The Typhoon

Philip Typhoon waited in the concert stadium, staring at the empty pavilions. He had already realized that the Krull Island plan was a bust.

Caesar had entered the island like a maelstrom, massacring all Monolith agents single-handedly. Typhoon was the last man standing.

But Typhoon was not an ordinary man. He was a general of the Puppetmaster and had abilities that exceeded normal human beings. Therefore, he was looking forward to a fight with the legendary Caesar to put his abilities to the test.

Typhoon was releasing enough bloodlust to attract his target. While an ordinary person wouldn’t notice it, a fighter like Caesar would see it as a beacon. It was only a matter of time before he arrived.

Tap! Tap! Tap!

Footsteps sounded down the pavilion aisles. Someone was coming!

Typhoon readied himself. It was showtime!

However, he was disappointed to see a tall Amazonian woman approaching him. What the hell!