the phone and said, "Hello..."
However, not long after he picked up the call, Fossa's expression changed drastically. His eyes burned with fury. "Say that again!"
…
Fifteen minutes ago, outside Catherine's manor.
"We found her."
"Understood, we will bring her back in a moment."
After hanging up the phone, An Fei sniffed and smiled. "They're inside. Go in, capture them, and kill all of them except for Catherine. "
As he spoke, An Fei and the five people behind him started to transform at the same time. The shirts and suits on their upper bodies were instantly torn apart, and their muscles bulged out. Thick brown and black wolf fur grew out, and the six of them instantly turned into werewolves that were 2.5 meters tall.
Although they did not appear as muscular as Fossa, they still possessed strength, speed, and recovery abilities that far surpassed that of humans.
With a few leaps, the six werewolves dashed toward the manor like black lightning bolts. They twitched their noses, and the muscles on their legs expanded and contracted, unleashing explosive powers. One minute later, they arrived at the lawn, following the scent.
A total of seven people — Catherine, Linda, Jack, White Lion, and the others — were floating in midair. Their eyes were closed tightly as if they were in a deep sleep.
In their dreams, they were cultivating their sword techniques over and over again. As they cultivated in their dreams, their physical bodies also showed similar physical reactions. It could be said that they appeared to be sleeping, but they were actually cultivating very efficiently.
This was especially so in their dreams, where they would be even more focused in their cultivation. Every minute and second felt like a few days or months, and the effects of their cultivation were outstanding.
This method of cultivating in their dreams was naturally arranged by Fang Xingjian. This would make it easier for him to observe the reactions of the various systems during their cultivation, and it would also increase the efficiency of Catherine and the others' cultivation. Right now, he was continuously channeling cultivation information into them through his martial will.
At the sight of this scene, An Fei and the other five werewolves instantly felt a little surprised and bewildered.
An Fei looked at Fang Xingjian and asked, "Who are you? What are you doing? "
Sensing the arrival of the six werewolves, Fang Xingjian did not look at them. He only scanned them with his martial will and understood their background.
'Aren't they extraordinary humans who have systems and have only been bestowed with extraordinary powers?' Fang Xingjian could not be bothered to say much to them. He tapped White Lion's forehead with a finger.
In that instant, White Lion seemed to have been pierced by a sword, and he woke up with a cry.
"Teacher …"
The past few days of cultivation had made White Lion and the others feel great admiration for Fang Xingjian. He was like a bottomless ocean.
The effects of the cultivation also made White Lion secretly astonished. He could sense that the various attributes of his body had improved, and it was a qualitative leap.
Fang Xingjian threw him a nonchalant glance and said, "Kill them all and then capture their boss."
After saying that, he no longer looked at White Lion and the six werewolves. Instead, he focused on the few people who were still cultivating in their dreams. The changes to their systems and the various reactions of the ether particles made Fang Xingjian extremely fascinated.
When An Fei and the other five werewolves heard Fang Xingjian's words, they were all enraged. "You're courting death!"
As they said that, they turned into six bolts of black lightning. Two of them pounced toward White Lion, while the remaining four pounced toward Fang Xingjian.
"Impudent!" Seeing that they were going to disturb Fang Xingjian, White Lion glared furiously, and streams of platinum sword Qis burst out from all over his body. He raised his hand and punched out, sending surging sword Qis gushing out like a laser beam. With two swoosh swoosh, two werewolves were slashed into two.
At the sight of this terrifying scene, the remaining four werewolves let out astonished cries and retreated several tens of meters, looking at White Lion in astonishment.
"This …" White Lion also looked at his palm in disbelief.
This continued until Fang Xingjian's voice rang out from behind him.
"Why? Have you forgotten what I've taught you?"
In that instant, everything he had learned in his dream appeared in his mind. White Lion mumbled, "This is my Killing technique, Golden Slash."
This was a sword technique that Fang Xingjian had created based on White Lion's metal evolution system. It was a Killing technique that made use of White Lion's metal body and the electron migration to create plasma sword Qis.
In Fang Xingjian's opinion, this small creation had completely unleashed the potential of White Lion's system. In his eyes, White Lion had lost his value. This was why he had sent White Lion out to kill his enemies and test out his prowess in actual combat.
In White Lion's opinion, his battle prowess had improved by leaps and bounds.
"Kill them all."
Hearing Fang Xingjian's instructions and looking at the four werewolves, White Lion let out a savage laugh and slashed out with his hand. A stream of platinum sword Qis tore through the atmosphere. The sword Qis that were like lasers were not something that flesh and blood could fend off. Furthermore, it was as agile as a small snake as it slithered to and fro.
In the blink of an eye, there was only a flash of white light, and the heads of the four werewolves flew up into the sky.
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