The base was in chaos, and manpower was in dire need everywhere. Feng Wei was temporarily assigned to the team rescuing the wounded.
He used to be very enthusiastic whenever he received a task, but now he can't muster any energy for anything.
When his comrades asked him if he was feeling unwell, Feng Wei gave a vague and perfunctory answer.
He was incredibly confused, unwilling to let his passion be exploited by hypocritical politicians, yet he didn't know what to do after leaving the army.
The battle at sea was raging, with gunfire, flashes of light, and explosions turning the night sky red.
Everyone was racing against time; shouts, footsteps, and all sorts of noises mingled together in a chaotic and hurried atmosphere.
Feng Wei and his comrades carried the bodies onto the flatbed truck. Their attention was drawn to the fierce naval battle, and they didn't notice that the bodies they were moving were completely free of blood.
Feng Wei noticed, but he remained silent. Whether he was dead or alive, or how he died, was none of his business.
Just after they finished clearing the bodies off the shore, a major called them aboard to rescue the wounded who had fallen into the sea.
Bullets have no eyes. Feng Wei didn't want to go. He wasn't afraid of death, but he didn't want to die in a meaningless way.
Looking at the busy soldiers around him, and then at the burning wreckage and the people floating and struggling, waiting for rescue in the distance, he reluctantly climbed onto the boat under orders.
The Bai family and the Mei family, each leading their own political groups, stood at opposite ends, like two giant beasts facing each other.
Bullets whistled through the air, and Feng Wei stood helplessly caught in the middle, his figure small and lonely.
A shell exploded nearby, causing the ship to rock violently. Feng Wei gripped the railing tightly, struggling to steady himself, his gaze drawn to the bloody hand bobbing up and down in the sea.
He recognized the owner of the hand: He Guiqi, the deputy company commander of the plantation, and the grandson of the He family, once the richest family in Kyoto.
A flash of inspiration struck him, and without thinking twice, Feng Wei jumped down.
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A dark and cramped underground passage.
Without hesitation, Zuo Ling raised his pistol, aimed at Liu Bao'er, and pulled the trigger.
At the critical moment, with a clang, a heavy iron gate fell from the sky. The bullet struck the gate, and the spent casings bounced off the iron fence, producing a series of crisp, ear-piercing clanging sounds.
The main gate blocked the side with lights out, plunging the tunnel into complete darkness.
Startled, Pei's mother let out a series of alarming "uh-uh" sounds.
Pei Nansheng quickly and gently comforted him, "It's alright, it's okay, it's alright."
Zuo Ling casually pulled out a lantern and threw it on the ground, instantly illuminating the cramped space as if it were daytime.
"Hahahaha... This tunnel was specially built for you, how could I not have taken any precautions? Hahahaha..."
Liu Bao'er was extremely pleased with herself, and her laughter was incredibly hearty.
"Zuo Ling, I know you have spatial abilities, but you can't just disappear into thin air. You can't just reappear where you disappeared, right?"
Zuo Ling remained silent.
Liu Bao'er didn't point at Zuo Ling to answer, but continued:
"My setup can't be broken without heavy weapons, but if you dare use heavy firepower, hehe! The entire mountain will... bang, collapse! Hahaha... If you don't believe me, you can try it. Imagine millions of pounds of rocks pressing down on you, the feeling must be quite wonderful, hahaha..."
Liu Bao'er seemed eager to see that magnificent scene.
"If you don't have the guts, then you can just stay inside quietly, hahahaha..."
The laughter faded into the distance.
Zuo Ling and Pei Nansheng exchanged a glance. Liu Bao'er naturally couldn't let them stay locked up here; he probably wasn't ready to make a move right now.
With the space at their disposal, the two were not flustered. The most important thing at the moment was Pei's mother's illness.
She flashed into the space and first gave Pei's mother some water from the space well. Then she used her supernatural power to slowly nourish Pei's mother's body, but it was like pouring water on sand, with no effect whatsoever.
Pei Nansheng's eyes reddened.
"Let me wash your aunt up. She'll feel better if she feels more comfortable."
A single sentence reminded Pei Nansheng, and he carried his mother to the bathroom, personally washing her hair. After washing, he asked Zuo Ling to help him wash her body.
Pei's mother was too thin, and Zuo Ling was afraid that if she used too much force, she would break her. After finally washing her, she was covered in sweat.
Upon arriving at the new place, Pei's mother was initially nervous, but the bright and clean environment made her feel much more comfortable. As she gradually relaxed, tears welled up in her eyes, which saddened Pei Nansheng once again.
For three consecutive days, Pei Nansheng stayed by his mother's side without leaving her side.
Zuo Ling took over all the cooking and soup-making work, preparing things suitable for Pei's mother to eat every day. Pei's mother's eyes became clearer day by day, but she became weaker.
That day, Pei Nansheng was feeding his mother porridge when his mother's eyes were fixed on him. Suddenly, she said in a hoarse voice, "Sheng... son."
Her voice was hoarse and unpleasant, but her pronunciation was very accurate.
Pei Nansheng was stunned; time seemed to stand still.
“Sheng’er, you are… Sheng’er.”
Pei's mother repeated it again with difficulty.
A blush rose on her previously bloodless face, and her trembling hand reached out to Pei Nansheng—this was the son she had longed for day and night!
Pei Nansheng, tears streaming down his face, tightly grasped his mother's hand, "Mom... yes, it's me, I'm your son, you've finally woken up."
Zuo Ling, carrying the freshly cooked chicken soup, saw this scene and silently withdrew.
Pei's mother was filled with tears, but she couldn't shed a few. She gently exhaled, and the long-standing concern in her heart finally came to fruition. With her last bit of strength, she gently stroked Pei Nansheng's cheek, as if to pass on all her love and warmth to him.
"Good, good, my son, good!"
His hand slowly fell, and his eyes gradually dimmed.
"mom!"
He was his mother's greatest worry. Now that she had found her son, she could finally let go of her obsession and leave in peace. Pei Nansheng burst into tears.
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