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Staring at the two dark figures on the screen, the black dots transformed until they vanished, and Shangguan Wangyu's expression turned grim.
"Is this what you find interesting? How many mechs have we lost over the past three months? Was it worth it for such a result?"
Shangguan Wangyu spoke to Cao Ke with a hint of anger. He was not mourning for those external possessions or unrelated lives; he simply couldn't understand why Cao Ke had chosen to act this way.
Cao Ke sat far away in a chair, not even bothering to look at the final outcome, as he had already anticipated this result in his heart. Without surprise, there was no expectation.
Standing up, Cao Ke addressed Shangguan Wangyu, "Wasn't it you who wanted to play this game in the first place? Why do you think it's no longer fun now?"
Shangguan Wangyu thought about the recent troubles caused by Zhan Xingzi and felt displeased, remaining silent.
Cao Ke understood the prince's feelings well; Zhan Xingzi was their mutual companion, and they knew each other too well. However, the more they understood each other, the harder it became to deal with someone of similar abilities.
Cao Ke took a moment to calm himself before speaking words meant to soothe Shangguan Wangyu.
"You don't need to worry about Jufeng. Over these past three months, I've aimed for him to better understand the Suihuan Army and grow stronger because one day, when we meet on the battlefield, I don't want it to be an unfair victory."
Cao Ke's words were bold and filled with confidence, as if he had already accepted the outcome of death.
Hearing this, Shangguan Wangyu felt pleased because his confidence in Cao Ke was only slightly less than his confidence in himself.
As he stood to leave, Shangguan Wangyu still had to address the issues caused by Zhan Xingzi, leaving behind just one remark: "I look forward to that encounter."
Cao Ke fell silent at those words. After a long while, he thought of a woman and murmured softly, "You must be very happy now that you're in a place you like."
...
Jufeng and Vera hurried along without stopping, only pausing briefly in desolate areas to recharge. Even when they occasionally slept, it was inside the mech where they pressed an automatic button to rest.
The reason for their hurried pace was naturally the longing to return home, especially after enduring the relentless pursuit of the Suihuan Army along the way. The two soon arrived at the border of the Large Magellanic Cloud, which was also the area where the Suihuan Army's investigations were most concentrated.
At the border, the planet was not desolate. Jufeng and Vera did not rashly breach the Suihuan Army's defenses, as that would be akin to striking a rock with an egg. Instead, they turned to a wartime planet, waiting for an opportunity.
Upon entering the planet, they saw mechs flying in all directions, differing in models and belonging to various divisions. This sight was not new to them, yet it still filled them with awe.
In times of peace and prosperity, one could hardly imagine that in a corner of the world, in the same space-time, such chaos could exist.
The first time they encountered Hua Cheng, the scene was strikingly similar to now; there were still people undergoing inspections. Unfortunately, they would never experience that kind of serendipity again.
Because this time, they were destined to face enemies.
The inspection passed quickly, and Jufeng and Vera landed smoothly, parking their mech. Finally, they could settle down and eat something.
The border could not completely prohibit passage; many commercial and civil matters needed to be conducted. Thus, only rough regulations could be established, such as allowing passage every three hours while accepting the Suihuan Army's maintenance of order.
Since it was indeed a three-hour interval, Jufeng and Vera could simply wait peacefully.
Walking through the streets felt like a return to their initial days when they first came to the Large Magellanic Cloud to deal with terrorist issues. The scene was so reminiscent that it inevitably stirred emotions.
Vera linked her arm with Jufeng's, her tied-up hair swaying rhythmically with each step. When standing close together, she seemed to revert to a girl’s innocent nature.
All of this stemmed from contentment—contentment brought by Jufeng's sense of security.
Years later, similar scenes would unfold again. Most importantly, he would always be by her side—the one she could rely on.
"Wind, will we still be walking here like this after eight years?"
Vera's question seemed casual but revealed many truths about life—whether true love could withstand the test of time and whether justice would ultimately yield good results.
Jufeng understood Vera's meaning; it held many implications, yet only one outcome.
He leaned closer to her and whispered, "Why think about what will happen after Eight Years? Why not enjoy every moment until then, and together we can witness the answers to today's questions?"
Every moment spent together over these Eight Years was a promise, more beautiful than any vows exchanged.
The two walked along until they found a restaurant with the name "Warring States Smoke" displayed prominently.
Jufeng thought the place had a certain charm, so he took Vera inside to try it out. After all, people are still human; regardless of their Crimson Rank or martial prowess, they cannot escape the basic needs of life. The saying goes, "Man is iron, rice is steel," and this truth remains unchanged until death.
"Warring States Smoke" was bustling with patrons, and Jufeng and Vera had to wait a moment before being shown to a private booth. Romain had no particular demands regarding food or seating, but since this was their first real date, he wanted it to be peaceful and serene.
Once seated, he casually ordered a few dishes. When the food arrived, he realized that the restaurant's name was far more impressive than the actual offerings; the meals were rather lackluster. In a war-torn region, it seemed the owner was content with first-time customers rather than striving for repeat business.
However, if the food was merely mediocre, that would be one thing. But as they neared the end of their meal, Jufeng suddenly raised an eyebrow.
Vera, who had been focused on her food, keenly noticed Romain's change in demeanor. She looked up, paused her chopsticks mid-air, and turned her gaze toward him.
Romain smiled reassuringly at Vera before glancing at the staircase behind them and giving her a subtle signal.
Understanding his intent immediately from his look, Vera nodded slightly and watched as Romain formed three words with his lips without making a sound.
It was a simple three-word phrase with decreasing strokes; although no sound escaped his mouth, Vera understood perfectly.
"Three, two, one."
As Romain completed the shape for "one," Vera turned swiftly and leaped up the stairs.
Meanwhile, Romain lifted the entire table below him.
The sudden movement seemed to startle the diners nearby, but it was clear that many were not surprised at all.
They stood up, pulled out guns from their pockets, and began shooting at Jufeng and Vera.
It was methodical.
Unfortunately, the bullets did not find their targets and instead struck the table that had been thrown at them.
Gunner ducked for cover, while the surrounding diners also sought refuge; the former dodged the table, while the latter naturally avoided the bullets.
Once the table hit the ground, Gunner realized that Jufeng and Vera were no longer in sight on the first floor.
(To be continued)
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