Finding Stephen Strange's house wasn't difficult. It took almost no time at all for Fang Zheng to drive up to his front door. It was obvious from the exterior that this was the home of a fairly wealthy American middle-class family. But to Fang Zheng... they were all pretty much the same.
After getting out of the car, Fang Zheng straightened his clothes, walked up the steps, and pressed the doorbell.
"Ding-dong."
With the sound of the bell, a black-haired man opened the door and looked at Fang Zheng.
"May I ask what you need?"
"I'm looking for Doctor Stephen Strange."
Fang Zheng smiled at the black-haired man before him.
"It's urgent."
"Are you here for treatment? Sorry, do you have an appointment..."
Before the black-haired man could finish speaking, Fang Zheng had already reached out and placed a hand on his chest. The next moment, the man let out a muffled groan and was sent flying backward into the house. Fang Zheng then strode into the building, and behind him, the front door slammed shut, dividing the inside and outside into two separate worlds.
"You... who exactly are you..."
Lying on the stairs, the black-haired man stared wide-eyed at Fang Zheng, glaring at him as he opened his mouth to say something. Fang Zheng merely glanced at him.
"If I were you, I wouldn't ask such a stupid question."
Before Fang Zheng's words had even faded, another voice suddenly rang out, interrupting him.
"That's right, because you're obviously an enemy!"
With those words, Fang Zheng saw a Flame Whip suddenly materialize and lash toward him. Yet in the face of the incoming attack, he neither dodged nor blocked. He simply stood there with his hands behind his back. Just as the Flame Whip was about to strike Fang Zheng,