Mystical Journey

"Alright alright. We’re all friends so we don’t need to hide things from each other. Rexott, I have my own intel and network. I‘ve already heard of some of the research you’re talking about," Rod confessed, "The mask is buried under the roots. You can send your people to pick it up and as an exchange, everything is negotiable."

The smile on Allen Hill’s face slipped away.

"Frankly speaking, I didn’t discover the mask there. That much is the truth. As to where I obtained the rumors regarding the mask underneath the tree? Such a rumor is very suspicious. Rod, we’re all old friends. You know that I’ve never lied to my friends and would help you all to the best of my capabilities! However, I’m really helpless on this issue."

The atmosphere in the living room became stale.

Rod quickly smiled to ease the mood.

"Since you insist that it isn’t there. I’ll believe you. Perhaps there’s some sort of misunderstanding in the rumor."

"That’s more like it," Allen smiled once more, "I’ll bring you guys to visit my latest water processing line later. It’s definitely one of the best in the world! All of you can buy it directly from me and I’ll sell you at a loss! Since we’re all..."

"The only reason I came here is for the mask," a deep voice suddenly interrupted their conversation.

It was Garen.

He who had not spoken at all from the very beginning had ruined Allen Hill’s moment as he stared pointedly at Allen Hill through the mask.

Allen’s smile froze and Rod’s smile looked very awkward as well.

"I’ve told you that I don’t have any mask here. Where did you obtain such a rumor?" Allen frowned as he stared at Garen, trying to see the face under the mask.

"Where I heard it doesn’t matter. What matters is you need to hand over the mask to me. I can owe you a favor," Garen said softly. Although his voice was soft, it gave off an oppression so strong that everyone felt it was very forceful.

"I’ve said that there’s no mask here. Do you understand human language?" Allen Hill’s face turned sour without any hesitation.

"Calm down calm down!!" Rod immediately tried to calm both of them down, "We’re all allies here so there’s no need to make the situation worse."

"Since Rod is here, I’ll do him a favor and give you another chance," Garen’s gaze turned cold, "Hand over the mask."

"Or else what?" Allen Hill stood up as he casually ripped off his shirt, revealing his muscles. He pushed Rod away. "How dare you threaten me under my territory?"

"Give me some face. Calm down!!" Rod finally shouted, "We’re all allies! Can’t we sit down and settle this nicely?"

Allen Hill started to laugh coldly as he ignored Rod’s yelling. He walked directly to and stood in front of Garen and prodded Garen’s nose with his finger.

"Out of respect to Rod, you! Get the fuck out! Now! I will overlook anything that made me unhappy a few moments ago."

Garen stood up and both of them stared at each other in the eyes. Garen’s height was similar to Allen Hill’s.

Boom!!

Suddenly a thunder-like explosion roared.

Allen Hill, who had been standing in front of Garen, was sent flying out like a cannonball. His body crashed onto the villa’s left wall and was stuck in it with his limbs spread wide.

Ahh!!

As the female servant screamed, Rod’s jaw dropped as he didn’t know how to react at all. As he was about to walked up to them and stopped them from quarreling, Garen’s right hand moved at lightning speed and gave him a good punch. His right hand was like a sledgehammer as it descended on Allen Hill’s body. That instant explosion made him shiver from head to toe and his ears were still buzzing from the explosion even now.

Ugh...

Allen Hill moaned as he held his head and climbed down from the wall. He wasn’t injured from the attack at all.

However, the moment he stabilized himself, he was then picked up by Garen by the head and slammed into the wall once more.

Boom!!

A hole was punched through the villa’s wall, revealing the sunlight from the outside.

"Kill him!!" Allen Hill shouted as he struggled. He was trying his best to get away from Garen’s grasp but to no avail. His modified strength was no match for Garen.

"Kill him!!! Su Lanjing!!" He screamed.

He was then held up in the sky by Garen.

Boom.

A faint gunshot was heard.

Garen turned around as his hand that which was holding Allen Hill up was shot with a dark red bullet, which seemed to be glowing red.

Suddenly, a sparked flashed and the black bullet exploded.

Garen didn’t react to the explosion as he carried Allen Hill towards where the shots were fired.

The micro explosions from the bullets were completely ineffective against him.

Although Rod had seen Garen’s horrifying side against White Phoenix, he still couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw it again.

Allen Hill started to squirm in Garen’s grasp like an eel and landed softly on the floor.

As he stood up firmly, he glared at Garen. His right hand expanded and the layer of skin strangely peeled off, transforming his right hand into a black squid-like tentacle. The tentacle was a few meters long and was as agile as a whip as it came after Garen.

The sticky fluid that came off from the tentacle dripped onto the floor. White smoke started to appear and a rotten smell started to spread around the room.

Clap!

Garen grabbed hold of the tentacle with one hand and pulled it with all his might as he slammed Allen Hill onto the ground like a heavyweight.

Boom!!!

The floor was pierced through and a crater was formed in the cement floor as rubble flew everywhere.

"Have mercy!! Have mercy!!!" Allen Hill begged with a rather intelligible tone. A huge amount of red and white fluids were flowing out from his body. Some of them even splattered the wall, rotting into it holes of different sizes.

Garen stopped his action and threw Allen Hill to one corner like a ragged cloth.

This guy had undergone through some biosurgery and turned himself into something inhuman. However, his strength was hovering somewhere around two points, which equaled to about one ton of force. What made him terrifying was the sticky fluid with a strong rotting capability.

Even Garen, who had seven points of Vitality, felt his hand was on fire when he grabbed hold of the tentacle. It was as if there were countless small worms burrowing into his skin and it was very uncomfortable.

He casually wiped off the fluid on his hand. He then noticed that the door of the villa had been breached as a swarm of mechanical weapons aimed at him. There even were sniper rifles’ red dots covering his entire body.

"Consider it once more. I’m not interested in your research. Hand over the mask and I’ll let this off out of respect for Rod," Garen stared at Allen Hill who was trying to get up.

His control was very good as the fluid didn’t hit anyone in the vicinity. Instead, only the furniture and sofa was stained.

Cough cough cough....

Allen Hill was coughing badly as his eyes were filled with blood. As his head had been hit severely, his skin had ripped apart, revealing his white skull. White fluids kept flowing out from the side of his lips, which seemed to be a fluid with stronger corrosion.

"We’ll stop here for the day."

Garen was lazy to search for the mask himself, hence he looked at Rod.

The latter was filled with hopelessness. Originally, he planned to deal it out peacefully and wished to discuss with Garen in hope that he had full authority in this matter. He didn’t expect the situation would turn out like this.

"Let’s go," Garen patted his hands. His shirt was completely clean as if he didn’t fight someone at all. His black suit was in perfect condition.

On the other hand, Allen Hill’s white jeans were ragged and smeared with dirt.

Two of them walked out of the door.

A black woman appeared behind Rod out of nowhere. She stared at Garen, then Allen who was on the floor before she followed behind Rod without a word.

The gunners who were by the door aimed anxiously at Garen, Rod and the woman. Some of them were so nervous that they gulped, fingers stiff and trembling.

Allen Hill who was on the ground secretly opened his mouth as he aimed at Garen’s back. Inside his mouth was a rolled green tongue similar to that of a frog as he glared at Garen sinisterly.

Pew!!

A faint shockwave was directed at Garen’s back.

Roar!!

Garen turned his head as the dragon’s shadow flashed, creating a shockwave around him. It was as if the roar of a monster had pushed the dark green tongue behind him away from his back and diverted it to the oil painting on the wall.

Garen scoffed as he stared at Allen Hill who was on the ground. He then walked out of the main door while Rod and the woman followed tightly from behind.

The gunners who were by the door were terrified by the roar. Their legs gave in as they trembled on the ground.

As Allen Hill stared at Garen’s back, he tried to hold himself up but to no avail as his legs were trembling very hard despite his attempts to regain control of them.

He was trying his best to suppress the fear in him but the fear instilled by the roar kept reappearing in his mind.

"Damn it!" he slammed the ground as he fell to the ground once more.

Two people came down from the second floor of the villa.

One of them was Mole while the other was a female. Both of them were in white shirts and their expressions were horrified.

"My custom made bullets can’t even pierce through his skin..." the lady seemed to be in her thirties. She had average facial figures and slightly yellow skin. She was obviously from the East.

"I admit defeat..." Allen Hill moaned painfully, "Nighthawk King..." He was trying so hard to suppress the fear in his heart that he didn’t realize his voice was trembling.

"Are we just going to hand it over to him just like that? The mask has completely fused with the roots. We can’t take it out without damaging it!" Mole walked over to hold up Allen with a pale face.

"Give it to him! I don’t want to see him anymore! He’s the definition of crazy....!" Allen Hill didn’t realize that deep in his heart, he was so traumatized that he couldn’t win Garen at all. That man’s strength was like an inflating balloon, which kept getting bigger and bigger. The more he thought about it, the more he didn’t want to get himself into it.

Unconsciously, the seed of fear had been planted deep into his soul by Garen.