In the early morning, the surroundings of Chu Feng's villa in New York were silent; not even the early risers who liked to jog had ventured out yet.
Chu Feng, who had just safely returned from Washington, showed no trace of exhaustion on his face; instead, there was an indescribable sense of relief.
After this, the Federal Government would likely remain quiet for some time. Therefore, only one hidden rat remained: the Holy Advent Society!
The bait had been set; now it was just a matter of seeing when they would take it.
Standing at the entrance of his villa, a hint of anticipation flickered in Chu Feng's eyes as he thought about this.
He took out his keys and unlocked the door. Just as Chu Feng's hand touched the doorknob, a crisp CRACK! suddenly echoed from deep within him.
"What?"
As if sensing something, Chu Feng turned sharply to look at the distant sky.
The once-blue sky had, at some unknown time, been tinged with a pale red.
