In the corner of the room, there is a model shelf resembling a bookshelf. Aside from a few scattered books, it's filled with various models. Motorcycles are predominant, cars supplementary. There are also some models of cold weapons. Each one is extremely exquisite. It's even safe to say they're scaled down proportionally. Fresh chapters posted on novel·fire·net The handlebars of the motorcycle and car doors can move, and the swords among the cold weapons can be unsheathed. Jason's gaze swept over these models one by one. Finally, it stopped on a motorcycle model. This motorcycle has a sidecar, and overall appears black. It looks as exquisite as any other model. At least to the 'Old man', Lauren Delder, Andek, and Euler, it seems that way. But the four know that Jason wouldn't stare at something for no reason. Andek raised his right hand, waved slightly backward to signal the others to retreat, and took a deep drag on his cigar. The flame spread across the cigar. After the cigar was visibly shortened, the deputy commander of the Freedom Army puffed out a thick cloud of smoke. The smoke didn't disperse. Instead, it formed into a palm shape. Glancing at Jason, after he nodded in signal, this smoky palm reached straight for the motorcycle with a sidecar. Just as the smoky palm was about to grab the motorcycle model, a chilling roar emanated from the model. Like it would pierce the eardrums. Moreover, a gut-wrenching force rose within the listener's body. The 'Old man', whose inner alarm had sounded, hurriedly exited the room, flipping over and crashing hard to the ground. Lauren Delder and Euler rapidly retreated. The former left the room, grabbing the 'Old man', ready to flee at any moment. The latter leaned against the wall, eyes fixed intently on the model. Andek did not retreat a step, furrowing his brow as the smoky palm clenched onto the sidecar motorcycle model. The sidecar motorcycle shattered directly. Then, a translucent figure appeared there. It was a translucent figure whose face couldn't be discerned. However, this seemingly void figure had a tiny snail shell hanging around its neck, from which words streamed melodiously— Th link to the orign of this information rsts n Nov3lFre.et Ȑ𝙖Ꞑò𝐛Ęṩ "I thought it would take you at least a day or two to discover this 'little gift'." "Yet you've found it so quickly." "Just as you conquered my base in just an hour, truly surprising." The voice belonged to 'Jing'. The opposite spoke in a praising tone. But hearing such a tone, Euler flew into a rage. Euler shouted angrily. "We can talk about anything, even if Lag has died." 'Jing' looked conciliatory. But these words completely infuriated Euler. If Euler had simply been furious before. At this point, Euler's eyes were bloodshot. Ignoring the strange sensations in his body, he charged at the translucent shadow, but barely took a step before Andek stopped him. Another smoky arm brutally threw Euler out the door. The deputy commander of the Freedom Army barked before turning his attention to the translucent shadow. Simultaneously, more smoky arms appeared around Andek. Then, they all lunged at that translucent shadow together. The translucent shadow stood motionless. Letting attacks land on its body. Each time a smoky arm attacked, ripples spread across the translucent shadow. The shadow appeared completely unaffected. Whether it was palms striking or pounding. The result was the same. "Can't we sit down and talk?" "After all, I too was once part of the Freedom Army..." He interrupted 'Jing's' words. As the deputy commander of the Freedom Army, he absolutely wouldn't allow 'Jing' to continue speaking. Although it was the truth. It was also shameful. Even considered taboo. Everyone present knew it too. A tower constructed of faith, stained black. Because it stands beneath the sunlight. But this doesn't mean it can be shrouded by darkness. Even in the depths of night. Darkness appearing is not permitted. Because that is when it shines itself. Guiding the lost in darkness. The light it brings must show the way for all in darkness. Because that is their last remaining hope. From the completely smoke-formed arms, numerous sparks suddenly burst forth, and flames erupted from each arm. Formed a dense web of flames, instantly engulfing the translucent shadow. Another chilling, tragic scream. The translucent shadow, seemingly unable to endure the pain, lunged straight towards a nearby screen. And the snail shell hanging around its neck turned towards the shelf. Two more smoky arms appeared.