"Mr. Leip, it's time to begin the banquet."
A figure in a black suit came to Leip's side, exceedingly respectful.
Yet Leip's body trembled as he slowly raised his head.
Though the man in the black suit was bent at the waist, a cold sneer curled across his lips.
Leip did not know him at all, yet he had become his personal bodyguard.
Three days ago, Leip had been fitted with the device on his back. Only twenty-four hours ago had he finally racked his brains and managed to send out word that he had been kidnapped—but only to his personal bodyguards.
After Emperor Four's relentless training, he knew very well that this kind of equipment relied on networks to transmit commands.
Thus, the direction of the investigation was clear: the network signals in and around the White House.
The bodyguards at his side immediately began a secret investigation.
But who could have expected that the bodyguards would leave and never return?
And the security minister at Leip's side had immediately arranged a brand-new set of bodyguards for him.
Leip grew even more terrified. Just how many "enemies" were inside the White House?
He wanted to resist.
But the electronic spine on his back instantly discharged a current, stimulating his leg muscles and forcing him automatically to stand!
Leip's facial muscles twitched. It seemed he had used tremendous effort just to turn back and say to the bodyguard, "Fuck off! I curse you to hell!"
Yet the bodyguard merely gave a cold laugh, completely unconcerned.
There were more than a dozen black-clad bodyguards like him throughout the venue. They had no regard for the so-called banquet procedures. There was no opening ceremony at all.
At once, someone wheeled out a huge piece of equipment covered with a red cloth.
Leip