The manor platform in the night.
The helicopter’s lights, flashing on and off.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—"
The rotor blades spun faster and increasingly fiercely, growing louder. A middle-aged man looking like a butler yelled into the cabin to the father and son bowing towards the helicopter, "Hurry up!"
"Sir, let carry the cookware for you first!"
The butler extended a hand towards Guzman, who was struggling to board. The great owl hesitated, hearing the faint approaching footsteps behind him, then gritted his teeth and handed the cookware to his trusted subordinate of many years. He freed a hand to grab the tal door in an attempt to board, but was suddenly filled with the cunning laughter that echoed through the night sky. The butler tore off his sheep’s clothing to reveal a wolfish nature and kicked Guzman away.
Roars of anger, the shrill cries of betrayal, montarily drowned out the chaotic screams.
Guzman was no powerful Food Tyrant Chef. He fell to the ground, hatred filling his eyes, watching as the helicopter lifted several ters off the ground, seemingly on the verge of taking off freely and escaping the chaos. The hatred in his eyes turned to despair and regret.
"Beep, target locked!"
In the manor, a young man in camouflage with a floral pattern embroidered on his right arm, chewing gum, shouldered a portable rocket launcher. He gave the leader of the Recovery Association beside him a thumbs-up and laughed nonchalantly, "Watch take this big guy down with one shot!"
The Recovery Association’s action leader coldly ordered, "Destroy the cookware!"
"If we can’t have it, neither will the Gourt Society!"
Whoosh.
Smoke filled the air.
Inside the cabin, the middle-aged man clutching the copper pot tightly, his face shifted from pride to fear. The whistling rocket zood in a blink, and as the pilot and the middle-aged man were engulfed in the fear of death with held breaths, a fla whip suddenly appeared in view. Then ca the huge blast that ruptured eardrums.
The RPG was intercepted, exploding close to the helicopter, causing unforeseen circumstances. The blast wave rocked the helicopter, tilting it while the pilot was still in a state of frightened panic, shouting incomprehensibly as the out-of-control helicopter plumted like a toy model toward the ground.
It’s going to crash!
Startled for a mont, the leader of the Recovery Association smirked coldly, "What legendary cookware, let it smash to pieces along with the helicopter!"
It was clear this group had different goals, arriving with the mad intent to destroy.
But the lackey with the portable rocket launcher beside him had his mouth agape, pointing at the massive machinery that inexplicably halted its fall and hovered in midair, astounded, "Soone caught it... it’s Sta!"
The ground spectators focused their gaze under the helicopter’s belly at a high-lifted, mighty figure, pupils shrinking as fear crept in.
Bang.
The large machinery, akin to a toy in the eyes of the Gourt Society’s head, landed on the ground, kicking up dust. Clearly, even the ’Dragon Tar’ Sta was not having an easy ti, his bronzed bare torso mixed with ash and long streaks of sweat.
Without a word, Sta stooped to enter the cabin. The ’Magic Saint Copper Artifact’ had already fallen from the middle-aged butler’s embrace. Sta glanced around, eyes narrowing, quickly scooping up the cookware, surveying it carefully to see not a single crack or sign of damage, finally exhaling in relief.
"Mission accomplished!"
From the distant mansion’s second floor, Andrea snapped her fingers with a smile.
Catherine remained expressionless.
The Gourt Society’s giants were all out, surrounding Guzman Manor inside and out. If the cookware could still escape, their reputation would be in tatters.
On the ground, Tiqie Ji walked slowly, the current situation still within his control. He murmured as he walked, "We struck like lightning, and the IGO heard the news but fell a step behind. In the world, there aren’t many organizations daring to compete with the Gourt Society for treasures head-on."
Coincidentally, their most feared IGO agency, with its slow response, posed no threat. Seeing Sta pick up the ’Magic Saint Copper Artifact,’ Tiqie Ji let out a fierce sigh of relief.
Sta, Tiqie Ji, Catherine, and Andrea, these four giants, had gathered.
The remaining four had yet to show.
The four steadily pushed back the Recovery Association mbers.
"Duke!"
"I know you’re there, co out!!"
Sta, clutching the cookware tightly, suddenly removed his iron mask, revealing a scarred, fierce face and shouted deeply with no forewarning.
In the fire and ruins, there was a faint sigh.
"I am waiting for soone."
The familiar and authoritative voice sent a wave of relief and smiles through the Recovery Association mbers.
A seemingly middle-aged Black man with a steady stride, walked into the manor.
He was bald, without a trace of hair on his forehead, his face calm like an ancient well. Normally, the aura and presence of a master practitioner wouldn’t be found in a person like him, but Duke, the leader of the Recovery Association, moved his hands naturally as he walked, evoking a sense of awe.
A subconscious image of a "Sage"!
Duke’s arrival thrilled the Recovery Association mbers, while the Gourt Society’s giants exchanged grave looks.
"This guy’s a Dragon Chef!"
"A Dragon Chef of the Food Dominator!"
Andrea’s voice was crisp as she waved into the air, "Stop hiding, co on out, we’ll all bind him, let Sta take the cookware and go. Our primary task is acquiring the cookware, not killing!"
The operation leader Tiqie Ji nodded, saying in a low voice, "Do as Andrea says!"
"Then I’ll be going—"
Without hesitation, Sta clutched the cookware and took large strides, ready to sprint away.
"Did I permit you to leave?" Duke chuckled silently, bang, and the charging Sta ca to an abrupt halt, a vein pulsing on his forehead like a wriggling worm. Sweat poured from him, pooling underfoot, clearly enduring an unimaginably terrifying onslaught!
"Gravity!"
Duke darted a glance at the stunned Gourt Society giants and clenched his fist at the void. Sta, who barely stood steady, let out a scream as his knees struck the ground hard, creating a massive crater.
Then, bang, the ’Magic Saint Copper Artifact’ was also subject to imnse weight; no matter how Sta, capable of lifting a helicopter, tried, it slipped from his trembling arms, his lips bitten open, helplessly watching the cookware fall at his feet, unable to crawl over to pick it up.
Gravity!
Tiqie Ji’s heart sank.
This Duke had a legendary background, almost killed by the Gourt Society’s leader Lance in his early years but miraculously survived, later assuming control of the Recovery Association, becoming a pioneer against the Gourt Society on the Arican Continent.
His gourt cell ability was ’Gravity’!
Imagine, the terror of this ability, unless you leave the atmosphere for outer space, even a speck of dust on Earth is subject to gravity. But Duke could manipulate gravity; even the ’Dragon Tar’ Sta, known for his dragon-like physique, was easily subdued by him.
"...The person I’m waiting for doesn’t seem to be here." Duke’s gaze swept around as he clenched his fist, his face showing faint disappointnt.
Tiqie Ji’s throat bobbed; the command stuck in his throat for a long ti, ready to slip out. At that mont, in the dark, colorful lights blossod, and the ’Magic Saint Copper Artifact,’ stuck to the floor, moved slightly.
"Hmm?"
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