One person: Starting with the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, his grandmaster uncle emerges from seclusion.

"withdraw!"

Qu Tong felt the power of the resealed divine tree without the slightest greed.

She clutched her chest and gave orders to those still stubbornly resisting.

Chai Yan threw out a teleportation scroll.

A black portal immediately took shape.

"Trying to leave?!"

Garcia roared and smashed a breastplate with his fist, just about to pounce.

Qu Tong, however, plunged headfirst into the portal without hesitation.

Before disappearing, she looked back at the sky to the southwest.

"Zhang Tianyi".

Qu Tong wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, her eyes filled with ruthlessness:

"Let's start this game again!"

Chapter 267 The Real Captain America - Hero Shawn

"boom!"

Garcia slammed his fist into the closing portal.

But it was too late.

The portal suddenly contracted in mid-air, eventually turning into a black dot.

It vanished without a trace, accompanied by a few falling scraps of paper.

Garcia's punch missed its mark, shattering the several-ton rock behind him into fragments.

"Fuck!!"

Alfonso was so angry that he kicked the pebbles on the ground, his once delicate face turning bright red.

"Who are these people?! They come and go as they please under the sacred tree, treating us Nasenwei like we don't exist?!"

Elijah walked to the spot where the portal had disappeared.

He squatted down.

He picked up a small pinch of powder from the ground, which still smelled burnt, and smelled it under his nose.

"Stop complaining, Alfonso."

Elijah dusted off his hands, his tone unusually serious:

“They came prepared, their equipment is ridiculously luxurious. They have more magical artifacts on them than you’ve ever seen before.”

"The financial resources and background of this group are definitely not those of a disorganized mob."

King Nathan ignored the anger of his men.

She walked to the thick roots of the sacred tree, stretched out her palm, and gently placed it on the trunk.

A few seconds later.

King Nathan withdrew his hand, a look of doubt flashing in his eyes, but he also breathed a sigh of relief.

"Your Majesty, how is the divine tree?" Garcia hurried over and asked anxiously.

"It's alright."

King Nathan shook his head, his tone calm:

"That person just now did not intend to destroy or take away the core of the divine tree."

She merely borrowed the power of the divine tree to cleanse something from within her own soul.

"It's like... borrowing our well water to wash your hands."

Using the sacred tree to wash one's hands?!

Upon hearing this analogy, the expressions on the faces of the Nathan Guards were those of someone suffering from constipation.

This is even more humiliating than stealing!

While the group was still feeling frustrated about this matter...

The oldest "grandmother" in Nathan's Guard, Joachim, came over.

Her hair was gray, and she wore glasses, looking just like an old scholar.

"king."

Joaquin bowed slightly, his hoarse voice echoing beneath the sacred tree:

"Two guests have arrived outside the palace, saying they wish to see you."

King Nathan turned around: "Who?"

“The people of Behemoth.”

Joachim lifted his eyelids and added:

"But the people who came weren't those politicians. It was Sean, and that little bug following him around."

Upon hearing the name "Sean," Elijah and Garcia exchanged a glance.

They both saw something strange in each other's eyes.

……

An open space outside the palace.

Two men with vastly different styles were standing there.

One of them was nearly two meters tall, blond, blue-eyed, and muscular.

He stood ramrod straight, his chin slightly tucked in, his eyes radiating a resolute light that could almost be described as "great, glorious, and correct."

If you put a five-pointed star shield in his hand, he would look exactly like Captain America straight out of a comic book!

This is the "only" survivor of Behemoth SP1 potion.

A superstar in the Western supernatural community—"Hero" Sean!

And half a step to his side.

A thin young man was standing there.

This is Little Bug, Sean's most trusted and closest comrade-in-arms, and also his most loyal fan.

"Da, da, da."

King Nathan, accompanied by several guards, descended the stone steps of the palace.

Upon seeing King Nathan appear, Sean immediately stepped forward.

He placed his right hand on his left chest, performing a standard salute.

"Your Majesty, I apologize for disturbing you."

Sean's voice is very deep and captivating.

"What business do the people of Behemoth have with me?"

King Nathan looked at him, his tone completely flat.

"If you're here to deliver an ultimatum on behalf of that capitalist Ron, then there's no need to waste your breath."

"No, you've misunderstood."

Sean immediately shook his head, a genuine anxiety showing on his upright face.

“I am standing here today not on behalf of the Behemoth board of directors. I am here in my personal capacity.”

Sean took a deep breath and looked directly at King Nathan:

“Wang, I know how those people on the board behave. They’ll stop at nothing to get this island.”

"I do not agree with this extreme approach! It goes against the original intention of justice!"

Sean clenched his fist, his voice filled with absolute confidence that he would save the world:

"So, I brought the little bug with me and came all the way to your side."

"During the upcoming abdication ceremony, I will personally stay by your side to protect your safety!"

"As long as I'm here, I will never allow anyone to harm you through despicable means!"

He paused, then his tone became more earnest:

"I hope that this gentle approach will facilitate a smooth handover between Nathan Island and the company, preventing this place from becoming a bloodbath."

After listening to this impassioned and heroic speech...

The little bug following behind was so moved that tears almost fell, and he shouted wildly in his heart: Boss Sean is so cool! This is the light of justice!

The expressions on the faces of the Nathan Guards on the opposite side were quite interesting.

Alfonso's lips twitched twice, then he turned to Elijah and whispered:

"Did this guy's brain get damaged by the muscles when he was injected with the drug?"

Elijah shrugged, looking completely unsurprised.

"He's always been like this. He lives in his own superhero script, and his strength is ridiculously high, so the Behemoth executives can't do anything about him."

King Nathan looked at the muscular man in front of him, whose face was radiating righteousness.

She neither laughed nor was moved.

He simply nodded calmly.

"I appreciate your kindness. If you want to stay, then stay."

For her, it didn't matter whether there was one more security guard or one less.

Anyway, the one thing this island has in abundance is uncertainty.