777米奇影

Luo Feng had just set foot on American soil, stepping off his flight at Atlanta International Airport, when his phone rang. It was Mr. Wu.

“Luo Feng, I implore you to tread carefully in the United States. My influence doesn’t stretch across the Pacific, and while your mission is not inherently dangerous, you are far from home. Your safety is of utmost importance,” Mr. Wu warned.

Luo Feng felt a wave of exasperation at the cautious reminder.

“Mr. Wu, I’m merely here for an auction. What sort of danger could possibly await me?” he queried.

“Besides, do you not trust my skills should danger arise?”

However, the more Luo Feng expressed confidence, the more Mr. Wu fretted. “The situation over there is distinct from ours. They have a culture of gun ownership, and it’s not regulated!”

Luo Feng tried to offer reassurance. “Remember, you equipped me with a firearm before I left. Worry not; I promise to return with the artifact known as the Sheep’s Head!” With that, he ended the call.

On this occasion, Luo Feng had received information that the coveted Sheep’s Head, a national treasure that had been lost overseas decades ago, was to be auctioned in Atlanta. Naturally, he seized the opportunity and hurried over in hopes of repatriating it.

Upon leaving the airport, Luo Feng hailed a taxi to the city center. The conversation inevitably veered towards the Sheep’s Head.

“Seems like you’re also here for the Sheep’s Head, huh?” the driver commented.

“You can tell?” Luo Feng asked, intrigued.

“Absolutely. Over the past few days, people from all corners of the world have been flocking to Atlanta for the Sheep’s Head. Given your appearance, I’d find it hard to believe if you claimed otherwise.”

The driver seemed well-informed, prompting Luo Feng to probe further. “Then my competition might be fierce?”

“Most likely. But then again, this is an auction. As long as your pockets are deep enough, competition should be the least of your worries.”

In essence, it all boiled down to financial power, something Luo Feng was not lacking.

The taxi meandered through the city streets, finally halting at Luo Feng’s pre-booked hotel. As he prepared to enter, a girl barreled out of the entrance, crashing into him.

“I’m so sorry, so sorry!” She swiftly apologized before darting away.

Immediately, a group of men in suits emerged from the hotel, pushing past Luo Feng and giving chase. Although he was unclear about the situation, it was evident that the girl was outmatched.

Acting on instinct, Luo Feng followed and intercepted the men.

“Isn’t it unseemly for so many of you to be pursuing a single girl?” he challenged.

Seeing that the girl had vanished, the men redirected their frustrations towards Luo Feng, encircling him. Yet Luo Feng remained unflustered, casually flipping them the bird.

Perfect, he thought, they would serve as good practice for his first combat encounter in the U.S.

Within a few rounds, Luo Feng had effortlessly subdued all of them.

“Are you one of Charles’s men?” one of them accused, taken aback by Luo Feng’s formidable skills.

“Who’s Charles?” Luo Feng asked, feigning ignorance.

“Don’t play dumb! In Atlanta, aside from Charles, who else could enlist such a formidable person! It’s pitiful that he has to resort to covert methods to protect his own daughter!”

Regardless, this was their familial matter, and Luo Feng had no intention of intervening. He proceeded to check into his hotel, preparing to rest and gather his strength for the auction the following day.

It wasn’t that he thought procuring the artifact would be challenging. However, this was Luo Feng’s maiden visit to the U.S., and he needed to remain vigilant. Mr. Wu’s cautionary words rang true. Despite his martial prowess, he was now in a place where firearms were commonplace, a stark contrast to his usual environment.

Should someone decide to snipe at him from a considerable distance, there was little he could do..