I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property-Chapter 1405 - 1409: Put the Money in the Sack Yourself

"Rob us?" The President seemed to have heard a very funny joke, "You are indeed quite special, but you are alone. Do you think you're from the Time Bank?"

In the whole world, the only entity that might actually make the Hand of God Association cautious is the Time Bank.

"What's the Time Bank?" Zhang Menglong sneered, "Once I rob all of you, I'm going to rob the bank."

"Hahahaha!" The President laughed even harder. The Time Bank has faced countless robbery attempts throughout history, but to this day, no one has successfully stolen even a single Time Coin from the Time Bank, not even from one of its branches.

The reason is simple: Because a massive amount of Time Coins are stored within the Time Bank, the Power of Laws there is so dense that it naturally attracts more Power of Laws to protect those vaults!

To break those vaults, one must first break the Power of Laws. If someone were capable of breaking the Power of Laws, they would no longer be a creature that should exist in this world.

Of course, such people have existed, but for some unknown reason, they seemed to vanish from the world as if they had evaporated, remaining an unsolved mystery to this day.

This shows just how impregnable the security of the Time Bank is. Besides, whether he can even leave the Hand of God Association is still unknown, and yet Zhang Menglong actually wants to rob the Time Bank? He must be out of his mind.

"Sorry, I really don't care about your rotten eggs and bad tomatoes."

"Oh, is that so?" The President revealed a mysterious smile, "What about them?"

"Them?" Several lower-level members showed puzzled expressions.

"I've heard that the Association's council secretly invested a lot of resources into training a special unit, is it true?"

"I thought it was just a rumor."

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"This was meant to be our trump card in a full-scale conflict with the Time Bank. You're lucky to see it now!"

Despite appearances of peace, there are actually severe interest conflicts between the Time Bank and the Hand of God Association.

However, the Time Bank is far more affluent than the Hand of God Association, with substantial underlying assets that overshadow it. Hence, should an official conflict occur, the Hand of God Association would undoubtedly be at a disadvantage.

Therefore, a long time ago, five directors and some Level Five members jointly funded the training of an elite combat unit. This unit does not obey any individual commands, only the collective orders of the council.

But in reality, the President of the council had long turned the council into his own puppet, so this elite combat unit is virtually indistinguishable from being his own.

They lurk in the shadows, handling matters that must remain unseen.

"Sacred Metaphor, it's up to you!"

At this moment, a multitude of incredibly powerful auras emerged around the entire casino, each aura almost at the level of a Main God, even stronger and more solid compared to the President's bodyguards just moments ago. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

After all, those were mere private security, but the "Sacred Metaphor" unit was publicly funded, with resources poured in from the entire Hand of God Association, making their combat power naturally more terrifying.

Sacred Metaphor consists of 380 members, a force formidable enough to hold its own even in a formal conflict with the Time Bank.

"Now, do you still think my people are rotten eggs and bad tomatoes?" The President looked at Zhang Menglong with a proud expression.

"Hmm, perhaps they can be considered just expired, not fully rotten yet." These people were indeed formidable; Zhang Menglong could feel it. The strongest among the Main Gods who entered the Nine-story Tower trial with him would only rank in the middle of this Sacred Metaphor unit.

"However, are you sure you want to compare henchmen with me?" Since entering this world, Zhang Menglong has always acted flamboyantly, even when his power had not yet recovered, causing a ruckus in Leo's casino. That's because Zhang Menglong had nothing to fear!

The powerful combat weapon unit obtained in the previous world is normally impossible to deploy through any spatial storage device, but the existence of the Super God Academy is this world's bug. That combat weapon unit is now neatly lined up in a square within the Super God Academy.

"Necromancy!" Zhang Menglong slapped the floor, and a massive energy formation appeared on the ground. One by one, steel monsters brimming with a rugged style slowly emerged from the energy.

A total of 1,227, all of them ultimate battle weapons, entities nearly approaching the perfect life forms!

"Master, all ultimate battle weapons await your command!" Fak No.40 has now become the commander of this unit. Zhang Menglong had made some modifications to it. Due to material constraints, there's no improvement in the mech's performance, but its intelligence has significantly enhanced compared to before.

The most important thing is, its voice is particularly pleasant.

"What's this?" The appearance of 1,227 ultimate battle weapons subtly changed the atmosphere on the scene.

They were mechanical life forms, devoid of aura and life force, so the world's Laws had no influence over them. The massive oppressive presence of these steel bodies exerted immense pressure on the entire Sacred Metaphor unit.

"Just a bunch of scrap metal. Can it really be stronger than our carefully cultivated Sacred Metaphor?" In this world, the development of combat weapons hasn't even reached the combat power level of Saints, so the council President dismissed these ultimate battle weapons.

"Tear them apart for me!"

The President's order was the decision of the entire council. Hundreds of members rushed into the iron camp. To the Sacred Metaphor warriors, battling these metal shells was a waste of their strength.

"Boom!" A member of Sacred Metaphor kicked at one of the ultimate battle weapon's arms. This force could heavily injure an Elementary Main God, yet the kick didn't even budge that weapon.

The weapon hadn't even entered combat mode.

Suddenly, an ominous premonition sprouted in his heart, and fear took root, completely enveloping him.

Almost simultaneously, the weapon's eyes lit up with red light.

"Combat mode engaged!"

The Sacred Metaphor member immediately decided to retreat, but it was too late. The weapon's powerful thrusters quickly induced an eerie speed change, and an acute angle turn instantly appeared on the member's retreat path.

What awaited him was a kick.

However, the effect was worlds apart. The kick's explosive power directly shattered the Sacred Metaphor member, turning him into a mist of blood.

In just one exchange, the Sacred Metaphor unit suffered over two-thirds casualties!

This dramatic shift left the entire Hand of God Association at a loss. Their painstakingly trained Sacred Metaphor was so pitifully inadequate before the combat weapons summoned by this young man!

"Slap!" Zhang Menglong tossed a large sack onto the ground ahead.

Seeing the sack, everyone was bewildered. What does this mean?

"What are you standing around for? Hand over all your money, put it in the sack yourselves. I told you, you can't afford to lose at gambling. Now, I'm robbing you outright!"