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One of the mechs split off to block Jufeng, while the other continued to flee towards the edge.
The suddenly decelerating mech immediately switched to wielding two Thermal Swords in mid-air. The flames roared, clinging to the special metal without leaking a hint of danger.
Jufeng narrowed his eyes, realizing that this last line of defense was different from the previous Baggage. Although it still fell within the realm of Azure Level, it seemed far more formidable than the usual upper tier of Azure Level. It was possible that it had one foot in the Crimson Rank territory.
However, the situation was dire. The Flower Boss was about to escape the planet's confines. The air currents in their current space were extremely unstable, making control of the mechs even more Harsh. A moment's inattention could lead to perilous consequences.
As the approaching mech drew nearer, Jufeng suddenly charged forward, retracting his Thermal Swords as if he were a bare-skinned maiden lunging at a fearsome brute, with results that were too terrifying to face directly.
The Terrorist hovering between Azure Level and Crimson Rank was indeed what Jufeng expected—a reliable ally for the Flower Boss, who had earned significant accolades over several years of wandering. Even a newly promoted Red-Class Mecha Pilot might struggle to defeat him. Yet, seeing Jufeng act like a moth drawn to flame startled him. Time, however, did not allow for further contemplation; he could only rely on instinctive combat judgment and ready his weapon.
The rolling heat of the Thermal Sword swept past Jufeng's face and chest, its scorching breath even heating the metal exterior. Fortunately, it did not truly harm Jufeng.
Thus, like an octopus, Jufeng maneuvered around his opponent, deftly approaching the back of the Terrorist.
Mechs have limited visibility as combat weapons and do not always operate their Radar. When the 360-degree monitoring system is off, they are vulnerable to ambushes from behind. To counter this, there is a triggering device designed to activate when someone attacks from behind, releasing a burst of intense airflow to separate attacker and target.
Now, Jufeng demonstrated this perfectly.
He circled behind the Terrorist, and less than half a second later, the two mechs were violently separated. The Terrorist was forced downward while Jufeng shot upward—his speed astonishing.
The transition from the Terrorist slowing down to their separation occurred in a flash; Jufeng’s momentum was relentless and unyielding. Thus, he easily caught up with the leading mech and swiftly entangled himself around the Flower Boss under its own Thermal Sword.
This time, however, it was from the front rather than behind.
Typically, leaders are intellectuals who dislike or even detest getting their hands dirty; they are often ineffective in physical endeavors like mech combat. Of course, Jufeng was also a leader—but he was an exception.
Wrapping around the Flower Boss, he relentlessly pressed down on its mech while activating his Thruster, hurtling downward like a meteor towards the approaching rescue from the Terrorist.
Flying and climbing follow similar principles; descending is often faster than ascending. With the Flower Boss ahead, they had to exercise caution when launching their Shell, which provided even more opportunity for Jufeng.
Two mechas fell from the sky, entangled in each other, while the pursuing mecha relentlessly attacked. What unfolded before them was a dramatic scene.
In a shorter time than before, Jufeng and his group finally reached the ground. Ning Pangzi and Turret set up their positions, and both sides began to confront each other.
Before negotiations could begin, the Azure Day suddenly darkened, as if a cloud had covered the sunlight.
Everyone looked up in shock; some felt a chill in their hearts, while others experienced a sense of joy.
That was not a cloud but the entire Cosmic Police blocking out the sky!
...
In the dense forest where Yang Chou and Flower Boss had once conducted Military Exercises, a mecha darted through the trees and soon arrived at a location where another mecha was docked.
The Cockpit Door of the mecha opened, and not far away, beneath the roots of a towering tree, two men—one young and one old—faced each other.
Jufeng saw that the Cosmic Police had arrived and knew his mission was complete. He handed Flower Boss over to Vera and rushed to this spot as previously agreed with Chen Tan Hua.
The sound of the mecha's heavy footsteps caught the attention of the two men. They turned to see Jufeng leap down from the mecha. Their expressions were surprisingly uniform—there was hardly any expression at all.
Yang Chou lay helplessly at the tree's roots, his condition pitiful; blood trickled from his mouth and eyes, his face bruised and swollen. Chen Tan Hua stood nearby, his usual smile replaced by an indifferent coldness that radiated an overwhelming chill even from a distance.
As Jufeng approached, Chen Tan Hua straightened up and walked toward him. It seemed he was ready to exact his revenge; all that remained was to kill the ashen-faced Yang Chou.
Jufeng exhaled deeply and looked at Yang Chou. Suddenly, he laughed and said, "Yang the Boss, it’s been a while since we last met like this. I bet you never imagined it would be this way."
Yang Chou didn’t understand what deep-seated grudge he had with Chen Tan Hua. After some communication, he seemed somewhat relieved. However, upon seeing Jufeng, he revealed a fierce expression filled with resentment and gritted his teeth, saying, "I’ve seen through you for a long time; you’re not a good person. It’s just a pity for my cousin—he treated you like a brother while you betrayed him."
Jufeng could feel Yang Chou's intense hatred. Yet for terrorists like them, their code of brotherhood was brutally bloody. Their own brothers were brothers, while innocent lives were as insignificant as weeds; such was the nature of their world.
Yang Fang felt a twinge of guilt towards Jufeng, but it was limited to their personal relationship. Once the scope widened, Jufeng would feel not an ounce of remorse.
Jufeng shook his head, looking sadly at Yang Chou, a fallen Warlord who, at the end of the day, was merely a defeated foe.
"None of this matters anymore. You are a prisoner now; instead of provoking me, you should think about how to atone for your sins."
Hearing this, Yang Chou couldn't help but burst into laughter. "Hahaha! Atonement? Don't think I don't know; you just want to know the whereabouts of the Arms Factory, right? But you've been lurking here for so long—have you found any clues? Can't wait any longer, can you? Hahaha! Rest assured, I will take this secret to the grave. The Flower Boss won't tell you either. Hahaha!"
Yang Chou laughed heartily, appearing as if he had regained some vitality. However, moments later, his laughter suddenly ceased, and his mouth remained agape. He stared blankly ahead, his gaze vacant. Just before his self-awareness faded away, he saw a butterfly gracefully flying towards him.
Jufeng stood nearby, a slight smile on his lips as he murmured, "If you want me to know your secret, then you must tell me."
(To be continued)
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