Night, two in the morning, the streets of Central City were brightly lit.
The war was unfolding just outside the city, creating a tense atmosphere in Central City, with food prices soaring and currency depreciating dramatically.
A dozen figures quickly crossed the streets, approaching the Presidential Palace.
"How come there are no guards at the Presidential Palace?"
Olivier held her sword, warily staring at the Presidential Palace, as if something monstrous was hidden inside.
"That guy doesn't need guards."
Su Xiao thought of the High President's strength and shook his head, remembering that he could easily wipe out other homunculi.
Lightly tapping his finger on the ground to sense, Su Xiao's heart tightened.
The aura of something underground was too obvious, like a congregation of countless souls.
The Presidential Palace was empty, not even a single servant, let alone guards.
"Let's go in directly; there's no one inside."
