How Can This Lose

Lost the bet?

After they reacted, they turned to look at another member of the organization. This man had maintained a cold attitude throughout, and few people could avoid thinking negatively.

Perhaps the old man and child couldn't arrive for other reasons. This time the members had a disagreement, so the two made a bet, which ended with their side failing to help them?

"Don't misunderstand," the burly man said, seemingly seeing through their thoughts. He added, "The task of saving the lives of the people of Duoheluo Country is given to you. We'll deal with the monsters and the followers of the Stolen Operators."

"We both have offensive-type abilities and can't protect ordinary people's lives. So we made a bet that if you could detect the danger, we'd let you assist from the side."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. If the mysterious organization didn't help, they would have to shelve this matter.

The last time the masked group acted, everyone opened their domains. They saw it clearly in the video. Trying to overwhelm the opposition with numbers was an unrealistic fantasy.

This wasn't their country, after all. It wasn't yet at the point where they needed to sacrifice their lives.

And what about the Stolen Operators?

Another new term, sounding very similar to "Shared Operators."

From the name alone, one could see the difference in ideologies between the two organizations.

Qi Yunzheng and Wu Zhenhua exchanged a glance, everything understood without words. It was a legitimate opportunity to build good relations; only someone with a problem in their head would refuse.

"There are others who have come here besides us. Could they also participate?"

Indeed, if the strong were to establish good relations with Dragon Country alone, it would benefit the nation. But there was no need to risk botching the job and sacrificing the lives of subordinates.

It would be better to sell goodwill to other countries and share the risk.

"Haha, of course. This is your work, I won't meddle unnecessarily," the burly man said indifferently. "We'll leave the matter to you. We'll take our leave first."

With that, the two disappeared from everyone's sight.

The duty team members, who had been afraid to breathe, began to discuss in low voices after the mysterious organization left, keeping an eye on Qi Yunzheng's movements, waiting for his orders.

Qi Yunzheng pondered for a moment, "Contact the other countries and explain the situation to them... Wait, spread the news around. If Sakura Island, San Zhu, and other countries want to come, we don't need to refuse them."

Old Yu had reminded him before departure that if they could establish a connection with the mysterious organization, they should try to involve other countries as much as possible. With public opinion developing to the point where almost the entire internet was aware, even if they didn't say anything, other countries would keep a close watch on the five major countries.

It would be better to do them a favor than to have others reap the benefits while they did all the hard work in front.

Of course, if Dragon Country really wanted to cover things up, there were ways to do so. But with monsters still not vanquished, there was no need for humans to fight among themselves.

If it came to the point where all countries laid their cards on the table and shared information to restore the truth, the human battle of wits would seem laughable.

The duty team members all agreed and immediately sprang into action.

Soon after, various countries received messages from Dragon Country and sent back responses. A rudimentary division of rescue areas was quickly drawn up.

Facing the duty team ready for departure, Qi Yunzheng instructed once more: "After entering Duoheluo Country, disperse according to the assigned areas. In regions close to the Gumantong-infected border, if monster elimination goes smoothly, immediately evacuate the local people outwards."

"Yes, sir!" The duty team responded in unison, their loud voices echoing throughout the area.

At the same time, support from various countries launched attacks on the monsters within Duoheluo Country.

Cars, helicopters, supernatural abilities, and other means of transportation brought support to various parts of Duoheluo Country. This land of death, after many years, once again ignited the fires of war between humans and monsters.

"Kill!"

Different languages, yet equally inspiring. The well-equipped ability users now looked just like war gods, sweeping through these monsters who had enjoyed years of comfortable living and lacked combat experience.

Bernice and Blaine's initial excitement gradually faded with the fires of war and the countless expressionless faces, as they recorded these heavy scenes with their cameras.

Unnoticed, pairs of identical eyes watched this land, with mental networks relaying feedback from various locations.

"The time has come, we can begin."

"The actors are in place, make sure the scene is grand. Spectacle is most important."

The High Priest, located in the palace of Duoheluo Country's capital, sneered and said mockingly, "The uninvited guests have arrived."

The masked figures rose silently, all gathering behind the High Priest except for those amplifying the Gumantong.

The Gumantong, unaware that its reign was already over, stared blankly at the masked figures.

"People have come, speed up," the voice of the masked figure with mental abilities echoed in its brain. The Gumantong was jolted but didn't feel much worry or fear.

It firmly believed that no one could withstand the pressure of that person, and with the High Priest's terrifying strength, how could it lose this game?

With such powerful teammates, it could win even while lying down!

...

The cabin door was wide open, and Jeanna stood at the doorway, looking down at the distant buildings. If anything unusual happened, she could reach the monster's domain nearby in no time.

She wasn't sure why Dragon Country had certified Qi Yuan as SS-class. Everyone who had experienced the New York City incident knew he had already reached SSS-class, but this didn't affect Jeanna's perception of Qi Yuan's strength.

Through a screen, that sense of shock always felt somewhat unreal. She needed to personally experience the level of combat between SSS-class individuals.

Using their strength as a reference, she could roughly judge Qi Yuan's true power.

Jeanna glanced at the time and ordered, "We've stayed here long enough, head directly inward."

This Gumantong monster, once it acted, created such a vast domain. Even if there was internal conflict, it was completely invisible from the outside.

Entering the domain, a large amount of mist permeated the air, visibility obscured by grayish-green fog. Instinct told Jeanna that danger was close at hand. She immediately warned everyone and used her ability to protect herself.

Buddhist light penetrated through the grayish-green mist, yet the people in the helicopter inexplicably felt an eerie sensation, as if this wasn't really Buddhist light, but ghostly shadows peering at them through the mist.

"As expected..."

Jeanna summoned her holy knight, its divine radiance dispersing the surrounding mist. She said, "This mist is poisonous, everyone be careful."

After this warning, she said no more, focusing her attention elsewhere.

Someone had already entered the domain and was restraining the Gumantong, which was why they weren't attacked upon entering the domain.

However...

The domain still existed, proving that the new members of the mysterious organization mentioned by Dragon Country had also failed to kill the Gumantong.

After the ability users responsible for support and protection jumped from the helicopter, Jeanna urged the pilot, "Speed up! I'll provide cover for you."

Upon receiving Jeanna's order, the speed ability user and enhancement ability user applied their abilities to the helicopter, and it accelerated towards the capital.

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