As the ceremonial bells tolled, their resounding peals seemed to carry an invisible power, instantly pushing the atmosphere in and around the Capital to a tense peak. Su Ran stood silently atop the city gate, his posture as straight as a pine. Though he appeared calm and composed on the surface, inside, he was like a bowstring pulled to its absolute limit, not daring to relax for even a moment. His gaze was as sharp as a hawk’s, meticulously sweeping over every corner of the celebration, as if to crush any latent threats in their infancy. At this moment, security personnel were on high alert, poised and vigilant, scattered across key positions like loyal guardians, constructing an impenetrable line of defense for the ceremony.
Although the Mysterious Organization had suffered heavy blows and was severely weakened, its remaining forces were still undeterred, clutching at straws as they attempted to execute a sinister assassination plot at this critical juncture, making a final, desperate struggle. Just as the celebration reached its most enthusiastic climax and Su Ran was preparing to walk with steady steps to the podium to deliver a speech conveying the joy of victory and hopes for the future to the people of the nation, the situation reached a breaking point. Several members of the Mysterious Organization, disguised as attendants, suddenly struck like vipers lurking in the darkness. With lightning speed, they drew gleaming blades from their clothing and lunged at Su Ran lik…
Chapter 72