Misleading Lisa

On the way back to the small hotel in the south of the city, Zhong Feng raced through the streets while sorting through what he had gained at the Dragon race research institute.

Although he had not found what he wanted most and had failed to uncover any evidence linking the Dragon race's declining fertility to the Solar Imperial Family, his trip had still yielded something.

At the very least, he had taken plenty of photographs of dragon corpses.

If the Dragon race saw those photographs, he believed they would fly into a rage and develop a rift with the Skrulls.

Of course, it was unrealistic to expect the Dragon race to turn against the Skrulls over this alone.

Once the matter was exposed, the Solar Empire would at most find a scapegoat to execute and offer the Dragon race sufficient compensation. That would settle the matter, and the Dragon race would not completely fall out with the Skrulls.

If he truly wanted the Dragon race to stand against the Skrulls, Zhong Feng still had to find evidence connecting the Solar Imperial Family to the Dragon race's declining fertility. Only then could he deliver a decisive blow.

He still needed to keep working hard.

By the time he returned to the small hotel in the south of the city, it was already six thirty in the morning.

In the office of the female owner on the top floor, Zhong Feng returned and dropped onto the sofa without a shred of decorum, his nostrils huffing as he exchanged air with the outside world.

He did not have teleportation abilities like Su Yu. He could only run on his legs... no, that was not quite accurate. He had run on four legs.

Sun City was enormous, and running all the way