Facing these "pre-meal water" who were sweating on their foreheads and trembling in their legs, Cook P. Jones didn't even have the interest to show himself.

At this moment, the stray animals surrounding the gate of the high-end residential area automatically parted a path, prostrating their bodies and lying flat on the ground.

"Huck" held its head high, its tail erect, walking out from the path cleared by the stray animals with immense pride.

It stared at these trembling residential area bodyguards, threw its head back, and let out a furious bark!

"Woof!"

This furious bark was like a signal. All the stray animals prostrating behind Huck stood up!

The next moment!

These stray animals! Began to charge wildly towards these residential area bodyguards!

A countless black tide surged towards these bodyguards!

"Ah!"

......

Countless screams rang out!

In a very short time, these "pre-meal water" were submerged by hundreds of thousands of stray animals.

As for that mid-rank Superhuman within the bodyguard team, just as he was about to launch an attack, he was suddenly slapped onto the ground by Huck who appeared out of nowhere, knocked unconscious.

Huck, this mutated Groenendael dog, under the careful nurturing of Cook P. Jones who possessed considerable hunter talent, had already grown into a Ninth Tier supernatural creature.

Dealing with a mid-rank Martial Artist with little talent didn't even require its full attention.

It pushed off with its hind legs, closed in on its opponent, stood upright on its hind legs, extended its right front paw, and gave the opponent's head a light tap.

The battle ended just like that...

Huck was only one step away from becoming a Legendary creature.

Although for it, lacking any bloodline talent, becoming a Legendary creature was almost impossible.

But one must remember something: in a certain strict sense, Loren himself was only at the Ninth Tier at this moment...

The Ninth Tier, this rank only one step away from Legendary, was already the peak that many human Superhumans could reach.

Things in the Star Realm were always cruel.

Most Superhumans couldn't even catch a glimpse of the back of this dog, "Huck"...

Talent was the first obstacle; cultivation resources like Spirit Stones were the second threshold; luck was the third threshold.

Not every Superhuman was a Rule-Based Psychic; nor did every Superhuman possess Loren's Fortune.

For a place like the Slums to produce someone like Loren was almost no different from a miracle.

Superhumans with good talent from the Slums were often limited by Spirit Stones, dying on the road pursuing them...

Among Superhumans, schemes and conspiracies were always endless.

Unfortunately, in the Star Realm governed by the gods, Superhumans were divided into various classes from the very beginning.

Except for The Empire, which served as an "ideal land" where the living environment was somewhat better for ordinary Superhumans.

Everywhere else, when you peeled back the surface, it was all the same.

The difference between these places and The Abyss was that The Abyss wanted your soul after death.

While these places wanted your soul while you were alive.

Layer upon layer of invisible, vast nets divided countless groups, causing them to attack and slander each other.

This was an era where the weak had no power to choose.

And this was also the fundamental reason for Loren's madness. His bonds were all in the past, all devoured by this vast net.

What crawled out of that dim, narrow alley was a gentlemanly demon who only knew how to laugh maniacally.

To him, the gods and The Abyss held no difference; they were the same, all just playthings for his amusement.

No one was noble. He only wanted destruction, nothing more.

Perhaps compared to his soul, his Psychic Ability could indeed be considered calm...

He was an avenger, and also a madman.

He did not mind personally delivering the Star Realm to the ultimate carnival named "the end".

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Federal Calendar 7708, December 4th, early morning hours.

Jadeite Main City, central district.

A high-end residential area.

Led by Huck, this Ninth Tier supernatural creature, countless stray animals chaotically charged into this high-end residential area...

And at the entrance of the high-end residential area, countless injured, unconscious "pre-meal water" were left behind.

Their bodies were covered with countless scratches of varying sizes.

The people watching the commotion near the high-end residential area, faced with this vicious incident of stray animals attacking humans!

Finally reacted, realizing this wasn't an ordinary spectacle, but a terrorist attack under the influence of an unknown force!

Specifically targeting the nouveau riche!

People began dialing the Law Enforcement Department and the Security Department, reporting the events happening here to these two Federation departments...

Sensing this scene, Loren revealed a smile that seemed to say he hadn't had enough fun yet.

This time, he did not activate his ability to stop these people from notifying the Law Enforcement Department and the Security Bureau.

This place was the battlefield chosen by Cook P. Jones.

This high-end residential area, with its vast land area, was a gathering place for countless nouveau riche.

Not only had the old aristocracy learned to band together, these nouveau riche also knew how to stick together.

"Spacious," "wealthy," "no ordinary civilians"—these three conditions perfectly matched Cook P. Jones's vision for his place of revenge.

To choose this place, Cook P. Jones tearfully gave up on a small portion of the nouveau riche living in other areas...

On that Enemy Notebook provided by Loren, at least over a dozen nouveau riche were regretfully abandoned by Cook P. Jones.

These dozen or so abandoned nouveau riche were the less sociable ones, living in quite scattered locations.

They operated relatively monopolistic emerging industries and didn't need to huddle together for warmth.

These wealthy individuals operating monopolistic emerging industries only needed to pay the Federation's high taxes...

And monopolistic emerging industries were often the areas with the highest profit margins.

These well-behaved, monopolistic nouveau riche, after paying the Federation's high taxes, would also establish numerous charitable foundations under various names!

After passing through many layers of transfers, a considerable portion of the funds from these charitable foundations would quietly flow into various accounts of the Security Bureau.

In fact, apart from the funding allocated by the Energy Department, these nouveau riche from various monopolistic industries were the Security Bureau's largest source of funds!!

The Security Bureau, driven mad by poverty, the Security Bureau whose operational funds were never smooth, would be the best friend of these monopolistic industry tycoons...

Anyone who tried to move against these monopolistic industry tycoons in business would learn from the Security Bureau what it meant to be "the Federation's most notorious department with real power"!

This was the fundamental reason they had the confidence to be unsociable!

Calling them commercial agents supported by the Security Bureau wouldn't be an exaggeration...

If not for the fact that these wealthy individuals operating monopolistic emerging industries lived too scattered.

They would have been the ones Cook P. Jones most wanted to rob!

At this moment! A short while after "Huck" led countless stray animals charging into this high-end residential area.

From beneath the ground at the entrance of the high-end residential area came a faint tremor...

As everyone knows, after the pre-meal water comes the appetizer.

Cook P. Jones had no interest in the "pre-meal water," but he was very interested in tasting the upcoming "appetizer"!

These powerful private bodyguards hired by the wealthy were, to Cook P. Jones, a delicious "appetizer"!

Before the main course named "Security Bureau" arrived, he planned to warm up his body in advance!

And also whet the appetite he had suppressed for several years!

"Boom!"

A huge circular pit collapsed in the ground at the entrance of the high-end residential area!!

A ferocious monster, over a hundred meters tall, fiercely burst out from the ground!

Giant Sandworm attack!

Cook P. Jones's specially contracted big baby!!

The enormous, elongated monster, upon reaching the surface, couldn't wait to let out a low-frequency roar!!!

"Eat!!!"