Volume 1, Chapter 25: Childhood Friends from Wuzhou

The pigeons did not fly away immediately. They circled round and round under the silent curtain of night, trailing clear, melodic whistles as if offering us their thanks.

"You are surrounded! Surrender at once! Do not offer any stubborn resistance!" Team Leader Bai shouted to the man.

The first to arrive were four Type 96 naval bombers from the Andaman Islands. They had long been under the surveillance of British radar. These aging bombers no longer possessed the glory of their days when they sank the Prince of Wales, yet they were eager to be the first to strike.

The moment the shout rang out, the Violet Thunder Blade and the Guan Dao clashed in mid-air. A dull thud echoed instantly, and Yang Renjie was sent staggering back several steps, his blade in hand, the webbing between his thumb and index finger nearly splitting from the impact.

This suggestion was quite novel, clearly one of the ways to counter jungle warfare with air superiority. If executed, it would certainly achieve a surprise victory, as the Japanese military believed that jungle terrain could neutralize Allied air power. Their own air force had not gained any advantage while pursuing forces in northern Myanmar.

"Did you anticipate that something would happen, and you never actually intended to depart tomorrow?" Mo Lan asked him. Given how he had sent men to track her, this entire scenario tonight might have been a trap he set long ago. It was laughable that she and Wu Yilü had tried to scheme against him, only to be rounded up and dealt with by him in one fell swoop.

Tang Baobao stood to the side, speechless and a bit bewildered; this wasn't an act, it was truly how she felt.

"Judging by your appearance, you must be some kind of high-level executive. For a person of your character to hold such a position—pah!" To emphasize her tone, Tang Baobao actually spat.

The Japanese troops guarding the positions below saw the bomber trailing black smoke as it plummeted, and they erupted into cheers. After suffering such heavy losses in Shanghai these past few days, they had finally regained some face.

"Good, good," Mother Murong said with a smile. As she ate, she asked one question after another. Lin finished half a bowl before stopping, and Xue, having eaten her fill, went over to watch Lin. Xi persisted until she finished her bowl, then went over to the two of them to "plead guilty."

Hearing her say this, he finally felt at ease. Just a moment ago, his heart had given a sharp tug, which made his feelings for her even clearer. As for returning to the capital, he would have to plan carefully. He could not bear to leave his girl; even with her promise, he could not bring himself to leave her and return to the capital alone. But how was he to discuss this with his elders?

Gu Jiao was not too surprised by Li Jiangping's betrayal, though the point that triggered her suspicion was different from Xiao Heng's.

The Violet Fox felt her confidence wavering. If the homeowner were just a mortal, he would be nothing to fear, but now that he had become a powerful cultivator, she could no longer act recklessly.

However, before Yu Tianheng could finish speaking, the Grandmaster waved his right hand heavily, cutting him off directly.

Ever since coming to this ancient era, Gu Jiao had not been fond of looking in the mirror because of the birthmark on her face—out of sight, out of mind. Therefore, even after she finished washing up, Gu Jiao still had not noticed the change in her appearance.

After all, this was only a ten-thousand-year soul bone, and the bloodline quality of the Thorn Dragon could not compare to that of the Dark Gold Dreadclaw Bear. It took about an hour for Hu Liena to finish the absorption. Tian Chen, who had been sitting on the sofa watching her the entire time, immediately asked with concern as soon as he saw her stop her cultivation.

After dismissing the waiter, Nan Zhao changed seats, turning her back directly toward Hua Zhan's direction, and continued to eat and drink as if nothing had happened.

Arrows landed on the iron tops of the shields, clattering and clanging, though some with greater force pierced directly through the shields.

If Heavenly Crocodile truly had a difference of opinion with Bibi Dong, he truly would not know what to do. Neither the Second Elder, Heavenly Crocodile, nor the Pope, Bibi Dong, was someone he could afford to offend.