It's not good to put freshly made hot soup directly into the refrigerator.

Kwong took it out again and put it on the refrigerator.

Hearing a knock at the door, he pulled it open.

It was Song Yuanchao, a dark-skinned man with a bald head. He looked around and asked in a low voice, "Is Madam not here?"

He was in charge of keeping an eye on the group of foreign aid from Kowloon. Suddenly, he couldn't find Chen Rou anymore, and he panicked. So he went up to the boat to check, but she wasn't there. He panicked even more when Kuang Zai comforted him: "She just went out with Captain Yue."

Song Yuanchao raised his voice: "Since you knew, why didn't you stop it?"

Kuang choked, thinking to himself, "Even the boss couldn't stop me, how could he?"

Nie Zhao turned around upon hearing this and said, "Go do your own thing. Arou knows what she's doing."

At this time, Chen Ke was unaware of the situation, while Song Yuanchao, though unsure why his boss wasn't in a hurry, was extremely anxious.

He couldn't help but say, "We had agreed beforehand that my wife would be in charge of the airspace. I thought that would be safer, but somehow she suddenly changed her mind. But close combat is much more dangerous than air combat."

Nie Zhao was unaware of this information beforehand; he didn't even know that his wife could fly fighter jets.

People of Song Yuanchao's generation had no concept of radiation in their daily lives.

But Nie Zhao, an expert with so much experience in raising children, and after seeing Chen Rou reading magazines about fighter jets every day a few days ago, immediately understood that she was afraid of radiation harming the baby, so she abandoned air combat and chose close combat.

With a sigh of relief, Nie Zhao wondered where his wife was and what she was doing. His heart was pounding in his chest.

...

As Yue Zhongqi exclaimed "Holy crap!", Hu Yong also said, "Thank goodness there's no drinking water here!"

The island was lush with greenery, and the yacht was small and lightweight, making it easy for them to hide. They landed on the island with ease.

But upon closer inspection, it was truly eye-opening.

The rocks on this small island are of questionable quality; they are sulfurous rocks, so there is a faint smell of sulfur in the air. The water is also undrinkable. However, because one side of the island is a towering cliff, it is not only easy to defend but also difficult to attack. Moreover, it has been a pirate stronghold for many years. On this small island, every place that can be reached is a stone-built sentry post. In addition, the island is surrounded by a 360-degree circle, and there is only one acute angle of about 90 degrees that can be reached.

It can be described as a truly natural fortress, a place where one man can hold off ten thousand.

Yue Zhongqi was walking in front and was continuing to walk forward, but suddenly a bird called out. Chen Rou slapped Yue Zhongqi, and he understood, and he and Hu Yong both fell down.

A moment later, a rustling sound came from the woods. The three of them looked up and saw a thin young man with a dreadlocked braid swinging from a branch. With a whoosh, a bird fell to the ground. The man jumped down from a height of about three meters, rolled on the spot, picked up the bird, looked around, and ran off.

Yue Zhongqi and the others were still lying down. He said, "This is like Tarzan, it runs fast and isn't afraid of falling."

Hu Yong said, "Fortunately, that bird reminded us."

But Chen Rou said, "It's not a bird, it's a Russian guy. Haven't you heard birds chirp and stick out their tongues?"

Hu Yong was startled, and Yue Zhongqi thought back: "It really is Brother Mao. I didn't realize he was so clever."

The three of them got up and followed the path that the dreadlocks guy had taken. They saw that every few steps there was a shooting post made of stones and sand, hidden in the woods on the hillside, making it extremely difficult for even a reconnaissance aircraft to spot.

Suddenly, all three of them stopped at the same time and bent down.

The dark-skinned man with dreadlocks knelt down in front of a stone tower, muttering incantations, presumably in prayer. After finishing his prayers, he placed the birds he had hunted in front of the tower, kowtowed three times, and then stood up. It seemed he was quite superstitious; he must have been worshipping a Bodhisattva.

After getting up, he paused for a moment, then continued walking forward.

Further ahead should be Gui Tou Chang's headquarters. He gestured for Hu Yong to wait there, while Yue Zhongqi and Chen Rou continued walking forward. After walking about a few hundred meters, they both stopped again.

Because further ahead, there is a castle-like structure built entirely of stone, nestled against the mountain and surrounded by forest.

There were sentry posts everywhere, and each sentry post was manned by dark-skinned, skinny young men.

Yue Zhongqi exchanged a glance with Chen Rou and quietly uttered three words: "Qiu Shaoyun!"

Back then, the reason Qiu Shaoyun blew up Diaobao was because it was easy to defend and difficult to attack. This small island was a natural bunker, but there was a small bunker inside. If it weren't for the lack of drinking water, it would be a natural military stronghold. Of course, they couldn't go any further because there were nearly forty machine gun muzzles that could be counted. If they were discovered, they would be riddled with bullets.

Yue Zhongqi only turned around for a split second, but Chen Rou suddenly pulled him: "Run!"

She turned and ran, disappearing in the blink of an eye. Yue Zhongqi heard a shush, and with a whoosh, he tilted his head. Something he didn't know whizzed past his ear. Although there were no footsteps behind him, the trees rustled.

He already understood, of course, that Tarzan-like guy with dreadlocks had come after him.

Moreover, they were just running, while others were swinging on tree branches through the woods. Chen Rou was running in an S-shape ahead, and he understood what was going on, so he did the same. But Hu Yong didn't understand what was going on. Seeing Chen Rou run, he ran too, but he didn't have the awareness to dodge. So, with a whoosh, he heard something pierce his back.

He instinctively slowed down a step, and Yue Zhongqi grabbed him with his elbow and dragged him along as they continued running.

But their movements had slowed down noticeably. Chen Rou leaped over a stone wall, lay down, and took aim.

Firing now would be bad, as it would alert the enemy, but if they didn't fire, they wouldn't know what kind of poison the Nanyang people were using. Hu Yong had already been poisoned, and if Yue Zhongqi were to be poisoned as well, they would lose two men.

But just as she was about to fire her gun at the dreadlocked guy swinging over with a tree branch, she yelled "Holy crap!" again.

Bald, wearing sunglasses, a military green T-shirt, and a slightly protruding belly, it was the Russian guy. Suddenly, he leaped up from the ground, grabbed the guy with dreadlocks, and pulled him down from the air. A rough, hairy hand covered the guy's mouth and rubbed it a few times. With the other hand, he snapped the guy's head to the side, his eyes bulging. Clearly, he couldn't believe that someone as nimble as him, as agile as a monkey, could be strangled to death.

Chen Rou helped Yue Zhongqi help Hu Yong onto the yacht. She was about to cut Hu Yong's clothes with a dagger when someone lifted her up with one hand. It was really just lifting. A large hand gripped her waist, and with a turn, she was put aside.

With another push, like pushing a chick, he pushed Yue Zhongqi away, and Maozi took a big gulp.

Chen Rou then turned and went into the cockpit. As soon as she started the yacht, she heard a spitting sound. It was the Russian guy spitting poison.