Chapter 214: Facing Yet Another New Challenge

Kenji Toihara lay in ambush at the Harbin armory, only to be met with emptiness.

In the early hours of the morning, when the Kwantung Army’s Harbin garrison and the intelligence agency each received distress calls from the Kamo unit stationed by the Bei Yin River and hurried over, all they found was a blazing inferno.

Toihara stared at the towering flames before him, unable to fathom who their opponent was—striking east while feinting west, then reversing the tactic entirely.

The crucial question was: how did they even know this place?

“Chief of the agency, according to—”

On the mountainside, beneath the high moon and gentle breeze, shadows of trees flickered. A solitary streetlamp stood ten meters away, its light isolated. The air here was crisp and serene, evoking the same feeling Aya had seen in a television program introducing scenic spots.

But after the update, pressing the confirm key brought all the data instantly, in less than half a second.

With this realization, Lu Fei suddenly understood everything. A trace of blood stained his lips as he scrambled to his feet.

“Bring the person over.” Andreas waved his hand, and several soldiers escorted a man bound hand and foot from the front of the formation.

“There’s nowhere else to go. It would be impolite to trouble Zhao Liang, wouldn’t it? He’s just starting to get along well with your master, and asking him to help protect me would be shameless,” she said.

“I never put on airs with any of my disciples or their subordinates, because we are family. To me, you are like my children, needing my care and protection,” the lecherous old man said gently.

In this battle, Li Bin displayed extraordinary prowess, defeating two of the world’s top masters consecutively in a spectacular victory. All present admired him deeply. No one dared provoke Li Bin or the Futu Sect anymore. Li Bin’s single battle earned him universal respect.

Nearby, Xu He and the others watched this scene with both shock and anger. Even now, they still couldn’t grasp what Lu Fei’s earlier words truly meant.

Li Bin said little, removed the purple silk pouch from his shoulder, opened it, and took out ten silver notes, handing them to the stunned Zhu Wangsang.

In less than a short incense’s time, the rebellious seven or eight thousand troops stationed in Lingnan had all withdrawn from Guangzhou city and returned to their barracks. Their swift retreat showed that these soldiers lacked true fighting spirit or intent; most had been coerced by Murong Ge.

The crown prince swallowed nervously and asked Guo Yan, “Sir, please share your plan first.” He was still dizzy and wanted to hear Guo Yan’s three strategies.

They flew above Morovoi, apparently heading toward the outskirts of Morovoi city. Norin wanted to ask something but didn’t know where to begin.

“Old Master Song, please tell me, what exactly happened here?” Yang Shu asked anxiously.

Yet in her heart, she greatly admired that the Lord of the Main God remained unshakable no matter the time or place.

At that moment, even Nan Ge couldn’t help but glance backward. After confirming no one was there, he finally relaxed.

She suddenly stopped in her tracks, spun around, and rushed toward the man. With a forceful shove, she pushed him into the office, stood on tiptoe, and wrapped her arms around his neck just as he bent over, caught off guard.

“Your Majesty, please leave quickly. Don’t stay in the main hall. I am always distracted when you’re here,” Xiao Wanci said weakly.

Gazing at the candlelight in the research room, Norin decided to try the method she had used earlier today once more, to see if her perception still worked.

Heaven itself seemed to be aiding her. The nobleman dressed beside Quan Ronglian suddenly grasped her hand, and she even captured a few ‘tender’ glances between them.

“What? Impossible. How can the dead come back to life? And someone who’s been dead for over ten days?” Shewen exclaimed in shock.

“Shut up.” Unexpectedly, Zhong Mushan’s kind persuasion not only failed to win Shen Shuiji’s gratitude but only further infuriated him.

“What about the other senior brothers and the Grand Elders?” Liu Chan nodded as he listened to Ronnan Yang’s arrangements, then continued questioning the sect leader.