Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Nightmare Assault
Horror Game Designer
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
I, The Dragon Overlord
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 356: The Most Special Me
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 277: Enough
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1232- Both of us know
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 970: Shameless
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1231- Familiar person
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 343 - Kill Or Be Killed
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 39.1
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 644: That Sword Is Merely 90% Complete
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3844: Assassination
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 276: Bride
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 355: The Most Normal Me
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1230- Everyone's world
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 969: White Bone Divine Lord
The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God
Book 01 Chapter 07.13 - Red Epiphyllum
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 342 - The Foundational Battle Over 600 Years Ago
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 38.2
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1229- Cloud Peak defense system
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 643.2: The Temple Master Isn't Invincible, the Great Sword Immortal Has Already Entered the City - Part 2
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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