Chapter 024: Hide

Spam troops, spam troops, spam troops!

After realizing that the White Witch was not fighting alone but had gathered a group of subordinates, Wang Bo immediately adjusted his strategy and began to continuously spam troops.

Inside the desert factory, one mechanical soldier after another was manufactured.

The reason Wang Bo spammed troops was not to use these mechanical soldiers to overwhelm the White Witch.

That was simply unrealistic.

Wang Bo already knew how powerful the White Witch was; trying to overwhelm her with mechanical soldiers would be too difficult, so he would never do that.

He spammed troops precisely to deal with the White Witch's subordinates. Once her subordinates caused trouble, he could dispatch mechanical soldiers to quickly stop them.

But before Wang Bo had enough time to spam troops, the White Witch's subordinates made a move.

They actually intended to attack... Kingpin.

This shocked Wang Bo.

Wang Bo was no stranger to who Kingpin was—this guy was the biggest crime lord in New York and even the entire United States. He was meticulous, exceptionally intelligent, over ninety percent of his body was muscle, his strength was astonishing, he could punch through a wall with his bare hands, and he was also a world-class combat expert.

Such a person was extremely difficult to deal with.

Even a superhero like Spider-Man had to be careful when fighting Kingpin.

Having over ninety percent of his body be muscle meant Kingpin's strength far exceeded that of ordinary people, and also meant his endurance was equally extraordinary.

Wang Bo remembered that Kingpin sparred daily with a group of world-class fighters, always taking on ten at a time, yet each training session never lasted more than twenty seconds, and his training partners ended up either dead or injured.

Of course, Wang Bo thought the 'daily' part was an exaggeration.

After all, there weren't that many world-class fighters; if Kingpin crippled ten every day, who the hell would still fight him?

But this still showed how formidable Kingpin was.

Even a freak like Spider-Man would get injured after taking a few punches from Kingpin, and could even die.

After all, although Spider-Man had great strength and was tough, he wasn't invulnerable.

The one who was truly invulnerable was Superman.

Of course, as formidable as Kingpin's muscles were, they were nothing compared to his brain. The reason Kingpin could become the biggest boss in New York was not because of his muscles.

But because of his brain.

Such a person should, logically, be very hard to deal with.

But Wang Bo had no doubt that the White Witch's subordinates could defeat Kingpin. This wasn't because her subordinates were that powerful.

It was simply because their boss was the White Witch.

No matter how good Kingpin's brain was, it was useless against the White Witch.

The White Witch, a witch who had ruled the world of Narnia for over a century, had the power to crush Kingpin into dust. In the face of such power, did Kingpin have a chance to win?

No!

Once Kingpin was defeated, the White Witch could easily take over his subordinates. Wang Bo had no doubt she could do that.

After all, she was a big boss who had ruled a world; saying she didn't know how to manage subordinates would be nonsense.

So after learning about the White Witch's subordinates' actions, Wang Bo's first move was to contact Kingpin.

He had Friday find Kingpin's private number and made the call.

Soon, a domineering voice came through the phone. "Who are you, and why do you know this number?"

Wang Bo said, "Don't worry about who I am. I'm calling just to tell you that you're being targeted, Kingpin."

After a moment of silence, Kingpin's smug laughter came through the phone.

"So you're saying I'm being targeted? That means you want to sell me a favor. Fine, I can accept that favor, but you need to tell me who you are."

Kingpin was dismissive. As a big boss, countless people targeted him every day.

Among them were thugs, gangs, police, FBI, and a bunch of enemies. But had he ever cared? An anonymous call wanted him to owe a favor?

Then his favors would be too cheap.

So Kingpin didn't care about the call at all. He just wanted to find out who was calling, catch him, and torture him severely.

Then he'd shove a lit cigar into the guy's eye and tell this mysterious fool:

"No one, no one dares to play tricks in front of me."

Wang Bo understood Kingpin and knew what he was thinking, but that didn't mean Kingpin could ignore his warning. "I think you should listen to me, Kingpin."

"Hold on."

Kingpin sneered, picked up the desk phone, and called in a thin man—his trusted subordinate. Covering his own phone with one hand, he said to the man, "Trace the source of this call."

The man nodded slightly and quickly walked out.

Kingpin put his phone back to his ear. "Go ahead, I'm listening to your explanation."

His little trick didn't escape Wang Bo. Wang Bo said nonchalantly, "Right now, a very powerful person has set her sights on you, Kingpin. Her goal is to defeat you, crush you, take over your empire, and absorb your subordinates."

"And I'm probably her enemy, so I'm warning you. You don't need to know who I am, but you should hide immediately and not show your face."

Kingpin's brow twitched slightly, and he refused without hesitation. "You want me to hide? Who do you think I am? I am the King!"

Wang Bo said calmly, "I know who you are, but that's no reason for you to be arrogant, Kingpin. It's not that I look down on you, but the gap between you and her is too vast—so vast that I can't see any hope of you winning. So I need you to listen to me, Kingpin."

"Listen to you? Who do you think you are?" Just then, Kingpin's trusted subordinate pushed open the door and walked back in. Kingpin couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Now, he had finally caught this rat playing tricks.

Wang Bo sighed and said, "Looks like I have to give you a wake-up call."

Kingpin's heart suddenly tightened.

"Three, two, one, bang!" Wang Bo counted down and simulated a gunshot with his mouth.

Kingpin's trusted subordinate suddenly raised his hand, his right hand transforming into a cannon barrel. With a dull bang, a sonic blast swept out, the intense sound waves distorting the air and shattering the solid wood desk in front of Kingpin.

Fragments flew in all directions.

The sonic blast's attack was like a roaring beast, carrying unparalleled force, brutally destroying everything in its path.

The immense impact sent Kingpin, who couldn't dodge in time, flying.

Even the phone in Kingpin's hand was not spared, shattered into a pile of parts.