Ironically, Hua Rong's openness also broadened his mind.

All this persistence over the years was actually unnecessary.

"Fine, I want a divorce! But I might have some trouble with my father."

Hua Rong said, "Leave this to me."

He restarted the car and headed towards the Yu residence.

Surely Old Master Yu wouldn't want to be related to a traitor by marriage, would he?

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"boom"

Hua Rong and Feng Xinsheng floated in the air, watching the bridge that had been destroyed by enemy fire.

Feng Xinsheng's face was filled with anger and murderous intent. He wished he could rush down immediately and blast those enemies into pieces.

But Hua Rong stopped him, her voice somewhat unsteady.

His face seemed to carry a hint of pity, but his eyes were perfectly clear.

She pointed ahead and said, "I told you a long time ago that this country was going to suffer a great calamity, and now it has come."

Feng Xinsheng then understood why Hua Rong had teleported him to the Guangbei Bridge, not far from Guangbei, in the middle of the night.

After he understood, his eyes lit up: "Young Marshal, I understand. These are the invaders, and this is the pain that the Chinese people must endure!"

Hua Rong nodded, looking at his own soldiers who had lost their lives because of this sudden invasion.

Watching the defensive line being pushed back step by step.

Seeing the officers who had been living a life of debauchery suddenly scramble to their feet, only to fall to the enemy's guns in the blink of an eye.

She didn't make a move from beginning to end.

She stood in the sky, looking down on this war waged by human greed.

Let's fight.

Let it bleed.

O soul of the people, it's time for you to awaken!