In Yanjing, a bustling metropolis, Fu Yu stood on the rooftop of a skyscraper, his face twisted into a ferocious expression.
"Help! We need help! There's a sharp Golden Monster over in Yanjing, accompanied by three Red Sharp Ghosts! We need more assistance!" Fu Yu's face turned incredibly pale as he shouted into his communicator. He cursed under his breath, "Damn it all! Three Red Sharp Ghosts and one Golden one... I'm going to die!"
Despite his words, he still beckoned for his team to follow him.
"Boss, we have a problem! That Golden Monster seems to have flown over from Yanjing University's direction."
"Shit!" Fu Yu swore. "Have you made contact with Old Long?"
"Yes, Old Long is rushing toward that location. Other high-level experts are also en route, but the situation might spiral out of control!"
