The battle of the SS-Rank Experts was heaven-shattering and earth-shattering, and the scene had long been devastated beyond recognition.

The air was filled with a pungent smell mixed with scorching and dust.

He controlled Caesar to mingle with the panicked crowd and walked toward the outer perimeter of the blockade.

However, not long after walking, Zhou Huai's footsteps stopped.

Dozens of armored vehicles printed with the City Guard logo stood horizontally on the street ahead, forming a steel defense line.

Hundreds of fully armed soldiers had grim expressions, and the weapons in their hands emitted a cold gleam.

They stopped all Classer trying to leave.

A middle-aged man with a junior officer's military rank on his shoulders was holding a megaphone and roaring hoarsely.

"Everyone, stand by in place!"

"Orders from above, no one is allowed to leave without authorization!"

"We need to verify your identities one by one!"

Zhou Huai was expressionless.

He wasn't worried that his disguise would be seen through.

The power of the 【token of the faceless】 was enough to fool the world's top detection instruments.

But he didn't want to waste time here anymore.

Zhou Huai's gaze swept over those battle-ready City Guard soldiers.

Soon, he locked onto two targets standing at the edge of the defense line.

Those two soldiers looked a bit lazy and were huddled together talking in low voices.

Zhou Huai flicked his fingertips imperceptibly.

Two Alien Parasites flew out silently.

They melted into the shadows of the ground and corners, and accurately burrowed into the back of the two soldiers' necks.

The whole process went unnoticed by anyone.

Zhou Huai straightened his collar and walked over with Matsutake Gen's polite smile.

"Halt!"

One of the soldiers subconsciously raised the weapon in his hand and aimed it at Zhou Huai.

But the next second, his movements suddenly stiffened.

His eyes instantly became vacant, and then returned to normal.

He put down his weapon, a trace of impatience appearing on his face.

"What are you looking at? Hurry up and get across!"

The other controlled soldier echoed along, waving his hand at Zhou Huai as if shooing away a fly.

"Hurry up and go, don't stand in the way here!"

Zhou Huai lowered his head and quickened his pace, almost jogging through the gap left by the two.

This scene instantly aroused the dissatisfaction of the other intercepted crowd around them.

"Hey! Why is he allowed to leave?"

A Professional with a Mohawk haircut and a fierce face immediately refused to accept it.

He pointed at Zhou Huai's back and roared at the two soldiers.

"We have to wait here in line for inspection, doesn't he need to be inspected? Why is he getting special treatment?"

"Exactly! This isn't fair!"

"Is this how you City Guard handle things?"

The crowd instantly became restless, and the rising and falling protests made the order at the scene even more chaotic.

The soldier who had just let Zhou Huai through turned around with undisguised irritation on his face.

"What are you arguing about!"

"All of you shut up!"

His voice carried a tyrannical Baleful Qi, instantly suppressing the surrounding clamor.

"Why so much nonsense?"

"Wait if I told you to wait!"

Although they said that, the two of them were also puzzled in their hearts.

Why did they suddenly let that middle-aged man leave just now?

At the same time.

Above Takamagahara, the aftermath of the battle had still not completely subsided.

Wada Hirayama had a gloomy expression like water, standing above the ruins, his gaze like a knife sweeping across the chaotic crowd below.

He questioned the hurriedly arriving Patrol Team officer in a cold voice.

"Are the people in the surrounding blocks all under control?"

"Didn't let a single one go?"

That officer was terrified by his cold gaze, and quickly bowed with a humble posture.

"According to your instructions, the surrounding ten blocks have been completely blockaded."

"Not even a fly was let out!"

Wada Hirayama nodded, his voice devoid of a trace of warmth.

"Verify everyone's identity."

"If there is any abnormality, arrest them all and bring them back for interrogation."

"Hai!"

As if granted amnesty, the officer scrambled and ran to execute the order.

At this moment, a guard in a black suit hurried over to Wada Hirayama and handed over an encrypted communicator with both hands.

"Lord Hirayama, it's a call from Lord Kujo."

Wada Hirayama took the communicator, and Kujo Koji's gentle and refined face appeared on the screen.

"How is the situation?"

Kujo Koji's voice was very calm, as if the heaven-shattering and earth-shattering battle just now was just an insignificant small riot.

Wada Hirayama bowed slightly, his tone respectful.

"Soma Kosuke has already escaped."

"Qin Ze did not catch him."

Kujo Koji smiled faintly, seeming to have anticipated this long ago.

"As expected."

"They were master and disciple after all, Qin Ze is unwilling to kill that old fellow, and probably let him go on purpose."

He pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and the gaze behind the lenses became sharp.

"What I want to ask is, has the identity of the expert who released the Zerg been figured out?"

A trace of embarrassment flashed across Wada Hirayama's aged face.

"The opponent is very cunning."

"We temporarily don't have any clues about this person."

Hearing this, Kujo Koji fell into brief contemplation.

"In the data we possess, other countries do not have an Insect Master of this level."

"It is very likely a secretly cultivated talent."

He pondered for a moment and sighed softly.

"Lately, more and more various factions have sneaked into Tokyo City."

"Our plan must also speed up its progress."

Wada Hirayama's heart tightened, and he immediately bowed.

"Understood."

On the other side.

Zhou Huai controlled Caesar, charging left and right through the chaotic crowd, and soon broke away from the Patrol Team's blockade.

He flashed into an unnoticed dark corner.

With a thought in his mind.

Caesar's body made a teeth-aching sound of bone dislocation.

Muscles and bones rapidly reorganized under an invisible force.

In just a few short seconds, that stereotyped face belonging to "Matsutake Gen" completely turned into a brand new, slightly green young face.

It was none other than Natsume Masahiro.

Zhou Huai quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

This persona of Matsutake Gen could no longer be continued.

Leaving aside the driver named Hayata.

Mainly that Madam Kaori, she was a bit too much for him to handle.

That woman's look at him was simply as if she wanted to swallow him alive.

If he continued to entangle with her, he would be exposed sooner or later.

It was safer to use the persona of Natsume Masahiro, a low-level punk.

After all, who would pay attention to an ant struggling to survive in the slum?

Just as he was thinking this.

A massive and pure energy surged from all directions without warning, crazily pouring into Caesar's body.

That was the experience points fed back after thousands of parasitized Classer fought all over Tokyo City.

A dazzling white light suddenly lit up on Caesar's body!

Zhou Huai was somewhat surprised.

Caesar actually leveled up to Level 20 at this time.