I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property

"Fuck, we've really run into a monster!"

Since joining the Supernaturals Alliance, Karls and his team had carried out quite a few missions already, and it wasn't the first or second time they encountered missions like this—to capture someone.

In the past, who didn't piss their pants at the sight of them? Some just took off running, and many more were so weak in the knees that they couldn't even muster the strength to run.

But today was different. Zhang Menglong not only drove straight at them but also dared to ask for compensation. Now, he was actually saying that without a luxury car and a private jet, he wouldn't go with them.

Come on, we're here to kidnap you, not to invite you out to dinner as a guest, okay? Can't you show us a tiny bit of fear? We're somewhat terrorists here, aren't we?

"It seems you're unwilling to cooperate," Karls and his team finally lost their patience. Capturing this guy was proving more exhausting than battling with other god-level Psychics for three hundred rounds. Fighting strained their bodies, but dealing with Zhang Menglong's incessant arguing was a torture on their minds.

Initially, they didn't understand why Zhang Menglong could incite the fury of 89 countries. But now he finally got it—even the most patient person would be infuriated talking with someone like Zhang Menglong.

"I don't care. Unless you meet those demands of mine, I am not going with you," Zhang Menglong shook his head, "You say just go with you as if it's that simple? Where's my dignity in that?"

"Then don't blame us for getting physical. The order was just to capture you alive; they didn't say anything about keeping you in one piece, you…"

"This bowl is huge

Don't let vanity get the best of you

Honest words

This wide bowl of noodles is also very expensive

Hold off on speaking

Don't want to give you a chance to retaliate yet

Let's just disperse

…"

They were just about to make their move when Zhang Menglong's phone suddenly rang.

"Hold on, let me take this call first!"

With that, Zhang Menglong didn't give them a chance to react and answered the call directly.

"Be careful, he might be calling for backup!" the others immediately said, alert.

"Humph! Let him call for backup. What does it matter?" Karls said, "Our preparations this time are foolproof, even if he calls in Huaxia's Martial God, he's not leaving here unscathed today!"

"Hahaha, let him make the call. People like him, who are all talk, only understand when they truly experience despair. Only then will he behave."

"What's a few minutes going to hurt?"

...

"It's my girlfriend on the phone." Zhang Menglong pointed at his phone, then communicated to them in lip-reading.

The five of them instantly had black lines on their foreheads. What had they done wrong? Not only did they have to endure Zhang Menglong's mental attacks, but now they also had to deal with his love life?

"Don't hold me back, I'm going to kill him!" a red-headed guy named Xiayak was on the verge of collapse.

"Don't act rashly," Karls said, "He might just be trying to provoke us. Remember, Zhang Menglong has the ability to blow up a squadron of fighter jets."

Karls analyzed. "He's merely a Level Five Ancient Martial Artist. Even if he has some special equipment, he won't hurt us. But, he might have some passive defense gear or weapons. If we let anger lower our guard, we might suffer for it!"

Xiayak suddenly realized why Karls had been holding back; he had been worried about this!

Indeed, they had once faced a Psychic much weaker than them during a mission, but he was equipped with a weapon powered by supernatural energy. In close combat, the enemy suddenly activated this weapon, killing one of their colleagues on the spot.

If Zhang Menglong didn't have a backup plan, how could he remain so calm? Thus, Karls' analysis made sense.

And a phone call alone wouldn't change the situation, just as Karls had said; they were fully prepared this time.

The Psychics of South Africa were on their side; Zhang Menglong wasn't going to get any help, and even if he did, the powerful Easterner from Realm Island could handle all unexpected situations.

"Oh, how is it going, have you guys reached the hotel?" It seemed like Zhang Menglong turned on the speakerphone just to annoy them.

"Yeah, we've reached the hotel, just trying to decide what to eat tonight."

"Menglong/brother, are you okay?" After just a few words, Zhang Menglong's fellow brothers and sisters from the world asked concernedly.

"What's the matter, how could I be in any trouble?"

"Menglong, you're too impulsive, they are terrorists, how can you risk your life to cover our retreat?"

"I know, do you still have bodyguards protecting you all the time? Have you already taken them all out?"

"Oh, not yet," Zhang Menglong said calmly, "I'm surrounded by them now. They said they want to capture me alive and take me back."

"What?"

"Menglong, you... I'll call the police right away!"

"It's no use, I've already called them, but their attitude was dismissive as if they don't care about our lives at all. Delamini and Grave aren't answering their phones at all, I suspect they're involved too."

"Menglong, you..."

"Menglong, when are you coming back? Should we wait for you for dinner?" Unlike others who were anxious, Lu Yiyao's voice was unusually calm, as if Zhang Menglong hadn't been kidnapped but had merely gone on a visit.

"I probably won't come back, don't save dinner for me today, we'll see about tomorrow."

"Okay, then we'll go ahead and eat. We plan to go to the harbor tonight, and tomorrow I'll take my fellow disciples to look at a few gold and diamond mines, I haven't seen them either."

"Right, let Hong Yi make those arrangements, I've got to go now, love you, mua!"

"Mua!"

"..."

Blond Killer Haircut: "..."

Green Killer Haircut: "..."

Blue Killer Haircut: "..."

Red Killer Haircut: "..."

Bald Killer Haircut: "Why do I feel like we've been seriously insulted?"

"Alright, Zhang Menglong, you've made your call, can you come with us now?"

"Didn't I tell you? If there's no luxury car or airplane, I'm not going with you. If you want to force me, go ahead!"

Zhang Menglong curled his finger, "The moves you just showed were indeed good, but did you think I was an ordinary person? Come at me! I have another nickname, 'Uchiha, One Against Seven.'"

"All talk and no action!"

"Idiot, do you think just because you're a Level Five Ancient Martial Artist you can stand against us?"

"Hahaha, do you know this device? It can detect a person's combat strength, you are just a trash with only 5 points of combat strength, and our weakest has 14 points!"

"Is that so? Then please turn on your device and take a good look."

Everyone suddenly sensed that something was wrong; could Zhang Menglong actually control the Energy Intensity he was emitting?

"Beep beep beep!"

The numbers on the device suddenly started to rise, 5 points, 6 points, 7 points... finally stopping at 15 points.

"See? Now do you still think I'm just trash?" Zhang Menglong laughed mockingly.

"Hahahaha!" Several people exchanged glances, laughing even harder now.

No wonder Zhang Menglong had not shown any fear from the beginning; he had been hiding his true strength!

15 points of Energy Intensity, equivalent to a Level Five Ancient Martial Artist, having such strength at his age was very uncommon and he could almost do as he pleased in the whole second world.

However, to them, this amount of power was still a bit weak.

"So, this is your trump card, hahaha!"

"I thought you were really powerful!"

"Sorry, but among us five, three are stronger than you!"

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