American Comics: BOSS Invasion

The Grandmaster paused for a moment, then burst out laughing.

"Sorry, what did you just say? You want me to submit to you and be your third strategist? Are you sure you're not talking in your sleep? Hahaha!"

He seemed to think he had told a very funny joke, and couldn't wait to burst into laughter as soon as he finished speaking.

All the spectators in the audience burst into wild laughter, banging on tables and benches, making everything rattle and clatter. Some people were even laughing to the point of tears.

The Grandmaster's female bodyguard beside him snorted softly, her expression even more disdainful.

Frieza quietly watched the people in front of him going crazy, his expression unchanged.

If it had been before, anyone who dared to show even a hint of disrespect in front of him would have been instantly killed.

After repeatedly encountering the Dragon Ball warriors and tasting defeat several times, Frieza had also changed a lot.

At the very least, he had become more cunning and cautious.

Facing the tidal wave of mockery, Frieza coldly said, "10 seconds left!"

"Hahahahaha!"

The Grandmaster suddenly clutched his stomach and fell to the ground, rolling back and forth in laughter.

"Did you hear what he said? He said 10 seconds left! Hahahahaha!"

"Hahahahaha!"

The laughter in the audience reached another climax.

Several thugs behind him were also infected by the atmosphere and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Frieza coldly turned his head, and the thugs immediately fell silent.

"Time's up! I know your choice!"

Frieza glanced at the audience stand next to him, and suddenly clenched his right fist, then quickly opened his palm downward.

A strong stream of air rushed close to the ground, spreading out in all directions, and then suddenly exploded, with endless smoke and dust rolling out, obscuring everyone's vision.

The earth trembled violently, and explosions rang in his ears.

A huge mushroom cloud gradually formed in the sky, covering the arena and the surrounding 20 kilometers.

The Grandmaster abruptly stopped laughing, scrambled to his feet, his eyes wide open, staring intently at the expressionless Frieza.

"A bunch of ants, so noisy!"

Frieza narrowed his eyes slightly, the air around him churning and exploding.

The smoke and dust in the sky were instantly torn apart. The arena, which had been crowded with people and filled with laughter just a moment ago, had now turned into a flat ground.

Not only the arena area, but at least half of the city was flattened by Frieza's casual blow.

The previously towering buildings, bustling commercial streets, and all kinds of races had disappeared without a trace in an instant.

The Grandmaster's pupils contracted, and he subconsciously took a small step forward, with an expression of disbelief on his face.

The fat woman bodyguard who had been standing next to him finally changed her expression at this moment.

The weapon she was holding instantly raised, aiming at Frieza.

The guards behind him did the same.

They were clearly not used to this change. The object of their unrestrained ridicule just now could actually threaten their lives in the blink of an eye.

They were the Grandmaster's guards, and no one was more noble than the Grandmaster on this planet.

Throughout the long timeline, they had been playing with other people's lives, and never thought that one day their own lives would be in the hands of others.

"Who exactly are you?" The Grandmaster's face was serious.

The fat woman glanced at him without speaking, but the vigilance in her heart increased another level.

The Grandmaster was an ancient race, and his life was almost as long as the universe.

Inherent nobility had brought him supreme power. After centuries of living in a drunken dream, boredom and tedium made him addicted to joking and gambling.

Since then, the Grandmaster always had a smile on his face.

The fat woman didn't know how long she had been seeing this smile.

"I gave you the chance! Since you've already made your choice, don't waste my time anymore!"

Frieza said with a indifferent expression, he tilted his head slightly and ordered coldly: "Prepare to attack other areas, capture people to expand the Frieza Force, and kill anyone who dares to resist!"

"Yes!" These thugs straightened their backs, cold sweat pouring down their foreheads.

Hearing Frieza's order, they answered neatly and loudly, then turned and rushed into the spaceship.

The spaceship ignited, randomly selected a direction, and flew away in a hurry.

Frieza could feel the fear in the hearts of his subordinates, which was exactly what he wanted, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, with a penetrating look in his eyes.

A death beam shot out, suddenly splitting into countless tiny lasers in mid-air, accurately drilling into the brow of each person.

The Grandmaster and his group stiffened for a few seconds, and fell to the ground with tiny holes in their foreheads.

Frieza snorted coldly.

"Dirty planet, so-called civilization. You are not qualified to join the Frieza Force, it is better to destroy and rebuild!"

After speaking, his figure flashed, directly appearing in the air, a sonic boom, Frieza rushed towards the horizon like a meteor, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

About 30 seconds later, the Grandmaster's body, which had been cold on the ground, suddenly moved, and then slowly sat up.

"Dangerous, dangerous! When did such a character appear in the universe, I almost lost my life!"

The Grandmaster showed a big smile on his face, feeling the thrill of surviving a catastrophe.

"Interesting, it's so interesting. For such a long time, it's been boring duels every day. Finally, something new has appeared! Let me see what this King Frieza wants to do!"

He lowered his head slightly and muttered: "How long are you going to lie there? Get up, Topaz! Something interesting is happening!"

As he spoke, he flicked a blue light from his finger, and the fat woman who was clearly dead on the ground suddenly sat up.

She first touched the weapon in her hand, then touched the healed hole on her forehead, and looked at the Grandmaster with an expressionless face: "So you were doing all this on purpose?"

"I can't say it was completely intentional. Frieza's combat power really gave me a shock!"

The Grandmaster pointed to the surroundings with a wanton smile on the corner of his mouth: "You have also seen that his ability is very strong, tearing objects into atoms with a wave of his hand.

Although I can resurrect people who have died within three minutes, the premise is that there must be a corpse. If even the corpse disappears, then even I can't do anything!"

"Understood!" The fat woman got up and said, "What do you want to do?"

"Hide and watch the show!"

The Grandmaster blinked slyly, waved his right hand, and an invisible airflow gathered beside him, quickly turning into two corpses under the entanglement of blue light.

It was exactly the appearance of the Grandmaster and the fat woman.

The Grandmaster's main body disappeared into thin air with the fat woman after a slight smile.