Max Thunderman Now Novels & Stories

It had been a long time since the Trumans had felt such dignity, especially when facing the powerful Newmans. Trent forced himself to stay calm, thinking that Henry might not understand the actual weight of his words, but he definitely had the ability to kill him. He replied hastily, "N—no need to go that far. Besides, our family's elder, Dean Newman, has recently left seclusion. He has advanced into the peak-stage Grandmaster level. No matter how strong your ally is, they stand no chance against him. He will also inherit the position of Ivory Unicorn." "And?" Henry asked indifferently.

The friends weren’t the least bit fazed by the old man. “Well then, welcome to our humble abode,” Cain spoke up. “And who the hell are you?” another guy, Truman asked. Before Cain could reply, he was beat to it. “Aren’t you Cain Black? The Enforcer of the Silver Moon Pack?” Dumont asked. “I’m Cain Henriques and I no longer belong to that pack,” Cain corrected through gritted teeth. He wished he never had anything to do with that pack. “And who are they?” another guy, Presley asked.

When the shirtless man grew closer, Gregg could see two large lightning bolt tattoos on each side of the man’s six-pack abdomen. Gregg could now see the dark figure. It was a man with white makeup on his face, along with what appeared to be black eyeshadow. The man had his pitch-black long hair tied up into a ponytail, and it looked like he had blood painted across his broad shoulders. The white makeup made the man look like Jared Leto’s Joker from the Snyder Cut Justice League. Gregg felt helpless while looking up at this shirtless, sweaty mass of raw muscle who was towering over him, holding a shiny long antique battle-ax in his left hand. Gregg recognized the man’s face through the white

"Quickly throw his body to the wolves." "Yes, boss." The thief's body was quickly carried away by his subordinates. Ivan looked up at the black sky with a triumphant smile. "If you want to kill this Ivan, you have to see what your abilities are." Jennifer wanted to go to sleep but couldn't sleep, the pain was so sharp that she couldn't sleep. Suddenly she remembered the image of Ivan earlier, so powerful and beautiful. Who is this man after all? Why do you have so many people targeting you? Jennifer was thinking when suddenly the phone on the table rang, she hesitated but pressed the answer button.

However, compared with the army of tens of thousands of guards, although the damage of lightning was fierce, it was too inadequate at this moment. Moreover, even if some of them died, there were still continuous follow-up supplement. Therefore, the fat man soon showed a mocking smile again. "It seems that he is really a fool. He used so much energy to open up these big ways. In addition to wasting his own energy, what else can he do?" The man who reported the news nodded. “That is right.” However, what they didn't know was that although the Mysterious Thunder was an attack, the Earth Fire was not mainly an attack, but assistance.

They moved with a jerky, terrifying precision, their fingers extending into long, glowing needles. But it was the leader of the squad that stopped Leo’s heart. It was a man in a tattered tuxedo, his face half-hidden by a mask of silver glass. He carried a silver cane that sparked with black lightning. "Hello, Mr. Thorne," the masked man said, his voice a distorted, haunting echo of the Omega-Thorne from the void. "The Founder sends his regards. He says he’s ready to offer you a new deal. One that involves the Original Meilin he’s been keeping in a cage in the Apex."