At the same time that Mad Blade, Fan Yi, and Yang Fei were discussing the capture of Kahn.
Kahn, Apollo, and Hermes were also planning their countermeasures.
Thirty-two-year-old Kahn was at the peak of a man's life.
Like his father, he was slender, with a hooked nose and pointed chin, looking imposing.
Kahn looked at Apollo indifferently.
"My residence has suddenly been reinforced with sentries and a small garrison. I have a bad feeling; I've been exposed."
Apollo's handsome left cheek bore mottled scars.
These were the evidence of his miserable defeat when he clashed with Yang Fei previously.
However, now his once bloody and blurred left cheek had almost healed, and even the scars were gradually disappearing.
He looked at Kahn indifferently: "It's easy to understand; Yang Fei and the Changfeng Squad have already arrived at Novis."
"This Special Forces unit has incredible reconnaissance abilities; they can easily crack the entire airstrike incident."
