With the American borders now under lockdown, countless people were bustling about the country in search of Xia Lei. Despite their efforts, no one could pick up on his tracks. It was as if the man had vanished out of thin air. 

Forty-eight hours after the ambush. 

Las Vegas suburbs. House number 119, Palm Street. 

The study was quiet as multiple surveillance footage appeared on Xia Lei’s laptop. His mind was fast to work on creating a three-dimensional mental map. In it, almost every street, airport and subway stations were filled with people ready to nab him. If he were to make the mistake of appearing, there would be no escape. 

“Damn… If those bastards from the White House and the Pentagon find out that I’m here, would they attempt to bomb every house here?” Xia Lei mocked himself. 

This was a sticky situation, even for him. However, if this was the price to pay in exchange of exterminating the whole Hattori clan, Xia Lei would gladly do this ten times over. 

Suddenly, footsteps were heard from outside...