Chapter 139: Operation

"Back then, the Mu family was in hot pursuit. We were nearly caught several times. If it hadn't been for Aunt Cheng, my son and I would have lost our lives long ago." Mu Chengyao still felt a lingering fear as he recalled the harrowing events of that night.

"My mother?" Lu Yalan asked, surprised.

"Yes, Aunt Cheng is the savior of my son and me."

"So, you didn't marry me just to repay a debt, did you?" Lu Yalan asked, half-jokingly.

"Er..." At the beginning, that was indeed part of the reason.

Mu Chengyao hesitated slightly. Lu Yalan turned her head sharply, staring at him with eyes that seemed to be blazing with fire, conveying a fierce "if you say yes, I will kill you" warning.

Mu Chengyao paused. After a moment of thought, he decided to tell the truth, "Mother mentioned you—"

Johnson knew that Chuck’s troops were currently short on food and weapons, and Hank used the promise of supplying these as a condition to bring him here for an alliance. He agreed to acknowledge Hank’s leadership, and then the four of them signed a joint agreement to be submitted to the Department of Defense, intending for relevant officials to facilitate a promotion to lieutenant general, granting him full responsibility for the Eastern Theater.

As long as these remained, as long as the people remained, even if the Hidden Leaf Village were razed to the ground, another would rise in its place in no time.

"You... can you say something to me?" Huo Ling’s voice trembled, a clear testament to the fear in her heart.

"Sigh! If the people from the Four Great Chambers of Commerce find out the truth, I wonder if they will regret it so much they'll jump off a building!" Du Baichuan sighed.

Dongfang Yuechu knelt on the ground, gasping for air, his hands already numb.

"Execute!" Everyone present knew Old Ghost. Hearing this command from the old man, the garrison soldiers raised their hands expressionlessly and brought them down heavily.

"Shut up—" Xie Yun roared in a fit of hysterical rage. The bulging veins on his forehead showed just how maddened he was at the mere mention of Ning Yue's name.

"Him? A yellow-skinned devil? Is there really a need to seek his consent for something like this?" Hank responded with dissatisfaction.

Having said this, Lin Li walked out first. The crowd was stunned. Was this still the Lin Li they knew? He had actually... actually bitten his original body to death, abandoning the corpse without even a glance. And that icy, extreme gaze—was that the look a human should have?

The subordinate thought to himself: Of course I'm afraid. Even without weapons, when have we ever not been afraid of marauders? But since the boss had spoken, he signaled his nearby companions, picking up sticks, wooden boards, and bricks from the ground to prepare for battle.

Hearing this, Zhao Chi felt a warmth in his heart. He felt that hearing others praise Zhao Peng made him even happier than being praised himself.

A shadow darted past and finally landed in an open space. A mass of black mist gradually coalesced into form; a young man in purple, Gui You, suddenly appeared within the mist, his expression grave.

Long Wu, who had just returned from the gates of death, collapsed on the ground, utterly drained of all strength.

In an instant, Qin Chuan could no longer care about anything else. He leaped, channeling the very last of his true essence, and charged forward toward Luoyan Peak without a second thought.

"That was the last of the old guard I could mobilize. I was afraid that the Zhang family and the others..." At this point, Mu Ze paused, unable to continue, fearing that he might enrage Lin Yi.

Li Tianchen digested all of Xuan Li’s memories before leaving the secret chamber to find Qin Wan directly.

Following the command of Prince Peng Shen, the once dull and calm Heavenly Court suddenly sprang into action. Figures darted out from the various celestial palaces, converging toward the direction of the Jade Pool.

Just then, a figure slowly flew out from the island of Avalon. With a tall, majestic bearing and holding the sword of kings, it was none other than the world-renowned King Arthur, Arthur Pendragon.

In the days that followed, she would dream of her best friend, eyes rolled back, dying with her eyes wide open. Qian Jing had carried intense hatred to her grave.

Two of the prisoners whose names were called looked at each other timidly before walking over to their dying companion under the guard's cold stare. "Officer, he won't make it. Why don't you just throw him down the mountain? That way, he won't stink or dirty your nose."