Chapter 157: A Dragon Caught in Shallow Waters, Mocked by Shrimp

"Hands up, don't move..."

At that moment, seventeen or eighteen men in military uniforms rushed out from all directions, brandishing rifles and submachine guns.

They were precisely the South Asian mercenaries from the three Hummer vehicles earlier.

When the dozen or so supernatural beings saw that it was these men, they were stunned at first. This group had indeed made it inside, and they seemed to be treasure hunters as well.

Immediately afterward, a wave of relief washed over them. Fortunately, the ones rushing out were not fierce beasts or evil entities; otherwise, given their current combat capabilities, they would undoubtedly have perished on the spot.

However, seeing that these men were hardly benevolent figures, the situation remained somewhat precarious.

Right now, they were merely flesh and blood, incapable of withstanding a barrage of bullets. The slightest carelessness could cost them their lives, which would be utterly tragic.

Therefore, after regaining their composure, the supernatural beings wisely stood their ground without moving.

Chen Yufei and the others also stood alongside them, waiting to see what this group of mercenaries intended to do.

The bearded leader, Rocalun, was in his forties, tall and powerfully built, with a face full of stubble that gave him a fierce appearance.

When they had encountered this group earlier, he had vaguely sensed an extremely terrifying aura emanating from them, exerting a powerful sense of oppression upon him.

Consequently, he had not acted rashly at the time.

Yet now, he found that this intimidating pressure seemed to have vanished entirely, leading him to suspect that it had merely been an illusion caused by the scorching weather.

Emboldened by his numerical superiority and the firearms in their hands, he now felt completely fearless.

The moment Rocalun laid eyes on Su Xiaoli and Sakuragi Miho, his mouth watered with desire. He never expected these two preys to deliver themselves right to his doorstep, and naturally, great joy surged in his heart.

He immediately barked at the group of supernatural beings:

"You men, get to the front and clear the path! Behave yourselves, and anyone who dares to make a reckless move will have their head blown off!"

"Friends, don't be rash. I believe we're all on the same side," Teld hurried to say with a smile. "Friends, you're here treasure hunting too, right? We can cooperate. More people means more strength, doesn't it?"

*Crack—*

Rocalun lashed out with a backhand slap right across Teld's face.

"Do you have a right to speak here? I remember you were glaring at me earlier, weren't you? Go on, glare at me again! Let me see you glare!"

As he spoke, another heavy slap landed on Teld's face.

Earlier, he had felt this man was extraordinary, especially those eyes that seemed to emit a pair of blazing flames—very bizarre and terrifying. But looking at him again now, they were just a pair of ordinary eyes.

Now that he was calling the shots here, he naturally wanted to seize the opportunity to display his dominance.

Having been struck twice across the face by Rocalun, Teld felt an overwhelming sense of humiliation and towering rage. Yet, facing a dozen or so firearms, he did not dare to vent his anger and had no choice but to suppress it.

Accustomed as he was to holding high positions of power and possessing heaven-defying strength, when had he ever been subjected to such bullying?

Yet now, he was being slapped in the face by mere trash like this in front of so many people. It was simply an unmitigated disgrace.

The three tall and formidable supernatural beings behind him felt a bellyful of suppressed fury upon seeing their leader slapped across the face, but they still held back and dared not step forward to unleash their martial prowess on these men.

Truth be told, when they had first encountered this group, any one of the thirteen supernatural beings present—with the exception of Meng Tao—could have instantly obliterated these ant-like minions.

However, the situation was now completely reversed. Having lost their supernatural powers, they had no choice but to bow their heads in the face of the firearms held by these men.

At this very moment, these supernatural beings truly experienced the bitter frustration of dragons trapped in shallow waters being toyed with by shrimp, and tigers stranded on the plains being bullied by dogs.

After hurling a few curses at the supernatural beings, Rocalun instructed several of his subordinates to take the two beauties into the ancient hall nearby, intending to fully unleash his prowess and enjoy himself to the fullest.

Seeing this, Sakuragi Miho proactively stepped forward to his side, her right hand tracing across his chest as she laughed seductively:

"My lord, why be in such a rush? What kind of romance can there be in such a gloomy and eerie environment? Once we get outside, I will serve you well and ensure you attain the ultimate pleasure."

Hearing this, Rocalun paused. On second thought, it made sense; the atmosphere inside was indeed chillingly eerie and would ruin the mood.

Anyway, these people were entirely under his control now, and he wasn't afraid of them running away. It wouldn't be too late to have a thorough go at them once they got outside.

With this thought, he ultimately reined in his desires, though he still gave Sakuragi Miho's shapely backside a few wild squeezes just to satisfy his craving.

"Fine, I'll listen to you."

Naturally, he had no intention of letting go of a stunning and sexy femme fatale like Su Xiaoli either.

Just as he reached his hand out toward Su Xiaoli's perky chest, intending to give it a grope, the latter immediately sidestepped to avoid him.

"Mister Monster, why rush so much? Be a little gentler with me. I'm scared, and sooner or later I'll be your person anyway."

"Haha, good, good!"

Though Rocalun couldn't understand what Su Xiaoli was saying, upon seeing her pitiful and utterly enchanting expression, he couldn't bear to force himself on her anymore.

Elated and immensely gratified by the sight, he dropped his rough behavior and instead wrapped his arm around Sakuragi Miho's slender waist as they walked.

As for Su Xiaoli nearby, she naturally wouldn't let his filthy hands wander over her, but Rocalun still found it pleasing and soothing just to watch her from the side.

The remaining dozen or so male supernatural beings, however, were utterly tragic.

Kept at gunpoint by Rocalun's subordinates to lead the way, they were frequently shoved and kicked savagely to vent the mercenaries' pent-up gloom and frustration.

It was a pity for these supernatural beings who were usually invincible, radiating supreme might, existing as superhumans with all the majesty and flair one could possibly ask for.

Now, they were being driven along like beasts of burden, completely daring not to fight back—an absolute disgrace and the height of humiliation.

Treading over shattered tiles scattered across the ground, the group pressed forward. Every step of the way revealed collapsed palaces and temples, with plenty of rubble and debris, yet not a single trace of gold or silver.

For Rocalun and his men, this was bound to be somewhat disappointing.

Originally, they had come here to search for the treasure of the King of Loulan, only to find themselves entering this gloomy, dim, and lifeless ghost of a place. Naturally, their moods were far from cheerful.

"Look over there, there's a flash of golden light."

As they walked, Meng Tao suddenly shouted out.

Following the direction he pointed, the group looked toward the ancient hall at the far end of the ruins, where a divine radiance seemed to sweep across the void.

That divine light flickered on and off, shining unstably, its nature entirely unknown.

Yet without a doubt, it had already piqued the interest of everyone present...