Super War God in the City

"It's still unclear, but a protector of the Martial Alliance, Nami Amayama, is a member of the Elder Leisure People and has been lurking within the Martial Alliance!" Linda explained.

"Huh~"

The man let out a sigh, then his eyes shone brightly, "Linda, keep a close watch, and notify me immediately if there's any news!"

"Sure thing, Kern!" Linda said with a beaming smile.

This man was none other than Kern, the current leader of the Hell Idlers, and his assistant, Linda!

Kern was eager to get his hands on any information about the Elder Leisure People, wishing he could have every one of them in the palm of his hand.

Meanwhile, at Moses Manor.

"Master, sorry to disturb your rest, but perhaps you will be interested in this piece of news!" Mary's voice came through the speaker.

"Oh?" Ivan lay in bed, gazing at the starry heavens above, then sat up and slowly got out of bed.

No sooner had his feet touched the floor than a ripple spread beneath him, revealing an ocean replete with corals and various fish swimming about.

He looked up at the vast sky and spoke lowly of the vast sea!

Ivan's bedroom environment was a sci-fi fantasy crafted to resemble the universe, with natural landscapes and celestial bodies, enhancing his immersion in the cosmos and contemplation of the grand scheme of the universe and earth.

At the same time, here the temperature was like spring all year round, and the breeze and humidity were at the most comfortable theoretical values for the human body!

This was the understated luxury of Earth's top families, far beyond what the average nouveau riche could compare with.

Ivan turned on the wall-mounted screen and said indifferently, "Mary, what is so important that you have to disturb me this late?"

"Master, it's about Beiming," Mary immediately reported.

"Oh? Tell me more!" Ivan showed a trace of interest.

Thereupon, Mary relayed the newly acquired information to Ivan.

"Heh, not bad, looks like this guy is about to make a comeback, and those who have crossed him in the past must be losing sleep over it!" A hint of a smile appeared on Ivan's lips.

"Keep an eye on the situation, and inform me immediately of any new information!"

"Yes, Master!" Mary responded at once.

Afterward, Ivan turned off the display and went back to bed.

Freedom Island.

Beth also received the news from her subordinates and, while lying in bed, muttered to herself, "This guy has provoked the Martial Alliance, but what are those two thousand Dragon Gate people up to?"

Beth was extremely curious and somewhat baffled.

She immediately made a phone call to keep a close watch on Ling Fan's movements and updates.

After hanging up, she lay in bed, somewhat sleepless.

Josie had a concert in the next few days and couldn't come back, leaving her feeling a tad lonely, so she reached into the bedside drawer and took out a massager.

"Sigh, with Josie away, I'll just have to relax on my own," Beth sighed softly.

At Dragon Gate Headquarters.

Miles also got the message, but he wasn't surprised; he was just curious about the current state of the two thousand Dragon Gate members.

He pulled out his phone, intending to call Nora for an update but glanced at the time and put the phone down.

At this moment, according to the plan, it should be quite intense!

"Huh!"

"Time for a good night's sleep; by tomorrow, all will be settled," Miles breathed out and felt relatively reassured. With this battle, Dragon Gate might become famous alongside the return of Ling Beiming!

At that moment, on the outskirts of Santara Continent in Ais Duchy, a particularly secure prison— a somewhat plump, big-nosed middle-aged prisoner was lying by the swimming pool beside the prison, hugging a sexy woman, asleep.

"Doo-doo-doo~"

An old-fashioned ringtone started ringing, and big-nose picked up the phone reluctantly, "What's up, disturbing me at this hour? Don't you know I'm enjoying a perfect night?"

After big-nose finished speaking, an urgent report came through from the other end.

The big-nosed man initially didn't pay much attention, but as he listened, his eyes widened more and more.

"Fuck, fuck, are you fucking with me? Be careful or I'll chop you up!" The big-nosed man breathed heavily, sleepiness all gone.

Once again, a rapid-fire report came from the other end, spoken in a minor language that most people couldn't understand.

The big-nosed man wasn't worried about the beauty beside him eavesdropping; the conversation had already switched between a dozen different languages, interspersed with codes only he could decipher.

"Fuck, hahaha, keep a close eye on it, and notify me the moment there's any new information!" Excitement spread across the big-nosed man's face.

After hanging up the phone, he excitedly poured himself a glass of red wine and began drinking alone.

This phone was a special secure line, no fear of being tapped whatsoever.

The blonde beauty lying in bed had been awakened by his movements as well, rubbing her sleepy eyes, "What are you up to, not resting this late at night, making such a fuss!"

The big-nosed man glanced at the sexy woman in bed, who was just his type in both body and face.

Firm and well-rounded figure, long legs, healthy wheat-colored skin, D-cup heaving breasts, skillful techniques—he had long been unable to part with this beauty.

This big-nosed man was none other than Lawson Clifford, known far and wide in the underworld as the King of War.

He was one of the "Two Kings and One Emperor" along with Ling Fan, with the other being the Terrifying King Genie Lamp, who caused chaos around the world, mainly opposing Ais Duchy, eventually meeting his demise with bitterness.

The big-nosed Lawson traveled the world selling arms, vying for business against Ais Duchy, and in the underworld, everyone knew wherever there were battlefields, there would be Lawson's shadow.

Thus, he was called the King of War, and finally got captured by Ais Duchy, confined to this small piece of heaven.

This guy was from White Country, with a superpower backing him. White Country had made quite an uproar condemning Ais Duchy after he was captured.

In the end, Ais Duchy did not dare to kill nor release him, only able to assign heavy guards to watch over him and treat him well.

They even built a mansion right next to the prison for him, so when there was nothing to do, he stayed in the mansion, and when needed, through a door, he would spend a couple of days in a cell!

Though he was confined to this small piece of land, it didn't affect his business on the outside at all; sometimes Ais Duchy even had to cooperate with him, asking for his help to sell off unsellable arms.

As such, even lying in prison, this impressive figure still controlled global affairs and stirred up storms.

The woman by his side also had a tragic background, her whole family murdered, herself framed and thrown into prison, later arranged to serve him.

As time passed, he developed some feelings for her, and later arranged for his people outside to help the woman take revenge; thus, the two of them got together, and he no longer intended to replace her with someone else.

"Gina, how about getting up for a drink!" Lawson said with a raised glass and a smile.

Gina, coming from a poor family, used to hang around the lower echelons of society with a small-time hoodlum boyfriend, who later offended a foe they couldn't afford to provoke, and she suffered for it.

It wasn't until she met Lawson that she realized how ignorant she had been before; those gang leaders she had seen in society, who seemed so formidable,

were actually just bottom-dwellers of this world, small-time riffraff. Someone like Lawson was a true top predator, who could wipe out those gangs in a flash with just a phone call!

Gina stood up, wearing just a bikini, and approached Lawson, "Seeing your mood, you must have some good news. I'll join you for a drink then!"

"Haha, come on, baby, I really haven't felt this happy for a long time!" Lawson laughed.

He had been secretly investigating this woman, only when he was absolutely sure of her clean background could he feel secure being with her.

His definition of clean meant that she was not a spy or some sort of agent.

Wuyou Country, Asia Golden Sand Continent, Demon Lion Organization.

A muscular, lion-like blonde man stood in the living room listening to his subordinate's report.

"What? War Emperor Beiming? That's fucking nonsense, the guy's been dead for two years, has he risen from the grave or something?" The man scoffed coldly.

Sam, the Demon King, the leader of Demon Lion Organization, rose to prominence shortly after Ling Fan's accident, declared himself the Demon King, and replaced the once Terrifying King Genie Lamp.

"Sam, we should take this seriously. While Ling Beiming was alive, he said that as long as he lived, no one would replace Genie Lamp!" The subordinate said anxiously.

"Bullshit, the guy's been dead for so long, who says others can't take over? What's with Ling Beiming anyway?

Outdated crap, the grass on his grave is already three feet high, yet he still wants to play god and ghost!" Demon King Sam cursed with a dark expression.

The subordinate by his side seemed to want to say more but ended up holding his tongue.

Sam took a deep breath, feeling a bit uneasy inside, and immediately ordered, "Keep a close watch, and report any news promptly!"

"Yes!" The subordinate responded and quickly retreated.