"Fuck!" The island master of Tem smashed the glass of red wine in front of him in anger. The broken glass cut the arm of the slave kneeling on the ground, and blood flowed all over the ground.
The slave didn't dare cry out in pain, and no one else cared about his life or death.
The island master's chest rose and fell, his face twisted and fierce as he stared at his subordinates: "Where are our missiles? Shoot them down!"
His face was embarrassed. He raised his head slightly and observed the guests who had not yet dispersed around him. He hesitated and did not dare to speak.
The island master of Temu didn't care about the people around him and shouted: "Speak up! Where are our missiles? Why don't we use them to shoot them down!"
Seeing that he was angry, his people did not dare to hide the truth and stammered, "The missile cruise system...is stuck. We have no satellite signal and cannot lock onto the target."
"?" The island master suspected that he was hallucinating: "What did you say!"
"Our missile cruise system has lost its signal and cannot be used." His men took a deep breath and repeated it again.
The owner of Tem Island staggered backward due to exhaustion, and only managed to steady himself by quickly grabbing the sofa chair beside him. His face looked very ugly, his eyes were bloodshot, and his forehead was covered with beads of sweat.
The dignitaries and celebrities who came to play with him also heard what his subordinate said. They lost their usual composure and became as anxious as ants on a hot pan, demanding an explanation from him.
"What's going on? Are we unable to leave?"
"Didn't you say that this place is absolutely safe and won't be exposed? What should I do now? I'm about to run for election. If there's a scandal, my career will be over. No, you have to find a way for me. I want to leave, right now."
"What are you still standing there for? Help us find a way to send us away!"
The entangled voices of everyone sounded like a spell in the ears of the owner of Temu Island. He tried feebly to appease these dignitaries and celebrities.
"Don't worry, everyone. No matter who the other party is, they dare not expose us. Don't worry, we are behind us..." Someone didn't finish speaking.
Then they saw another one of his men staggering in, stumbling and falling in front of them, kneeling in panic.
"Island Master, something terrible has happened!"
"Speak." "IPA is bringing people up!"
"What!" The owner of Temu Island has not yet digested the news.
Then he heard his people shouting hoarsely: "They, they are outside and will break in soon!"
“?!”
The owner of Tem Island only felt a constant buzzing in his ears. His brain went blank due to the extreme stimulation and he lost the ability to think. His lips trembled and he was at a loss.
"…How can it be."
How dare IPA
Even if those IPA guys really dared to invade the island, who provided them with weapons and equipment, and who blocked the signals of their missile cruise system on the island
Who on earth dares to go against the Sixth Continent and the Theron Family!
Before he could think clearly, he heard a kick on the door, followed by several powerful shouts: "Get down, IPA law enforcement, everyone get down!"
There was a constant commotion in the extravagant castle. The high-ranking dignitaries were in a state of panic, as if they had lost their parents. They looked at the armed IPA personnel who had rushed in through the door in panic...
“Get down!”
"Get down immediately!"
“Bang, bang, bang!”
Accompanied by warning shots.
These high-ranking nobles knelt on the ground with their hands clasped over their heads. (End of this chapter)