A fragment, a little boy?
After hearing this, Lin An's gaze sharpened. In an instant, he constructed an image in his mind, and that image gradually overlapped with the boy mentioned by the Red-Clad Mutant.
Could they be the same "person"?
His thoughts fluctuated.
As Lin An began to ponder gravely, the previously lively atmosphere suddenly froze.
It was as if even the air had stopped moving.
Under the immense difference in their life levels, the aura he released unintentionally was no less than that of an apex predator to ordinary people.
No one dared to make a sound. Even the hands gripping chunks of meat froze in midair.
Old director Zeng Hongtian, who was closest to Lin An, did not even dare breathe loudly, afraid that he might have said something wrong.
Lin An merely furrowed his brow slightly, yet Zeng Hongtian felt as if his heart had been seized.
The pressure Lin An brought them was simply too overwhelming.
"L-Lord Lin An, i-is there a problem?"
Stammering, Zeng Hongtian could only force himself to ask carefully.
He had once prided himself on having met quite a few high-ranking leaders, and he had never felt pressured before any important figure. But at this moment, he finally understood from the bottom of his heart what a top-tier powerhouse was.
No wonder the people in the channel said that Awakened and ordinary people were no longer the same species.
General Lin An had merely experienced a slight emotional fluctuation, yet they felt as if they had been pressed to the ground. Even breathing had become difficult.
"Nothing. I just thought of something."
Noticing how silent everyone had become, Lin An finally realized how much pressure his unintentional emotional fluctuation had placed on these ordinary people.
He answered indifferently. After withdrawing his