High above, the helicopters are all combat machines of Bai Mingyin’s Military Departnt.
At this mont, an internal conflict broke out.
Several Special Execution Team mbers quickly surrounded Xiao Hongdao, protecting him as they retreated towards the bungalow.
These Special Execution Team mbers are all trusted aides of Xiao Hongdao at the Ducal Residence. One of them whispered, "Sir, there’s an air raid tunnel in the arms area. Commander Bai’s troops will be here soon."
Seated in a wheelchair, Xiao Hongdao calmly gave orders, "Tell Bai Mingyin, leave no survivors."
"Rest assured, the area around Liao Mountain is completely cordoned off. They won’t get out."
Xiao Hongdao and over a dozen team mbers evacuated to the underground elevator. As the bulletproof door closed and the elevator gradually descended, he frowned and looked at Yin Zhihong, "You still haven’t found Li Qiao?"
Yin Zhihong shook his head, "Li Qiao is cunning; she might have already escaped."
Just then, the door opened, and a cool, clear voice ca in with the breeze, "Looking for ?"
Outside the door, in the dark and quiet air raid corridor, Li Qiao stood right in the middle, the light from the elevator casting a golden glow on her.
With the constant upheavals, the furrow between Xiao Hongdao’s eyebrows deepened like a sharp sword etched into his brow and eyes.
But, with profound insight and experience, even amidst inner anxiety, he could instantly calm himself.
"You’re finally here."
The rear of the air raid corridor was pitch black, and Li Qiao stood against the light, one hand in her pocket, expression indifferent, "Where is my family?"
"If you want to know..." Xiao Hongdao narrowed his eyes and waved his hand lightly, "Follow ."
Two trusted aides stepped forward to seize her, Li Qiao remained motionless, letting them grip her arm.
Li Qiao didn’t struggle at all and cooperated as they led her down the air raid corridor, "Aren’t you curious, Old Mr. Xiao, why I’m here?"
"You’ve lived in Liao Mountain; if you don’t have at least this capability, how can you contend with ?"
Li Qiao gave a light, carefree smile, "You do know quite well."
Xiao Hongdao glanced sideways at her, "It’s not only Shang Zonghai who can play the ga of knowing one’s opponent."
...
On the other side, chaos reigned in the outer periter of the arms area.
Bo Tingxiao was still entangled in combat with Zuo Tang, but strangely, neither was injured, while nurous mbers of the Execution Team lay at their feet.
So dead, so wounded, most severely injured.
Although Zuo Tang lost her left leg, the tal prosthesis beca her most advantageous weapon.
At this point, the four brothers had already risen from their lazy chairs. Not far away, two helicopters had crashed, while the remaining three hovered slowly to land.
Zuo Xuan was the first to jump from the cabin door, striding quickly to Shang Yu, nodding as he reported, "Leader, the stationed camp is already in chaos. Elder Tan just called, asking us to evacuate first. He’ll send people to handle the aftermath."
Shang Yu stood with his hands in his pockets, silently gazing at the helicopter behind Zuo Xuan, watching as Shang Zonghai descended the stairs. The man strode over, his voice extrely deep, "Where’s Qiaoqiao?"
Shang Zonghai looked deeply at him, then turned to Wei Ang and said, "Personally escort the Crown Prince back to the British Imperial."
"No need." Inside the cabin, Old George deftly removed his noise-cancelling headset, "I’ll go with you, if only to witness."
Shang Zonghai, dressed in dark grey Tang attire, exuded an extraordinary aura, casting a sideways glance at Old George, with a playful and teasing tone, "Just escaped death, if sothing happens next, don’t expect to spare attention to you."
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