Host, Please Be Honest! What Exactly Are You?

Chapter 535  Rogue Helpers

8:15 PM. The setting sun left a picturesque hue that gave the golden sands a look of mystery. They say nighttime in the desert is quite dangerous if one isn't fully prepared. Mother nature was cruel, even to its own. And accompanying the scenic view, were the rambles of men and women forcefully thrown far out of their camps. It just wasn't fair. Who gave these people the right to treat them the way they did? Many had barrels of complaints stored in their systems but dared not push their luck. Fuck! Have you forgotten the mighty King Kong Barbies and men who were now sitting cross-legged in a wide circular formation around the space? These people say with closed eyes, but intuition tells them that should they dare to move an inch forward, they would be the ones crying. The terrifying thing was that until they were thrown out, many didn't even know when their weapons had been confiscated. Oh yes~

That's right! These despicable bastards had taken their weapons and used a few of their tents to store the weapons as though they were Santa Claus carrying giant Christmas gifts away. Many grumbled with blankets over their bodies, feeling the cold breeze blowing over them. The desert was quite a strange place. During the day, it made one feel like taking off their pants and going for a swim. But at night, the temperatures dropped drastically fast. It was still warm, but perhaps because their bodies had been used to the boiling sun, the withdrawal of the excess heat made them feel cold. However, although these people dared not challenge the might of these disciples after repeated failures, they still contacted their superiors, alerting them of the shameless and bold actions of Dorian's group, as well as Britannia and other countries who supported Dorian's actions. "That's right, sir! They dared to throw us out, stomping on our Czar country's face!"

"Villains, sir! They forcefully took our weapons and even destroyed some of our tents to store the weapons away."

"Sir, if I may be bold… I suspect they want to check out weapon technology, and secretly prepare themselves for the upcoming Global Military Competitions." … The General, Hitchcoff, Miguel, Harvey and even Ashaku were dumbfounded by the scripts Dorian and his group were playing. That is, what sort of rogue gangster methods were these? (>>°π°)

They didn't know whether to laugh or cry when hearing the loud conversations others had with their superiors. Those people thrown out were yelling so loud you could hear their voices miles away. They were purposefully yelling, wanting to intimate and frighten Dorian. Harvey and his group shook their heads, feeling their actions were quite pointless. They felt that if Dorian wasn't the sort to be frightened by their superiors, he would have long used cautionary actions when sending them out. But the fact that he threw them away, leaving them with no face, meant he couldn't give 2 Fs who their superiors were. Well, to be honest, the General and the others did tell them to leave on their own 2 feet and accord, before the other side took action. These people didn't care about the advice, and now look where it landed them. Looking at Dorian's group, the General and Hitchcoff quickly changed their first impressions of them. Who said you can't be strong if your hands were as soft as risen dough?

Who said you can't be a King Kong Barbie even when your skin and face are obviously so smooth with no blemishes? For the first time in their lives, they realized that one can be so strong even with high their faces and bodies were so soft. What's more, it was impressive how many languages these people knew. Over there, a girl over there with 2 cute pigtails, has spoken 14 languages in just this short time. Just how did these people do it? How do they find the time to train to such a level, as well as learn so much at their young ages?

If the General knew that the girl who he thought was 21, was actually 37, he might trip over his legs and fall in horror. Fuck! How can you tell him that the cute loli over there is a 37-year-old woman? Are you sure you're not blind or crazy? No amount of makeup or even cosmetic surgery could perform the miracle he had unintentionally seen. (+0+)

What he didn't know was that the girl would also get younger, no longer looking like 24, but 18 pretty pretty soon. As Dorian said, there were people over 600 years old who still looked 18, if they kept up with their cultivation right. There were beautiful exorcists in his former world who were hailed as Goddesses who maintained their bodies and figures for hundreds and hundreds of years. So this little change from 37 to 24 was nothing. …

"Where have I seen him before?" The General stared at Old Gia, wondering why he was so familiar to him. Even though years back, he had seen Old Gia when Old Gia was even younger-looking than his outer appearance, the General has kept up with the times, reading vital information and knowing what Old Gia's current public looks were. So he knew that Old Gia should be an old man now with full Gray hair and a slightly hunched back.

Even though Old Gia had kept his figure good all these years, age is still something no one can truly defy. He has seen Old Gia in newspapers and even on the TV too. So don't blame him for not recognizing the vibrant and well-fit middle-aged man with a physique that would make many envious. The General thought long and hard but still couldn't put a name to the face. Nonetheless, seeing Old Gia and several others signal for them to approach, the General quickly threw his thoughts behind him. "Guns…" What? They were to turn in their weapons before heading into the disaster hole? "I won't repeat myself." Nôv(el)B\\jnn

~Pach! Pach!

Many turned in their weapons when recalling what happened earlier. Welp! With such strong men by their sides, maybe they have a way of surviving? The leaders of all countries, even those thrown out, were also brought back into the space. And with that, the group was finally set to descend.

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