Anton Lu grew more animated as he spoke.

Su Ming watched Anton Lu’s departing figure and curiously asked.

"Who is he?"

"Holy Army, Deputy Corps Commander Anton Lu,

Novlin explained to Su Ming.

"How many deputy corps commanders do you have?"

"Our Holy Army has a total of 4 deputy corps commanders, namely Deputy Corps Commander Akufa, as well as myself, Anton Lu, and Hayak."

Novlin explained to Su Ming.

"You got promoted?"

Su Ming said in surprise.

"I inherited Lord Renis’s position, but I’m the weakest among the four deputy corps commanders."

Novlin said and couldn’t help but lower her head.

"That’s normal, strength fluctuates over time; I believe you’ll definitely become stronger one day."

Su Ming comforted Novlin.

"Yes, let me take you to my room. You can stay there for the next two days while I squeeze in with the other sisters."

Novlin quickly regained her composure.

"No need, I’ve already asked Ankaga and the others to find accommodations."

Su Ming replied politely.

"Alright then!"

Novlin nodded in agreement.

...

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The morning two days later.

Outside Holy Club, rows of cars were neatly parked.

Novlin, together with Su Ming and Fia, got into a jeep, and the motorcade began to drive toward Lost Arena.

At this moment, in Lost City, virtual projection devices started up one after another, and above the city center appeared a skull’s head and a gentleman in a black suit as a virtual projection.

"Ladies and gentlemen! The carnival has officially begun, let’s get excited!"

The skeleton gentleman exaggeratedly opened his mouth and shouted.

Swish, swish!

Countless fireworks ascended and exploded.

At that moment, a firecracker-shaped object, like a projectile, fell toward the Holy Army’s motorcade.

The driver of the lead vehicle reacted quickly and crazily turned the steering wheel.

Boom!

The firework exploded in the gap between the motorcade with a loud bang!

The smoke spread out, with very strong impact.

Seeing this scene, Su Ming’s mouth twitched slightly as he spoke.

"Is this fireworks or a bomb?"

"The quality of fireworks here is quite uneven, and the filler amount is large, not much different from a bomb."

Novlin replied awkwardly.

Just as Novlin finished speaking, a small party car in the distance was hit by chaotic fireworks, causing the entire car to flip into the air!

The people along the street, seeing this scene, not only did not feel afraid, but instead grabbed beer bottles and swayed, shouting excitedly at passing vehicles.

"Woohoo!"

"Why are these people so excited?"

Su Ming looked out the window at the scene, somewhat speechless, and said.

"Well, today’s carnival day, and the whole city is free to drink synthetic beer. Plus, there’s open contests with betting, almost everyone gets involved."

Novlin introduced to Su Ming.

"What if they lose?"

"Lose, they’ll definitely vent, then it’s smashing and brawling."

Novlin commented as if it were routine.

"Alright!"

Su Ming smiled and replied.

Just then, there was a mad scream behind them; a group of enthusiastic young men and women on motorcycles waved their hands, speeding up as they caught up from behind.

Su Ming turned his head to glance back, also speechless.

At that moment, suddenly a loud horn sounded behind the convoy.

Beep~

"Get out, get out!"

...

Su Ming and the others were startled; they looked back through the rearview mirror.

Behind them appeared a massive doomsday vehicle, the entire vehicle six meters wide and twenty meters long, its front sporting a black skull, the bottom embedded with an alloy blade, and spikes along the sides.

The top of the vehicle featured a leisure platform where scantily-clad women in bikinis swayed their hips and danced provocatively.

Among the many women, on a couch, sat a burly man in black fur coat, covered in red tattoos, with a red mechanical eye embedded in his left eye, his face full of flesh, a cigar in his mouth, holding a seductive woman in his arms, exuding a dangerous aura.

At this moment, some motorcycles couldn’t dodge in time.

Crunch!

Instantly crushed by the doomsday vehicle, flesh flying everywhere!

Despite this, the doomsday vehicle did not slow down at all, instead it constantly sped forward, the eyes of the skull on the front spewing out fierce flames.

Ah~

Riders on motorcycles, along with their bikes, turned into fireballs.

The entire doomsday vehicle charged forward like a beast, heading straight for the Holy Army’s convoy.

"Move quickly!"

Novlin grabbed the car communicator and shouted to everyone, then urgently turned the steering wheel, with the jeep dodging to the side, clearing a path.

At that moment, the doomsday vehicle charged past crudely, the burly man on top grabbing handfuls of banknotes and throwing them into the sky.

The crowd along the sidewalks went wild with excitement, scrambling to grab them.

Some recklessly rushed onto the road to pick them up, getting knocked flying.

Su Ming eyed the scattered banknotes, noticing they were at least hundred denominations, with some even five hundred and a thousand.

He furrowed his brows and inquired of Novlin.

"Who is that guy?"

"Second in command of Land of Lost, Vice City Lord Medot!"

Novlin introduced to Su Ming.

"No wonder he’s so arrogant!"

Su Ming nodded.

"It’s usual, you’ll get used to it."

Novlin sighed and said.

Soon, the vehicles approached Lost Arena.

Soldiers dressed in Second Generation Exoskeleton Armor, holding firearms and with fierce eyes, guarded the main entrance, inspecting all incoming vehicles.

Only those with purchased tickets and participants could advance forward. Of course, if you had a high enough status, for example, Vice City Lord Medot could just charge in, crushing anyone who dared block him.