Rise Of The White Dragon Chapter 152
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"Luan, are you and Ingrid all right!?" The moment Luan answered his cell phone, Maira's voice rang out.
"Yes, we are well," Luan replied.
"Thank God." Maira sighed on the other end of the phone and said, "Luan, did you hear what is going on?"
"Not much, but I know that many monsters have appeared," Luan said "Mother if it is not necessary, avoid going out now. Let the army handle this first. For now, I'll see if I can work things out. I have confidence in killing these monsters, but first I need to go back."
"Okay, son. Take care and don't try too hard." Saying this, Maira hung up.
"CEO Marco," Luan came back and said to his fellow CEO, "Things are a mess right now. I am leaving, and I see if I can solve some things. I will also get rid of the monsters nearby."
"CEO Luan, can you do this!?" CEO Marco asked, surprised, but he soon remembered the game that Luan had created. He himself had already tested it and had seen results, but he believes that Luan should be on another level.
"Yes, it is not very difficult," Luan said, indifferent. Turning to Ingrid, he spoke quietly. "Ingrid, we can kill the monsters, but don't use your blood source, okay?"
"Okay." Ingrid understood and nodded, smiling.
Although he was not afraid to call attention to defeating monsters with brute force, it was another story if they showed supernatural powers, especially now when only the first wave of monsters had yet come. It was not ideal to reveal such things now, much less go into a phone booth and change their appearance. It would be easy to interconnect their actions even if it changed the appearance a little.
CEO Marco was left helpless. He wanted Luan to stay and not commit himself to the risk of his own life. However, he could not deny that he also wanted Luan to be able to resolve this, since if by chance these monsters managed to get here, it would be dangerous for them.
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At the time, it was warned that there were monsters of strange animal species approximately 5 kilometers away. It was not too close or too far. If it was not resolved soon, they were at great risk.
When they left the building, everything was a mess. Shooting sounds echoed; screams and cries rang out. Some cars crashed and caught fire. In an even more dangerous situation a car almost went in and hit a gas station.
"Mommy!" screamed a 7-year-old girl.
She had run to cross the street and suddenly, a truck at full speed came towards the girl.
The truck braked, but it was speeding, and even when skidding, there would be no time for the girl to escape.
"My baby!" The girl's mother screamed desperately, and ran towards the girl, disregarding the danger. She crouched down and protected the girl with her body.
The truck spun a little on the track and went to the side of the mother and daughter.
*Bang!*
"Kyaah!"
"Ahhh?"
Many pedestrians screamed in horror, but what they thought was going to happen luckily had not.
The mother who hugged the girl and protected her with her body frowned when the impact of the truck hitting her did not come. She forced herself to open her eyes, and when she looked ahead, she saw two people. One was a man with short white hair and another was a woman with long blond hair tied in a bun.
The girl's mother's mouth was shaped like an "O" when she saw that the truck had been stopped by these two people. But then she saw a green tiger almost 200 cm tall on four legs, and shouted, "Watch out!"
The green tiger attacked in blonde woman's direction, but before it could attack her with its claws and teeth, the woman jumped and grabbed the green tiger by the neck, and then with her strong grip she pulled the tiger down and slammed its head into the asphalt road.
"Bad kitty," Ingrid snorted and saw blood dripping from the green tiger's head and mouth.
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"Luan, are we going in that direction?" Ingrid pointed in the direction from where the truck came.
"It is ideal." It was from there that he felt the presence of the monsters.
"Okay." Ingrid let go of the green tiger's neck and stood up, but she saw that the green tiger was still fidgeting...
*STOMP!*
"Be still there." With a strong step, Ingrid slammed down on the green tiger's head and turned it into porridge.
The girl's mother wanted to get up and thank her when she realized that the couple was leaving, even though she was very afraid. She knew that this couple saved her and her daughter's life, but her legs had turned into jelly, and she was unable to get up from the ground.
She was desperately trying to save her daughter and only realized that her legs were frozen with fear.
"Are you two okay? Did either of you get hurt?" Ingrid crouched down a little, showing concern as she spoke to the mother and daughter.
"W-Well, we're fine!" The woman nodded furiously as she noticed that although she had scraped her knee a little it was nothing serious.
"I'm glad to hear this." Ingrid smiled and said, "We are leaving now. Can you get up alone; do you need help?"
Luan's nonchalant expression softened a little when he saw Ingrid's actions.
The little girl cried a lot in her mother's arms. She was very scared. She thought she would never see her mother again and would have to go to heaven like her dad. However, she saw that she and her mother were fine and nothing bad happened. However, fear still hovered in her little heart. Because of that, she cried a lot and screamed through her sobs with phlegm and mucus stuck in her throat. "Mom, mom!"
"It's all right, my daughter, it's all right..." the mother reassured her.
The woman helped the girl blow her nose by removing a handkerchief from her bag. After that she looked back at Luan and Ingrid and said with deep emotions, "Thank you… Thank you so much!"
She couldn't find words to describe how grateful she was. Despite the initial shock of seeing how strong and out of the ordinary these people were, the woman had already noticed the green tiger and had also seen the many reports of monsters appearing around the world. It may even be that for a few moments she believed that this was all false, but what she experienced today was far too real for her to deny.
"Mm, okay. I'm happy that you two are fine." Ingrid smiled, "I'm going now, bye bye~"
As they did not want to attract more attention than necessary, Luan and Ingrid ran at 150 km / h. They could run faster, however, they abstained and ran "only" at that speed.
The people who were amazed before almost had a heart attack upon seeing such surprise. Now seeing that Luan and Ingrid left, they came around and wanted to applaud, but Ingrid and Luan were already too far away.
"Wow! Who were they?"
"This is insane! How can they be so powerful?"
"Look at that green tiger; it is monstrous!"
"My God, how can something like this exist?"
"Anyway, does anyone know that couple? Where did they come from? Where do they live? Are they even human?"
"Stop being silly. The man is clearly Luan Dimas, owner of the game he is popularizing all over the world and many people have already proved that it is real. His company states, in fact, that people will become strong if they imitate their characters in the game while training."
"This game I need to play!"
"In fact, I recorded everything!" A teenager seemed to be exceptionally happy to have been making video at the time and to be able to film the entire process from the moment the truck almost hit the mother and daughter couple, until Luan and Ingrid showed up and saved the day.
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