New Russia Presidential Mansion.
A woman in military uniform, looking heroic and brisk, walked into the office, placed a document in front of President Ke and said solemnly, "Mr. President, there were more than three hundred people arranged by Blood Prison within our military, and all of them have been eliminated. For now, there's no movement from Russia."
This President Ke, once a puppet under Blood Prison, had been wearing a smile for the past week. At last, Blood Prison had been eradicated, and power had once again been seized in their hands.
All this was thanks to that young man from Huaxia, from the bottom of his heart he thanked that Huaxia young man named Lin Mo.
"Alright, you may leave now." President Ke waved his hand, the smile already clear on his face.
Eventually, President Ke's gaze landed on the man sitting in front of him, dressed in military uniform, exuding an authoritative aura, Minister of Defense Jeff, and he sighed slightly, "Jeff, do you think he might also have died?"
"It's hard to say. He fought his way here, slashing down two of our Annihilation Fighters, but he himself might also be injured. Afterwards, he battled with the people from Blood Prison, no one saw it, no one knows what happened. He hasn't shown himself for a whole week. Our people have been scouting the desert area and still haven't found any trace of him," Jeff, furrowing his brows, said in a deep voice.
A mix of respect and worry filled President Ke's eyes. A week ago, that Huaxia superhuman had burst into their country, smashing Destruction Tanks with his fists, shattering fighter jets with the light from his punches, almost like a Heavenly God descending, unstoppable, and annihilating Blood Prison.
Having such a combatant, possessing superhuman abilities, would make any nation's upper echelons anxious.
President Ke both respected and feared Lin Mo, "By the way, as long as this gentleman doesn't plan to hold us accountable, we better not pry into his affairs. Otherwise, if we anger him, we simply won't be able to withstand him." President Ke thought for a moment and then said with a serious demeanor.
"Yes, I will immediately recall all our scouts, leaving only a few on the desert borders to report any intelligence promptly to us."
Meanwhile, inside a war command center in Russia.
Around the oval-shaped conference table sat twenty big shots who controlled the utmost power of the entire nation; in the meeting room, there were numerous photos of a seventeen or eighteen-year-old Huaxia youth along with various hazard annotations.
"It's said that the Huaxia powerhouse named Lin Mo still hasn't left New Russia. Did he perhaps reach some sort of cooperation agreement with them?"
"Whether he's dead in New Russia or has struck some agreement with them, we can't act rashly now."
"Can't our military forces kill him? Why should we be afraid of him?" a hot-tempered military officer said, somewhat unconvinced.
"Hmph, do you know how powerful his combat abilities are? Can our country's military really stop him? Even if they could, what if he doesn't confront us openly and instead chooses to assassinate us? Who could stop him then?" another person said, his face grim.
That comment silenced everyone.
Able to destroy Annihilation Fighters, surpassing the strength of a Half-step Martial God—if he truly planned an assassination of someone present here, probably very few could withstand him.
The man sitting at the head of the table, his eyes flickering sharply, said coldly, "According to information, he only sought revenge against Blood Prison and holds no grudge against us. Everyone just needs to stay alert, and regarding his information, every officer of lieutenant level and above must have a copy on hand, so we don't inadvertently provoke this Huaxia youth!"
Huaxia, domestically, inside a modern commercial building's news center.
In the simplistic office space, a woman in a brown sweater, hair tied back in a ponytail, was holding a cup of coffee gently taking a sip, her gaze fixed on the laptop in front of her.
Half a month ago, she had returned from New Russia and posted the photos on her microblog, instantly triggering a trend. Her own microblog's followers had surged from a few hundred to five hundred thousand.
"Sigh." Staring at the photo on her laptop, the woman let out a gentle sigh.
This woman was Qingzhu, a journalism postgraduate from Shanghai, who had applied to one of the top three national media companies after returning.
"I wonder how he is doing now?" Qingzhu opened the comments below, her face showing some worry as she couldn't help but recall the cold, outstanding youth.
When she uploaded the photo to Weibo, it temporarily surpassed the popularity of several hot celebrity events, although the opinions of netizens were mixed.
"This photo looks photoshopped, how could someone overthrow a tank with their fist?"
"Yeah, and destroy a fighter jet too, is this some kind of sci-fi movie?"
"Please, if you want to hype yourself up as an internet celebrity, then upload some videos."
"It's too blurry to see the person clearly, it's definitely a publicity stunt, end of story."
"Oh my, there really are superhumans in the world, and they're from Huaxia, hahaha, it's not just the United States that has superheroes, Huaxia does too."
"Awesome, someone taking on the military alone, this has got to be real, who would use so many soldiers, fighter jets, tanks for a movie, it's too realistic."
Qingzhu closed the webpage, a bitter smile on her beautiful face as the image of that distinctively handsome youth surfaced in her mind again.