Chapter 462

The instant He Zhao stepped into the room, he immediately recited inwardly.

Save.

As the words fell, the starlight in his mind shattered at once, then reformed into another flickering star and fixed itself in place.

Hopefully, everything that came next would go smoothly.

If it did not, he could only pin his hopes on Rollback.

He stood in the doorway and swept his eyes across the living room.

An Electronic Clock hung on the wall, displaying the time—[23:05:10].

His gaze shifted downward, taking in every furnishing and arrangement in the living room.

A man of about thirty, with a crew cut and regular features, who looked like the upright sort of character from a TV drama, rose from the sofa and looked at the two who had entered with a smile.

This person should be the Bhikshu going by the alias Liu Feng, whose real name was Ariga.

Only, compared to the man, what attracted the Famous Ruthless Person's gaze even more were the several long and short firearms placed beside the sofa, along with crates of ammunition. He even saw more than ten grenades, tear-gas grenades, flashbangs, and other weapons.

There was no need to mention the rest. Bulletproof vests, black hoods favored by violent criminals, wigs, cosmetics, and other things used to conceal one's identity were all present. They were clearly cultivators, yet they had made the place look like the lair of an internationally wanted criminal.

Those in the know would understand that the two of them had come to find the Kapala Spirit Bone Prayer Beads. Those who did not might think they were going to rob a major bank in Shangyang City.

Beside the genuine leather sofa was a whiteboard that often appeared in criminal investigation bureaus, the kind law enforcers used specifically to