Chapter 314: Unconvinced

The other elders of the Cullen Family looked at each other, not knowing what to do. They had the heart to resist.

But that Easterner's strength was too formidable; even the Fourth-Grade Vampire Johnson had been finished off by him in a single move, and he had even dared to take a Tomahawk Missile head-on. Even if the remaining elders swarmed him together, it would just be throwing their lives away.

After hesitating for a moment, these old vampires who had lived for many years very sensibly lowered their heads, making no further unwise moves.

Meng Yifan shook his head with some disappointment; if a few more elders had jumped out to oppose him, he could have taken the opportunity to strike and finish off a few more Fourth-Grade Vampires.

To Meng Yifan, these old fellows were all experience mobs; killing them would allow him to rapidly increase his strength.

Moreover, the Blood Cores inside these elders were very important for the advancement of Shen Dahu and the other vampires. If he could get more, he could quickly cultivate his own vampire force.

"Boring. Francis, I leave the rest to you. You must be quick; before noon tomorrow, you must deliver a Mushroom Bomb to my base," Meng Yifan said.

The countdown on the Game Panel had only twenty-five hours left. Once the countdown hit zero, Meng Yifan would have to return once again to the world of the Great Wu Heavenly Dynasty to fight the Level 5 Demon Beast Lang Batian.

Through fighting a Fifth-Grade Expert like Jizhuliangfu, Meng Yifan already knew that every Fifth-Grade Expert was not to be underestimated and possessed their own unique skills. A moment of carelessness could lead to death and total annihilation.

Therefore, Meng Yifan needed to prepare a Mushroom Bomb in advance; it might just allow him to win by surprise and blow Lang Batian to death directly with the Mushroom Bomb.

Even if the Mushroom Bomb couldn't kill Lang Batian, blowing him into a serious injury would suffice; the subsequent battle would be much easier for Meng Yifan to fight.

"Master, please rest assured. Your humble servant guarantees the completion of the mission," Francis said respectfully.

"Very good." Meng Yifan nodded, then formed a seal with his right hand, and a Black Cloud rose beneath his feet, carrying his body as he flew toward the sky.

The plane that had brought Meng Yifan was still circling in mid-air. Soon, Meng Yifan slipped into the interior of the plane and flew toward the East.

"You have no objections to withdrawing ninety million US dollars, do you?" Francis asked.

Johnson was dead, and the remaining elders dared not resist any longer; they all nodded and said, "Everything is as the Patriarch arranges; we have no objections."

"Haha, then go and get it done quickly." Francis smiled. Only now could he be considered to have completely mastered the Cullen Family.

"It seems that I was truly too soft-hearted toward these clansmen in the past. They all felt I was easy to talk to, which is why they kept opposing me. In the future, I must treat them with both kindness and severity so they learn to show reverence; only then will they know to obey the Patriarch's orders."

Once the funds were in place, Francis lost no time in going to find Dayiwan to purchase a Mushroom Bomb, while Meng Yifan sat on the plane and arrived at the base of the Canglong Special Forces.

Chu Yunlong and Yang Yijian knew Meng Yifan was coming, so the two of them gathered all the members of the Canglong Special Forces together, standing in straight, orderly rows, waiting for Meng Yifan's arrival.

After half an hour, Meng Yifan's plane arrived over the Kunlun Mountains and then landed at a secret base within the Valley.

During this process, Meng Yifan keenly sensed that many anti-aircraft missiles had locked onto the position of their plane.

Meng Yifan did not care about ordinary missiles; with his strength, he could completely block them. However, some missiles made even Meng Yifan feel terrified; those missiles were very likely loaded with Mushroom Bombs.

"Damn it! Who would have thought that in this desolate Kunlun Mountains, so many Mushroom Bombs were deployed? This is too frightening."

Although Meng Yifan was bold due to his great skill, if such a large number of Mushroom Bombs were fired at him simultaneously, even he would be blown to smithereens.

As Earth entered the End of Dharma Era, the Shenzhou Cultivation World grew worse with each passing year and had long been unable to protect Shenzhou. The reason why outside cultivators dared not easily invade the land of Shenzhou was precisely because Shenzhou possessed National Guardian Divine Artifacts like the Mushroom Bomb.

You don't have to use such a weapon of mass destruction, but you cannot be without it.

Having it but not using it, and not having it at all, are two completely different things.

This plane had long since reported to the base, so the defense system was not activated. Following the base's guidance, the plane landed smoothly on the huge training ground.

The cabin door opened, and Meng Yifan stepped down the stairs, seeing the Canglong Special Forces already waiting there.

Yang Yijian led the special forces members and shouted in unison: "Greetings, Chief Instructor!"

Although there were only ninety-eight team members present, their shouting shook the heavens, louder than the sound of over a thousand people.

From the voices of these Canglong Special Forces members, Meng Yifan could tell that many were very unconvinced. Some even channeled their True Qi into that shout; if an ordinary person had been standing in front, they might have been deafened by that shout.

This was understandable; these guys were all elite disciples from various sects and schools on Earth, and if placed in other special forces units, they would be the best of the best.

Now that a Chief Instructor had been dropped in out of nowhere, they were naturally unconvinced.

"Haha, the momentum is quite strong, but I wonder how the strength is? How about this: all of you attack together, use all your unique skills, and let me weigh your strength," Meng Yifan laughed.

Meng Yifan had been a mercenary for many years and knew very well that in the military, the simplest and most effective way to make everyone obey your orders was to reveal your strength and knock everyone who opposed you to the ground; they would naturally become obedient.

If they still didn't listen, then beat them again until they were convinced from the heart.

"A Toad sneezing—what big talk," a soldier with the shoulder boards of a Senior Colonel said angrily.

The other special forces members were also burning with rage; even the former Chief Instructor Yang Yijian wouldn't dare to speak such big words.

Because among these ninety-eight people, the lowest strength was a First-grade Strongman, and there were over fifty Second-grade Strongmen inside. The Senior Colonel who spoke just now was a Three-Rank Lower-Stage Immortal Cultivator.

He was also the only Third Grade Expert present besides Yang Yijian.

Meng Yifan walked to the middle of the training ground, hands behind his back, and said to the Canglong Special Forces members: "Come on, talk is cheap, show me what you've got. Attack together."

Chu Yunlong wanted to stop them; he had seen Meng Yifan's terrifying strength through satellite video. Although this group of special forces members were all good hands, compared to Meng Yifan, they were like toddlers just learning to walk, not on the same level at all.

"Old Chu, don't worry. True Person Meng has a sense of proportion. These are his soldiers; he won't really hurt them. Come, come, this poor Daoist just obtained two Air Cans containing Spirit Qi; let me invite you to taste one, I guarantee it will make you feel refreshed and glowing," Yang Yijian said with a smile.