Back then, the rebel leader was actually captured by Second Brother and his n!
"That woman..." Kaka hesitated for a mont, then finally revealed a bloodthirsty smile. "I heard she’s arrogant. Good, I like arrogant won."
Burbank: "..." Your Majesty, your tastes sure are... intense.
However, Kaka’s next words perfectly confird that his nickna "The Tyrant" was definitely not baseless slander from Western journalists. His title was undoubtedly earned through sheer capability.
"Throw her into the troops’ labor camp."
"Yes!" Burbank didn’t waste a single minute and imdiately ordered soone to execute the command.
*****
"Captain, The Great Devil is here." A soldier in camouflage excitedly pointed at Huo Beijiang, who was striding quickly through the isolation zone.
During this operation, everyone had their own codenas. Huo Beijiang’s was decided unanimously by his subordinates, and everyone tacitly agreed on calling him "The Great Devil."
Lei Hao stood at the front of the truck, his rugged features darkened by at least two tones from the war, and his hair had grown noticeably longer. But compared to Huo Beijiang, he still seed lacking by a long shot. He rubbed his chin while glancing at the small ponytail tied at the back of Huo Beijiang’s head, and nearly burst out laughing.
It looked odd, but it was undeniably unique—pretty cool, actually!
"Captain, why does The Great Devil seem more and more like a rogue?" Soone leaned close to Lei Hao and whispered.
"Yeah! He looks more like a rcenary than the rcenaries themselves."
"Why don’t you just say he looks like the rebel leader?" Lei Hao retorted irritably.
"Honestly... his aura really does feel like it."
While they chatted, Huo Beijiang had already approached. From a distance, he gestured for the guards at the gate to let Lei Hao’s truck through.
"Good work." Huo Beijiang reached into his pocket, pulled out a pack of cigarettes, and tossed it to Lei Hao.
Lei Hao grinned, took a cigarette, lit it, and handed the rest to his n.
"How was the journey? No major troubles, I hope?"
"Don’t worry. No matter how much trouble there was, we dealt with it."
"Good!"
"Where are the rescued people? Take us to them."
"Lu Jin will lead the way."
"Yes!"
From the isolation fence outside the city to the refugee camp inside, driving there still took more than half an hour. In this short distance, there were over a dozen checkpoints, each heavily ard to the teeth. Lei Hao and Huo Beijiang sat side by side in the truck’s rear, silently committing everything they saw along the way to mory.
"You know the Tyrant?" Lei Hao asked probingly.
Along the road, the attitude of the checkpoint guards towards Huo Beijiang was almost akin to worshiping a god. This wasn’t a rescue mission—it felt more like strolling through one’s private backyard garden. Lei Hao had always known Huo Beijiang was formidable, but what he saw today still exceeded anything he’d imagined.
What was supposed to be a brutal battle now felt like a casual family visit, with the other party being especially respectful and accommodating.
The other mbers of the Owl Dragon Team had also picked up on the odd atmosphere. Conversations that had been buzzing just monts earlier abruptly ceased, leaving heavy silence in the air that seed to tighten like a noose.
Huo Beijiang casually flicked ash off his cigarette. "Yes, I know him."
"Did you et him during those years you disappeared?" Lei Hao pressed further. He had always kept tabs on Huo Beijiang, even during those mysterious years when...
"What? Are you suspecting ?" Huo Beijiang cocked his head, his expression a mix of amusent and nace as he eyed Lei Hao. His smile carried a dangerous edge. "You punk, have you forgotten who’s the boss of this operation? Looks like you’re itching to challenge the heavens."
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