Mist Heavenly King

The plane landed.

Lin Xiaosu and Zhao Zhen got off, collected their luggage, and took a taxi to a hotel.

They checked in under their real names, passports on display.

In a secure room at the Intelligence Bureau, Colonel Smith, a white man, frowned. The blonde woman beside him frowned too. "Colonel, they've already departed from our predictions at the first stage. They didn't disguise themselves and blend into the crowd."

"Using themselves as bait to test everyone's reactions?" Smith looked up, seeking an answer.

As a veteran intelligence officer, he had made a prediction: although Lin Xiaosu and Zhao Zhen had boarded the plane under their real names, once they landed in Luo City, Lin Xiaosu would certainly use the Transformation Art he excelled at to blend into the crowd. So they had put considerable effort into that first stage.

They had made sure their people were everywhere.

They had made sure that no matter what Lin Xiaosu and Zhao Zhen changed into, they could not escape surveillance.

Smith also knew that the trip from the airport to the hotel was Lin Xiaosu's golden window for using that wondrous art.

Yet that golden window had slipped through Lin Xiaosu's fingers.

He had entered the hotel.

He had missed the best window for changing his appearance.

He had given Smith all the time he needed...

"To test everyone's reactions, he'd have to be supremely confident!" the blonde woman said. "Perhaps killing Heavenly Kings one after another, succeeding again and again, has made his confidence swell."

Smith smiled faintly. "That's exactly what we want!"

The blonde woman asked, "What kind of death trap has headquarters arranged for him?"

Smith's smile slowly widened. "An exquisitely designed trap. He'll never see it coming!"

"I've read his file," the blonde woman said. "He's extremely