It turns out I'm a second-generation demon.

Chapter 761 Chairman Baker, please have a seat.

It was already late at night.

Baker Richardson returned to the headquarters of the Superpowered Association at exactly three in the morning.

In China, it would be around 3 PM the following day.

The city where the Superpower Association headquarters is located is known as the world's financial capital. Almost everyone who has been educated and has a broad perspective has heard of it.

Its status in the United States, and indeed in the world, is self-evident.

What does 3 a.m. mean to this city? It's a world-class metropolis, a city that never sleeps, with lights burning all night long. Millions of people are still active in the city, either enjoying themselves all night long or working through the night.

Darkness does not belong here, nor does a life of resting at sunset.

Those who indulge in nightlife and work through the night are unaware that the security of this world-class metropolis has quietly been scaled up considerably.

Police set up checkpoints at every city entrance and exit to check all vehicles entering and leaving.

Drones patrol the skies over the city, detecting any disturbance immediately.

American troops are gathering here, armed with real guns, and even tanks and various vehicle-mounted missiles.

Bloodline families and organizations have also quietly taken action to protect relevant personnel and key locations.

The families of important figures were placed in an underground security system, a shelter that even missiles couldn't penetrate.

Only ordinary people are completely unaware of all this.

At the headquarters of the Superpowered Association, Baker Richardson, now back in human form, wearing a sharp suit and gleaming leather shoes, pushed open the conference room door.

The meeting was convened by Baker Richardson, who arrived fifteen minutes late, leaving all the board members waiting for him.

The council members followed his steps with their eyes, and the atmosphere was not good, which could be seen from their solemn gazes.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please relax." Baker Richardson stepped onto the red carpet and took his seat as president.

To his left are Vice Presidents Miraris King and Justin Jean, and to his right is Vice President Kaned Shojiba.

Of the three, Miraris King is a staunch supporter of Baker Richardson, Justin Jean is neutral, and Vice President Shawjiba is at odds with Baker Richardson.

With his father seriously ill and bedridden, Gangsacks, who was handling various affairs on his behalf, said loudly, "President Baker, you should think about how to deal with the current situation."

He was referring to the plan by four forces—Baoze, the Vatican, the island nation's bloodline organization, and the Belleburg Palace—to launch a full-scale attack on the Superpower Association.

"Hey, isn't this our youngest heir? I thought you were hiding by Dad's bedside, trembling with fear," Baker Richardson mocked.

Gangsacks snorted angrily, but dared not argue back or exchange insults with Chairman Baker.

McCarthy, with his light blond hair, said, "President Baker, the war in the Far East has failed. Giants and Aquaman have fallen, and the Superpower Association has suffered heavy losses. You should understand that you cannot shirk this responsibility."

"I have a responsibility, but don't all of you here have a responsibility?" Baker Richardson shrugged. "This war was started because we wanted Li Xianyu's treasure; it was a war we initiated against others."

"The war isn't over yet, and now is not the time to shift blame. We still have a chance to seize the fruits of our labor and harness the power of time. Then, everyone here will be able to share in the benefits of 'time.'"

"The problem now is that they could attack the headquarters of the Superpowered Association at any time," a middle-aged woman in a white suit said, frowning. "This city has 1000 million people. If a war breaks out, who will be responsible?"

"This is not an ordinary bloodline struggle; it involves the ultimate realms and even those at the half-step ultimate realm—there are too many to count on one hand."

Baker Richardson scoffed: "Who's responsible? Who was responsible for World War I? Who was responsible for World War II? Those who lost are responsible. We should have had this in mind when we decided to send men to attack the Baoze branch."

"The war has already begun; what we need to do is not consider the losses, but how to achieve victory."

These guys swarm in like sharks that have smelled blood when there's something to gain.

Did they not consider Baoze's retaliation?

Impossible. I had already considered this. If things go as expected, the key figures in the family will either relocate or hide underground.

"I believe everyone is fully prepared to fight the enemy."

Gangsacks snorted coldly: "Perfect timing, the super soldiers that the association has been researching can now be put into use."

Baker Richardson said, "That's not enough. Immediately contact all affiliated forces and have them send experts to support us. Tell them that we have won, and we will share the global bloodline world."

"Therefore, I have prepared a big gift, which I believe everyone will like."

Miraris King took out her phone and made a call. A moment later, the conference room door opened, and a dozen men in sharp suits, dressed as butlers, entered, carrying silver trays.

Each director received a large gift box containing pieces of flesh and blood.

"As you all know the ins and outs of the internal strife within the bloodline community of this island nation, I believe I don't need to explain what this thing is."

The board members stared in astonishment at the unconsciously writhing flesh and blood. They were naturally aware of the matter of the Japanese Tenjin Shrine and understood that this was an ancient demon's object. It was normal for Baker Richardson, who was allied with the ancient demon, to hand over this thing.

"Furthermore, I have some good news for you: the battle of the Pantheon was not without its gains. In this battle, the Lord of Breaking Army perished."

Has the Lord of the Broken Army fallen?

The council members all looked surprised, which was understandable. They hadn't managed to win any fruit in this battle, but there would definitely have been casualties.

Imagine, with so many experts gathered at the Pantheon, it's impossible for them to escape unscathed.

"That's the first piece of good news, meaning we have fewer competitors." Baker Richardson then added, "And here's the second piece of good news..."

He personally turned on the projector and lowered the screen.

A beam of light was projected onto the screen, forming an image of a tall, imposing dragon-man standing on the deck, with the shimmering sea as the background.

Even though the board members were well-traveled and knowledgeable, they still gasped in shock when they saw this alien-like creature.

At this moment, the dragon looked at the camera and bowed to the crowd.

No one paid any attention to the monster's polite greeting; their attention was focused on a huge egg beside the dragonman, glowing red in the darkness like a work of art.

The dragon man was already very tall and robust, but this egg was twice as tall as him, about the height of a two-story building.

"The remains of the phoenix, this is our spoils of war at the Pantheon," Baker Richardson exclaimed.

After a moment of silence, a low murmur arose, and the board members could no longer remain calm.

They were both shocked and overjoyed, and whispered among themselves.

The Lord of the Pantheon has actually perished like this?

This invincible being, said to be the strongest overlord of ancient times, who single-handedly suppressed eight ancient demons, has unexpectedly taken his leave of the stage prematurely.

The council members were naturally overjoyed; their strongest enemy and greatest threat had been eliminated.

How can I not like it?

In this joyful and excited atmosphere, someone said in a hoarse voice, "I'm so happy, everyone."

The sound was not loud, but it clearly reached the ears of everyone present.

People turned their heads in surprise and saw a middle-aged director named Ellen, with black hair streaked with silver and fine crow's feet at the corners of his eyes.

"Elren?" someone beside him called out blankly.

He had handsome features, but his eyes held a world-weariness beyond his years.

Li Xianyu!!

With a whoosh, dozens of board members stood up at the same time, scattering as if avoiding a wild beast.

"Please sit down, everyone." Li Xianyu's gaze calmly swept across the entire room: "President Baker, please sit down."

Is it difficult for someone who is only halfway to the ultimate level to infiltrate another country?

It's not difficult at all.

Baker Richardson knew this principle, so he didn't waste any time. His figure suddenly disappeared, and he attacked Li Xianyu.

What's this called?

This is what they call "choosing the path to heaven when there's one, and choosing the path to hell when there's no one to enter."

How dare a mere half-step Extreme Daoist appear before me?

boom!

Amidst the panicked retreat of the crowd, a figure suddenly flashed out, slamming a fist into the void, causing a burst of energy to erupt, revealing Baker Richardson.

Baker Richardson remained unmoved; he had simply been intercepted, but the figure was flying backward, coughing up blood.

He was also a young man in his early twenties, handsome, composed, and with a gentle demeanor.

Qin Ze!

The board members were stunned. Incredible! Two enemy experts had infiltrated the conference hall. Was the headquarters building's security system just for show?

Is it a 50-cent knock-off from China?

Are there any more?

Sure enough, there's more...

After Qin Ze, five more traitors emerged from among the dozens of directors.

Two of them quickly joined up with Li Xianyu and formed a combined attack formation, while the other three took Qin Ze's place and attacked Baker Richardson.

The five people are Li Peiyun, Dan Chenzi, Leonid Khrushchev, Dragon Knight, and Blood Knight.

"President Baker, don't do it! Please don't do it! We're not gone yet!" McCarthy, with his light blond sideburns, shouted as he fled towards the conference room door.

Under his lead, dozens of directors scrambled to escape, warning President Baker not to take action and not to involve them.

This is a case of one bad apple spoiling the whole bunch... Li Xianyu watched McCarthy's fleeing figure and inexplicably recalled how Victoria had deceived Hua Yu Zhenren at the Daoist Conference, claiming that her family, the McCarthy family, was a force planted in the United States by the Vatican.

That hits the nail on the head!

That's right, the McCarthy family was secretly supported by the Vatican, and the planning began after World War II. There are many similar families, but only the McCarthy family has risen to its current status.

This secret is known to no one but the current head of the family.

Victoria, this foreign woman, herself had no idea that she had once revealed a profound secret.

Li Xianyu and his group were able to easily infiltrate the headquarters building because of the McCarthy family's cover and the fact that they had prepared human skin masks of the people they were replacing in advance, which helped them deceive everyone.

With the help of members within the council, wouldn't it be incredibly easy to sneak in?

Baoze was able to learn about the Superpower Association's intrusion secrets immediately because the Blood Knight relayed them, and the Blood Knight used McCarthy as a conduit.

"Light!"

Leonid snapped his fingers, and the lights in the conference room dimmed.

Baker Richardson experienced complete darkness, his retina temporarily losing its ability to detect the refraction of light.

He was no stranger to similar experiences; he had been blind once before at the Pantheon.

McCarthy, Gonzach, Miraris King, Justin Jean, and Kenny Shogiba

(End of this chapter)