The Mighty Dragon Warrior

Someone shouted at the police barricade, “The red smog is gone!”
Nataniel stepped out of the commanding point. His silver mask gleamed as he said, “I need a team to go in with me.”
“Sir!” Rosalyn bit her red lip. “Why don’t we wait for Luke and the others to return first?”
She was concerned that she and Nataniel would not be able to deal with the people beyond the barricade by themselves. As
those people were too strong, Rosalyn felt Nataniel should not ask the police officers to go with them. It would amount to sending
the police officers to their deaths.
“It would not be easy to deal with anyone beyond the barricade.” Nataniel waved his hand. “Calling Luke and the others here
would only get them beaten, so I might as well bring ordinary police officers with me. Furthermore...”
His eyes flashed with a gleam as he whispered, “The Police Bureau is most suited to deal with our present situation. There is a
good reason for this.”
A good reason for this? Rosalyn recalled the secret meeting between Nataniel and a high-ranking official from the Police Bureau
a moment ago.
Meanwhile, at the Pavillion’s entrance, dozens of shriveled corpses lay scattered. They looked like they had been drying in the
open air for three years.
Jacob stood in front of a severed head with its eyes still opened wide and found the face vaguely familiar, prompting him to
frown.
Then, he looked up and saw Ocho carefully helping Willow to get up from the floor. He asked gently, “Are you alright?”
“I’m fine, sir.” Willow arched her eyebrows slightly. “I’m just tired.”
She shook her wrist gently as she spoke and let her small gun slide back under her sleeve.
“Sir!”
A deep voice suddenly called from the side.
Jacob turned around and saw Jerry walking to him.

He noticed Jerry’s eyes burning murderously and said in a calm but firm tone. “We must avenge every wrong against us and kill
all those that were involved.”
“Understood!” Jerry’s eyes flashed fiercely. “What happened today was caused by that damn Master from the Meteorites. His
methods were peculiar. I was slow to realize what was happening and caused a few comrades to lose their lives. If Willow hadn’t
reminded me, I...”
Jacob raised his hand to interrupt Jerry’s self-blame. “Jerry, I understand what you are feeling now. When I first found out about
the massacre in the Southern Region, I also thought that my comrades wouldn’t have died if I had been there!”
Then, he paused before continuing, “However, I now understand that you and I are only human. It’s impossible to stop every bad
thing from happening. Moreover, we can’t raise the dead or turn back time. The only thing we can do is kill everyone who killed
our comrades and caused us grief. We will avenge our comrades even if there are bloodbaths!”
Jacob was usually a man of few words. Thus, Jerry was moved that he had said so much to comfort him. He promptly shed his
sorrow and turned serious.
“Sir, you’re right. An eye for an eye, and a tooth for a tooth. I must avenge our fallen comrades and wipe out evil from this world!”
Jerry clenched his fists. His heart boiled with murderous desires. “Meteorites, I will not rest until I wipe you out!”
“No, the Scarlet Dragons shall not rest until we have destroyed the Meteorites!” Jacob’s eyes gleamed murderously.
Dark clouds rolled high in the sky. Suddenly, a flash of silver-white lightning shone and cut across the sky.
At the same time, gushes of wind swept across the land, dispersing dust and swaying trees.
Jacob looked behind him and saw Ocho leading the Dragon Guardians to wake the Shadow Rangers who lay unmoving on the
floor. Then, his gaze turned stern as he asked, “Where is Gerald?”