Chapter 276: Desperate Love (Part Two)
On June 22, late at night at 11:00 PM, in a brightly lit confidential conference room in the headquarters of the Dark Arrow organization in the capital city, a critical meeting was underway under the direction of Chief of Staff Wu Zhongxian, with seven high-ranking leaders from the Standing Committee of Dark Arrow present.
The subject of discussion had been ongoing for nearly ten days, focusing on how to adjust the response to the disgrace suffered by the dark arrow soldiers.
The catalyst for this topic was a soldier named Zheng Yuanchao. In fact, similar incidents have occurred in various monitoring districts since the relevant regulations were established nearly ten years ago.
“…There’s been a lot of arguing and debating; let’s just come to a decision. We are now going to vote on the second agenda: the mental health tests during training will be for reference only and will no longer be used as a basis for assessment. During their official duties, all Dark Arrow members will have their thoughts and work performance comprehensively evaluated by their direct superiors on a regular basis.”
“I’ll go first; I agree!”
Wu Zhongxian closed the folder in his hands, crossed his arms, and wore a very serious expression. It seemed this meeting had to reach a conclusion.
“Agree.”
“I have reservations, but I respect the principle of majority rule, so I will abstain.”
“I oppose! Like I said, these relevant regulations were collectively discussed and confirmed during the tenure of the old chief, Han Zhongliang. At this stage, there is still a lack of sufficient research evidence to overturn them.”
“I also oppose. We cannot overturn regulations based solely on a few sporadic positive examples. What do we say about the negative examples in history that have caused the most damage to Dark Arrow?”
There were supporters, compromises, and determined opponents. After a simple statement of individual positions, hands began to rise. What the opponents failed to understand throughout was that as Han Zhongliang’s son, Han Guowei was the initiator of this reform.
It seemed absurd for a son to overturn what his father had established so soon after his death.
Four votes in favor, two votes against, and one abstention—this did not meet the threshold of at least five votes in favor for significant matters.
Wu Zhongxian and Han Guowei exchanged glances, both sighing deeply but had to accept this outcome.
“Alright, the reform proposal put forward by Comrade Han Guowei will end here. Now we will proceed to vote on the second agenda, regarding the blood puppet mode of Dark Arrow and the plan for self-directed blood pet dog preparatory battalions. Those in favor, please raise your hands.”
The voting result for the second agenda failed, rendering the subsequent topic devoid of practical significance. The results were predictable—other than Wu Zhongxian and Han Guowei voting in favor, the other five were all opposed.
Han Guowei slowly stood up, surveying the Dark Arrow leaders present with a calm expression. Without a psychological model test, Dark Arrow remained the pillar defending the nation and the people. The vast majority of our commanders and fighters were still steadfast in their beliefs. Why, on a certain day, would we allow a tool to hijack our faith?
“Ye Zhijun and Zhen Guangquan are living examples, aren’t they? Since we can watch the emergence of tumors under the existing rules, why can’t we seek new paths?”
“Don’t throw the baby out with the bathwater. No one is right all the time; an error can be better than no action at all!”
Having said that, Han Guowei put on his military hat and left, leaving the meeting room in silence, nobody dared to contradict him.
“Commander Han, there’s a level three confidential communication from City C.”
As soon as Han Guowei stepped out of the conference room, a waited intelligence bureau officer approached him.
Currently, the intelligence bureau was under the direct oversight of Chief of Staff Wu Zhongxian until the new director arrived, while the actual work was managed by South Monitoring Area Commander Han Guowei.
Now, there were speculations within the intelligence bureau that Han Guowei would soon be transferred to the headquarters to take over as director of the intelligence bureau.
As the deputy leader of the special operations group and the acting head of the intelligence bureau, Han Guowei’s authority had surpassed that of personnel at the headquarters. The special task he assigned to Han Jieqin was highly classified.
A level three confidential communication meant it wasn’t urgent, but Han Guowei knew what this communication connected to.
“I understand. Prepare the plane to go to City C.”
Han Guowei chose not to head to the confidential communication room, instead directly walked towards the elevator.
“Huh? Now?”
The intelligence officer was stunned, still processing, as it was almost midnight.
…
In City C, Longquan Mountain, June 22, 1 AM.
Jiang Yao was sleepless again, or rather, after feeling fatigued and drowsy for several hours during the day, she was now quite awake.
She opened her closet, glanced around, and hesitated for several seconds before finally taking out a black lace nightgown, which bore some resemblance in style to the former He Guqingya.
After removing her loose nightgown and planning to put on her undergarments, she froze upon lowering her gaze.
Her smooth abdomen revealed a slightly noticeable bulge, as if from days of overeating during the holidays.
Gently laying her right hand on her lower abdomen, she closed her eyes, focusing all her attention on the sensations, faint pulses of a heartbeat resonating in her fingertips.
Originally moving, sucking on her fingers, or yawning, in a strange life-space, transmitting blissful messages to her future mother.
Staying frozen for a full minute, Jiang Yao finally diverted her gaze and began dressing again.
…
In the current corridor of the floor, only Xiao Mei was on night watch. Seeing Jiang Yao step out formally and coldly, she quickly leaned forward, retreating to press against the wall and lowering her head slightly.
Jiang Yao did not head to Yueyue’s room but walked straight towards the study.
A few minutes later, holding a bright yellow azalea, Jiang Yao stopped outside a semi-open garden-style small courtyard. On the front yard’s tiered grass hills were two newly erected tombstones, beside which a figure was squatting.
Zheng Shaolin and Xiao Lian were both buried here. There were no remains of surnamed yellow paper in front of the tombstones, just piles of local fresh flowers from Lingquan Mountain.
The truth surrounding Zheng Shaolin’s remains had been concealed from Wan Yueyue, and except for a few like Dou Tai and Xiao Dong, most members of the Hyacinth group only knew that after Zheng Shaolin perished in an explosion with the Frank’s monster, only a finger was left behind.
“Xiao Ling Jie…”
Jiang Yao softly called out as she approached the figure from behind.
Xiao Ling, recovering from severe injuries, looked considerably frail, her previously outgoing and lively personality now seemed lost, not reacting to the greeting from behind her.
Perhaps influenced by many respected elders of the Hyacinth group, like most members, Xiao Ling had grown indifferent to external matters—even after becoming a knight, she could still integrate with others.
One could say Jiang Yan and Jiang Yao’s ability to fit into Hyacinth was largely due to Ping and Xiao Ling’s influence.
Xiao Yao, isn’t Shaolin’s heart really not with Hyacinth? Is he still trapped in a dark dream?
Xiao Ling did not turn around and simply murmured dreamily.
This problem seemed a bit beyond Jiang Yao’s capability, as her lips quivered several times but no words could form. Instead, images of Jiang Yan and Jiang Huai suddenly appeared in her mind.
“Xiao Yao, Shaolin and I intended to get married next year, and we were going to ask Sister Wan to preside over the ceremony…”
Xiao Ling’s voice grew lower and more ethereal, but it sounded like a painful echo to Jiang Yao.
“I’m sorry, Xiao Ling Jie, I…”
“Xiao Yao, you scared me. I couldn’t find you in the room. How did you end up here? Ah, Xiao Ling is also here…”
At that moment, the voice of Xiao Dong came from behind the two.
“Hurry, go to Sister Wan’s room. Brother Zhao is looking for you. Xiao Ling, you should also head back to your room and pack your things!”
After finishing, Xiao Dong rushed off again, coming and going hurriedly without considering the atmosphere of the scene.
Minutes later, Jiang Yao arrived at Wan Yue’s private suite.
Upon entering the living room, she saw Zhao Peng and Xiao Ai flipping through a map on the coffee table, the latter looking quite tense.
“What’s wrong, Brother Zhao, Sister Xiao Ai?”
Jiang Yao walked closer, her eyes falling on the map with curiosity.
Zhao Peng looked up briefly at Jiang Yao before pointing to the map. “We just received a warning from the King’s family’s Twelfth Brother outside the mountain. There’s a convoy of Dark Arrow appearing on the outskirts of Longquan Mountain.”
“Dark Arrow frequently conducts night drills, and there’s a large training ground in J City to the east. I doubt they would venture into Longquan Mountain; they should just be passing by,” Xiao Ai interjected, gripping Zhao Peng’s arm, not believing the advancing military vehicles posed a threat to the Hyacinth mansion.
“Things are different now. With Sister Wan in a dormant phase and Xiao Yao in poor condition, we must exercise more caution.” Zhao Peng’s fingers traced the map carefully, his brow furrowing. “Let’s go to level one alert until we receive the latest intel back from the King’s Twelfth Brother.”
“Brother Zhao, I’ve checked various routes outside. The passing trucks have shown no abnormalities, and the drone’s infrared night vision hasn’t detected any suspicious individuals approaching.”
Just then, Liang Tai walked in, fully armed, holding a tablet.
“How about this: Xiao Dong and Xiao Yao stay here. Liang Tai, Xiao Ai, you two check a few potential ambush spots around the mansion. I’ll check on the underground escape routes,” Zhao Peng concluded.
After a moment’s thought, he put away the map, his expression serious: “I don’t want to chase mere shadows, but the stakes are high. Better safe than sorry. If there’s no sign of trouble in two hours, then we’ll lift the level one alert.”
Soon, everyone in the room left, leaving only Xiao Dong and Jiang Yao in the living room.
“Xiao Yao, why did Zhong Jing leave after staying half the day yesterday? You nearly went insane…”
Xiao Dong took out a shotgun from a corner, checking the ammo while talking to Jiang Yao.
Jiang Yao’s concerns were within the high-security state of Hyacinth, but Xiao Dong was one of the informed individuals.
However, this confidentiality would gradually fade over time; as the pregnancy progressed, the suppressive ability of the pheromones would weaken, coupled with the explosive effects of blood, even servants would easily notice Jiang Yao’s physical and mental changes.
To be honest, even now, Xiao Dong struggled to imagine how Jiang Yao ended up in this kind of relationship with Zhong Jing.
Surely, who could hang all their hopes on one man? The child is mine, anyway!
Jiang Yao laughed without care, but unease glimmered in her eyes as she slightly averted her gaze from Xiao Dong, her words feeling disingenuous.
“Actually, everyone knows that Jiang Yao’s relationship with He Jian Qingya is more of a performance.”
Xiao Dong awkwardly chuckled, walked up to Jiang Yao, and gently linked her arm with Jiang Yao’s:
“I’ve always had confidence in Jiang Yao. Right now, it’s just that He Jian Qingya has just left, and she’s not feeling well.”
As she spoke, Xiao Dong crouched down, pressing an ear to Jiang Yao’s abdomen, as if listening.
“Hehe, the little baby is blowing bubbles!”
A few seconds later, Xiao Dong’s eyes were squinting up with joy, and Jiang Yao couldn’t help but smile at the sensation.
Xiao Dong might need a distraction.
The latest intel just arrived—the Dark Arrow convoy has entered the mountain! Xiao Yao, no matter what urgent situation arises, you must stay with Sister Wan and not get involved in the fighting!
It might be that Zhong Jing was tracked by the Dark Arrow the night before, ah, don’t say…
Suddenly pushed aside, Liang Tai approached with a grim expression, followed by Xiao Ai and several genuinely concerned maiden attendants, all heavily armed yet visibly anxious.
“Well, it might not be Zhong Jing…”
Jiang Yao grabbed an MP5SD submachine gun from the nearby table, a murderous intent flashing in her eyes.
Zhong Jing was tracked? Not necessarily; do they not know the details here? Jiang Yao glanced at Liang Tai, who seemed hesitant to speak, her heart grew clear.
Looking at the wall clock, it was already 1:30 AM. Jiang Yao took out her phone and dialed Jiang Yan’s number, but was met with the response that the phone was turned off.
“Brother Liang, my sister is still in the city… I want to go back and fetch her!”
Without a second thought, Jiang Yao charged out with the submachine gun, even snatching a communicator from the shoulder of an attendant passing by.
Jiang Yan is under the watch of Meng Huai and the King’s people; she’s still in Liu City, which is actually safer than here. Don’t worry; I’ve already called Xiao Guo and told her to hurry to your house!
Jiang Yao pulled Liang Tai’s arm, revealing a serious expression: “There’s no time. You must trust Meng Huai. He will protect Jiang Yan well; this is what Sister Wan requested before her dormancy!”
Jiang Yao slowed her pace, turning back and surveying the group: “Do you all trust Meng Huai?”
Not just Liang Tai but even Xiao Ai, along with most of them, showed hesitant expressions.
Meng Huai’s true identity, even if unspoken, might have been obvious. Moreover, Wan Yue and Zhao Peng surely knew this long ago. Yet, due to Wan Yue’s earlier directive barring discussions, no one dared to publicly express distrust toward Meng Huai.
Just a word from Sister Wan, and you blindly followed… Sorry, if something happens to Sister Wan, I fear for my sister as well…
Jiang Yao shook off Liang Tai’s hand, expressionless as she headed toward the door.
“Xiao Yao, have you forgotten what Xiao Yan said? No matter the circumstances, you must stay with Sister Wan! You’re nearing a critical period; don’t allow yourself to bleed easily!”
At the door, Jiang Yao’s path was blocked by Zhao Peng, his expression stern.
Jiang Yao stopped, looking up at Zhao Peng’s face, remaining silent.
Zhao Peng instructed the group: “Gather necessary supplies and plan several evacuation directions according to the contingency plan.
Xiao Wen, Xiao Dong, you two are responsible for transporting Sister Wan and other key personnel. The escape routes on the back mountain are difficult, so be cautious. Xiao Yao will also leave with Sister Wan; I will hold back.”
Zhao Peng issued his orders with authority in front of everyone, with an undeniable tone.
Boom! Crash…
Recalling Zheng Shaolin, Xiao Ai rushed towards Zhao Peng, hugging his body tightly in tears.
Not good, something’s wrong with Sister Wan again!
At that moment, the medical monitoring equipment in the bedroom began to emit alarming sounds, causing Jiang Yan’s complexion to change.
“Xiao Dong, handle it using what Old Jiu taught you, and you have at most another fifteen minutes!”
Zhao Peng sighed, lightly touching the face of his fiancée, then turned to exit the room.
“I’ll stay back too. Xiao Dong and Xiao Ai, you two hurry.”
Watching the room in chaos, Jiang Yao sat on a nearby sofa with her gun in hand.
Dialing Jiang Yan’s phone again yielded the same response—it was still off. In frustration, Jiang Yao slammed her phone down.
The fallen device shattered on impact, and Jiang Yao’s expression turned grim.
Inside the bedroom, Xiao Dong and Xiao Ai were already engaged in a frantic operation to address the dormancy abnormalities, the incessant warnings from the medical monitoring equipment growing increasingly irritating and tense.
…
Jiang Yan’s dreams had never ceased, a series of bizarre visions unfolding.
Finally, her world of dreams shifted again; within the whirling white mist, she found herself lying on a soft bed, naked and embraced by Meng Huai.
In this world, no third party existed; only two dreamlike spirits were entangled without disturbance.
Meng Huai’s voice was gentle, yet his actions were rough; with her eyes closed, Jiang Yan felt her eyelashes flutter slightly as the heat radiated from her skin, even as his hands tugged, wandered, and caressed her body.
The unfamiliar and intangible sensations spread across her skin, drawing ecstasy, stimulation, and fear. Unable to suppress it, Jiang Yan emitted a soft moan.
“Meng Huai, I’m feeling a bit uncomfortable…”
A tingling sensation spread through her entire body, coupled with a dizziness akin to suffocation, making it hard for Jiang Yan to breathe. She could only endure the growing pressure of her heavy body, letting out faint gasps.
Unfortunately, Meng Huai beside her seemed like a projection copied from reality, offering no verbal responses other than increasingly reckless movements.
“Meng Huai, I really am feeling unwell…”
Her body writhed and twisted, Jiang Yan’s breathing quickening as her temperature climbed, with anxiety and desire emanating from the depths of her soul, expressing strong dissatisfaction with Meng Huai’s rough yet slow advances.
Suddenly, Jiang Yan felt his hands tighten around her neck, transforming her uncontrollable breaths into a horrific choking sensation.
“Meng Huai!”
In the dark bedroom, Jiang Yan jolted awake, her face flushed, gasping for air.
Gasping for breath, she was drenched in sweat.
If Yao Yan knew she had experienced a spring dream, the hormonal changes during her menstrual cycle, along with pelvic congestion, made her physical and emotional desires in the dream expand infinitely.
On the sofa side of the bed, Han Xiao was awake, and in just two seconds, she leapt up, lunging towards the awakening dark-haired girl on the bed.
Under the dim light from the window, Han Xiao’s expression showed extreme tension, as she revealed a special anesthetic syringe.
Just as the needle was about to touch Yao Yan’s skin, a delicate hand shot out like lightning, grabbing Han Xiao’s right hand like a vice.
“Where’s Meng Huai?”
Yao Yan turned her head, looking at the slightly familiar face with an exceptionally cold voice.
“You… how did you wake up early… this was specially for…”
Han Xiao trembled, both her body and voice, unable to fathom that the special anesthetic intended for the Grand Empress, spoke of by Han Jie, only lasted a few short hours.
“You are Han… Han Xiao.”
Yao Yan glanced at the syringe in Han Xiao’s hand and her white coat attire, instantly realizing, “Where is Meng Huai? Where has he gone?”
“He has something to do… and let me take care of you…”
Han Xiao did not provide a direct answer; her left hand stealthily wiped at her waist. Unfortunately, the pistol was on her right side, making her movement appear awkward.
As she was pulled by her upper body, she felt a sharp pain at the back of her neck, and Han Xiao fell unconscious.
At that moment, the door burst open, and two young men in security uniforms charged in.
Yao Yan’s eyes turned red, and her body bolt upright as she leapt from the bed, throwing Han Xiao’s body aside.
One crashed into the wall, stunning the beautiful Jia Jia and causing her to slump slowly down the wall; another, who suffered a blow to the abdomen from Yao Yan, convulsed on the floor, foaming at the mouth before quickly fainting.
The redness in Yao Yan’s eyes faded, and she vomited a mouthful of fresh blood, her entire body trembling in pain.
Though her mouth bled for less than two seconds, Yao Yan felt as if her bones were on fire, particularly her abdomen, feeling like something terrifying was drilling inside, frantically twisting.
Slowly moving to Han Xiao’s side, while feeling around, Yao Yan found her phone, only to realize it was indeed turned off.
Powering it on, the time showed 1:50 AM; a second later, over twenty text messages flooded in—all alerts from incoming calls, some from Yao Yan and others from Xiao Guo.
First, there were calls to Yao Yan’s number, but regretfully, notifications indicated the user was out of service or had turned off her phone.
“Hello, hello! Xiao Yan, you finally turned it on! I’m on my way; I’ll reach your house in about five minutes!”
While continuing to dial Xiao Guo’s number, before Yao Yan could speak, Xiao Guo’s anxious voice came through.
“What’s wrong?!” Yao Yan lowered her voice, struggling to haul a suitcase from the wardrobe. “Is it that Ni Jie and Xiao Jin are in trouble…”
“I don’t know; Liang Ge sent me to pick you up and move you to a safe location! The phone to the Hyacinth mountain villa also can’t get through; the communication tower must have been interfered with!”
Amidst Xiao Guo’s frantic honking, one could imagine how wildly she was driving.
“Don’t come directly… go, wait for me at the entrance to that nearby pedestrian street…”
Hanging up, Yao Yan began the difficult process of gathering her gear.
In the many mountain tunnels of Longquan, temporary traffic control had already begun. Each blockade was filled with heavily armed Dark Arrow personnel.
Over twenty armored special explosion-proof vehicles surged into a large resort villa in Longquan Mountain, breaking years of tranquility.
In the night sky adorned with tiny crescent moons, ten black utility transport helicopters circled above, and ten piercing beams of searchlights fell on the outer walls of the villa, creating massive white light circles that swept over the building.
In the air, knights from the blood clan of Dark Arrow, clad in full sealed black combat suits, descended from the helicopter’s winch. On the ground, groups of similarly outfitted Dark Arrow knights, operating as five-man units, raised specialized bulletproof shields to occupy advantageous positions, surrounding the main villa.
On top of the explosion-proof vehicles and the sides of the helicopters, heavy grenade launchers roared to life, sending tail smoke trailing as specialized grenades shattered the windows of the main villa, penetrating deep inside the building.
In just five minutes, the entire Hyacinth villa was completely surrounded by Dark Arrow forces.
At the command vehicle outside the perimeter, Hao Huai’s emotionless face slowly donned a full-sealed combat helmet, behind him, Han Jie was communicating with frontline dark guard troops.
Adjusting the front settings, a soft hissing sound indicated a pressure release, and inside his tightly sealed combat suit, the pressure was slightly higher than the outside world, effectively isolating him from everything.
Scattered gunfire echoed within the villa, as the interior and stairways saw Dark Arrow assault troops storming in from both directions, systematically clearing and compressing the operational space for the blood clan.
“Left corridor, twenty meters, three targets!”
Inside the sealed helmet, a comrade’s voice echoed, signaling Tao Qiao. Under the cover of a specialized bulletproof shield, an assault team member swiftly shot an expensive anesthetic gas grenade.
It was said that this type of ammunition was the latest emergency allocation from the headquarters, each costing as much as an imported off-road vehicle. Unlike previous blood clan anesthetic pellets or agents, inhaling a certain amount was enough to render blood clan knights and even barons incapacitated.
A pale white mist quickly spread in the cramped space, causing a thin, black figure to collapse to the ground, bloodstained.
“Sister Xiao Mei… Sister Xiao Mei…”
A blood servant cried out towards figures thousands of meters away, but her body was firmly held back by companions, retreating toward the staircase.
Hyacinth’s Xiaoqian panted heavily against the hallway wall, covered in a strong nylon mesh. Suddenly, two Dark Arrow warriors, fully encased in black combat suits, tackled Xiao Mei to the ground, injecting a narcotic into the young girl’s neck.
Boom!
Another resonant sound echoed down the hallway, as a large-caliber sniper round ricocheted off a specialized bulletproof shield, scattering sparks.
Not long after, a tall Dark Arrow soldier leapt up the stairs at an unbelievable speed, aiming a shotgun at the Hyacinth members.
In the eyes of the blood servant girl, the face of the sealed helmet appeared like a mountain, looming large against her retina.
With no bullets in the gun, the blood servant girl instinctively swung the weapon, but was instantly restrained by great hands, her body pushed backward until her back hit the wall, her palms barely holding her up.
The opposing strength was so immense that the little blood servant had never dreamed such a physical standard existed.
Inside the black-sealed helmet, Meng De’s expression showed no visible emotion.
The Hyacinth girl before him was someone he recognized; she was the same girl he had met with Jiang Yan when leaving, who had recently joined the Hyacinth group.
“No, you are all blood clan… you are that big brother, why…”
As the familiar aura entered her mind, the girl’s bright eyes remained determined, staring at the terrifying Dark Arrow warrior before her, stuttering with difficulty.
“Sister Xiao Sheng, hurry and leave…”
The gun hovered against her forehead, and the girl’s vision blurred, but she still weakly shouted toward the upper floor of the hallway.
A body collapsed nearby, and the girl’s body went limp, eventually curling up at Meng De’s feet.
Moments later, two soldiers from the black armor battalion approached, lifted the incapacitated blood servant girl, and sealed her in a black long box, just like the earlier scenario.
With cautious, pressured progression—though difficult—Hyacinth’s resistance space was wholly compressed, supported by the tightly organized bulletproof shields absorbing the firepower of the Hyacinth’s firearms.
Top-notch equipment, high discipline, trained combat tactics, and the inclusion of barons and numerous attendants from the blood dragon battalion rendered Hyacinth nearly defenseless except for the very few remaining like Jue Yue, helplessly watching as Dark Arrow, spearheaded by the blood dragon battalion, gradually eroded the entire villa.
Meng De’s gaze fell on the fiery dragon clothing panel inside his helmet, the time interval yawning open.
The operation had been underway for thirty full minutes, with over fifteen blood dragon attendants subdued, but those ranked knights or higher were still noticeably absent.
The last two floors were where Jue Yue’s private suite was located, uncertain if the assault team dropped from the rooftop had made it there.
“Boom!”
Just as Meng De lost focus for a moment, a slight explosion occurred inside the building, followed by a rapid barrage of gunfire sounding from the upper floors.
“Emergency situation, emergency situation, six casualties, someone is hurt! High-ranking blood clan members have appeared; stay clear!”
The orderly nature of communication fell apart, and the rhythm of battle shifted, suddenly becoming a bit chaotic.
Meng De, along with a significant number of blood dragon battalion personnel, felt a familiar sense of oppression, reminiscent of an out-of-control high-speed train rushing towards them.
An overwhelming wave of suffocation swept through the narrow corridor like a hurricane, with aftershocks registering kilometers beyond; many blood dragon personnel sensed weak bodily imbalances.
This was the effect of the injection-based blood serum administered to the entire blood dragon battalion; otherwise, at least half of them in the building would’ve lost combat ability under the Queen’s pheromone suppression.
All of it emanated from a direction above—the fort’s oppressive aura was akin to collapsing energy stars, tearing and crushing everything in its wake, sealing every access point astutely.
“All units retreat; do not approach that floor! Continue employing anesthetic rounds for suppression—she won’t hold out much longer!”
Commands from the slaughtering guard rang in the communicator, prompting Meng De to turn around, distancing himself from the staircase.
“Zheng De, you have fond feelings for Jiang Yan, don’t you… then in the future, you will also protect her sister, won’t you?!”
In his mind, Jiang Yan’s enticing, youthful, urgent but frail whispers echoed back to him, causing Meng De’s eyes to redden gradually as he slammed his fist against the corridor wall, breaking it apart.
Below the villa, in the command vehicle, Han Jie clasped his hands behind his head, coldly gazing at the electronic screen before him, showing a flurry of colorful information.
…
Over eight hundred meters away from the Hyacinth villa, hidden on a mountain peak, a few men clad in jungle digital camouflage were anxiously watching the valley estate surrounded by helicopters and armored vehicles through the dense foliage.
A knight from the King’s family lowered his binoculars, looking at the middle-aged man behind him, his voice trembling slightly: “Should we go in? There are too many Dark Arrow members… at least two operational teams, and also blood dragon battalion troops…”
King’s family’s Twelfth Brother, injured in the fight at the end of last month, could barely articulate his words, likely only to persist for a few more minutes.
Faced with the sudden mass assault from Dark Arrow, he had evidently lost the ability to respond.
“Going in will only lead to our demise. Everyone stay still; let’s quickly notify Old Fourth for help!”
With a sigh, King’s Twelfth Brother turned around and shook his head repeatedly.
