In the conference hall, dragon roars and sounds of battle echoed repeatedly.
Hiding cautiously in a corner of the plaza's shrubbery were Taniel, Luodeni, and Matthew. Luodeni, with his portly physique, tried to curl up as much as possible, but still had most of his backside exposed.
"Luodeni, you need to lose weight!"
Matthew reminded his companion.
"You might as well let me die!"
Luodeni rolled his eyes.
"Do you think there's any difference now between this and dying?"
The once Great Thief retorted irritably.
At this moment, battles raged within the conference hall and in the plaza.
Compared to the unclear scenes in the conference hall,
Matthew could see the battle on the plaza clearly.
Five thousand city defense army soldiers completely surrounded the plaza, with bullets flying, blades clashing, and sparks scattering everywhere.
If not for a significant number of 'Mystical Side individuals' among the agents, they would have been doomed long ago.
