I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property

"Look, you can't beat me anyway, so now I'll give you two options?" Zhang Menglong proposed. "The first option, pay up, compensate me a total of 50 billion US dollars for my property damage and distress. The second is to pick me up in a luxury car or plane."

The two elemental dragons in the sky continued to circle, making it hard to imagine the immense amount of energy required to prevent them from collapsing.

The red-haired psychic pulled out a vial of medicine and injected it into Karls' thigh. It was a restorative drug developed by the Supernaturals Alliance, that could rapidly help a psychic recover from injuries, provided they were not dead. Of course, the downside was several months of weakness following the treatment, but now, they could not afford to worry about such side effects.

With the help of this powerful recovery, Karls' bones had somewhat healed, though he was still unfit for combat, he could at least stay conscious and perform some mild movements.

He stood up again, but his gaze towards Zhang Menglong was clearly filled with deep fear.

It was far too easy for Zhang Menglong to kill all five of them!

But since they were certain of their grip on the situation, their preparations naturally weren't limited to just this!

Karls sent out a signal on his portable intelligence system, the summoning signal for this operation!

This time, it wasn't just the American Supernaturals Alliance psychics who had come to South Africa, but also elites from the second worlds of 87 other countries!

In a bar several kilometers away, a middle-aged man with a goatee was savoring red wine sip by sip when suddenly his wristwatch vibrated, displaying a green symbol, the operation's mark targeting Zhang Menglong!

"Hmph! I thought the Americans were more capable. It seems they cannot handle it."

"Karls is a Level Seven psychic, right? This Zhang Menglong has a substantial background!"

"Actually, I'm not surprised at all. Since Zhang Menglong has the capacity to become the world's richest man and also has a family history spanning thousands of years, even resource accumulation could have raised several experts."

"I wonder if there will be a chance to witness the prowess of the Huaxia Martial God this time!"

"Hmph, aren't you afraid of dying here? That person is a Heavenly Origin Boundary expert."

"What's there to fear? We also have Martial Artists from the Heavenly Origin Boundary assisting us this time. If necessary, we can just invite that expert to join us and have a look around."

"You're right, but I thought they could hold on a bit longer."

...

All over South Africa, many people received this message at this moment.

Some were loners, others were in small groups. In an instant, they all disappeared from their original locations.

...

"Zhang Menglong, we indeed underestimated you, but staying here today was definitely the dumbest decision!" The moment he sent the message, Karls' expression relaxed considerably.

"Hmm?" Zhang Menglong crooked his finger, and the two dragons in the sky actually started bobbing their heads as if dancing, displaying an awe-inspiring control ability.

"This time, did you think it was just the five of us?" Karls sneered. "We have 88 countries, and together we've sent 302 divine psychics and mutants of the same level. Now, you're completely surrounded!"

No sooner had he spoken than figures began appearing on the devastated highway, each one clad in various garments. Some looked human, others not even humanoid, but the one thing they all had in common was the chilling power emanating from each, with several even more formidable than Karls!

"Karls, I thought you guys could handle it. Turns out, we need to step in after all."

"Just him alone? I thought he had a lot of bodyguards, you guys are really useless, is this the strength of your Supernaturals Alliance?"

"Enough with the nonsense!" Karls, unable to contain his anger, pointed at the sky and said, "Do you think he's just an ordinary person?"

The moment everyone saw those two spiraling ice and wood dragons, their expressions turned solemn.

Just the skill of controlling them alone would make anyone present bow in defeat!

And the supernatural energy contained within that one dragon was definitely beyond that of a typical Level Eight skill user.

No wonder Karls was defeated, now they seemed to understand why, if it wasn't for their numbers, they'd probably be running for their lives already.

"Don't let vanity get the better of you..."

At the peak of the tension, Zhang Menglong's phone rang again.

"Hold on, my girlfriend is video calling me!" Zhang Menglong snapped his fingers, and the two elemental dragons instantly crumbled, leaving behind only shards of ice and wood.

"Yiyi, what's up?"

"We're eating now!" Lu Yiyao showed everyone with her phone, but apart from Lu Yiyao, everyone else looked heavily preoccupied. Seeing Zhang Menglong appear unharmed on the screen, their faces eased a bit.

"At the seaside?"

"Yeah, the lobsters here are really big, and the sea breeze is so comforting. If you're done with your things, come over quickly! You might even get some leftovers," said Lu Yiyao in a tone so casual it seemed just an everyday chat.

"I probably won't make it back today," Zhang Menglong also rotated his camera around, "You see, I'm surrounded by a master's men, and I might even have to visit their place later, you guys have fun without me."

"Junior Brother, are you sure... you're really okay over there?"

"Junior Brother, those people look really fierce, am I seeing things or is there a guy with a pig's head?"

Although they couldn't see the psychic's faces, they all felt the murderous atmosphere; it was clear Zhang Menglong was trapped in an encirclement.

"No worries," Zhang Menglong said casually, "Everyone here is so talented and charming, I almost don't want to leave!"

"Click!" Zhang Menglong's phone suddenly got crumpled into a ball of metal by an invisible force.

"Enough, nobody wants to continue wasting time listening to you," said a psychic clad in carbon fiber bodysuit coldly, his aura nearly reaching an intensity of 19 units, making him almost the strongest among them.

Metal manipulation—his power was just like Magneto from X-Men, and in some ways, he might even be stronger!

"Damn! My Eight Star Eight Arrow Voice King phone!" Zhang Menglong looked at the metal ball in his hand, "Do you know this model was discontinued ten years ago, a collector's item! You know what that means? Extra-long battery life of 120 days, indestructible by a hammer, waterproof up to 10 meters, can ward off evil spirits, and you can't buy it with money anymore!"

"Zhang Menglong, do you still think you can delay time at this point?" the psychic said, "You should regret your endless chatter because you just lost your last chance to say goodbye to your girlfriend!"

"Ah!" Zhang Menglong shook his head, "Why are you guys always so confident? Why do you always think you can beat me? I love bragging so much, if I didn't have some real skills, I would've been killed long ago, and it wouldn't be your turn."

"Zhang Menglong, with over 300 elite psychics, do you really think you have a chance to escape today?"

"Escape? Who said I was going to escape? Just with this bunch of lousy fish and rotten shrimp you think you can catch me?" Zhang Menglong let out a gradually widening smile, "And you seem to have misunderstood one thing—it's not you guys surrounding me with your 300+, it's me surrounding all 300+ of you!"