Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Loser System and Berserker Me
Nightmare Assault
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
My Iyashikei Game
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 285 - You've Done It Again; Defeating The Black Demonic Dragon
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 71: What Army?
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 550: Many Things in Life Can't Be Figured Out
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 200: She’s a Fool
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1036- Be under me or die
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 248: Name
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 169: Beauty
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1035- Desolate Land
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 883: One Versus One Hundred (1)
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 284 - Violent Mu Xianxian
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 549: Detachment Is Naturally Difficult When You're a Part of the Secular World
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 199: The Sindhi Lady
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1034- Ice Crystal Path
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 168: Amazing
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 247: Sides
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1033- Historic Siege Chariot
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 283 - A Dozen-Plus Demonic Dragon Halls With A Dozen-Plus Bosses
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 70: Yaine Was Right, Pretty Things Are Deceptive
When the carriage landed, Xing Mo opened the door, opened her umbrella, and stepped onto the wet cobblestone road.
The Docklands in the pouring rain felt like a steam oven, with rain battering the streets, raising thin mist that mixed with the steam drifting from the factories, creating a scent somewhere between vapor and charcoal.
Xing Mo instinctively covered her nose, while Lucius opened his umbrella, an unfazed expression on his face.
In the middle of the torrential rain, Lucius shouted half-jokingly: "In this downpour, Sir Derek Larson shouldn't turn us away, right?"
Xing Mo looked up at the factory before them: gray stone bricks interwove with slightly rusty pipes, resembling diseased lungs.
From time to time, an animal cry would come from within the factory, accompanied by a flash of lightning in the sky.
"Is that a narwhal cry?" Xing Mo frowned.
"It seems our animal friend isn't feeling well." Lucius adjusted his hat with a hand, "Let's go."
When they walked up to the factory's iron gate, Lucius approached the guard booth and tapped the glass: "Mister, we are friends of Sir Derek Larson, here to visit. Would you mind notifying him?"
The elderly guard glanced at Lucius and waved him away.
Upon seeing this, Lucius gave Xing Mo a helpless smile: "It seems the good Sir doesn't wish to see us."
Then, he took a couple of steps back, drew his wand, and swiftly brandished it in the gate's direction—
Boom—
Golden starlight burst out and shattered the iron gate into pieces in an instant, sending black bars flying in different directions.
The elderly guard in the booth was startled, then grabbed a rifle from the booth and stormed out, cursing at Lucius: "This is Sir Derek Larson’s private property! You're trespassing!"
"Ha-ha, apologies. A true gentleman needs morning exercise. Although, mine may be a bit rough." Lucius raised his hands, a conciliatory smile on his face.
A dozen-plus guards—some holding rifles, others holding the leashes of vicious dogs— emerged from the factory's main entrance, crosse
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