Angeles, I Hear You're Looking for Me

"Shit!"

In a lavishly decorated room, a white man stormed out of a Gaming Pod. He spun around and kicked the several-hundred-kilogram pod into the wall with a thunderous crash.

The bodyguards stationed outside rushed in. "Lord Angeles, are you all right?"

The furious man was Angeles.

His mood could hardly have been worse.

He had thought that after taking Richardson's SSS-Tier Talent, he could fight Night Roaming God to a draw. Instead, he had been killed the moment they met.

His Spokesperson title had been wiped clean.

The attributes and skills that came with it were gone too.

Fortunately, his new SSS-Tier Talent made up for some of the loss, so he had not been knocked all the way back to square one.

But it still felt terrible.

Worse, Burning Flame City, the main city of the North America Region, had fallen!

Angeles did not need to check the forums to know North American players were cursing him out. Countless people had turned against him.

"Damn Night Roaming God!"

Angeles slammed his fist onto a table, smashing it to pieces. The bodyguards beside him stared in shock.

Was this Lord Angeles's new power? It was incredible!

Whew.

Angeles breathed out a stream of icy air, lowering the room's temperature by a few degrees. Once he had calmed down, he said, "Clean this up later."

The bodyguards immediately agreed.

Angeles asked, "How is the investigation I assigned you? You still haven't uncovered Night Roaming God's real identity?"

The bodyguards exchanged uneasy glances, unsure how to answer. Finally, a burly bald man who appeared to be their captain spoke up. "Lord Angeles, we tried breaking into Yan Country's database to run a facial comparison, but we were detected halfway through. We had to give up, or we'd risk causing an unnecessary