Rian smirked coldly, pulling out his phone. He dialed a number.
The first call he made was to Mayor Omar—yes, the same one he had recently "collected" like a black-shelled crane game prize.
"Omar, I just encountered some Japanese assassins. I think it's time we processed… everyone."
Rian hung up without waiting for a reply.
Meanwhile, at the Futan Embassy, Omar's face was still bruised, his expression miserable. He ended the call and slumped back, looking pathetic despite his status.
In public, Omar was a high-ranking figure. But in truth, he was just another pawn—his arrogance rooted in delusions of racial superiority. He bought into the fantasy of Black supremacy, acting like a god among men, believing Black people were inherently stronger, more capable, more deserving.
People around him, even those like Thailand Toa, who noticed Omar's bizarre behavior and pig-like swollen face, dared not question him.
But who had beaten Omar?
Surely no one would dare lay a hand on the most powerful man in Lac Thanh City... unless, perhaps, that "master" Omar had just spoken to was no ordinary man?
Thailand Toa didn't ask. She didn't dare.
Instead, she tried to curry favor with Omar, hoping that serving him could lead her family to a better life. Maybe they'd get to live in Eagle Country too, enjoying the luxury that came with being close to power.
Omar didn't care about her feelings. He used her as he pleased.
But now, even she was curious.
Who was this mysterious "master"?
Meanwhile, Rian had just finished his second call—this one to his FBI contact.
"Yes sir! We'll be there immediately!"
He closed the call and returned to his Hellcat, leaning against the door, waiting.
Soon, Rachel Ocean, the reporter who had previously documented Rian's rooftop battle, arrived.
She was ecstatic to see him.
"Oh my God! It's him! It's HIM!" she whispered, clutching her chest like a fangirl. "That's the man who went viral last time! The one who fought on the rooftop!"
Breathing heavily, she ran up to him.
"Rian! I'm your biggest fan! That video from the rooftop—total internet meltdown!"
Rian chuckled. "I didn't expect your Mandarin to be so fluent."
"Well, I am American," she said with a playful smile, "but that doesn't mean I can't appreciate true badassery."
He nodded, amused.
"I may be an American citizen," Rian said, "but I'll never forget—I'm of Pengheng descent."
Rachel's eyes lit up. "You're trending again! After what happened today, everyone's talking about you!"
"What's the deal with those Japanese attackers?" she asked eagerly.
"Spies. Foreign intelligence. Probably sent to kill me to recover the missing rolls of plastic film."
Rachel blinked. "You mean… the same film the Futan government's been obsessing over?"
Rian nodded. "They attacked me to retrieve it."
Rachel gasped. "Those monsters!"
"But you beat them all again, right? You're… amazing!"
Rian smiled, patting her shoulder. "Thanks. Just doing my part."
Later, Rachel uploaded a new video to her social feed, showing Rian in action again.
Caption:
"Just saw Rian IRL! He took down a Futan strike team single-handedly! This time, I even got to interview him!"
The video spread like wildfire.
Netizens couldn't believe what they were seeing.
"That guy again?! He dodged bullets like it was nothing!"
"He's not just a cop—he's a superhero!"
"Forget Hollywood—cast him in the next Avengers film!"
"I swear he's got superpowers… no normal human can do that!"
"And he's good-looking, too?! This man is a national treasure!"
Hashtags like #Rian, #FutanStrikeTeam, and #PlasticFilmScandal trended to the top of the hot search lists.