A monster that looked like a giant centipede burst out from underground, but before it could unleash its power, it was blasted into two pieces by a burst of blazing flames from Hugh King. As if in response, countless strange beasts suddenly appeared on the previously empty highway. Hugh King wasn’t as fast as Finn James, nor was he surrounded by crackling lightning like Eli Quinn, with overwhelming power. However, the flames he casually unleashed were highly explosive, and as he fought his way through the chaos, he looked truly formidable. Lincoln Faulkner couldn’t help but feel envious watching him.

However, when crisis struck, he still knew that hiding behind Hugh King was a much better way to survive than trying to play the hero himself.

Suddenly, in the midst of dodging the monsters’ attacks, Lincoln Faulkner remembered something and asked, “Since time is so tight, why did we waste so much time in the clothing store? Wouldn’t it have been better to run earlier?”

“That? Hmm…”

Hugh King leapt forward and replied nonchalantly, “Only after we sent out the signal from our side did the other party know that 《勾离》 was in your hands. That’s when the hunt began. So wasting a bit of time at the start doesn’t matter!”

“What?”

Lincoln Faulkner completely lost it. Facing a giant wasp that swooped down from the sky, he didn’t even think—he just punched.

A surge of heat rose from his dantian, triggering a stream of warmth through countless meridians in his body, instantly converging and erupting with astonishing destructive force. The wasp hadn’t even gotten close before the force of Lincoln Faulkner’s punch blasted it into a pulp with a loud splat, showering the area with a rain of bloody gore.

“When did I get this strong?” After landing the punch, Lincoln Faulkner was actually stunned.

Dozens of blazing fireballs swirled around Hugh King, and in the blink of an eye, he had blown the nearby monsters to pieces. He grabbed the dazed Lincoln Faulkner and took off running.

“These monsters are all created by someone’s magic, or ordinary creatures forced to grow huge. They’re not very powerful—just here to cause trouble. The people hunting us probably hadn’t received definite news until just now. They should be on their way here now. Don’t waste time on these things.”

“That person who’s supposed to be my savior—who exactly are they? Why would they definitely save me?”

After breaking through a layer of encirclement, Lincoln Faulkner seized the moment to ask another question.

Hugh King answered simply, “Sorry, I only know the human name Brian Lee. He’s the most powerful monster in this city. I know nothing else.”

“Oh no, King Clifford has found us. Damn! I’m definitely going to get killed. Even King Brown is here.”

Every word from Hugh King made Lincoln Faulkner’s heart skip a beat. By the end, he felt like his heart was about to shatter. He didn’t have time to ask any more questions.

“Brian Lee! The most powerful monster in this city? The dark forces?” Lincoln Faulkner’s mind was filled with all this chaotic information, and he felt it was even more unbelievable than a Britney Spears nude passion concert.

They hadn’t run far when Lincoln Faulkner saw an ordinary-looking middle-aged man standing on the highway, clearly blocking their way. This man, dressed in a jacket and jeans, looked no different from any regular human—except for the gloomy aura emanating from his entire body.

Even a rookie like Lincoln Faulkner could sense a strange force radiating around the man. The cars, already in chaos from the monster attacks, were all repelled within ten meters of him—none could get close. The situation was extremely bizarre. Clearly, this ordinary-looking man was anything but ordinary.

In contrast to the man’s indifferent expression, Hugh King looked extremely tense. Facing this mysterious enemy, his whole body was taut, ready to strike at any moment. From Hugh King’s stance, Lincoln Faulkner was reminded of Master Wong Fei-hung—it seemed Hugh King’s kung fu skills were truly “divine and extraordinary.”

The enigmatic middle-aged man said coldly, “I don’t know who you are! But you’d better hand over that thing right now. Otherwise, there’s no way you’ll escape this calamity today. Even if someone’s backing you, they wouldn’t dare offend the International Demon Federation.”

Hugh King’s bright eyes stared unblinkingly at the man’s every move, not daring to be distracted by answering. He also knew that not a single word from this man could be trusted. As a notorious figure in their circle, the man’s ruthlessness was well known.

His habit of leaving no survivors made Hugh King certain that even if he handed over what the man wanted, the outcome would be no different.

At this point, Lincoln Faulkner didn’t dare say a word. In a showdown between experts, even the slightest distraction could get Hugh King killed by the enemy. That would be a grievance he’d carry all the way to the underworld.

The middle-aged man, getting no response, grew impatient. He said, “Fine! I was going to let you go for the sake of our kind, but now you can’t blame me. You’ll pay the price you deserve.”

With that, the man took a step forward, closing the distance to Hugh King, and threw a punch.