Even so, Lincoln Faulkner inexplicably had a feeling—a sense of danger lingering above his head that wouldn’t go away. The chill down Lincoln Faulkner’s back grew stronger and stronger. Yet no matter how many times he looked back or scanned his surroundings, he couldn’t spot any trace of an enemy.

Just as Lincoln Faulkner was feeling anxious and uneasy, a gentle yet sharp voice came from not far away, saying, “Little brother, your escape skills are indeed impressive, but in the hands of me, Clifford Dean, you won’t be able to get away no matter what you do. You’d better stay right here for me!”

The voice echoed all around, making it impossible to tell where the speaker was. Lincoln Faulkner felt a surge of cold dread in his heart. The Red Peak King’s words sounded calm and peaceful, as if spoken right beside his ear—just where on earth was this guy hiding?

Before Lincoln Faulkner could think of anything else, six scorching finger forces were already striking at him from a distance.

“Above! It’s above.” The thought had just flashed through his mind, pinpointing the enemy’s location, when Lincoln Faulkner was already hit hard. Clifford Dean’s six scorching finger forces struck his limbs, his back, and his dantian. His body was suddenly restrained, and as Lincoln Faulkner was sprinting wildly, he stumbled and rolled to the roadside.

With a slight ripple in the air, a phantom figure suspended more than ten meters above the ground gradually became solid. The Red Peak King, who had subdued Lincoln Faulkner, stood tall and handsome, dressed in a well-fitted suit, looking no different from a city white-collar worker. After deactivating his invisibility, Clifford Dean smiled faintly and landed on the ground. He reached out to grab Lincoln Faulkner, about to search him.

“Ah! Strange.”

As soon as Clifford Dean’s fingers touched Lincoln Faulkner’s body, it felt like touching a red-hot branding iron. He quickly let go.

To be able to use his own name as the banner of an organization—the Red Peak King was undoubtedly the boss of the northeast region. The higher the innate level of a monster’s life, the easier it was to cultivate, and the faster their power grew. For the Red Peak King to rise from the lowest rank of insect to lead the monster forces of the northeast, his talent and ability were truly astonishing.

But the mutation in Lincoln Faulkner’s body was something he hadn’t anticipated. Frowning slightly, the Red Peak King slowly gathered energy in his left hand and pressed it against Lincoln Faulkner’s back, wanting to probe what was so strange inside Lincoln Faulkner.

As soon as Clifford Dean’s left palm touched Lincoln Faulkner’s back, he felt a tremendous force surging back at him. He forcibly increased his power, and only when his demonic energy reached sixty percent could he barely withstand the energy inside Lincoln Faulkner. Realizing this, Clifford Dean couldn’t help but be secretly surprised.

He was the local leader of the monster group, and international monster organizations had no authority over him. However, for the sake of his own group’s development and certain interests, he cooperated with the international demon federation’s warrant to capture the person who stole the Gou Li Heavenly Book.

The international demon federation’s warrant was issued worldwide, and Clifford Dean hadn’t expected that this item would appear in the city where he lived. So from the moment he received the news to deploying his men, he was a step behind. But now that he had finally stopped Lincoln Faulkner, Clifford Dean felt quite relieved. The bounty attached to the warrant by the international demon federation was so generous that it made any monster organization’s heart race.

It was not easy for monsters to cultivate, and their combat power increased very slowly, often taking centuries. That’s why it became common internationally to inject the genes of powerful monsters or otherworldly demon spirits into weaker monsters. Through genetic modification, their power could be rapidly increased. The subordinates Clifford Dean had just sent out were more than a dozen such modified monsters. Currently, only the international demon federation possessed this monster modification technology. Other organizations could only send their members to the federation’s internal labs for gene modification. This time, the international demon federation’s bounty included six hundred vials of high-strength gene serum, which was equivalent to giving the winning monster force hundreds of powerful new members, greatly boosting the organization’s strength.

With such a strong incentive, it was easy to understand why Clifford Dean was tempted.

After a brief moment of thought, Clifford Dean gave up on the idea of using force to seal Lincoln Faulkner’s meridians. With a flick of his wrist, a Red Peak Needle was stuck into Lincoln Faulkner’s shoulder. The needle, containing a potent anesthetic, immediately sent Lincoln Faulkner into a deep coma.

After this delay, Clifford Dean’s subordinates had already found their way over. Under Clifford Dean’s command, they loaded Lincoln Faulkner into a car and sped away.

A light rain began to fall from the sky. There weren’t many people around after leaving the airport, and Brian Lee didn’t want to take a taxi back to the city right away. He cast a bit of magic on his umbrella, letting it float above him to shield him from the rain. With both hands free, he hugged the large pile of things and strolled through the rainy streets.

If someone were to look up Brian Lee’s identity, they would only find the following conclusion:

Brian Lee, male, twenty-one years old, a first-year student at C University in this city, with a clean background and absolutely no suspicion. But in reality, only a very few “people” knew Brian Lee’s true identity.

Having just arrived in this city from his own “home,” Brian Lee was certainly not here just to study. Setting foot in a human city for the first time, Brian Lee felt a bit emotional. The modernization of the city and the rapid development of technology all showed—

“I’ve been asleep for thousands of years; it seems I’ve become outdated!”

Brian Lee murmured softly to himself. Although he had memories of this era in his mind, they weren’t from his own experience. Just like his current identity, they were stolen from that human named “Brian Lee.”