Second Target, Phastos

Shay, Thomas, and the other three looked at each other.

Swish!

Three crimson longswords materialized abruptly, pressing against Dane's neck at the same time.

Dane: ...

His love-addled brain instantly regained its composure.

Sersi raised her hands, which were shrouded in golden cosmic energy, and froze in place.

"You... you guys..."

Her delicate body trembled, her face filled with disbelief.

Shay gave an evil smile. "Ms. Sersi, my Red Order has a rule: we never accept threats."

"If you don't want your cute boyfriend to lose his head, surrender and come quietly with us."

Sersi looked at her boyfriend's trembling body, glared fiercely at Shay, and directly dispersed the cosmic energy in both hands.

"OK! You win!"

She raised her hands and said unwillingly, "I'll go with you!"

Shay nodded with satisfaction. "That's more like it~"

He dismissed the crimson longsword and motioned to the side.

"Ms. Sersi, please."

Sersi took a deep breath and walked toward the spatial portal in the center of the living room.

Shay followed right behind her through the door.

Thomas and the other three escorted Dane at the very end.

Chicago, United States.

A middle-class neighborhood.

The burly Phastos carried a large platter of prepared dinner, turned his head, and shouted upstairs, "Ben, Jack, dinner's ready!"

A little boy's voice rang out from upstairs. "Coming! Coming!"

Thud, thud, thud!

A burst of hurried running sounded, and a six- or seven-year-old Black child sprinted all the way down the stairs.

The adult white man Ben followed closely behind him, repeatedly urging, "Hey, run slower, Jack! Watch out for falls!"

The little boy Jack ran all the way to the dining table.

He nimbly climbed onto the stool and picked up the knife and fork on the dinner plate.

Yet when his gaze locked onto