"Silver Armor?!"
Everyone's expression changed. Outside, the Silver Armor Guards had put on some clothes. Though they looked like a ragged bunch, their faces beamed with enthusiasm because their spiritual pillar, Lord Silver Armor, was here. "This restaurant is finished! Now that Lord Silver Armor is here, the chef cannot escape!"
Silver Armor was one of the three chiefs of the imperial guard under the Divine Emperor, an existence with an exceedingly fearsome cultivation base. Equally famous as Black Armor and Gold Armor, he commanded three thousand men, and his strength was so strong that he suppressed countless people in the capital. His voice was languid, but there was a sharp, cold edge to it.
Whitey's mechanical eyes flashed. The next moment, its body flickered, and then it charged toward Silver Armor. Now that it was immune to Laws, it was fearless.
