Zhonghai City.
Early in the morning, Anderson walked out of the villa in a tracksuit. He glanced at the military and police officers by the roadside and nodded amiably in greeting.
Who could have guessed that this was the infamous Anderson, former leader of the Myriad Gods Society, the notorious terrorist organization wanted by every country?
It had been more than two months since he had fled Yanzhou and arrived in the Great Xia Nation like a frightened stray dog. He had grown used to living under surveillance, and his state of mind had gradually settled.
Although his homeland, the European Alliance, had granted their organization an amnesty, absolving them of their past crimes and offering better terms to retain them, their organization had ultimately chosen the Great Xia Nation.
Because among all the countries that remained, the Great Xia Nation was already the strongest.
He was ambitious, yes, but he was also human. He absolutely did not want to go to another world and live as some wild man, nor did he want to convert to some god.
Martial Arts General Bureau.
The marble floor gleamed brightly enough to reflect a person's face.
"Mr. Anderson, you're here." A handsome young man hurried over as soon as he saw Anderson. His expression was respectful. He had a Eurasian face, with one blue eye and one black eye—quite bizarre.
If Chen Shouyi had been here, he probably would have recognized him as the legendary figure from the Myriad Gods Society who had once tried to recruit him.
"Mark!" Anderson revealed a faint smile, and the two embraced.
"Are you used to things here?" Anderson asked.
"After relaxing all of a sudden, I feel pretty good. Besides, I'm half Chinese." Mark smiled.
"Looks like you'll get used to it better than I