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

He shook his phone in frustration, looking heartbroken.

Beside him, Wang Ye was leaning against a Roman column, his eyes closed and his breathing even.

This young master from the capital city seizes every opportunity to catch up on sleep, his head occasionally swaying downwards, making one worry he might twist his neck.

Zhuge Qing, on the other hand, was much more elegant.

He pulled out a small file from somewhere and was carefully trimming his nails.

Zhang Tianyi sat in the main seat.

A plate of freshly cut tropical fruit sat in front of him.

Chen Duo was holding a small silver fork and obediently offering him a piece of dragon fruit to his mouth.

Zhang Tianyi took a bite and nodded in satisfaction.

"This fruit is very juicy and quite sweet."

He took a couple of bites, turned his head, and his gaze fell on King Nathan, who sat opposite him, maintaining a dignified posture.

Just a second ago.

King Nathan's hand, which was holding the teacup, suddenly stopped in mid-air.

A ripple passed through her eyes.

As the queen of Nathan Island, she has an inexplicable spiritual connection with the sacred tree.

At this moment, she could clearly feel the "atrocity" of the intruders.

"coming."

King Nathan gently set down his teacup; the sound was soft, yet it caused the air in the hall to momentarily freeze.

"What's here? The food's served?"

Zhang Chulan immediately put his phone back in his pocket and came over with renewed vigor.

"They are Behemoth's men."

King Nathan stood up and calmly looked toward the exit of the hall.

"They have already begun a large-scale clearing operation on the island. Their objective is clear: they are systematically capturing islanders."

Upon hearing this, Wang Ye, who had been dozing off, opened his eyes a crack.

Zhuge Qing also stopped trimming her nails and blew away the nail clippings from her fingertips.

"Wow, these Americans are pretty quick."

Zhang Tianyi leaned back in her chair, not only showing no reaction but also revealing a smile of watching the show.

He reached for a wet wipe, dried his hands, and casually joked:

"They've come all the way to our doorstep to buy goods, and you, as the host, aren't you going out to show your appreciation?"

Nathan King ignored Zhang Tianyi's teasing.

She turned around and glanced at the Nathan Guards who stood solemnly on both sides of the hall.

Each of these warriors chosen by the divine tree possesses an extremely distinct personal character.

“Anthony.”

King Nathan's voice was cold and majestic.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

A young white man with a full head of black hair and an aura of wildness walked out.

Anthony, nicknamed "Little Zeus".

“Guna, Wu, Besdia…” King Nasen continued calling out names.

"We are willing to fight for the sacred tree."

"Okay, okay, I know~"

King Nathan looked at the guards before him, each with a different appearance, yet all equally loyal and powerful.

She slightly raised her chin and gave the final instruction:

“Apart from Elijah and Alfonso, the two of them stayed behind to guard the royal city and continue to accompany Celestial Pivot Master.”

"The rest of you, go out of the city and meet the enemy!"

King Nathan's voice was not loud, but it carried an unyielding will.

"Nathan Island is not a wheat field they can harvest at will!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Several Nathan guards readily accepted the order.

Then, space distorted, and they disappeared from the spot.

Watching the group of people leave with murderous intent.

Zhang Chulan smacked his lips and whispered in Zhang Tianyi's ear:

"Master, do you really think they can do it?"

Chapter 279 Master, this bastard who's hanging upside down is really wicked!

In the tranquil reception room, the aroma of fruit mingled with the subtle fragrance of tea.

With King Nathan gone, the hall fell silent once more.

Zhang Tianyi was holding a silver skewer, idly poking at a piece of watermelon on his plate.

Upon hearing Zhang Chulan's question, he uttered a single word quite decisively:

"Sending them to their deaths."

"Huh?" Zhang Chulan was taken aback.

"No way? Those people looked so aggressive just now. They were handpicked guards from the Divine Tree, so they should be very strong, right?"

"Grandson, it's ridiculous for Nathan Island to take on an American company with such a small number of people."

Zhang Tianyi pointed to the direction Nathan Wei had just left with the skewer, and pursed his lips:

"These people are all driven by passion. If they don't get riddled with bullets, tied up, and dissected for research, then they should be grateful for the good deeds of their ancestors."

Hearing this sharp comment...

Zhuge Qing, who was filing his nails with a small file nearby, nodded in deep agreement:

"Indeed. Individual martial prowess is useless against a behemoth like a company unless you, Mr. Tian, ​​transcend the rules."

Zhang Chulan wholeheartedly agreed.

He rolled his eyes, and somehow the topic suddenly took a turn.

“Master, speaking of this… I’ve had this on my mind for a long time, and I just have to get it off my chest.”

Zhang Chulan pulled over a stone bench and sat down, moving even closer, his brows furrowed:

"Tell me, is it really okay for us to just leave that purple-haired foreigner outside the capital to guard the gate?"

"That guy is a notorious lunatic! Keeping him in our team is like planting a time bomb next to us."

Upon hearing this...

Wang Ye, who was dozing off, opened one eye.

Seeing Zhang Chulan's worried expression, he couldn't help but laugh and bluntly exposed his mistake:

"Hey Lao Zhang, your abacus beads are practically hitting my face."

"You're not worried about safety, you're clearly just feeling insecure about your career and trying to sabotage them!"

Wang Ye yawned and shifted into a more comfortable position, leaning back:

"Look how fast they can slide upside down on their knees! And they call you 'real person' so affectionately, even more so than you do."

Are you afraid he'll steal your job as the top henchman of the Celestial Master's Mansion?

"Get out of here! Stop using your sordid workplace rules to judge my noble soul!"

Zhang Chulan reacted like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, immediately becoming agitated.

He stood up and patted his chest with an air of righteous indignation:

"Am I, Zhang Chulan, the kind of person who is jealous of talent and ability? I'm just nipping problems in the bud! I'm taking precautions!"

To prove that he was not settling a personal score.

Zhang Chulan pulled Feng Baobao up from her seat, who was squatting on the corner of the table, intently building a pagoda out of watermelon seeds.

"Old Wang, if you don't believe me, you should at least believe Bao'er's intuition, right?"

Zhang Chulan pointed at Feng Baobao and began to present evidence with great conviction:

“Sister Bao told me herself! Although that purple-haired foreigner had a smile on his face like a chrysanthemum, his malice never stopped!”

He pulled her so hard that the watermelon seed tower she had just built collapsed with a crash.

She wasn't angry; she just turned her head blankly and stared at everyone.

"Ah."

Feng Baobao nodded very honestly, testifying for Zhang Chulan:

"That idiot is full of bad ideas."

With Bao'er's "official radar" certification, Zhang Chulan instantly felt more confident.

He spread his hands and looked at Zhang Tianyi:

“Listen to this, Master! Even Bao’er has said so! How could a viper who grew up in the mud willingly become someone’s dog?”

"I absolutely do not believe he will surrender obediently! That bastard is probably plotting something against us right now!"

After saying that...