"Hutton, how did you end up like this? Who attacked you?" Old Zorn walked forward, helping the strange man as he asked.
The strange man didn't answer, his entire body twisting more violently. His face, like a vortex, slowly transformed into the likeness of Sun Yan.
"Who is this person? We've never seen him before," Old Zorn frowned, a wave of murderous intent surging on his face.
Right now is the critical moment of their plan; absolutely no accidents can occur.
"No matter who it is, being able to injure Hutton like this is already beyond our plan. We've investigated every potentially threatening figure in San Francisco in advance. Anyone beyond the plan must be eliminated. Zorn, I'll leave this matter to you. The Evil God Council has sent people over this time as well; we need to reserve our energy to deal with them and must not get distracted."
Klein removed an eyeball-shaped brooch from his chest and tossed it to Old Zorn.
