Soon, Kingsford was placed under martial law, and the competition was forced to a halt.
The sudden blare of the alarm made Alvin Morgan's heart tighten.
Immediately after, a group of people in black uniforms burst onto the rooftop. It was obvious they had been lying in ambush nearby.
One of them made an inviting gesture toward Alvin Morgan. "Young Lord Morgan, please return to the hospital to rest."
Alvin Morgan chuckled. "You're right on time."
After he went downstairs, he saw that both sides of the street were lined with vehicles from The Martial Affairs Bureau. Even the riot squad had arrived, completely blocking off the street.
The massive show of force looked like they were dealing with an extremely dangerous terrorist.
Alvin Morgan's lips pressed into a tight line. He immediately took out his phone and called Master Morgan.
'The only person who could pull off something of this scale is him.'
"What's the meaning of this?"
