I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property

"Zhou Boquan, you... you know each other?" Bills, clutching his severed arm, barely managed to stand up, and the other severely injured psychics also helped each other to move behind Zhou Boquan, as if only he could give them a semblance of safety.

"Why do you think I left my homeland and Realm Island?" Zhou Boquan lowered his voice and said.

People from the Supernaturals Alliance had heard that this man named Zhou Boquan came from a very mystical place called Realm Island, an area rich in energy with excellent conditions for cultivation, almost like a land for divine beings.

But recently, something had happened on Realm Island, which led to some differences between Zhou Boquan and the rulers of the island, prompting him and others to leave.

"Does this have something to do with Zhang Menglong?" Karls asked.

"Exactly," Zhou Boquan said with a bitter smile. "He drove us all out of the core area of Realm Island and even turned it into his own resort. He's nothing but a bandit!"

Zhou Boquan, for the sake of saving face, didn't mention that it was the people of Realm Island who had provoked Zhang Menglong first, who had entered the island to rescue someone.

Upon hearing this news, Karls and the others found it even harder to breathe.

He had heard from Zhou Boquan that on Realm Island he wasn't the strongest, as there were several elders with far more unfathomable powers above him.

What kind of person was Zhou Boquan? A Level Five Heavenly Originator, who, if placed thousands of years ago, could have been considered a deity. Looking at all the psychics and Ancient Martial Artists worldwide, no one could withstand a single attack from him!

He was that formidable, so how strong must the other elders on Realm Island and the owner of the island be? Weren't they powerful enough to dispatch a child with a single punch?

Such a place had been forcefully turned by Zhang Menglong into his personal "colony". Doesn't that prove that Zhang Menglong's strength was absolutely top-tier even among the Heavenly Originators?

So what were they doing here? Were they courting death? Did those damned politicians not bother to investigate his background before asking them to take action?

Just now, Zhang Menglong's move, Buddha's Fury Lotus, had crushed their psychological defenses, and this news had plunged them into despair.

No wonder Zhang Menglong had seemed so indifferent from the start; he was utterly invincible, so of course, he didn't care!

Not to mention 300 top-tier god-like psychics – even if there were 3,000 or even 30,000 of them, what difference would it make? There wasn't a single capable fighter among them; more numbers were just more to be effortlessly defeated, why would he even consider running away?

Now Karls finally understood why Zhang Menglong's girlfriend was so calm when she called, and didn't even worry a bit about her boyfriend's safety. Perhaps she was also a master; she never thought for a moment that Zhang Menglong might be in any trouble!

Think about it, if your boyfriend went out to step on an anthill, would you worry about him being killed by ants? Of course not!

"Got your cellphone?" Zhang Menglong patted Zhou Boquan's chest. "Let me borrow it!"

"Yes, yes!" Zhou Boquan quickly took out his mobile phone and handed it to Zhang Menglong with both hands, even trembling continuously, "Mr. Zhang, what do you mean by borrowing? It's just a phone. If you like it, just take it!"

"Do I lack the money for a cellphone?" Zhang Menglong gave Zhou Boquan a glance and then dialed Lu Yiyao's number, directly starting a video call.

"Menglong, are you alright? Why couldn't I suddenly reach you just now?" Lu Yiyao asked; the call had dropped halfway, and even though she knew it was almost impossible for anything to happen to Zhang Menglong, she was still somewhat worried.

"Oh, no problem, just accidentally smashed my phone." Zhang Menglong replied.

"Junior brother, how are you? Did those people do anything to you?" Zhang Menglong's seniors were almost pressing their faces against the phone.

"Not at all, they were quite welcoming, even inviting me to dinner," Zhang Menglong made up, while giving those psychics a close-up with his phone.

Anyone believing his words would be fooling themselves. Though Zhang Menglong acted as if nothing had happened, to say nothing had happened when they all could see, did they really think they were blind?

The stretch of road they had just passed was now scorched earth; the plain road had disappeared, looking as if it had suffered a terrorist attack.

And those hundred or so psychics who were still alive were all drenched in blood, as if they had just returned from fighting in Syria.

You're telling me nothing just happened? That must be a blatant lie!

"Menglong, I saw everything, there's blood everywhere. Have you guys started fighting?" Zhang Menglong's senior sister's eyes misted with a layer of water.

"No, how could we, how could we possibly start fighting?" Zhang Menglong aimed the camera at the psychics, "Guys, you came to invite me to dinner, right?"

Zhang Menglong, holding a fireball in one hand, eyed them tigerishly. If they said "no," he would immediately hurl the fireball at them.

"Yes, yes, yes, we are here to invite Mr. Zhang to visit our country."

"That's right, Mr. Zhang has a great reputation, and we all hold immense respect for him. We were just joking with Mr. Zhang earlier."

The group of psychics immediately replied with smiles on their faces, using their broken Huaxia language.

But seriously, who jokes around holding a rocket launcher? Could it be that Zhang Menglong had subdued them again without their knowledge?

Considering the previous encounters during the journey, everyone was becoming more baffled by Zhang Menglong. It seemed that no matter the situation, he could always resolve it effortlessly.

Moreover, it appeared that Zhang Menglong was not at a disadvantage now; he had even become the dominant figure at the scene.

"Alright, I'll let you know in advance if I am coming back."

Zhang Menglong hung up the phone, and the atmosphere at the scene instantly became even more tense.

Except for Zhou Boquan, everyone else looked dead and alive, and it was clear that Zhou had been dealt with by Zhang Menglong before. Would such a person still dare oppose Zhang Menglong?

"Mr. Zhang, look, your friends are anxious for you to return. Why don't you go back first?" Zhou Boquan said cautiously.

"No, how can I go back?" Zhang Menglong said righteously, "You came with a mission, and if I don't go back with you, you'll fail to report your progress, failing your KPIs. If you don't meet your KPIs, you won't get your salary, and without a salary, you won't be able to support your family. I can't just watch your family fall apart, right?"

Saying this, Zhang Menglong began to move forward, "Please make sure to take me back!"

As Zhang Menglong took his first step, they began to step back in unison, as if they were not facing a single person, but an entire army.

At that moment, Zhou Boquan understood. Zhang Menglong was not considering their welfare at all! He wanted to meet the mastermind behind these repeated actions against him!

If they really took Zhang Menglong back, the consequences would be unimaginable, but if they didn't, they would have to meet their Maker!

At that moment, Bills's communicator rang.

"Bills, how are things going? Did you capture Zhang Menglong?"

The scene suddenly fell silent.

Bills looked at Zhang Menglong, not knowing what to say.

Zhang Menglong smiled at him, nodded his head slightly, and rubbed out another massive fireball.

"Captured... we captured him!" Bills hurriedly said, "We lost half of our people, and only after Mr. Zhou took action were we able to subdue him."

"Lost half?" The voice on the other end was very surprised, clearly not expecting Zhang Menglong to be so tough, "But capturing him is worth it. Bring him back. He must still have a lot of secrets on him. This time, this troublemaker must be completely dealt with!"

"I'll send a special aircraft right away. The people of South Africa will fully cooperate with you."

"Yes!"

After ending the communication, Bills looked helplessly towards Zhang Menglong.

"What are you waiting for? Hurry up and tie me up! I'm thinking of your welfare!"