246: Chapter 246 Goodbye!

The Western construction material node. Concrete beams, piles of rebar, and sand pits had all been converted into defensive fortifications.

Snow pressed down on the scrap steel. The fire brazier burned brightly.

Fat Dragon stood on the highest concrete platform, a half-smoked unlit cigarette dangling from his mouth.

He hadn't smoked in a long time.

It wasn't because he had quit.

It was because cigarettes were too expensive.

Even for an outer-ring supervisor like him, it wasn't something he could afford to smoke casually.

Sometimes Fat Dragon even wondered if he were a woman, whether Lin Yuan would have taken him into Tiangong No. 1.

After all, that place was paradise.

His deputy ran up.

"Brother Dragon, the people from the Wancheng Alliance have arrived."

Fat Dragon looked up.

In the snowy mist in the distance, rows of headlights lit up.

Modified pickup trucks.

Bulldozers.

Armored trucks.

And two broadcast vehicles equipped with large loudspeakers.

The sound of the loudspeakers arrived first.

"People of the Western line, listen up!"

"Lay down your weapons and surrender your supplies!"

"Lin Yuan is now wanted globally!"

"If you continue to throw your lives away for that tyrant, you are enemies of humanity!"

Someone on the defensive line cursed.

"Screw your 'enemies of humanity'."

Fat Dragon chuckled.

"Don't be impatient."

"Let them shout a bit more."

He turned to look at Grandmaster Ling Suzhen.

Grandmaster Ling Suzhen stood in the shadow of a steel frame, gripping a short blade in her hand.

She had no interest in these obscenities.

She only focused on the positions of the enemy Espers.

Fat Dragon said, "Grandmaster Ling, the Espers will be yours later."

"The small fry are mine."

Grandmaster Ling Suzhen said coldly, "Don't hold me back."

Fat Dragon nodded.

"Rest assured, my legs are short, but they are steady."

The first wave of the charge began.

The Wancheng Alliance sent nearly a hundred people.

The front row held welded steel plates, while the back row carried makeshift cannons and Molotov cocktails.

The loudspeaker was still blaring.

"Capture Lin Yuan's lackey alive!"

"Seize his wom..."

The broadcast was cut short.

Fat Dragon raised his hand.

"Burn."

Boom!

A line of fire erupted from beneath the scrap steel beams.

It wasn't ordinary fire.

It was because Fat Dragon had buried fuel, sawdust, and waste plastic in the trenches beforehand.

He acted as the lighter.

A snake of fire rolled out along the ground.

The steel plates in the front row turned red instantly.

Screams rang out.

The charging formation fell into chaos.

Fat Dragon waved his hand.

"Fire!"

Gunshots exploded.

Stones, crossbow bolts, and homemade bombs rained down.

The first wave of the charge was forced back into the snow.

The broadcast vehicle stopped for a few seconds.

Because the loudspeaker operator who had just shouted "Capture Lin Yuan's lackey alive" had been swallowed by the tongues of fire.

Then, a new voice rang out.

"Fat Dragon!"

"You're just a thug, do you really think you're a general?"

Fat Dragon finally lit the half-smoked cigarette.

He took a drag.

It made him cough.

"Damn it, it's expired."

A subordinate nearby was anxious.

"Brother Dragon, they're insulting you."

Fat Dragon stubbed out the cigarette.

"They're right."

"I was a thug to begin with."

He looked into the distance.

"But even a thug knows that you protect the turf of whoever feeds you."

The second wave of the attack came faster.

Three Grade B Espers were leading the charge.

One Metal-type Ability user.

One Wind-type.

One Earth-type.

The Metal-type Ability user raised a hand, and the scrap steel beams began to vibrate.

Fat Dragon shouted to his team.

"Hold down the steel frames!"

Grandmaster Ling Suzhen moved.

She tapped her feet, her figure sweeping across the line of fire.

The Metal-type Ability user had just looked up when a blade appeared before his eyes.

He tried to roll the iron sheets into a shield.

A Grade C crystal core shattered at Grandmaster Ling Suzhen's fingertips.

Time stopped for half a breath.

Half a breath was enough.

The blade entered the throat.

The Metal-type Ability user collapsed.

Grandmaster Ling Suzhen landed, not a drop of blood on her clothes.

As long as she used her system quietly, these ordinary people wouldn't notice a thing.

Cheers erupted on the defensive line.

Fat Dragon laughed loudly.

"Did you see that!"

"That's our Boss Lin's former mother-in-law!"

A subordinate asked, confused, "Can we 'take in' a former mother-in-law too?"

"Of cou..."

Grandmaster Ling Suzhen turned back and glared at him.

"Shut up."

Fat Dragon immediately lowered his head.

"Yes, ma'am."

The Wancheng Alliance did not retreat.

They had too many people.

The Alliance leader sat in an armored vehicle in the rear, face wrapped in a scarf, revealing only a pair of eyes.

"Lin Yuan's core combat strength is all in the hinterland defending against those people from the United States."

"The Western line only has a Grade B Fat Dragon and a Grandmaster Ling Suzhen who has no Superpower."

"Have the Espers from the other lines not arrived yet? Urge them on!"

"This is the easiest place to break through."

The third wave began.

Heavy firepower bombarded them.

Homemade cannons smashed into the concrete walls.

The rebar frames collapsed.

Three gaps were blown open in Fat Dragon's defensive line.

He jumped down himself to fill the gaps.

Flames erupted from his arms.

Fat Dragon's Superpower was very brutal.

He burned fat in exchange for firepower.

He used to be fat.

This ability seemed tailor-made for him.

Later, he became thin.

Every time he overexerted himself, it was like burning his life away.

A subordinate shouted, "Brother Dragon, let's retreat!"

Fat Dragon kicked him aside.

"Retreat, my ass."

"The construction material city is right behind us."

"The zombies in Jiang City have all been controlled by Miss Mo Tong."

"Jiang City is already slowly being rebuilt."

"If the construction material factory is lost and the Boss asks about it, will you answer for me?"

The subordinate's eyes turned red.

"I'll die for you!"

Fat Dragon cursed, "Get lost, enough with the melodrama."

He rushed to the gap.

Flames rolled out.

The dozen or so people who had rushed in were burned back.

On the other side, Grandmaster Ling Suzhen was entangled by two Grade B Espers.

Wind blades and earth spikes pressed in continuously.

The crystal cores in her hand shattered one by one.

Time stop was activated briefly.

She severed one man's arm and shattered another's knee.

But the next second, her body swayed.

The veins on the back of her hand bulged.

Ancient martial arts blood energy and her time-based Superpower clashed within her body.

Her face turned pale.

A buzzing sound rang in her ears.

"Something's wrong."

She looked down.

The crystal core in her palm crumbled into powder, but the stasis effect didn't trigger.

The backlash had arrived.

Far away at Tiangong No. 1, Liu Qing stared at the vital signs monitor.

"Grandmaster Ling Suzhen's vital signs are abnormal."

"Her mental fluctuations are unstable."

Su Muxue said immediately, "Her Superpower and ancient martial arts system are conflicting."

"She cannot continue fighting."

Lin Yuan watched the footage of the Western line.

"Qin Yumo."

"Go."

Qin Yumo sheathed her twin blades.

"Yes."

She turned and dashed out.

On the main screen, the Western line was a sea of fire.

Fat Dragon was still at the gap.

He was breathing heavily.

His clothes were burned through, and his skin was covered in charred marks.

The Wancheng broadcast vehicle rang out again.

"Fat Dragon, your men are almost dead!"

"You're just his dog!"

"Why bother?"

Fat Dragon looked up.

His face was covered in ash.

He smiled.

It was an ugly smile.

On that day at the Chanel counter, he had met Lin Yuan for the first time.

Back then, he was just a local thug covered in fat.

But when Lin Yuan glanced at him, he knew.

This person could not be provoked.

Later, at Su Xiaonuan's class reunion, he defected.

He defected very quickly.

Some laughed at him for having no backbone.

Fat Dragon accepted it.

He was never a hero to begin with.

He followed whoever was strong.

But along the way to this day, he had seen how Lin Yuan built the fortress, how he crushed those man-eating rules of the old world.

He also saw Su Xiaonuan grow from a small secretary into a housekeeper.

He saw Tang Qiqi change from a crybaby into a lunatic in the energy sector.

He saw those people in the outer ring who would have otherwise died, surviving under the rules of Tiangong No. 1.

Fat Dragon suddenly felt that being a dog wasn't so bad.

At least this dog was guarding the front gate.

He pressed the communicator.

There was a smile in his voice.

"Boss."

In the main control room, Lin Yuan looked up.

Fat Dragon gasped twice.

"Fat Dragon... didn't embarrass you this time."

Lin Yuan did not speak.

Fat Dragon released the communicator.

He looked at the final gap.

The flames on his body suddenly flared up.

The fat burned out.

His flesh began to provide energy.

The flames turned from orange-red to dark red.

He was like a wall of fire, blocking the front of the defensive line.

"Come!"

Fat Dragon roared.

"Whoever crosses this gate today, I'll take your surname!"

The Wancheng Alliance rushed up.

The wall of fire collided with the crowd.

The screams drowned out the broadcast.

Behind the defensive line, the remaining soldiers used the time he had bought to retreat into the inner layer.

In the fire, Fat Dragon's back was no longer visible.

When Qin Yumo arrived, the snow had already been burned black.

She didn't hunt down the small fry immediately.

Instead, she walked to the broadcast vehicle.

The man inside who had just shouted "Fat Dragon is a dog" tried to retreat.

Qin Yumo sliced the car door open with one blade.

A second blade severed his legs.

A third blade shoved the loudspeaker into his mouth.

"Shout it again."

The man was left with only blood foam.

Only then did Qin Yumo press the communicator: "Western line held. Fat Dragon died in battle."

In the center of the ruins, only a charred jacket remained.

It was the old tactical jacket that Fat Dragon often wore.

The emblem of Tiangong No. 1 was still stitched onto the chest.