Demon God of London

The Royal Expeditionary Force was, in truth, Britain's legal bandits. They obtained treasures from countless nations.

Headquarters received the carrier pigeon's message and immediately took the intelligence about the black-haired giant seriously.

"They found the assassin? He's actually in London? He's got some nerve!"

"Bob assessed his combat power at 2.4 million."

"Hiss... No wonder he dared to stay in London. We'll need god-tier items to deal with him. I'll inform the Queen at once."

"Wait... Bob says he has another form... with combat power as high as 107 million."

"..."

Upon hearing this, the person in charge became calm instead.

After all, that number was too absurd. It was simply unbelievable.

"Do we have a portrait?"

"Look! This is his form with combat power over a hundred million, and this is the form he took when he broke into Buckingham Palace. Our people are watching him now. I've already sent someone to record his aura. As long as he doesn't go too far, we definitely won't lose him."

The person in charge looked at the portrait on the wanted notice. This was an internal supernatural wanted notice, not open to the public.

Britain's prestige was now immense. Lan Mu did not appear to belong to any faction and seemed to be part of a private Contained Object organization. This sort of wanted notice could therefore come in handy, allowing every European nation and even their colonies to strike at Lan Mu's group.

The portraits were lifelike, depicting six people and an ape.

Lan Mu had two wanted notices. One showed him wild and domineering, his black hair hanging loose, like a colossal god. Beneath it were his crimes and the British royal family's reward: twenty doses of Longevity Potion.

The other showed him with white hair and a cold