The same night.
The moon over K City seemed larger and brighter than the one over G-City.
Just as an unexpected situation broke out at the Sword Saint Association.
The S-Class heroes' dinner came to a successful end.
Yet Madara Uchiha did not return home. Instead, he floated high in the air with his back to the stars and moon, staring down at an exquisite villa with its own courtyard.
It was the temporary residence arranged for Sweet Mask.
After all, it was already so late. They could not exactly make him rush back to R City.
"Hmph, quite vigilant, aren't you?"
Although Madara Uchiha did not possess the Byakugan, he could sense that the other man was lying in bed without any intention of sleeping.
It seemed his earlier actions had still aroused the man's suspicion.
No matter.
Tonight, he had to figure out why this person made him feel so strange.
An ordinary person might not care about such Sixth Sense, but Madara Uchiha knew full well that it was definitely no illusion.
With that thought.
His ordinary black eyes instantly transformed into sinister Mangekyou Sharingan.
The next second.
Madara Uchiha's figure turned into a flash of crimson beneath the moonlight and vanished.
"Who's there?!"
Sweet Mask, who had been lying in bed pretending to sleep, sensed danger and abruptly opened his eyes.
But the moment his vision cleared, both it and his consciousness fell into darkness again.
The gap in strength between him and Madara Uchiha was simply too great.
Five minutes later.
Sweet Mask, his consciousness controlled by the Sharingan, was brought by Madara Uchiha to the Biochemical Research Institute.
Having received the news, Orochimaru, Morgan William, Kyros, and Dr. Genus were already waiting there.
Morgan William asked in confusion, "You said he's a monster?"
Sweet