In the shadows at a corner of a pedestrian shopping street in San Francisco.
Faint golden sparks flashed and vanished.
Lucian stepped silently out of a spatial portal. The citizens gathered around the Vought drones to watch the spectacle did not even blink, and no one noticed that the very man who had set off a global frenzy had arrived in person.
Lucian stood in the shadows, his eyes half closed.
Hum!
His formidable mental power, which had broken through to a new realm, combined with his profound understanding of spatial laws, instantly became an invisible, intangible net that spread forcefully through the streets for several kilometers around him!
In his mental vision, the entire city seemed to become a transparent, three-dimensional scale model.
The faint heartbeats and chaotic brainwaves of countless ordinary people were automatically filtered out. Like someone searching for fireflies in the night, Lucian precisely picked out those unusual fluctuations of life energy that differed from ordinary people's.
One second, two seconds.
"Found you."
The corners of Lucian's mouth lifted slightly. His gaze pierced straight through layers of reinforced concrete buildings, locking onto a secluded backstreet on the edge of Chinatown, two kilometers away.
Interestingly, in that direction, besides Shang-Chi's restrained aura, there were actually more than a dozen other murderous auras moving at high speed, belonging to people who had likewise cultivated faint internal Chi!
Chinatown, a dilapidated back alley.
Shang-Chi hurried along the slick flagstones, his brow furrowing more and more deeply.
After taking action on the shopping street earlier, he had not even dared return to his rented room. Instead, he had taken the backstreets toward the long-distance bus station, intending to leave San Francisco overnight and hide in another city.
But he instinctively sensed something was wrong.
It was too quiet.
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