America.
The room was pitch-black, with only the images on the screen flickering.
A figure stood before the screen, ice-blue eyes fixed tightly on the person in the footage as that earth-shattering slash came down.
"Idiot." The two cold words left Michael's lips.
After sharing food with a tiger, he had mistaken himself for someone qualified to stand on equal footing with it?
Watching Angel Lord die without the slightest suspense, Michael raised a hand and shut off the screen. Thoughts flickered in his ice-blue eyes.
America had now effectively cut off one of its own arms. Without Angel Lord, it would be difficult for them to stir up much trouble. What remained was to see what the other two countries planned to do.
Angel Lord's death served as a warning to those two countries. This Yang God Lord was even more terrifying than they had imagined. They likely would not make any moves in the short term.
If there was one thing to say,
Angel Lord's death was actually a good thing for him.
At that moment, a row of high-ranking American politicians stood outside the door. Among them was the secretary who had previously served Angel Lord. They all stood there with their heads lowered, awaiting the reaction of the person inside.
First Sequence Lord. The upper echelon had previously sent people to seek this man's help, but every person who returned had been seriously injured. Gradually, they had figured out this Lord's temperament.
He did not respond well to force.
Or perhaps he responded to neither force nor persuasion.
These officials had already stood outside the door for two hours without moving a step, drinking water, or eating. They were waiting for an answer from the person inside. Some had become so dizzy from waiting that they