The night in East Sea Fortress City had never felt so long.
While Han Feng was sound asleep in the basement of Lakefront No. 9 Villa.
However, within the city—a veritable steel behemoth—a single head hanging from the gate had unleashed a silent, force-12 typhoon.
The news seemed to grow wings, zipping through fiber-optic cables and encrypted channels into the sprawling mansions of every influential family.
The Inner City. The Lu Family Mansion.
The lights in the study were as bright as day. The Lu Family Patriarch, Lu Zhennan, clad in a bathrobe with an unlit cigar pinched between his fingers, had been standing before the holographic screen for a full ten minutes.
The image frozen on the screen was of the headless corpse and the back of Han Feng as he sheathed his sword.
Behind him, Lu Yunxiao stood ramrod straight, his expression somewhat stiff.
"Dad, you wanted to see me?"
Lu Yunxiao asked in a low voice.
