The Plum Guest formed seals with both hands, blood from his chest burst into mist, and a huge thrust sent his figure retreating explosively, creating distance from the Eight-foot Bride.
The Plum Guest looked at the Eight-foot Bride in disbelief.
What the hell is this?
Is this a monster a human can fight against?!
Just one encounter, and I'm severely injured?!
The Plum Guest knew he definitely couldn't beat this guy claiming to be Maitreya.
This must be the Security Administration's secret weapon.
This kind of secret weapon is definitely meant for killing, not capturing!
A huge sense of crisis surged in the Plum Guest's heart, and he suddenly looked behind him.
In that Land Cruiser, there were two ordinary people.
The administrators of the Security Administration have one characteristic.
No matter how ruthless their methods, most of them won't harm civilians; they know to protect the lives of the common people.
A plan instantly formed in his mind.
