The battle of the SS-Class Experts was world-shattering, and the scene had long been reduced to ruins.
The air was filled with the pungent sll of burning and dust.
Controlling Caesar, he blended into the panicked crowd and walked toward the periter of the cordon.
However, Zhou Huai stopped walking shortly after setting off.
Ahead, dozens of armored vehicles bearing the City Guard insignia blocked the street, forming a steel defense line.
Hundreds of fully ard soldiers had stern expressions, their weapons emitting a cold gleam.
They stopped all Professionals attempting to leave.
A middle-aged man with a captain's rank on his shoulder was holding a gaphone, roaring hoarsely.
“Everyone, stay put!”
“We have orders from above; no one is allowed to leave without permission!”
“We need to verify your identities one by one!”
Zhou Huai remained expressionless.
He was not worried that his disguise would be exposed.
The power of the token of the faceless was enough to fool the world's most advanced detection equipnt.
But he did not want to continue wasting ti here.
Zhou Huai's gaze swept over the City Guard soldiers who were standing ready.
Soon, he locked onto two targets standing at the edge of the defense line.
The two soldiers looked sowhat lax, huddled together and whispering about sothing.
Zhou Huai flicked his fingertip imperceptibly.
Two xenomorphic parasites silently flew out.
rging into the shadows of the ground and the wall corner, they precisely burrowed into °• N 𝑜 v 𝑒 l i g h t •° the back of the necks of the two soldiers.
The entire process went unnoticed.
Zhou Huai adjusted his collar and walked over, wearing the polite smile of Matsutake Gen.
“Stop!”
One of the soldiers subconsciously raised the weapon in his hand and aid it at Zhou Huai.
But the next second, his movent suddenly froze.
His eyes instantly beca hollow, then returned to normal.
He lowered his weapon, a hint of impatience showing on his face.
“What are you looking at? Hurry up and get through!”
The other controlled soldier also chid in, waving his hand at Zhou Huai as if shooing a fly.
“Go, go, don't stand around obstructing things!”
Zhou Huai lowered his head, quickened his pace, and practically jogged through the gap the two n had made.
This scene instantly provoked dissatisfaction among the other people who had been stopped nearby.
“Hey! Why does he get to go?”
A Professional with a Mohawk hairstyle and a fierce, aty face imdiately objected.
He pointed at Zhou Huai's retreating figure and roared at the two soldiers.
“We have to stand here and wait for inspection, but he doesn't need to be checked? Why the special treatnt?”
“Exactly! That's unfair!”
“Is this how you City Guard handle things?”
The crowd instantly beca agitated, and the rising tide of protests made the scene even more chaotic.
The soldier who had just let Zhou Huai pass turned around, his face showing unconcealed annoyance.
“What's all the noise about!”
“All of you shut your mouths!”
His voice carried a tyrannical Evil Qi, instantly suppressing the surrounding clamor.
“Why so much nonsense?”
“If we tell you to wait, then wait!”
Although they spoke like this, the two n were puzzled internally.
Why had they suddenly let that middle-aged man go just now?
At the sa ti.
Above Takamagahara, the aftermath of the battle had not completely settled.
Wada Hirayama's expression was as dark as water. He stood atop the ruins, his gaze sharp as a knife, sweeping over the chaotic crowd below.
He questioned the hastily arrived patrol officer in a cold voice.
“Have the people in the surrounding blocks been contained?”
“Not a single one escaped?”
The officer felt a shiver under his icy gaze. He quickly bowed, his posture humble.
“We have sealed off all ten surrounding blocks according to your instructions.”
“Not even a fly got through!”
Wada Hirayama nodded, his voice devoid of warmth.
“Verify the identity of every single person.”
“If there is any abnormality, arrest them all and bring them back for interrogation.”
“Hai!”
The officer felt as if he had been granted a great pardon and stumbled away to carry out the order.
Just then, a guard in a black suit quickly approached Wada Hirayama and handed him an encrypted communicator with both hands.
“Lord Hirayama, Lord Kōji is calling.”
Wada Hirayama took the communicator, and the refined, scholarly face of Kujō Kōji appeared on the screen.
“What is the situation?”
Kujō Kōji's voice was calm, as if the world-shattering battle that had just occurred was rely an insignificant minor disturbance.
Wada Hirayama bowed slightly, his tone respectful.
“Soma Kosuke has escaped.”
“Qin Ze failed to capture him.”
Kujō Kōji smiled faintly, seeming to have anticipated this.
“As expected.”
“They are master and disciple after all. Qin Ze was unwilling to kill that old man, and likely let him go intentionally.”
He pushed up the gold-rimd glasses on his nose, and the gaze behind the lenses sharpened.
“What I want to know is, has the identity of the Expert who released the insect swarm been clarified?”
A hint of embarrassnt flashed across Wada Hirayama's aged face.
“The opponent is very cunning.”
“We currently have no clues regarding this person.”
Hearing this, Kujō Kōji fell into brief contemplation.
“In the intelligence we possess, no other country has an Insect Master of this caliber.”
“It is very likely a talent cultivated in secret.”
He pondered for a mont, then sighed softly.
“The various forces infiltrating Tokyo City have been increasing recently.”
“We must also accelerate the progress of our plan.”
Wada Hirayama's heart tightened, and he imdiately bowed.
“Understood.”
... On the other side.
Zhou Huai controlled Caesar, charging left and right through the chaotic crowd, quickly shaking off the patrol team's blockade.
He flashed into an unnoticed dark corner.
With a thought.
Caesar's body emitted a grinding sound of bone dislocation that set teeth on edge.
Muscles and bones rapidly restructured under an invisible force.
In just a few short seconds, the rigid face belonging to “Matsutake Gen” completely transford into a brand new, slightly youthful face.
It was Natsu Masahiro.
Zhou Huai silently let out a breath.
The pseudonym of Matsutake Gen could no longer be used.
Setting aside the driver nad Hayata.
Primarily, it was Madam Kaori who was a bit too much for him to handle.
The way that woman looked at him was practically as if she wanted to devour him whole.
If he continued to be entangled with her, he would be exposed sooner or later.
It was safer to use the identity of Natsu Masahiro, a low-level hoodlum.
After all, who would pay attention to an ant struggling to survive in the slums?
Just as he was thinking this.
A massive and pure energy surged in without warning from all directions, frantically pouring into Caesar's body.
That was the experience gained from the thousands of parasitized Professionals who had fought throughout Tokyo City.
A blinding white light suddenly illuminated Caesar's body!
Zhou Huai was slightly surprised.
Caesar had actually leveled up to Level 20 at this mont.
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