Chapter 141: Comrades in Revolution

“Don’t stray too far from the base, or someone might take a cheap shot at you.”

Cui Zhongjiu gave a few instructions to the team members who had exchanged clothes with Zhang Liang and the other two. He could not take them inside directly; that would have seemed too conspicuous.

Besides, in the eyes of foreigners, most Asians looked much alike—rather like the way Chinese people viewed foreigners. And with the camouflage uniforms they were wearing, anyone who was not especially familiar with them would have found it nearly impossible to tell them apart.

“Understood, Captain. This won’t count against our personal leave, will it?”

“Stop wasting time. Get lost, and watch yourselves.”

The Prince of Yu sat with his eyes closed, looking as though he were thoroughly enjoying himself. I cursed him a thousand times in my heart.

Without exception, it was always that same bar. He drank there, spending most of his time in one particular place.

And because of Ye Jinmu and Chu Qinghan’s attitudes, he kept striding farther and farther down the road to self-destruction.

I snapped, “Don’t make it sound so noble. Someone like you would never…” As I spoke, I suddenly realized something and turned at once to look at Xuan Feilun.

“Damn it! Is the gap really that wide?” Long Ji smashed the ground in frustration, yet he knew perfectly well that he no longer had the strength to fight.

“You can’t defeat him. I won’t drag you down with me.” Mei Qian put on the air of a pair of star-crossed lovers, lowering her head and offering a bitter smile that made it impossible to tell whether she was sincere.

I followed Taibai Jinxing uneasily into the Hall of Lingxiao. The Jade Emperor sat high above us, and I hurriedly fell to my knees and kowtowed.

“So ugly! And this thing stinks, too! Ugh…” Ming Ling could not help covering her mouth. Then she lifted her robe, drew her pistol, and pointed the muzzle at the monster’s head.

Only after quite some time did I remember Senior Sister Jiang Ruyi, who had ranked second among those of the Ru generation. She had an extraordinary fondness for plum blossoms, and her bearing was both graceful and enchantingly alluring. It had to be her.

Ye Jinmu glanced helplessly at Ling Jincheng. It was obvious that Ling Jincheng still believed she was wearing a disguise. Unless he verified it personally, he probably would not believe her.

“What are we going to do about her?” Zhao Yao fanned the flames. “The things being said outside are truly vicious. The company is only protecting her in every possible way because of your influence. If some reckless fool takes a picture and publishes it, she’ll be finished.” Zhao Yao spoke anxiously.

It did not need to be the whole of Champa; anything south of Quy Nhon would do. That way, the Jinlan Bay base would be secure.

Aboard the battleship Dinghai, flagship of the Third Squadron of the Ming Navy’s South Seas Fleet, Wang Feng, commander of the Jinzhou Fleet, spoke to Fleet Commander Chen Han.

He turned around. Unable to restrain my longing to rush toward him, I threw my arms tightly around him. My tears came pouring out, and my sobs turned into loud wails. He held me, gently stroking my back, and said nothing.

“I have never seen eye to eye with those people. I’m afraid I’d only go there and become a liability,” Liao Leyan said immediately.

Thus, on the way back to the locker room, many fans even hurled popcorn toward the players’ tunnel, along with a ceaseless torrent of curses and jeers.

“What is it? Go ahead,” said the boy. He had a crew cut, with the fringe over his forehead dyed burgundy, and looked to be no more than twenty. Summoning his courage, he spoke up.

Hearing of such a wonderful opportunity, he was delighted beyond words. He immediately nodded and agreed. That night, he really did go to the boss’s room, and the boss, true to his word, was waiting there for him.

Anyone with eyes could see that Ruben Patterson’s star had already fallen, while Zhou Zheng was steadily rising.

She had undergone a Caesarean back then precisely because she hardly exercised. Even now, she still had a scar across her stomach—proof of how lazy she had been in those days, or so they teased her.

No one had expected that, the moment Mad Bull appeared, he would transform into a towering, broad-shouldered, round-faced, rugged man with a magnificent beard—a butcher through and through.

When Lu Qingtian entered the interrogation room and saw the torture instruments filling it, his expression instantly turned cold and grim. A murderous, iron-blooded military aura erupted from him, and he swept a frigid gaze toward the director, making the man’s entire body tremble faintly.