"Waaah..."
Before Yamakita Taro could even scream, he stumbled and fell to the ground, but struggled to his feet and continued running wildly, dragging his injured body, leaving a glaring trail of blood in the rain.
He had only run a few steps and hadn't even recovered from the shock of surviving the ordeal when the terrifying dragon's might pressed down on his back as if it were a physical force!
Yamakita Taro's body froze instantly!
He knew there was no escape.
Zhongzhou knew that there were many powerful people, but no one expected that this demon race would be so strong!
Not only did he have no chance of winning a fight, he couldn't even escape, which was his specialty.
Yamakita Taro suddenly turned around, ignoring the excruciating pain from his wounds, and knelt down in the mud, shouting hoarsely:
"I'll tell you! I'll tell you everything!"
He was willing to sell everything to survive!
For him, exchanging intelligence for his life was clearly worthwhile.
As long as he survives, with his ninjutsu, even if he is imprisoned, he will eventually escape.
"We are acting through General Zhongzhou..."
Yamakita Taro's voice stopped abruptly, the rest of his words stuck in his throat forever.
His eyes widened to their limit, filled with utter astonishment and bewilderment.
The dragon horn that pierced through Tianlong's body had already pierced through his body.
Why?
He had clearly given in and was about to give the answer the other party wanted.
Why did the other party attack so swiftly without even listening to a word?
Even if you wanted to kill him, wouldn't you have to listen to him finish his story and make your move only after he'd proven himself useless...?
With this deep question in mind, Yamakita Taro's consciousness gradually faded, and his body collapsed weakly forward.
Tianlong expressionlessly put away the Piercing Star Dragon Horn, as the heavy rain washed away the blood droplets.
He stood there for a long time without moving, letting the rain hit his face.
Tianlong already knew the answer in his heart.
However, he always held onto a sliver of hope that those people hadn't fallen so low.
The interrogation might simply be a way to hear these Japanese people confirm the ugly truth with their own ears, in order to shatter the last shred of unrealistic illusions in their hearts.
However, reality is always so cold and ugly.
General Zhongzhou, how dare you collude with the Japanese!
Unforgivable!
A boundless rage burned silently within the dragon's chest, more intense than any dragon's breath!
The sound of hurried footsteps came from afar.
A fully armed law enforcement team rushed to the scene as if facing a formidable enemy, following the sounds of battle and explosions.
When they saw the dark blue figure standing in the rain, their tense nerves instantly relaxed, replaced by boundless respect.
"It's Lord Tianlong!"
"Greetings, Your Excellency."
Everyone bowed in unison.
Tianlong nodded slightly, his cold gaze sweeping over the bloodstains and the mess left by the battle.
He didn't say a word, just gave a look, and then disappeared.
After Tianlong left, the law enforcement officers quickly went forward to check.
"They are Japanese!"
"Judging from his attire and weapons, he's a ninja."
"They're quite skilled; they actually managed to get into Jincheng."
"Even with such a deep infiltration, Lord Tianlong still managed to find and eliminate them instantly!"
The captain, with a serious expression, interrupted his subordinates' discussion: "Stop talking."
"Clean up the scene immediately! Collect and preserve all evidence!"
He was the first to crouch down, carefully examining the ninja's corpse and broken sword fragments, his eyes filled with shock.
Although Tianlong's strength was unfathomable, a chill also rose from the bottom of his heart.
How did these Japanese ninjas manage to infiltrate Jincheng so silently?
Jinlan Hub, the core area of Jincheng.
This is the central hub of Zhongzhou, known as the most unfathomable place.
If enemies want to enter this place, they must first defeat the Golden Sky Sword Immortal who guards it.
Therefore, there are no guards or ceremonial guards here, only the invisible pressure of time frozen in time.
The moment Tianlong appeared here, the person sitting behind the golden curtain in the Jinlanshu Hall seemed to have already known Tianlong's intentions.
As the dragon approached, a hand with distinct knuckles, imbued with the weight of countless years and power, casually set aside an open newspaper behind the curtain.
The newspaper pages were filled with glaring foreign scripts, and without exception, the front page headlines featured the hysterical roars of external forces:
[Protest! The Central Plains must immediately cease hostilities and stop the invasion!]
Zhongzhou must unconditionally return the Great Wall and compensate all parties for their losses.
[Strongly condemn! Central China is a global cancer, spreading death.]
[The Central Plains are the culprit behind the destruction of world peace; only by joining the Holy See can one find salvation!]
Since the three legions set out, Zhongzhou seemed to have become the enemy of the people overnight.
Various petty forces, incited by the Vatican, have been making a ruckus every day, launching meaningless "condemnations" and attacks with the most vicious words.
However, this clamor on paper was like the buzzing of mosquitoes, not even causing a ripple in the minds of the decision-makers in Zhongzhou.
They were even stingy with providing the most basic diplomatic responses.
Once the strategy is set, we will forge ahead without hesitation.
Only by completely pacifying the surrounding areas, clearing the world, and occupying the continent can Zhongzhou devote all its resources to the final battle against the Holy See.
These pronouncements on paper are nothing more than noise on the eve of the decisive battle.
When Tianlong arrived in front of the golden curtain that seemed to separate the two worlds, he paused slightly and bowed slightly to the person behind the curtain.
His bow was not submission, but an acknowledgment of a fundamental force that transcended worldly authority and sustained the survival of the Central Plains.
After the ceremony, Tianlong straightened up, his gaze sharp.
His gaze seemed to pierce through the heavy curtain, and without any pleasantries or preamble, he went straight to the point:
"I'm asking you, are you ready to take action?"
Within this Golden Pivot, only Tianlong dared to raise questions to the being behind the curtain in such a direct and almost interrogative tone.
No one else even has the right to step into the Golden Lan Shu.
A brief silence.
Only the incessant sound of rain outside broke the deathly silence.
"Can."
From behind the golden curtain, a voice came that was extremely calm and composed, without any discernible emotion.
With just two words, the answer was concise to the extreme.
This simple answer completely put Tianlong at ease.
The last trace of doubt in Tianlong's eyes vanished, replaced by a cold and resolute intent to kill.
This answer signifies the tacit approval of the highest will of Zhongzhou, meaning that he can act freely and thoroughly eliminate those parasites who collude with foreign enemies.
Only in this way can the situation be prevented from escalating to a more serious state.
There's still time.
Tianlong remained silent, nodded slightly to the curtain once more, and his figure vanished silently from Jinlan Shu.
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