Chapter 93: Fire!

At ten o'clock the next morning, Zhang Liang and his companion, together with the Giraffe Team, were fully equipped and had already arrived near the target location. Booth, accompanied by two special forces teams supported by the South African Intelligence Agency, had also made it in time.

As for the South African special forces teams, to be honest, they didn't look much different from those of other countries—clad in the same black tactical uniforms and helmets. But the resemblance was really only skin-deep. There was nothing particularly advanced about their military equipment; even their communications relied on radios, and as for their weapons, they were still using the standard-issue R5...

A tension immediately thickened the air between the two people, eyes blazing, muscles taut—a fight could break out at any moment.

"Let's go back," Song Ruyi said, though in truth he was reluctant to leave. He didn't want to go, but the other party's domineering attitude left him no room to protest; he simply pulled Feiluoze aside, unable to bring himself to say anything more.

She truly didn’t take him seriously; she vanished for three years as if he meant nothing. But in those three years, how much pain and hardship had Song Ruyi silently borne?

She couldn’t help but be lost in the sound of Fei Yinan’s heartbeat, oblivious to the passing crowd and their pointing fingers.

Song Ruyi’s sorrow and despair were all seen by Fei Yinan. She misunderstood him—he had only come downstairs to find her by chance. He hadn’t avoided her; he’d delayed seeing her because he was afraid she would leave him.

With this scene over in one take, my part for the day was finished. Exhausted by the heat, I immediately followed Ah Zeng back to my room.

It seemed that Prince Zhao had long awaited this day. With a large force stationed at the border, the moment the Quanrong tribe showed any sign of provocation, the Zhao army attacked first, determined to drive them back a hundred miles and ensure they dared not disturb Zhao’s frontier again.

Su Jin sat before the grill, roasting her favorite chicken wings and taking in the leisurely surroundings with satisfaction.

This time, she had truly put in the effort. She gave up her old mischief and carelessness, resolved to do this one thing sincerely and steadfastly. Yet the result was so bitterly disappointing.

At this moment, Cao Yan and his two companions were inside a square-shaped city, within a temple-like building.

“You’re too kind, we all serve Her Highness the Princess. There can be no question of negligence,” Fang Li replied with a beaming smile, thinking how he might rely on this person for food and drink in the days to come. Of all people, one must never offend the hand that feeds you.

“I saw her get sucked in with my own eyes, sir. It’s absolutely true. Hongyu and the others who went with her can all testify,” Qingcheng’s firm tone finally eased the masked man’s doubts.

Shangguan Tu looked more grave than ever. After carefully observing the demon god’s guard, he too was deeply shaken.

In a short time, breaking through to the innate grandmaster realm was extremely difficult. As for the top ten of the Hundred Men Hall, could they accomplish such a feat?

Because of this matter, the two of them truly knew nothing. Not only had Jun Buyu, who was only pretending to be Black-Tailed Leafhopper’s military advisor, never heard of it—even Linghu Mei, a genuine prince of Black-Tailed Leafhopper, was completely unaware.

Their suspicions about Lin Xuan’s identity had already begun. Now, seeing Yi Xiao treat her so dismissively—after she’d already threatened him—made her wary. Such people are either truly formidable or utterly insane; in either case, she wanted nothing to do with them. If things escalated, there were plenty of eyes on her.

“How could I possibly joke with my own life? I still have to wait for my injuries to heal so I can keep protecting you,” Fu Yan remarked casually as he weighed and prepared the medicines.

“Heh, don’t worry, just watch. Off you go—there’s nothing more for you today. Go back and rest early,” Lin Feng smiled, offering no further explanation.

“You must be Mr. Arnold! A pleasure, a pleasure!” Liao Wei, unreserved, gripped Arnold’s hand with a broad smile.