Super War God in the City

"Oh, it's Nora, how are things progressing? Have you seen Beiming?" Miles said indifferently on the other end of the phone.

At this moment, he was lounging on a chair by the open-air swimming pool at the base, soaking up the sun and enjoying the sight of bikini-clad beauties frolicking in the pool!

Receiving a call from Nora, he guessed there must be some new information or developments.

From the corner of her eye, Nora stole a glance at the expressionless Ling Fan beside her and immediately reported the situation.

"What? You need to pull two thousand elite troops? For a little mischief in Snow Country?" Miles' forehead began to sweat as he sat up from his lounge chair.

"Yes, BOSS! Beiming is right beside me. What's your opinion..." Nora whispered.

Miles took a deep breath, suddenly feeling his blood pressure rise, "That... hand the phone to Beiming, I need to speak with him!"

"Yes, BOSS!" Nora quickly agreed.

Immediately taking quick steps to Ling Fan's side, she said, "Beiming, the Sect Leader would like to have a word with you!"

As she spoke, she extended the phone towards Ling Fan.

Ling Fan unceremoniously took the phone and went straight to the point, "Hi, Miles, didn't think that after so long, you old man would still be alive!"

On the other end of the line, Miles felt his heart skip a beat and almost fell off the lounge chair, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead. It seemed Ling Beiming was hinting him, implying that if he displeased him, he might start looking for trouble with him!

"Cough cough... Beiming, that joke of yours is not funny at all, am I that short-lived!" Miles took a deep breath, voicing his frustration.

Standing beside Ling Fan, Nora was speechless. To dare to talk to the BOSS like this, it must be Ling Beiming; no one else would dare!

Ling Fan chuckled, "Miles, your Dragon Gate has tangled with me. Yin Tianzu poisoned my woman, and if it wasn't for my considerable skills, my woman would have fallen victim to the poison by now!

I was planning to come find you after things were done in Huaxia, but it looks like you're taking initiative to contact me. Tell me, how should we handle this?"

Miles instantly became serious, realizing that Ling Beiming had him cornered!

"Beiming, this is a complete misunderstanding. Otherwise, even if you lent Yin Tianzu guts, he wouldn't dare trouble you. You've seen my attitude, sincere to the utmost!

How about Nora, who I sent to you? She's not bad, is she? The only beauty among the Dragon Gate tycoons. If you'd like, I think Nora would be very willing!" Miles said cheerfully over the phone.

Clutching the phone, Ling Fan sneered inwardly, "You old fox, don't beat around the bush with me. Give me a straight answer, there's nothing to discuss otherwise. I'm very busy!"

As Ling Fan spoke, he made a gesture as if to hang up the phone!

"NO, NO, NO, Beiming, young people are always so impetuous. There's something to discuss, definitely. I can muster two thousand elite troops.

But you should know, mobilizing so many men at once will surely draw the attention of other organizations in the Underworld, and at that point, it might be difficult to keep your identity hidden!" Miles warned.

"Don't worry about that for me. I'm planning to make my return, but before I do, I need a ceremony of glory!" Ling Fan said, holding the phone, his tone filled with an unbeatable presence.

Nora, standing by his side, was filled with admiration and excitement, her blood boiling.

Even Miles stood up from the lounge chair, his face solemn. The wise old man's thoughts spun rapidly, and he quickly realized that this was an opportunity for Dragon Gate!

If Beiming's return could be connected with Dragon Gate, then the organization's prestige in the Underworld would surely rise, possibly even leading to a resurgence, fully compensating for the loss brought about by Yin Tianzu's demise!

"Beiming, if you're making any moves, Dragon Gate will support you fully. I am, after all, your most loyal friend and partner!" declared Miles immediately.

"Old man, cut the crap, don't think I don't know what you're thinking. When can the people be ready for me?" Ling Fan said indifferently.

"Uh, Beiming, these two thousand people, can you leave some for me? They are all elites from my Dragon Gate, it's not a small number!" Miles winced a little.

Upon hearing this, Ling Fan was first taken aback, then his face broke into a smile, "Miles, I promise to return these men to you intact, but there might be about a one percent casualty rate. Can you accept that?"

Although Ling Fan was borrowing troops, he had to lay out the ugly facts up front and explain what needed to be explained.

Two thousand people, and one percent would mean about two hundred casualties; that was already a significant number.

This was mainly because these people probably wouldn't have a high level of coordination. If it were the Hell Idlers he commanded back in the day, he could guarantee zero casualties!

However, he didn't know that Nora, standing by his side, and Miles on the other end of the phone, had their mouths agape, completely stunned.

A two-thousand-strong force operating inside Snow Country's homeland and only suffering a one percent casualty rate?

Miles and Nora didn't know how Ling Beiming would manage to pull that off. They originally thought Ling Fan was going to abandon all two thousand men in Snow Country, considering it a good outcome if even two hundred made it back!

If that wasn't the case, Nora wouldn't have been so indecisive, seeking Miles for instructions.

"Beiming, you're not joking, are you? With so many people, it might be easy to get in, but withdrawal can be troublesome. If you stir things up, Snow Country will definitely seal the border!" Miles expressed his concerns.

"What comes after is my business, no need for you to worry. Don't you trust me?" Ling Fan said calmly.

"I trust you, I trust you. Then I won't interfere!" Miles replied quickly, his heart surging with excitement.

"Hmm, just get the men ready and inform Nora, I'll keep her with me for now; I can assign her tasks whenever there's something to do. Is there anything else?" Ling Fan said.

"No problem, no problem. Nora can fully represent me! Oh right, I do have a little issue..." Miles hesitated.

"Haha, a small issue and you're coming to me? Can't you handle it yourself?" Ling Fan teased.

"Cough cough, Beiming, it's like this. Yin Tianzu is dead, right? The situation in North America is getting tense, and it's doubtful it can hold much longer. I was wondering if you might have a way, maybe..." Miles said somewhat awkwardly.

In fact, this was an internal matter for Dragon Gate, and asking Ling Fan for help to intimidate others was somewhat indecorous. It was equivalent to owing him a favor, which might negate the help given this time. But Miles really didn't want to lose his hold on North America!

"Hmm, I know. I can only guarantee that Dragon Gate's people won't be kicked out. The rest is up to you!" Ling Fan hesitated for a moment but did not refuse Miles's request.

"Thank you, thank you. I'll start gathering people right away!" Miles said excitedly on the phone.

Ling Fan nodded, "Hmm, tell your men that I want absolute obedience and at the martial artist realm at least. Just light weapons will do. You guys can handle the transportation of the weapons, right? I'll take care of moving the people!"

"No problem, I'll take care of the weapons. Transporting the personnel is a bit of a hassle, I'll leave it to you!" Miles immediately responded.

The two exchanged pleasantries over the phone and then hung up.

Nora took the phone that Ling Fan passed her, her eyes full of admiration.

"Beiming, do you know? You've always been my idol, and I could never have dreamed of having the chance to work with you one day. It's an honor of a lifetime!" Nora expressed her excitement emotionally.

Ling Fan looked at the excited Nora and coughed dryly, "Well, calm down for a moment, I need to make a call."

With that, Ling Fan took out his phone and immediately dialed a number!