The cold voice rang out, "What's going on here?" Almost instinctively, those standing here quickly made way, forming a path for the newcomer. It was a tall man of over thirty years old. He must have been over two meters tall, with a somewhat fierce and aggressive face, muscles bulging on his body, and appearing extremely imposing. However, it couldn't be denied that this physique gave him quite an advantage; others were pushed back by his momentum, even feeling the ground trembling with each of his steps. At this moment, the service staff also wore serious expressions, but they didn't step forward to speak. What's the use? He didn't want to die yet. In cases like this, let the esteemed guest handle their own problems! Jennifer looked towards the tall man, furrowing her brow, "Is there something related to you here?" The tall man looked at Jennifer, his eyes seemingly gleaming with lasciviousness as if wanting to tear Jennifer's dress apart. Jennifer narrowed her eye

The final item, which was also the highlight of today's grand auction, was finally brought out. Its information was only circulated within the underground world of Las Vegas, that whoever possessed this item could rise to become a powerful figure in Las Vegas. It seemed vague, yet almost everyone here, those who had been immersed in blood for many years, believed in this. They eagerly looked down at the stage, and the host's introductory voice resounded: "Finally, the thing everyone has been waiting for has arrived, the item called the power of the gods, which can lead us to glory. It is rumored that whoever possesses this will wield great power, dominating one side! Without further ado, allow me to introduce the Staff of Solomon!" As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand, and the black curtain covering the item was immediately pulled down, revealing its true appearance. As the host had said, the item was a rather peculiar-looking staff. It appeared to be made up of co

Ayer stared at the man confronting him, his cold expression unchanged. Meanwhile, Jennifer, also engaged in battle, spoke out fiercely, "Is it time already, and you still want to recruit new members into your organization? You really care about your organization, don't you?"As she spoke, she swiftly dodged an attack from another person, simultaneously raising her hand with sharp nails as if to pierce through the flesh of her opponent.However, the special abilities of this group were truly troublesome. The person fighting Jennifer had an incredibly sturdy body, initially feeling no different from steel when touched. Despite Jennifer's powerful attacks, only a few scratches appeared on this person's body.It must be said that she encountered formidable opponents, yet Jennifer remained undaunted, knowing she just needed to wait for their abilities to deplete.From her observation, although this group possessed special abilities, their faces showed signs of extreme fatigue and wearin

Diana looked cautiously at Scott and asked, "Have you been able to return the mirror to me yet?"Scott still held the scepter in his hand so the heat from the mirror had not subsided. It seemed that the closer they got, the hotter the mirror became as if it were eager to do something.Scott looked at Diana and said in a low voice, "I cannot return the mirror to you at the moment. You can reconsider whether you truly want to accompany us or not."Scott reiterated that they wouldn't be responsible for Diana's life. But Diana pursed her lips, her mind seemingly elsewhere, nodding firmly as she said, "I'll go. I definitely want to go with you. I also want to know why my mother suddenly disappeared!"Scott didn't say anything more upon hearing this; he just led the way forward, and the others quickly followed him.They sat in a vehicle, speeding straight towards the largest intersection in the center of Las Vegas.At the same time, Albert and the petite woman were already there at the in

Scott felt as though something was holding his feet, preventing him from moving even an inch. He bowed his head, only to see dark, gnarled arms emerging from the ground, gripping his legs, immobilizing him.Meanwhile, the cultist ahead suddenly lunged forward, wielding a black dagger, aiming to stab Scott straight in the heart. However, Scott's speed far surpassed his as he swiftly leaned aside, dodging the blade.He then raised his hand, tightly gripping the cultist's arm and wrenching it backward. The cultist writhed in pain, trembling all over, with cold sweat trickling down his body, yet he didn't even scream.He glanced at Scott, then down at the ground, sneering malevolently. At the same time, Scott also felt the hand gripping his leg tightening as if it wanted to snap and tear his legs apart.The cultist looked at Scott, chuckling, "No one can escape..."Before he could finish his sentence, he had to widen his eyes in horror. Scott lifted his leg, his hand bringing terror