The presidential suite of the hotel.
A group of military high-ranking officers crowded around the door, pacing back and forth with anxious looks on their faces.
Zhang Huaihe whispered, "Why hasn't he woken up yet? He's been asleep for a whole day and night."
"Perhaps he was simply too exhausted. After all, he fought a barbaric god at the Great Divine Power level, like Lord of Lightning." A European Alliance general lowered his voice. "By the way, didn't the doctors examine Chief Chen after he came back?"
Everyone exchanged glances, looking at one another in bewilderment.
When Chief Chen had returned, he had been full of life and vigor. Not only had he not suffered any injuries, not even his skin had been scratched. If Lord of Lightning hadn't unquestionably died, people might have suspected that he had merely gone out for a stroll.
And now you wanted him to undergo a full-body examination?
That would be insane.
Besides, Chief Chen had to agree to it first.
Then again, just because he looked fine on the surface didn't mean he really was fine. Just because he had been fine when he returned didn't mean he would remain fine afterward. After all, that had been a barbaric god of Great Divine Power. An ordinary person wouldn't even need to come into contact with one—just getting close would be enough to make their soul collapse.
It was perfectly normal for him to have used some sinister, mysterious, and despicable method.
The more Zhang Huaihe thought about it, the more something felt wrong. Cold sweat poured from his forehead. Please don't let anything happen. Please don't let anything happen here.
He signaled with his eyes to the deputy chief of staff beside him. "Go open the door!"
Shan Zefeng's heart pounded when he