Chapter 342: Chapter 302: Not Even Jesus Can Help, I Said So!

The news of the Ancestor Man descending and transforming into the “Light Giant” spread across New York in an instant.

In a flash, the entire city of New York was in uproar.

Countless people were inquiring about the whereabouts of the “Light Giant” the Ancestor Man transformed into.

Upon learning that the Ancestor Man was heading towards the headquarters of the “New York Times” on Eighth Avenue,

many people drove over, eagerly wanting to see how the Ancestor Man would deal with those at the “New York Times.”

Because the Ancestor Man had not shown much malice up to this point, many people speculated that he probably wouldn’t go on a killing spree today.

So, in wanting to take revenge on the “New York Times” and heading towards their headquarters, could it be that he intends to flatten the New York Times Building all at once?

If that’s really the case, then things would really escalate.

The New York Times Building cost a massive six hundred million dollars to construct, with fifty-two floors, standing at a height of 261 meters. It is a structure of steel and glass, designed by the famous Italian architect Renzo Piano. The first twenty-eight floors are used by the New York Times, while the other twenty-four floors are rented out to other companies.

It can be said that this building is practically the lifeline of the “New York Times.”

If this building were indeed destroyed, the “New York Times” might not even be able to cry it out.

Even ordinary people could think of this.

The owner of the “New York Times,” Little Solzberg, and the CEO, Mark Thompson, certainly wouldn’t miss this point.

At this moment, they were angrier than one another.

Ancestor Man!

You’ve lost your conscience for eight generations, haven’t you!

As the saying goes, don’t take it out on others too harshly.

If you have a problem with us, just kill us directly.

Why aim to destroy the building?

Please, don’t do this, okay?

Yes, from the perspectives of Little Solzberg and Mark Thompson, destroying the headquarters of the “New York Times” would be more unbearable than killing them.

Why?

Why, indeed!

This building cost a whopping six hundred million dollars!

Moreover, ever since the “New York Times” sold the old New York Times Building in 1961, which was the United Chemical Building over by Times Square, they had been leasing office buildings as their headquarters.

It wasn’t until 2007 that they finally built the new New York Times Building and had a new “front.”

If it were destroyed now, it would be equivalent to tearing apart the face they managed to regain from over half a century of “wandering.”

And it would happen during Little Solzberg and Mark Thompson’s tenure at this world-renowned media company, making them surely a laughingstock worldwide.

So, of course, they would feel that if the new New York Times Building were destroyed, it would be more painful than death.

Even though Little Solzberg and Mark Thompson flew into a rage, they knew full well that if the Ancestor Man truly intended to do so, they would be powerless to stop it, merely left to rage impotently.

No one in the world could halt the footsteps of the Ancestor Man.

How could Little Solzberg and Mark Thompson possibly have a way to stop him?

With this thought, Little Solzberg and Mark Thompson were nearly infuriated to the brink of unconsciousness, having no choice but to simmer in their anger and dutifully evacuate every person inside the building.

Otherwise, if casualties occurred later, they might suffer even greater losses.

In a very short period, the personnel inside the New York Times Building evacuated to a safe area.

Neither Little Solzberg, Mark Thompson, company executives nor ordinary office workers strayed too far.

They stood on the street nearby, wanting to see what the Ancestor Man would do when he arrived.

Even though they guessed that the other party might destroy the New York Times Building, they were certainly unwilling in their hearts until they could witness it with their own eyes.

Little did they know that their evacuation played right into Lu Li’s strategy.

Indeed, Lu Li deliberately released the news in advance that he was headed to Eighth Avenue just to have the people in the New York Times Building evacuate.

This time, he only wanted to impose a small punishment.

He never intended to take anyone’s life.

Of course, he needed to give ample time for people in the building to escape.

…

At this moment, Lu Li was heading towards Eighth Avenue to “admire” the architectural scenery.

The reason for heading to the New York Times Building was purely to “accidentally” destroy it, teaching the “New York Times” a lesson.

I didn’t provoke you guys.

Yet your newspaper keeps making slanderous and defamatory remarks about me in the media?

Even ordinary people would have a temper and would likely sue the “New York Times” seven or eight times out of ten.

As the only superpower in the world,

Now with immense power that “doesn’t care for beef,”

How could Lu Li swallow this slight?

Lu Li couldn’t care less about any excuses.

His mentality was clear: his inner peace comes first.

Today, the New York Times Building is being demolished, for sure!

Even if Jesus came, it would be of no use, I’ve declared!

Amid thoughts of retaliation, he soon led a large crowd of curious onlookers towards the vicinity of the New York Times Building.

During this time, numerous police cars gave chase.

But at this point, the entire New York was astir with the incarnation of the Ancestor Man as the “Light Giant.”

Countless people came rushing from all directions just to witness the spectacle of Ancestor Man.

They had already blocked every road leading to Eighth Avenue, leaving no way for the police cars to advance.

Of course, those New York police didn’t just stay in their patrol cars and wait; they all got out and chased Mr. Ancestor.

The unfortunate thing is, how could someone with a height of twenty meters walking be caught up by a human one or two meters tall?

Besides, Lu Li activated the Biological Force Field to alter the surrounding fields, making his strides swift and light.

Finally, Lu Li arrived at his destination.

At this moment, a large crowd had gathered around the New York Times Building.

When they saw the “Light Giant,” the transformation of Mr. Ancestor, appear, they were all excited and noisy.

“Oh my God!”

“It’s really the ’Light Giant’!”

“I can hardly believe my eyes. It turns out Mr. Ancestor’s superpowers are far greater than we previously guessed, he can even transform into a giant?”

“Divine might, astonishing!”

The crowd marveled at the giant standing over twenty meters tall.

After a brief amazement, many of the bystanders began to speculate.

“Hey, what do you think Mr. Ancestor rushed over here from miles away to do?”

“What else could he be planning to do but destroy the Times Building!”

“Sweat, he wouldn’t do that, would he? If he really did, how would he be any different from terrorists?”

The bystanders were chattering away.

With Lu Li’s superb perception, he naturally heard the murmurs of the bystanders clearly.

A smirk involuntarily tugged at the corner of his mouth.

Of course, he wouldn’t be a “terrorist.”

That’s why he had previously planned to “accidentally” destroy the Times Building.

Lu Li first checked if there were people still inside the Times Building.

After confirming there were none, he prepared to execute the “accidental” event.

With that in mind, Lu Li deliberately interacted with the bystanders, putting on an amiable demeanor.

A few minutes later, the first group of three or four New York police officers finally arrived on the scene.

The leader, a bearded New York policeman, despite trembling all over with fear, dutifully mustered the courage, raised his pistol, and shouted, “Mr. Ancestor, please leave here immediately and do not harm the surrounding crowd!”

Lu Li deliberately stood a little to the side of the Times Building and then pretended not to hear the man speak, bending down to ask, “Brother, what did you just say?”

As he bent down, he used intangible energy to activate the policeman’s gun trigger.

Bang!

A gunshot suddenly rang out!

All the onlooking New Yorkers were stunned!

They never expected that Mr. Ancestor would show no signs of malice, only for the police to suddenly launch an attack by opening fire!

Instantly, many people’s first reaction was anger.

They wanted to condemn that New York policeman for firing indiscriminately.

Mr. Ancestor didn’t show any malice, so what was the point of shooting now?

Before the crowd could voice their complaints,

a scene so comical it was hard not to laugh unfolded.

Mr. Ancestor “cried out” in agony, “Ah, I’ve been shot!”

Suddenly, his gigantic body seemed to fly backward out of thin air, crashing heavily into the middle of the Times Building.

With a boom, a massive explosion resounded!

Everyone watched as in front of Mr. Ancestor’s formidable body, the Times Building, as if made of paper, exploded at the point of impact.

In an instant, the fifty-two-story, 261-meter-tall skyscraper was split in half and began to collapse downward.

Typically, even when a building sustains a massive impact, it doesn’t collapse so rapidly.

However, at this moment, the Times Building seemed to be affected by some inexplicable force, collapsing at an incredible speed.

In the blink of an eye, the building turned into a pile of rubble under everyone’s watchful gaze.

While Mr. Ancestor lay inside, a look of innocence on his face.

Seeing this, the crowd was dumbfounded and eyes went black.

Goddammit!

A main battle tank’s armor-piercing rounds couldn’t break your defense.

How could a bullet fired from a handgun knock you away?

Everyone knows such a thing is impossible!

Yet, bizarrely, this scene had occurred in reality.

Mr. Ancestor truly got knocked “flying” by a handgun bullet and even caused the Times Building to collapse!

The crowd suddenly came to their senses, immediately realizing that Mr. Ancestor likely did this on purpose, just to destroy the Times Building!

The most critical point is, this way, Mr. Ancestor had sufficient reason to prove he wasn’t a terrorist, as his actions were a result of losing control after being shot at.

Little Solzberg was left dumbfounded after witnessing this!

Mark Thompson almost spat out a mouthful of old blood in rage!

The remaining staff of the New York Times, almost all of them, stared wide-eyed at Mr. Ancestor’s massive figure lying in the rubble of the Times Building not far away.

Damn!

They had seen shamelessness, but never someone as shameless as him!

To destroy the Times Building yet not want to take responsibility, acting like a “victim?”

Truly shameless beyond words!

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