Chapter 404: Teamwork

"Yes sir!" Li Chang'an saluted once more, his voice ringing out like a clarion.

"However, Captain Zhao, I have one more request," Li Chang'an added immediately after.

"Oh? And what might that be?" Zhao Yi inquired, a glint of genuine interest in his eyes.

"I ask that the other brothers of the 42nd Regiment also be given the chance to join the Dawn," Li Chang'an said with solemn earnestness. "They are the finest warriors, and I know they, too, would serve the Dawn well."

Zhao

It had been no small feat that Qin Fan, out of deference to the Ancestor's personal intervention, had agreed to hand over the Ebola vaccine to them at last.

Yu Qingqing stared at Fu Shaohan’s smile, which felt like a mockery aimed directly at her, sending a prickle of resentment through her heart.

"So, are you coming or not? Because if you aren't, I'm leaving!" Bai Ling pressed, her eyes locked onto Yue Zifeng.

She had once wagered with Gong Shaoqian that he would be the first to propose, yet in the end, she had been unable to help herself, wishing only to surprise him on his birthday.

Thus, whenever Huo Yanshen returned for dinner, Yang Chunyan would prepare a few extra dishes; when he did not, she would carefully deliberate, ensuring the food brought to the table remained respectable without being wasteful, leaving no scrap behind.

The hidden guards did not show themselves, leading Bai Ling to suspect they were either hunting down the archer's position or had encountered some mortal peril.

Chen Xiaoxiao remained silent; he was well aware of the ancient legends surrounding the Sect of Power, a curse born of antiquity, yet he could not fathom how it connected to Chenguang's obsession with the Tianquan Orb.

Duan Jiang nodded, moving with Du Feng in wary tandem toward the Taoist temple, which lay silent upon the hills under the moonlit night; the faint, amber light flickering within seemed utterly helpless against the dark, as the midsummer cicadas and crickets waged a desperate battle of song.

Mere seconds after Bai Fei emerged, the mirror behind him flickered to life to display his score: six hundred and seventy points, achieved after enduring two minutes and five seconds within the Illusionary Void.

The Yanhuang clan of the present day, whether by virtue of their bloodline inheritance or their innate talents, reigned supreme among the various tribes.

He knew well that General Vermilion possessed a temperament as fierce as raging fire, and that killing Hu Zhen in a fit of fury was well within his nature.

As for Qin Feng, he bypassed the medical academy entirely and went straight to the clinic, where Hu Zhou rushed out to greet him joyfully, announcing that his young master had finally awakened.

Anyone else in his position would likely have flushed crimson, unable to lift their head beneath the mutual teasing of two high-ranking leaders, but Tang Ka was cut from a different cloth; having witnessed such spectacles many times before, it failed to move him in the slightest.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" Orbs of brilliant fire burst forth in furious succession, like fireworks blooming against a snowy sky, so dazzling they nearly blinded the beholder.

Meanwhile, Xiangsuan returned to her chambers to change her attire, disguising herself as a handsome young youth; taking Baiguo, Huzi, and Heiwa along, she ordered Lu San to summon a few guards before boarding the carriage with her three older brothers, bound for Qingyang Street.

"Hey, hey, hey... if it hadn't been for me back then, you'd have perished at the hands of that nine-headed serpent by now," Shen Fan countered.

Only then did he truly understand why, in the old American blockbusters, the Governor always crouched with his heels lifted, balancing solely on his toes; it was not for the sake of looking stylish, but because he simply could not squat down—no wonder Americans favored sitting toilets, not out of advancement, but because the squatting variety was physically beyond them.

And so it was: the more someone insisted they were merely drinking to keep you company, the more they actually desired a drink themselves; and the more they claimed they could not hold their liquor, the more astonishing their tolerance usually proved to be.

This victory was entirely unrepeatable and fraught with variables, yet Gao Shuai never allowed his anxiety to show from beginning to end, for he was the very bedrock of the secondary sex's confidence, and any hesitation on his part would have derailed the entire battlefield.

Yet, the moment he thought of his most beloved tenth younger sister—who, because of the endless struggle for the Star Tower, or perhaps some other design, had fallen into the clutches of the black dragon within the Dark Sea of the Realm of Darkness and met her demise—he wished nothing more than to charge into that shadowed land this instant and tear that black dragon into ten thousand pieces.