"Woooo!"
"Buzzzz!"
For the first time, alarms rang out through the Capital, which had lain quiet for far too long.
The piercing alarms echoed through the ancient city.
Overhead, more than a hundred helicopters circled constantly, their fully armed soldiers ready to fight at any moment.
Everyone braced for a formidable enemy, their palms slick with nervous sweat.
And below them.
A convoy carrying over ten thousand people barreled along as though no one stood in its way, pedestrians and vehicles scattering before it.
Large trucks roared past. A gust of wind happened to lift half the canvas covering one of them.
It exposed the masked gunmen hidden in the truck bed, their eyes vicious, their killing intent overwhelming.
Everyone had white cloth tied around their left hand, their weapons already drawn.
As though telling the world that a slaughter was about to begin.
At the very front of the convoy.
Inside the off-road vehicle, Little White Tiger's eyes were wide, his clenched teeth grinding audibly.
Mist filled his murderous eyes.
Every ten seconds or so, he lowered his head, pretending to smoke to hide the tears welling up.
When those from Chun Prefecture learned that Overlord had been killed, they felt as though the sky had collapsed.
They had been just one step too late.
If Little White Tiger had arrived half a day earlier, perhaps the outcome would have changed.
That became a shadow he could not shake from his heart.
Perhaps he would never come to terms with it for the rest of his life.
Overlord's voice and face kept surfacing in his mind.
The man who had patiently taught him like a stern father.
The man who had accepted him like a loving father, always backing him up.
The man who valued his son above his