Fang Zong nodded: "I beg you, please don't let me go!"

Shrug your shoulders and walk forward.

If this were in the East, even if Fang had a family and a business, he would still have to turn San Francisco upside down to find the ghost doll Lara Croft and crush her completely.

If this were in the Eastern Kingdom, even if Fang had parents, blowing up the tunnel would still make Nami disappear completely.

Forget about San Francisco. You're welcome to contact me, but you can only contact me!

On his phone, there were coordinates sent by Peter. Fang Zong checked the distance and it wasn't too far, so he decided to walk there.

They soon reached the main road, where police were blocking the way, along with some people in suits who appeared to be of higher status; they were likely FBI agents.

Fang Zong held the car key with the nameplate in his hand. The journey was smooth, with the police clearing the way and he could drive without any obstacles.

"Fang!" someone suddenly greeted.

It was a woman, dressed in a very Eastern European, old-fashioned style, young and beautiful.

"I am Lux, Peter is waiting for you." Lux was very polite, pointing her huge cane eastward.

Fang Zong nodded and glanced at Lux's staff, or rather, her magic staff.

Lux from the FBI's San Francisco office is also an elite recruited from League of Legends, and is said to be the prototype for Lux.

On the beach behind Lux, on a rock, sat a thin, poorly dressed man with yellow skin. His sharp katana was half-inserted into the rock, and he was drinking from a sake bottle.

"Yasuo?" Fang Zong frowned.

Yasuo belongs to League of Legends, but not to the American League of Legends, and is naturally not an FBI agent.

Blizzard simply used Yasuo as a character prototype to create a swordsman character who always exudes a cool and arrogant vibe, but in reality, he is a person from the relevant Japanese department.

Fang Zong didn't like it.

Before Fang Zong could think further, his gaze passed over Yasuo and he saw Peter Parker.

Carmel is a seaside town, and this road is also a seaside road. Peter sat on the beach, his arm broken, his legs spread apart, a military dagger stuck between them.

He picked up the bayonet, still hesitating.

Next to Peter was Luke, the medical supervisor and Fang Zong's superior.

Holding a long, narrow metal box that could practically be used for nuclear sealing, Luke suggested, "Peter, cut it! The demonic energy has corroded your wound. Now you only need to cut off half an inch. If you wait any longer, the demonic energy will corrode your heart, and you won't survive!"

Peter continued to hesitate.

Should we cut it or not?

There was a faint flow of black energy at the severed arm; it was ghostly energy, a force that had not yet been scientifically analyzed.

If you don't cut it off, people will die, but if you do cut it off, will you become the one-armed nun in a Japanese drama?

"With one arm gone, my strength has plummeted. Am I really going to let Sophia take my place?"

Peter was still hesitating.

He deeply regretted not transferring Sofia over.

Peter has conflicting feelings for Sophia. On one hand, Sophia is really great, and he's still single.

On the other hand, his spot was taken by an exchange student?

This is incredibly embarrassing!

However, even with a broken arm, he still lost his position as San Francisco's governor!

If headquarters sends someone to take over, he'll be even more embarrassed!

Luke continued, "Peter, just cut him off, survival comes first! I know you value Fang a lot, but he's just a newbie, who knows if he can even help you? We can't contact him, he might have already been eaten by the Ghost Train, he's just a yellow-skinned monkey newbie!"

"Fine, I'll cut it!" Peter was almost in tears.

Standing not far away, Fang Zong noticed Peter take out a military dagger from his crotch and blink.

This is quite amusing!

However, Peter was an acquaintance who had treated him well, and Fang Zong was even thinking of returning to China after graduation, so he might end up in Peter's hands.

"This guy is Spider-Man? Hmm, the black one!"

When Ninth Sister saw Peter's black bodysuit, she laughed, then pouted, "I still prefer Lux from before."

"You're such a perennial support!" Fang Zong was speechless.

He started to think: should he help, or not?

In any case, Peter isn't racist. He might encounter some trouble when he wants to return home, but it won't be too terrible, especially if someone like Luke were to rise to power…

Fang Zong looked at Luke, narrowed his eyes, and his dark eyes were a little cold.

He heard what was said earlier, something about 'yellow-skinned monkey'.

"Hey, Peter!" Fang Zong greeted him.

Peter's neck stiffened abruptly, his hands stiffened, and the bayonet clattered to the ground.

He turned his head, saw Fang Zong, and his eyes flickered.

“Fang…” Peter’s nose tingled with emotion.

Fang Zong walked over and jumped off the reef, when suddenly someone blocked his way.

Luke said coldly, "The logistics team notified you at 9 a.m. that you should have arrived at 11 a.m. It's already 3 p.m. now, you're overdue."

"Sorry, I've run into a little trouble," Fang Zong said with a smile.

In Fang Zong's world, you have to admit your mistakes, stand up straight when you get beaten, and apologizing won't hurt you.

"No matter what excuse you have, what do you take the FBI for!" Luke roared.

Fang Zong continued to smile, raised his hand, and bang!

"Get out of here, you white pig!"

With one punch, Fang Zong knocked out several of Luke's teeth and walked past him.

Peter seemed oblivious to this.

Luke, the chief medical agent, possesses healing abilities, but it's clear that his healing is only minimally effective against the damage caused by ghostly energy, thus diminishing its value.

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