This day was destined to be anything but quiet.
News that Luo Feng, the peerless genius and one of the Eight Heroes, had returned alive and killed Sago Nehru spread like wildfire, as though it had sprouted wings.
North America, Washington Base City.
Because of the time difference, it was late at night here.
A black luxury sedan was slowly making its way down the street, with Atkin sitting inside.
"Luo Feng isn't dead? He's back? And he killed Nehru!" Atkin's eyes went wide as he hung up the phone.
"He isn't dead? Right, the body. Luo Feng's body..."
It suddenly occurred to Atkin that although Luo Feng's life signs had weakened and disappeared during the global live broadcast, that did not necessarily mean he had died. Hong and Thunder God's life signs had disappeared too, but they were not completely dead either.
From beginning to end, there had never been a body.
That was different from Ister and the other four. Their bodies had been blown apart along with the Smart Fighter Jet by the Devouring Beast. The satellite surveillance had captured that scene, and Atkin had seen it perfectly clearly.
"What do I do?"
Cold sweat broke out on Atkin's forehead as thoughts raced through his mind. If Luo Feng learned that he had sent Nehru to his home, the consequences...
"What am I supposed to do?"
The more he thought, the more frantic he became. Sweat kept pouring down his forehead and back. No matter how he looked at it, every path led to death.
Boom!
Suddenly, the black luxury sedan exploded, and a tremendous force smashed Atkin away.
"Atkin!"
A cold, deep voice rang out. A burly man, built like a male lion, looked down at Atkin with the icy gaze of an emperor.
"Mohanderson?!" Atkin