Elsewhere, Morgan and Rockefeller sat on a rooftop terrace, surrounded by picturesque scenery and flowers in full bloom.
Changes in elevation had been cleverly used to create streams and fountains. Sculptures nestled among the trees, and the armless Venus gazed into the distance.
It was like the legendary Hanging Gardens of Babylon.
Several soft sofas stood on the terrace's only lawn. Ossis sat nearby in white robes, leisurely swirling his wineglass.
Morgan put down his phone, turned his head, and gave a disdainful chuckle.
"Umbridge wants me to launch the attack immediately-"
"Shall we... begin, then?"
Rockefeller looked at Ossis, seeking the Church's opinion.
Ossis stopped swirling his glass. He tipped his head back and drained it, a cruel smile on his lips.
"Of course... If they don't start fighting, how are we supposed to enter the fray? I'll leave it to you, Mr. Morgan, Mr. Rockefeller."
Morgan took out his phone and made a call.
"This is Morgan. Begin-"
He casually tossed the phone aside and raised his wineglass. Rockefeller did the same, and the three clinked glasses.
"To a better tomorrow... Cheers!"
A B-2 swept across the sky like a ghost. Inside the cockpit, the pilots quietly operated the aircraft.
"Sir, are we really opening fire on MetLife Stadium?" One pilot switched off his communications and asked the captain beside him.
The captain nodded. "Those are my orders, at least. Apparently, a gang of vicious criminals has gathered there for a celebration."
"All right-" The pilot shrugged and said regretfully, "I watched the Super Bowl there. Honestly, I really like MetLife Stadium."
Inside MetLife Stadium, Zhang Xiao had begun to tremble slightly. Wave after wave of terror washed over him.
His breathing grew faster, every breath a struggle. His chest heaved, and sweat began to coat